Captured! Part 2

Sue turned to Dave, "Don't struggle, or we'll drug you again.  We've decided
that we're really going to turn you into our baby.  You see, babies can't
talk.  I know that the gag is stopping you from talking right now, but, if
we took it out, you'd soon be screaming the place down.  We've been taking
advice on how to break your will and we think that we've got the answer!"
Sue held up a pink rubber hood with holes for the nostrils and a hole for
the gag to fit in Dave's mouth.  Coming from the hood were wires with a jack
plug on the end.  "We'll put this over your head and put the ear plugs in.
You won't be able to see or hear anything unless we want to talk to you.
You'll be completely dependent on us and, if it works as well as we've been
told that it should, you'll be grovelling at our feet when we release you
and you'll do whatever we want without question.  We're going to turn you
into our own very special baby!"

With that, Jane removed the straps from the gag and pulled it from Dave's
mouth.   He immediately started to yell for help and the gag was thrust
firmly back in again.  He felt a liquid being injected into the catheter in
his back passage and Jane said to him, "We told you to be quiet.  I've given
you a diazepam enema and you'll soon be asleep and we'll still be able to do
to you what we want!"

Dave felt consciousness slipping away from him and he remembered no more.
When he came round again, he was aware that the hood was now over his head
and he could smell that characteristic smell of damp canvas.  He
couldn't see anything - not even light and shade - as there was something
pressing over his eyes.  He couldn't hear anything and the only sensations
were where he was in contact with the bed, rubber sheet and strait jacket,
although the continuing pressure on his skin was causing acclimatisation and
loss of sensation.  He laid there for what seemed an eternity.   Suddenly
Jane's voice came through the earphones.  She said, "For you there's now no
day or night.  Unless we want you to know something, all you'll have is the
feel of your emptying your bowels or bladder and the wet or messy diapers
against your skin.  You'll feel us changing you or you might not as we can
put you to sleep anytime we want.  We can keep you like this for months
until you're broken."  Sneeringly, Sue's voice came to him, "I gave you your
chance to be my baby and you wouldn't help.  Well, I've got what I want and
it's you as my baby.  We're now going to stretch the muscles of your anus
until they tear so badly they'll never keep you from soiling again.  Ready,
Jane?"

With that the ear phones went dead and Dave was back in his silent dark
restrained world.  The straitjacket made him really perspire and he was
aware that the canvas jacket was slick with his sweat.  Unlike when his arms
were tied to the sides of the cot, the strait jacket prevented movement and
he could get no leverage to roll over.  Suddenly he felt the prick on an
injection around his anus.  This was shortly followed by the stinging which
he had learnt to associate with local anaesthetic.  Well, at least they
weren't trying to torture him as well.  This was followed by several more
injections until his anus and surrounding area were numb.  He could feel
something being pushed into his back passage.  It didn't hurt as such, but
he was aware of the pressure.  Suddenly it expanded inside him and, despite
the anaesthetic, he felt as if he was being torn apart.  Whatever it was 
being opened even more as another way of pain rolled over him.  He felt the
instrument being removed, but there was something there holding his anus
open.  The earphones came to life.  "We've stretched you and put a retaining
ring in place.  That'll keep the muscles torn and stretched and stop them
healing back to what they were.  We can also put a plug in that to seal up
your back passage when we want to play with you!  Ready for the fun, Jane?"

Dave felt his diapers being removed.  Suddenly he could feel the water
flowing through the suprapubic catheter into his bladder.  His bladder was
already quite full and he felt like he was about to burst.  He let go and
the urine jetted from him.  Again and again his bladder filled and he had no
choice but to let it out.  Unbeknown to Dave, the nurses were catching the
stream in a male urinal, but were being careful to avoid Dave being able to
feel what they were doing.  Eventually, the flow stopped and Dave could feel
clean dry diapers being put on him again.  A tube was pushed into the gag
and a pasty liquid started to fill his mouth.  He swallowed and swallowed.
When that bag was empty, it was changed for another one.  After that he was
left alone for what again seemed like an endless time.  The tube was removed
from the gag and something else was inserted.  Dave felt his mouth filling
with an oily liquid and a revolting taste which he remembered from
childhood - castor oil!  He had to swallow and the process was repeated
again.  How much were they giving him?  A little later, he was given a bag
of liquid to drink.  from the taste, he guessed that it was the water and
diuretic again.  He sensed the straps being undone and he was turned onto
his front.  The straps were refastened as he could feel the pulling on the
strait jacket and his ankles were again fastened apart at the foot of the
cot.

He laid there for two or three hours - he guessed that must have been how
long because he remembered that castor oil normally worked in that sort of
time.  He writhed in the jacket, making himself yet hotter and covered in
more sweat, as his intestines seemed to be knotting themselves up with the
massive dose of castor oil.  Suddenly the purgative worked its way through
him as his diapers filled with the wet warm slimy mess.  He wasn't able to
control it at all as the retaining ring was holding his anus open and the
muscular contractions just forced his soil straight out.  This time, he
could feel the mess sliding down between his legs and spreading over his
manhood and the front of his abdomen.

He wet himself uncontrollably as well so that his diaper was both very wet
and soiled.  To his relief, he was rolled onto his back again and cleaned
up.  The earphones came to life again with the sound of Jane's voice,
"Babies don't get large and horny when they're cleaned up.  We'll have to
stop that."  Dave felt his scrotum being grasped firmly and something cold
was placed between his balls and his body.  Suddenly there was a crushing
pain as the object squeezed  tight either side of his scrotum.  Sue's voice
came to him, "It's a castration clamp.  In a few days, they'll drop off and
you won't be bothered by sexual feelings again.  Time for sleep now, baby!"

