Sallas 2: The Gilded Cage

Chapter Description: Once Anna has been made ready, it is time for a road trip as she, along with Ryan, are whisked away from their old life for something totally unknown to them.

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Ever since Anna had potty trained herself, she had avoided diapers as much as was possible. She still had to put one on occasionally for the sake of appearances. There weren’t women’s bathrooms in most establishments so if she was going to be away from home for a while she sometimes put one on for safety. But it was always grudging and the diapers she wore were the thinnest she and Ryan could find. The ones in the suitcase looked many times thicker and even had childish designs of butterflies around them.

One of the men walked forwards and started pulling at the cord holding her robe together. She yelped and before she knew what she was doing she had slapped him in the face. He took a step back and rubbed his cheek whilst the other man laughed. The man she had slapped stared at her with such fierceness and Anna was certain that if he hadn’t been ordered otherwise, he would be doing a lot worse than slapping her in return.

“I’m sorry, I just…” Anna started. She didn’t like the look of the anger the man was staring at her with.

“I’m going to tell you this once.” The man said as his hand dropped down to reveal a red mark where Anna’s palm had connected with his face, “You are going to be a good girl for us or you’ll be in Finishing School faster than you can call for your pussy-whipped husband, got it?”

Anna sniffed back tears that threatened to fall. She had always fought her corner no matter how stacked the odds were but this time she truly knew how close she was to a fate worse than death. She slowly nodded her head and looked at the ground.

“I want to hear you say it.” The man said as he stepped forwards again.

“I’ll be a good girl.” Anna muttered.

“Louder.” The man demanded.

“I’ll be a good girl.” Anna’s trembling voice carried around the room and got a few laughs from the men. They must all know she was a dissident and how much it humiliated her to have to say it.

The man took another step forwards until he was so close Anna was engulfed with his aftershave. His hand went down to the cord and pulled. It fell away from her and the robe opened a little, at the last minute she grabbed the two sides to stop it slipping open.

“I’ll wear what you want.” Anna practically whispered, “But please don’t do this here in front of everyone…”

Anna knew her words were falling on deaf ears. The man grabbed the two halves of the robe and…

“Hey! What’s going on!?” Ryan’s voice made everyone jump and he dropped the suitcase he was holding as he rushed back into the living room. Anna quickly took the two halves of her robe and pulled them together tightly.

“Out of the way, Mr. Manning.” The man trying to de-robe Anna said impatiently.

“Mr. Sawyer, this is unacceptable.” Ryan wheeled around to face the man in charge, “We’re doing as you’ve asked. Allow my wife a little respect. If you want her dressed a certain way, then at least allow her a little privacy!”

“Get out of the-…” The man who had been trying to undress Anna said.

“Wait.” Mr. Sawyer was standing in the entrance and looking thoughtful. After a few moments he nodded his head, “Very well. Ryan, she’s your responsibility, you have five minutes to get her dressed and then we leave. If she isn’t ready, we’ll do it my way.”

“I don’t know why we have to pretend like she gets a say…” The man who had threatened Anna muttered as he skulked back and crossed his arms across his chest like an upset child.

Ryan quickly nodded his head and took Anna’s hand. Before anyone could say anything to change Mr. Sawyer’s mind he took Anna into the bedroom. He told her to wait whilst he went to retrieve the suitcases. Alone, Anna couldn’t hold everything in anymore. She started crying as she brought her hands up to her face. She hated being humiliated and left out of control yet that was exactly what was happening. Ryan returned less than a minute later looking very flustered.

“OK, we need to…” Ryan saw his upset wife and hurried over to hug her, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for all of this. We need to get you dressed though, OK?”

Anna knew Ryan was right and although she didn’t want to wear the humiliating outfit selected for her, she knew she didn’t have a choice. With the door closed she took off her robe and laid back on the bed. They were in a rush and as much as Anna wanted to just cuddle up with Ryan, she had to accept they had to get this done quickly.

Anna hadn’t had someone else diaper her for quite a while, but it turned out that Ryan was as good at it as he ever was. The padding was slipped under her and pulled up to be taped closed. She let out a whine as she felt just how thick it was, it almost felt like she had been double-diapered. Ryan looked sorrowful as he adjusted a tape to make them more symmetrical.

It turned out the dress was even more humiliating than she could’ve imagined. Anna saw Ryan try not to wince as he looked at it briefly before pulling it over Anna’s head. She could immediately feel just how massively frilly and poofy it was. The whole thing was an attention-grabbing bright pink with white borders and frills. Over the chest was a white area embroidered with “Daddy’s Little Girl”. It definitely seemed Mr. Sawyer and his men had scoured the shops for the most embarrassing thing they could find.

