Sallas 2: The Gilded Cage

Chapter Description: Alone in their new house with their new maid, Anna tries to get to the bottom of what exactly happened.

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“What do you think they did to her?” Anna asked as she stood with Ryan in the living room doorway.

“I have no idea.” Ryan replied, “And I’m not keen to find out.”

“Do… Do you think we could “fix” her?” Anna asked hopefully.

“I… don’t know.” Ryan replied.

Ryan’s tone of voice suggested to Anna that he did know. He didn’t think there was any helping Jane and Anna couldn’t blame him. The young woman who had been Anna’s best friend wasn’t the person now waddling across the living room with a feather duster in her hand and that faraway look in her eyes.

It had been three hours since Anna and Ryan had found Jane and, in that time, the “maid” had been bustling around and cleaning like some sort of automaton. She barely even stopped to look at the couple who were now her de facto caretakers. It freaked Anna out but no matter what she said to Jane there was only the barest flicker of recognition. Whatever they did in Finishing School it seemed very effective.

“Finithed cweaning!” Jane suddenly said, “Wyan? May I pway?”

“Um… Sure?” Ryan replied with a shrug.

Jane clapped excitedly and dropped to her hands and knees. She crawled to the corner of the room and dragged out a plastic tub full of dolls and accessories. The moment she started playing it was like she was lost in her own world, switching from the dutiful maid to a simple-minded child.

Ryan walked down the hallway to the kitchen and Anna followed. She didn’t really have a plan of action, she just wasn’t sure she could keep watching Jane without breaking down again. Ryan went straight over to the coffee maker and started checking the cupboards above it.

“You should probably take the diaper off.” Ryan said when he heard Anna crinkle in behind him, “I don’t think Mr. Sawyer is coming back.”

“That’s probably not a good idea.” Anna replied with a sad sigh, “I wouldn’t be surprised if they were checking the sewage coming out of the house and if it was more than one person would make, they’d smash the door down.”

“Seriously?” Ryan cocked an eyebrow.

“No.” Anna conceded, “But the threats seemed pretty clear. If we want to stay here, we need to be model citizens. If someone sees me without a diaper… I don’t want to end up like Jane.”

“You’re right.” Ryan looked down at the floor, “I’m sorry.”

Anna left the kitchen. It was very hard to process everything that had happened in such a short amount of time. The fact that she was back in diapers, seemingly for good, was only just starting to hit her. After all that work getting to the point that she didn’t need them she was going right back to square one. She passed the living room and saw Jane still playing. She wondered if they would be able to undo the damage. For Jane to have changed so much in such a short amount of time was terrifying.

Originally planning to head straight upstairs Anna turned into the living room instead. She sat on the couch next to Jane and then, after a few moments, slipped off the edge of the seat to sit down next to her on the floor.

“Anna pway?” Jane asked as she held out one of the dolls.

“Can we talk?” Anna asked as she took the doll.

Jane nodded her head, but she seemed more interested in the doll than anything Anna might have to say. The room was quiet and the sound of the coffee maker in the kitchen could be heard despite the thick walls. It was still sinking in that this was where she lived now.

“Do you remember what happened?” Anna asked quietly, “At the Finishing School?”

“Nuh uh.” Jane shook her head.

“Nothing?” Anna asked. It seemed like she had been there just days ago from the way Mr. Sawyer was talking.

“Nuh uh.” Jane repeated.

“Do you remember Paul?” Anna continued tentatively.

Jane frowned and looked at Anna. At first Anna thought her friend was frowning at the memory of her abusive ex-husband but then it became clear that she didn’t remember him any more clearly than she did Anna. It looked like she was trying to recall something that had happened long ago, Anna could imagine the part of her brain recognising the name trying to connect the dots but there was a wall in the way.

“Never mind.” Anna said, “Just… have fun, OK? I’m going upstairs to… change.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Jane replied interpreting the request as an order.

Anna looked on hopelessly as Jane started going over-the-top with the fun. As if she wasn’t playing just to enjoy herself but doing it because Anna had told her to. With a deep breath Anna walked out of the room. After a few seconds collecting herself, she decided that she should change her diaper, whilst she was keen not to be caught without the padding, she felt confident she could at least change herself without risk.

Anna went back upstairs. It didn’t feel like her house, it felt like a place she was visiting, and yet when she let herself forget about the reality of the situation for just a minute, she could almost feel a tiny trickle of happiness in where she was. This was what she wanted. Her and Ryan living together, a nice house, Jane safe and sound, it was all the things she had dreamt of but like a twisted version. Like a monkey paw’s curse. The cost of her nice house was a total lack of freedom, the cost of her marriage was being shunned and now blackmailed into working for the government and the cost of having Jane with her was that the poor girl had been subjected to torture that seemed to have broken her completely.

Anna pushed open the door to the nursery that had her name high on the wall. It felt like she was being taunted. The room was sickeningly perfect for a baby girl and Anna could imagine many little girls seeing it and being over the moon, there was even a time where she might’ve felt that way. It was very different now, of course. Anna despised this room and didn’t plan to spend any time in there if she could help it.