Dave felt a stopper being pushed into his back passage's retaining ring and
then the liquid being injected again - the diazepam enema.  He relaxed into
sleep as, after all, he was powerless to stop any of this.  When he awoke,
he realised that he was not so sweaty.  He guessed, rightly, that they'd had
the jacket off him and washed him while he was asleep.  They'd also creamed
him to stop pressure sores, but he didn't know this.  He was on his side in
the cot and, from the feel of it, had both wet and soiled his diaper.  He
was getting weak because his muscles were restrained by the strait jacket
and the leg fastenings.  He was disorientated from the lack of visual and
audio stimulus.  He was living for the touch and occasional voices of his
tormentors.

He was suddenly turned on his back, the straps were refastened and the
diapers peeled away.  He felt the plug reinserted to block his anus and the
flow of liquid into his back passage from the rectal catheter.  The solution
flowed and flowed until he prayed that they'd stop before he burst.  He
tried to pull his knees up to his chest as the oxyphenisatin stimulant enema
stimulated the muscles of his colon to contract fiercely.  The plug stayed
in place as his bowels fought to expel the enema.  Sweat poured off of him,
making the straight jacket and hood slick with his perspiration as he
struggled against the enema and the restraining straps.  Suddenly he felt
liquid flowing into his suprapubic catheter, filling his bladder as well.
No!   The pain was too much!  He had to let go his urine and, as he did so,
he felt the plug removed from his back passage.  There was a veritable
explosion as the enema was forcibly expelled from his colon.  The flow into
his bladder stopped and the plug was reinserted.  Enema flowed in again and
he was made to hold it.  Again he was left to fight the urgent contractions
of his colon as it felt as if it were being tied in knots.  His bladder
started to fill again from the catheter, but this time he couldn't even hold
it back - it just ran straight out.  They'd succeeded - he was now truly
incontinent.  To his horror, this process was repeated three more times
leaving him absolutely exhausted from the muscular exertions of his
digestive system.  He was aware that urine was just trickling from him
uncontrollably.  Suddenly he felt the clamp tightened again around his
scrotum, but the pain was more tolerable on this occasion.  He was aware of
being washed clean and rediapered with the rubber pants on top.

Dave felt that days must have passed.  Sometimes they talked to him in baby
talk only now, sometimes he was just aware of their tormenting him.  He was
given liquid at what seemed to him irregular intervals and the semi-liquid
paste which seemed to give him sustenance and provide the bulk necessary for
them to make him soil himself.  He was given laxatives - they always told
him when that would happen and they seemed to take delight in the knowledge
that he would both wet and soil himself.  One day the clamp was removed and
with it two vital pieces of his male anatomy.  He was too weak by now to
struggle against his bonds due to the long confinement and he was plagued by
muscle cramps from lack of use.  He hated his wife with an intensity that
knew no bounds.  He'd love to get out and deal with her.  His hatred and
determination to get his revenge was all that he had left to cling to and
was maintaining that thin thread of contact with sanity.

One day, or was it night because he could not tell day from night, he felt
the gag being removed and the  hood being pulled from him.  It was a female
police officer and he tried to speak to her.  His vocal cords tried to shape
the words, but only a feeble croak emerged.  "Don't try to talk now, sir.
We're going to get you out of the strait jacket and the ambulance crew are
standing by to take you to hospital.  A neighbour looked through your window
as he'd seen your car still in the drive and no sign of you.  You can be
grateful for nosy neighbours!" she laughed.  "Oh yes, we're also got your
wife and her friend in custody for illegal restraint, and a whole load of
other charges that they're still working on downtown."

The ambulance crew helped him out of the strait jacket and, covering him
with a blanket, lifted him from the cot and placed him on a stretcher.  He
was taken out to the waiting ambulance and then to the A&E Department of the
local hospital.  There he was given a thorough medical and the catheters
were deflated and gently pulled from him.  He was given a quick general
anaesthetic when the ring was removed from his back passage.

A couple of days later in his side ward, the doctor came in and sat down at
the side of his bed.  Dave was lying in the bed wearing a hospital gown and
disposable diaper.  The nurses came every three hours during the day and
changed him just like a baby.  He'd tried to hold back, but he had been
rendered totally incontinent. "It's not good news, I'm afraid," said the
young lady doctor.  Why, thought Dave did it have to be a woman doctor?
I've suffered enough at the hands of women, but she spoke kindly to him so
he tried to ignore the turmoil inside him and listened to what she was
saying.  "The holes or fistulas made into your bladder and rectum will close
over quite quickly, but I'm afraid that the damage to your anal sphincter
muscle is beyond repair.  You'll always be incontinent of stool and we can't
help you with that.  You'll also be incontinent of urine as the bladder
sphincter muscles are also badly damaged.  We can implant an artificial
sphincter but, as you'll need to wear the diapers anyway, you may decide
that its not worth the operation, which does have limitations anyway.  As to
your testes, we've already given you a subcutaneous testosterone implant to
make up for the loss of your male hormones.  Do you have any questions?" she
asked kindly.

"Yes," said Dave, "can you ask the nurse to change my diaper?"  Dave frowned
as he though of the lifetime of diaper changes which stretched ahead of him.