Sallas 2: The Gilded Cage

Chapter Description: Locked in to the facility, Anna and Ryan can only guess at what is going to happen to them. When one of the guards disrespects his wife, Ryan is unable to hold himself back... no matter the consequences.

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For most of the morning Anna and Ryan sat at the table. It didn’t take long for Georgie to get bored with her new friends and wander off. The couple didn’t talk much and must’ve been boring to the more regressed mind, Anna only prayed she wouldn’t end up the same way.

“What do you think is happening to Jane?” Anna asked after a while.

“I’m sure she’s fine.” Ryan replied. Anna knew it was supposed to be comforting but it didn’t work.

“What if they sent her back to-…” Anna started.

“Stop.” Ryan said firmly, “You’re imagining the worst-case scenario, I get it. We don’t know what’s going on though, speculating on it doesn’t help any of us.”

Anna spent most of her time looking around the room and observing. She tried to pretend that she was some sort of documentary film maker, she was there to document these people in their natural habitat rather than be one of them. The illusion was somewhat broken when her diaper flushed with warmth. She wondered if Ryan was wet as well. They were frequently brought bottles to drink from and were supervised until they had downed at least half the liquid.

“What do you think they do about… you know.” Ryan asked in almost a whisper.

“What?” Anna asked.

“Changes.” Ryan’s cheeks flushed pink. That probably answered Anna’s earlier thoughts about whether Ryan was wet.

“They’ll check us.” Anna said with a sigh. She didn’t like being the expert in these scenarios.

“Great…” Ryan muttered.

“Would you prefer going to one of those men and telling them you need your diaper changed?” Anna asked a little more sharply than she intended.

Ryan looked away and Anna immediately felt bad. She put a hand on his arm and when he looked back at her she apologised. They put their heads together, Anna closed her eyes and wished she could make her husband feel better about everything that was happening. It was impossible.

Hours passed. Anna and Ryan were, thankfully, left alone at the table. The only interactions they had with the staff was when they brought over bottles. Anna did her best to distract Ryan, keeping him talking about things on the outside and things they would do together when they were free again. Whilst it was somewhat effective, it was also impossible to ignore that both their diapers were getting wetter as time progressed. Anna didn’t mention it to Ryan, but she had seen him drink as much as she had. All that liquid had to go somewhere.

“Lunch time!” Mr. Roberts called out.

Anna looked over her shoulder and saw a long table had been set up. It was exactly as she expected, with a lot of regular chairs interspersed with highchairs. There were two of the babyish seats set up at the head of the table and Anna could imagine who they were for.

“We better go.” Anna said.

“What if I don’t want to move.” Ryan asked plaintively.

“Then I think they might drag you over.” Anna replied honestly.

Anna stood up. The diaper pulled down against her onesie, the elastic material struggling to hold up the heavy disposable which was at the point of leaking. She watched Ryan stand up and instantly saw that he was, indeed, in a similar position. Ryan stood with his legs apart and looking down in disgust.

“Come on.” Anna said to her husband. She took his hand and gently led him towards the long table.

Most of the seats were already taken, but as Anna approached the highchairs at the head of the table, she was stopped. Mr. Roberts called over two other men who came over and roughly checked the diapers.

“They need changes, sir.” The one who hand just grabbed Anna’s butt said.

“Yeah, HE is about to leak.” The one standing next to Ryan smirked. The emphasis on the word “he” made the sentence both an accusation and an insult. It wasn’t missed, Ryan looked away and closed his eyes.

“Alright, go sort them out.” Mr. Roberts said, “Then bring them back here and feed them.”

Anna felt a push in her back, and she stumbled forwards. They headed towards the changing tables at the back of the room. It didn’t seem like privacy was a concern for the men who ran the place. The man prodding Anna forwards reached out to grab her and Anna slapped his hands away.

“I can do this myself.” Anna growled.

The protestations didn’t help. Anna felt a hand on her ass pushing her up. She glared at the man who was “helping” her as she laid down. She looked across and saw Ryan was having a similar issue with his guard.

“You call yourself a man…” The guard said as he poked and prodded the padding, “Don’t make me laugh.”

Ryan was going red in the face. A combination of the humiliation and anger made him ball up his fists. The guard continued to goad him though. Anna couldn’t hear every word, but she knew they must’ve been barbs pointed at her husband because he was getting increasingly angry. She was so distracted that she barely even noticed her own diaper change.

“You’re just a bitch.” The person changing Ryan said as he pulled the tapes away on the diaper. He was really taking his time, making it last as long as he could, “We ought to just do a few choice cuts then you can join them.”

As the man spoke, he reached down and grabbed Ryan by the testicles. His hand threatening to squeeze without doing so. Anna could see Ryan positively shaking and it wasn’t from fear, she couldn’t let him face the barrage alone, she had to try and help him.

“Ryan, don’t-…” Anna started.