Regardless of her feelings the changing table would make the inevitable diaper changes easier, and it was towards the long padded surface that Anna started waddling. The diapers were stacked on the shelves underneath and she pulled one out, it’s crinkling the only sound in the quiet room. Anna tried not to feel too depressed, but it was impossible. She was really going to be back in diapers. She would really have to keep up appearances as the good little housewife. All the progress, and pride she’d gained from the progress, was to be eliminated, just like that.

Just as Anna was about to climb on the table, she stopped herself. Sooner or later, she would need to use her diaper for more than peeing. The thought of messing herself after all this time made her nauseous and yet it was inevitable. If she wanted to avoid it happening at another time and to limit her diaper changes, she should just do it then. Get it over and done with right before she changed herself. She couldn’t give Mr. Sawyer an excuse to take her away and turn her into someone just like Jane.

Anna thought about it for a full minute before making her mind up. She placed the diaper on the top of the changing table and then squatted down next to it. She closed her eyes and pushed down. After a muffled fart she felt some movement and a second push brought results. She felt a long log slowly pushing out until it hit the rear of her diaper. She spread her feet further apart and pushed again causing the turd to spread out against the disposable until it was finally pinched off and laid in the seat of her underwear. Without hesitation she pushed again, and a second lump emerged in much the same way. It was a feeling as familiar as it was disgusting.

“Anna, I was just looking for-…” The door to the nursery opened and Ryan was standing there looking in.

Anna looked over her shoulder just as she pushed again and finally felt the rear of her diaper expanding as a pile of softer waste rushed out of her. With a grunt she finally finished. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse Jane poked her head around the doorway too.”

“Poopies!” Jane announced unnecessarily.

“Sorry, Anna…” Ryan looked very upset at both himself, for walking in without knocking, and the situation, “Jane said you were up here and…”

“It’s OK.” Anna said quietly. She winced as she stood up. The warm excrement pressing against her, “It’s not something you haven’t seen before.”

“Yeah, but that was before…” Ryan trailed off, “I’ll leave you to it.”

Anna nodded her head. Indeed, Ryan had seen her mess herself many times but most of those had occurred before she had potty trained herself and before Ryan had revealed himself to not to be like the other men who populated Sallas. She was embarrassed but not as much as she thought she would’ve been.

As Ryan pulled away Jane bounded into the room with childish excitement. She even did a little pirouette before coming to a stop in front of the changing table. Anna was baffled as to what was going on until Jane reached down and pulled out the baby wipes and powder.

“I change diaperth.” Jane said with a wide smile.

“Y-You?” Anna asked with alarm, “But…”

“I wath twained to do it!” Jane said happily.

Anna looked at Ryan who shrugged. Neither of them knew what to do and Anna felt bad at the idea of taking advantage of Jane’s good nature. The poor woman wasn’t in her right mind and making her do anything just seemed wrong, even if being given orders seemed to make her the happiest. Anna remembered back at the college how she had changed Jane’s diaper once and thought that if she had been “normal” Jane wouldn’t mind repaying the favour if the need arose. Well, here was the need…

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Anna asked slowly. The smell was starting to escape her underwear, and she wanted to get changed as soon as possible no matter who was doing it.

Jane tilted her head as if the question was spoken to her in an alien language. It didn’t take long for Anna to realise the problem. Asking if Jane “wanted” anything was pointless. The Finishing School had made it so that she didn’t want anything other than to do as she was told. The programming seemed so ingrained that Anna felt it would never be dislodged.

“You can help.” Anna finally said. Her words caused Jane to smile even wider. It seemed she was excited for the messy work.

Anna looked over to Ryan who nodded his head and closed the door. She turned to face the table and put her hands on the flat surface. Lifting herself up, she turned and came down on the seat of her diaper. She closed her eyes as she felt the messy contents spread all over her underwear and then laid back with a sigh. She was about to reach for the clean diaper when Jane appeared between her feet.

“I can…” Anna started. She really didn’t want to subject her friend to the worst of what was about to happen.

“I help!” Jane said happily.

Anna felt guilty but laid back as Jane started pulling at the tapes. She knew there was nothing she could do about this, Jane wanted to help, or at least that’s what the conditioning had told her she wanted. It still felt to Anna like she was taking advantage of her friend, in truth she would’ve preferred to do it alone but that wasn’t an option that was open to her.

The front of the diaper came down and Anna found she couldn’t look at Jane anymore. She turned her head to the side as she was cleaned up. Whenever she stole a furtive glance back towards the foot of the table, she was surprised to see Jane was still smiling as if she couldn’t smell the poop she was wiping away.

It took a while. Anna had forgotten how long messy diapers took to change. She twisted and lifted up and did everything she could to make it easier for Jane who never once looked like she was anything but happy about being allowed to help out. Eventually the old diaper was pulled out and folded up. It landed in the diaper pail with a thump that made Anna wince. Jane was quick in getting a new diaper prepared and underneath Anna’s body and as she lowered on to it, she felt the disappointment of having to be back in them all over again, she doubted that feeling would ever go away. Jane sprinkled some powder over her and then pulled the diaper up and taped it closed.

“All cwean!” Jane said with her childish speech impediment.

“Thanks…” Anna replied as she sat up.

Anna was quick to get dressed again. She couldn’t stomach looking at the outfits that the government had bought for her, so she put her dress back on. It was humiliating but at least it was a known quantity.

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