Just to make matters worse Anna looked in the mirror and saw that as big and wide as the dress was it failed to fall below her diaper. In fact, with how the built-in petticoat and frills worked it seemed designed to make sure the diaper was on show. Anna’s face went the same colour as her clothes.

“It’s not too bad…” Ryan tried.

“It’s awful.” Anna replied flatly.

“Erm, there’s more.” Ryan said as he looked back into the suitcase.

Anna wasn’t sure how things could get worse than this but as she turned around, she saw her husband hold up a large baby bonnet and pacifier. Her bottom lip trembled. Was this what it was going to be like from then on? She had a crazy urge to get quickly dressed in her normal clothes and try to escape out the window or something. It was stupid, they were too high up and they had nowhere to go. She wasn’t just going to be made to look like a baby, in the same way all women in Sallas were, they were making an example off her. They were probably getting off to how much they must’ve known she’d hate it, Anna thought bitterly.

“It won’t be as bad when we get to the house.” Ryan tried to reassure Anna.

“You don’t know that.” Anna replied with anger.

It looked like Ryan was struggling to know what to say when there was a knock at the door telling them to hurry up. Anna lowered her head as the bonnet was slipped on and then tied under her chin, when she looked up Ryan pushed the pacifier between her lips.

“We’ll be OK.” Ryan said quietly, “I won’t let anything happen.”

Anna sighed and was still teary-eyed as she leaned forwards and touched foreheads with her husband. When he pulled away to close the suitcases Anna looked in the mirror one last time. The bonnet matched the dress perfectly and she wouldn’t have been surprised if they came as a set. The pacifier was also pink but had a bunny face and a couple of ears sticking out the top.

With the outfit complete Anna could see she looked more babyish than ever before. She had no doubt such an outfit was picked out exactly to “humble” her. She turned away from the mirror as Ryan took her hand. Together they headed out of the bedroom and back out towards the living room.

As Anna walked out into the living room, she saw heads turning. The men who were already taking apart her and Ryan’s things smirked and nudged their friends. There were a few catcalls. Anna bowed her head and looked at the floor, they clearly wanted her to feel humiliated, and they seemed to take extra pleasure in making sure such an unruly woman was put in her place like this. She waddled behind Ryan to Mr. Sawyer who gave them both a look over, Anna wondered if he was looking for a slight infraction to punish her further.

“Alright.” Mr. Sawyer finally said. He turned to his younger assistant, “Take them down to the car.”

Anna saw Ryan quickly snatch up the one suitcase they had been allowed before they were led out of the apartment. Anna wanted the ground to swallow her up. With all the commotion of people going into their apartment multiple of their neighbours had opened their doors and were watching what was going on with interest. Anna kept her face down to the floor as she crinkled loudly.

“You’re OK.” Ryan whispered to her, “I won’t let anything happen.”

But things were already happening. Anna was humiliated and as her pink dress swirled around her, she felt salty tears on her cheeks. She didn’t want to give these men the satisfaction of seeing her cry, but she couldn’t help it. The couple had given up everything for what they believed in and now even that was being snatched away. She felt like a prisoner being led by guards down a walkway with other inmates leering at her as she passed.

“Good riddance.” A neighbour Anna didn’t even know the name of called out, “Good to see they’re finally cleaning up the building!”

The apartment block was practically falling apart. It was old and some of the cracks in the wall were big enough to put your finger in. The people who stayed there did so because no one else would take them. Ex-cons, drug addicts, people on watch lists… and yet Anna and Ryan were considered the worst, they were the ones removed to “clean up” the building.

Anna kept her head down as they descended the stairs. The elevators hadn’t worked since they had moved in and the walls around them were scrawled with graffiti. By the time they had reached the bottom floor of the building Anna could feel some sweat under the confines of her dress.

The people from the government opened the front doors to the building and Ryan led Anna out on to the pavement. She briefly looked up to see some curious onlookers had stopped to rubberneck. They probably assumed Anna was being taken to Finishing School, to be honest she still wondered if this wasn’t all some big ploy to get her to go there quietly. She held Ryan’s hand a little tighter.

The government cars were large and jet black. In contrast to the run-down nature of the neighbourhood they stood out like sore thumbs. The rear door was opened, and Anna froze.

“Really?” Anna asked almost desperately around her pacifier. She wanted to get out of the sight of people staring at her, but she didn’t at all like what she saw in the vehicle.