“Shut up, slut.” The person changing her diaper said. The casual cruelty seeming like such an ordinary thing from him.

“Don’t call her that.” Ryan said darkly as the man with a grip on his balls let go.

“Well, look at that.” The person changing Ryan said with a harsh laugh, “Maybe he does have a pair after all. What are you going to do, big man?”

Ryan bared his teeth. Anna wanted to say something, but she had no idea what. She knew if she opened her mouth she would just be told to shut up again, and that would make Ryan even more angry.

“What are you going to do, hmm?” The man continued as he leaned down over Ryan, “Maybe I’ll show your slut what a real man is like…”

Anna barely had time to process what she was hearing before Ryan sprung up off the table. She gasped and then screamed as Ryan, naked from the waist down, launched himself on to the man. She covered her mouth as she saw punches being thrown, primarily from Ryan, and then lifted herself into a half-sitting position as the man changing her ran the few short steps and tackled Ryan to the ground.

“Ryan!” Anna screamed.

Elsewhere in the room some of the more regressed women started crying, many others were adding to the general confusion with shouting. More men were running over, and Ryan was soon buried beneath the burly guys. Anna didn’t know what to do, she certainly couldn’t get the guards off her husband, but she was loathe to remain where she was.

“Get him up!” Mr. Roberts said. The genial expression he had worn when Ryan and Anna first arrived had disappeared. Now he seemed completely dispassionate, “Bend him over the table.”

“W-What are you doing?” Anna asked desperately, “Stop it!”

“We’re going to show him that he is not the one in control here.” Mr. Roberts replied, “And you’ll stay where you are unless you want to join him.”

Anna let out a noise halfway between a whimper and a growl of frustration. Ryan was lifted up and draped over the side of the changing table. He didn’t look hurt, but he was quickly held in place, still struggling against the guards. Mr. Roberts whispered something to the man who had originally been goading Ryan and he smiled and nodded before walking quickly away from the scene.

“Mr. Manning, I understand this is difficult for you.” Mr. Roberts said as he walked around to face Ryan, standing in between the man and his wife, “But you must understand that whilst you are here, you have no more rights than any of the women. I was told very specifically to treat you no differently.”

Ryan’s response was a string of expletives. Anna closed her eyes and tears that she hadn’t been aware were filling her vision ran down her cheek. When she saw the goading man return, and saw what he was holding, she let out a little gasp.

“Mr. Roberts… Sir, please forgive him, it’s a difficult transition and…” Anna said. It was as if she were begging the man to save her husband’s life.

“It is out of my hands.” Mr. Roberts replied emotionlessly, “You’ll do well to remain quiet.”

Anna balled up her hands and hit the padding of the table impotently. The man who had left the room now returned with a what was very clearly an enema kit. Ryan, held against the table, had no idea what he was in for.

The next few minutes were an agony for Anna. She watched as the bag full of water was placed on a stand that had been wheeled over. She saw the nozzle being lubed up and she could do nothing to warn Ryan as it very suddenly probed him. Ryan let out a scream of shock that produced laughs from the men holding him down. As the surprise subsided the swearing began again in earnest. Anna wished, more than anything, that she could’ve volunteered for the punishment and saved her husband from the humiliation he was suffering. She knew it was only going to get worse.

Anna could see the fight disappear from Ryan as the valve on the clear plastic tube was loosened. His eyes widened and he stared at Anna, it must’ve been an incredibly strange feeling for him. Anna had experienced an enema or two in her life, she hated them, seeing it done to Ryan was testing her ability to stay where she was to the very limit.

“The more you relax the easier this bit will be.” Mr. Roberts said. He patted Ryan on the head.

“Ryan…” Anna moaned through tears and made to step forwards. She just wanted to cuddle her husband and tell him that everything would be alright.

“No.” Ryan said. His voice was strained, and he winced as he spoke, “Stay there.”

Anna sat back down but covered her face with her hands. She had always been a woman of action. Having to remain still whilst her husband was punished in that way felt like more of a torture than if it was her receiving the enema.

“Well, isn’t that cute…” The man who had brought the enema said with a sneer, “It’s a bit late to try to be the big man protecting your girl, Ryan.”

Anna could only watch as the enema continued to be delivered. She tried to whisper encouragement to Ryan, but one look from Mr. Roberts quickly stopped her. By the time the last of the liquid disappeared down the tube it looked like Ryan was in a lot of pain.

“Stand up.” Mr. Roberts said, “Slowly.”

Ryan did as he was told, and he wobbled a little. Anna gasped as she looked at Ryan’s belly, it was bulging out a little as if he was in the early stages of pregnancy. His hands quickly held the swollen area that was undoubtedly causing him cramping pain.

“You’ve got to keep it all in for five minutes when I take this tube out.” The man who had caused all this said, “If you don’t, you’ll be cleaning it up and then we’ll be doing this again. Understood?”

Ryan nodded. His resistance was gone. He was clearly in pain and all he wanted was for that feeling to go away. Unfortunately, there was only one way that was going to happen. Anna watched the tube get pulled out and a tiny trickle escaped down his inner thigh before he could clench himself closed.

Anna had tears running down her face as her husband was told to get back on the table. His belly bulged from all the liquid swirling away; she could only imagine the pain and discomfort he was going through. It was clearly a struggle for him to get up without losing everything that had just flowed inside him. As soon as he laid down, the guard who had started the whole thing taped a new diaper on to him.

“Now you hold that until I say otherwise.” The guard said, “You got that?”

“Yes…” Ryan hissed between clenched teeth.

Anna could see that Ryan was sweating, as if the very water that filled his lower digestive system was finding other ways to leak out. He grimaced and writhed, and all Anna could do was watch. Any time she opened her mouth she was given glares of warning until she closed it again. It was agony to watch her husband’s resistance crumble until he was reduced to pure desperation.

“Please…” Ryan whimpered after a few minutes. His bottom lip quivered, and his hands hugged his bulbous belly.

“Not yet.” The guard replied. He theatrically checked his watch.

“I’m begging you…” Ryan continued, “It hurts so much.”

“Another couple of minutes.” The guard answered with clear relish at what he was doing.

Anna sobbed and turned away from Ryan. She couldn’t bear to see him in so much pain; she couldn’t bear to see him reduced to begging. The whimpering and almost whispered pleas for mercy continued. It felt like a lot longer than the original five minutes had elapsed.

“I… can’t…” Ryan’s voice was strained.

“Unless you want another one of these you will keep holdi-…” The guard started.

“For God’s sake!” Anna exclaimed as she turned to the man torturing her husband, “Just let him do it!”

“Quiet.” The guard replied, “Unless you want one of these yourself.”

Ryan’s face was twisted as sweat poured down his forehead. His eyes were closed and his cheeks a deep red. Anna was about to open her mouth to start begging when the guard checked his watch again.

“Alright. You can let it out.” The guard said. He sounded disappointed, as if he would’ve preferred to keep Ryan in that position and suffering for a lot longer.

Anna heard Ryan gasp and heard what sounded like pouring water going into the diaper. She looked and saw the bottom pushing out before quickly turning away. The least she could do was try to give Ryan some privacy. She knew how he would be feeling. The combination of extreme humiliation with relief.

It wasn’t long until Anna could smell what Ryan had done. After a minute or so she looked over her shoulder to see Ryan, his head against the padded table and his hands covering his face. The guard was pressing the poppers of his onesie back together.

“What are you doing?” Anna said as she hopped down from her changing table, “You have to change him!”

“Mr. Roberts wants him to think about what he did.” The guard said with clear relish, “He’ll be changed when Mr. Roberts wants him to be changed.”

“But…” Anna started.

“Don’t.” Ryan’s voice came out as a hoarse whisper, “Just leave it.”

“See? He’s starting to learn his lesson.” The guard laughed as he turned to walk away.

Anna gingerly walked over to her husband’s side. She placed a hand on his arm and felt him jump as if her fingers conducted electricity. A tear ran down her face as she saw Ryan’s chest move up and down rapidly, he was crying.

“I’m so sorry.” Anna whispered.

Ryan didn’t reply. It was clear he was trying to hide his tears from Anna. Whether it was because of his masculine pride or if it was because he wanted to remain strong for Anna, she didn’t know.

“Shall I… head over to the lunch table?” Anna asked. She wanted to give Ryan the chance to say no if he wanted. He nodded his head, “Alright, I love you, OK?”

Anna walked away from Ryan and the smell in the air around him. She kept looking back, willing, at the slightest hint that he may want it, to turn around and run back to his side. He seemed to want to be alone though. Once at the highchairs, she was lifted in and belatedly given some pureed slop and a bottle. At least they let her feed herself.

Ryan didn’t join Anna for lunch. He stayed away during the afternoon as well. Even when he had regained his composure, whenever Anna walked towards him, he would tell her to stay away. His diaper was in a very bad way and Anna could only imagine how uncomfortable he felt. She respected his wishes even though she desperately wanted to hug him, no matter how he smelled.

Anna spent the afternoon worrying about Ryan and wishing someone would change him. In the end, they didn’t do it until much later, and Anna kept her eyes averted. Once Ryan was in a fresh diaper he came over to the table and sat next to Anna again. They remained in silence for a few minutes. Anna just reached across and held her husband’s hand.

At some point, the other women started getting picked up or taken back to rooms. Anna and Ryyan were the last to be led back to the crib they had spent their first night in. After a diaper change and another bottle feeding, they were left alone.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” Anna asked once they were alone.

“No.” Ryan replied.

Ryan was soon lying down and apparently asleep. Anna did the same, wondering just how long they were going to have to stay in that place.

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