“Just get in.” Mr. Sawyer’s assistant said impatiently.

On the rear seat was a large pink adult-sized safety seat. It was covered in pictures of little fairies flittering around with sparkles coming out of their wands and big smiling faces. Anna looked at Ryan who could only return the look with a sympathetic shrug. He helped her into the car seat and then started fastening the straps. Anna decided it was better that he do it than one of the random agents who were walking around.

As the door was closed Anna was briefly alone in the vehicle. She tried to wriggle but the restraints were tight and held her down completely. Everything was happening so fast it felt like she hadn’t processed any of it. Just fifteen minutes ago she was ready for another normal day at home and now she was dressed as she was and being whisked away.

The driver’s door opened and a man in a suit got in. He leaned around and smiled wolfishly at her. For a second Anna felt her heart stop. In that moment, when she was alone with the man, she thought it had all been a ploy to separate her from Ryan but just as tears started to spring from her eyes and she felt she might scream the door on the other side of the rear seat opened and Ryan stepped in.

There were a few minutes where Anna and Ryan were left waiting. Mr. Sawyer came swaggering out of the building and got into the front passenger seat. The last thing Anna saw of her apartment building was all her left behind possessions being taken out and thrown in a truck. The car drove away and through the city.

“Where is this new place?” Ryan asked after a couple of minutes.

“Just outside Kingston.” Mr. Sawyer replied, “You’ll love it there. It will have everything you need.”

Kingston was the capital city of Sallas and was almost like a separate country. It was where all the rich and powerful people lived and worked. Built up with skyscrapers and huge glass-fronted buildings it contrasted with the rest of the country which struggled along by comparison. Living there meant living directly under the unblinking gaze of the government’s all-seeing eye.

Anna spent a majority of the journey looking out the window. The privations of the town they lived in fell away to be replaced by vast rolling fields. They were on the highway and didn’t seem to be stopping for anything. After an hour Anna started to feel the need for the bathroom, the coffee she had drank that morning was rapidly filling her bladder. She looked pointedly at Ryan and then down to the diaper. It seemed her husband got the message.

“How long is the journey going to take?” Ryan asked after a long period of silence.

“Another couple of hours I imagine.” Mr. Sawyer replied without looking round. He had been tapping away on a tablet for nearly the whole journey.

Anna let out a pitiful whine around the latex bulb that filled her mouth. She looked again at Ryan with furrowed brows. She wasn’t sure what she thought he could do. Even if they pulled over somewhere it wasn’t like Anna would be allowed to use the bathroom. Ryan mouthed “I’m sorry” at her and reached across to stroke her hand. Anna pulled her hand away, not because she was angry with Ryan but because she was embarrassed at what would inevitably soon be happening.

Trying to ignore her need for the potty Anna looked out the window again. There weren’t many other cars on the road. In the distance she saw large building cordoned off with high walls and barbed wire, there were armed guards stationed at intervals in kiosks. Anna had no idea what the buildings inside could be. The most likely answers seemed to be that it was a military base or…

As Anna realised what she could be looking at she froze, and her bladder released. She thought she could hear the faintest of hissing sounds as she wet her diaper. The urine pooling under her butt thanks to the angle of her seat as it absorbed into the thirsty padding.

“Is that…?” Ryan asked. He was looking out the same window as Anna.

“One of our finest Finishing Schools.” Mr. Sawyer said, “If only we had time to stop and give you a tour. It truly is miraculous work they do in there.”

Anna felt like she couldn’t breathe. In those building were hundreds, maybe thousands, of women deprived of their liberty and being turned into “good little girls” for their men. She couldn’t even hazard a guess at what was being done to those poor people. She had never been this close to a Finishing School, but she felt like she could feel the aura of pain, gear and helplessness radiating from it. Was that where Jane was? Was Anna’s friend lost in there undergoing whatever “treatments” were meted out? She couldn’t bear to ask, too terrified of the answer.

By the time the car had passed the building Anna had finished wetting herself. The old familiar feeling of sitting in her own urine was unwelcome but a painful reminder of what she was being taken to. Acting as the good little wife she knew she would be in diapers going forwards, after everything she had done to get out of them this was going to be horrible. She tried not to think about how the rest of her life could be like that; it was too painful. She was reminded of how she felt on that first journey with Ryan when they went to college, it had been a similar sense of hopeless dread. The feeling that under Ryan she would never get any kind of freedom, she had been wrong then, but it seemed a lot less likely that the government would be as lax as her husband.

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