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Between them they wheeled me out of the house, I tried to hide my head in shame, wishing I could cover myself up and disappear from sight. The morning sun was bright making me blink, I felt it hot on my bare knees, the gentle breeze flicking up the hem of the stupid dress, I felt so completely humiliated, so ashamed. People were passing by on the pavement, some looking curiously, some hastily looking away, but the men carried on as if it was totally normal, wheeling me up a ramp into the back of a vehicle where they locked the wheelchair into place. I saw my evil mother in law, coming out of the house, she was dressed immaculately in a black trousers and a man's white shirt. She locked the front door, speaking to one of the men before going over and getting into her car. The men got into the vehicle sitting in the front seats and before I could try to mumble a fearful question through the hideous penis gag, we were driving out of the gate. My heart was in my throat now, it was pounding inside me, my stomach tight, a terror building, where were we going, what were they going to do to me? I tried to see if I could wriggle free but the straps holding me in place were just too tight, or I was too weak, or both. In my terrified state the journey didn't seem to take long, though I admit I spent most of it hunched down as much as possible to try and hide myself from view. The sign on the wall said "Sandwell Private Clinic." My heart rate soaring at the sight of it. The vehicle stopped at the closed gate and the man spoke something into an intercom on a steel post just in the entrance. The gates swung open and we drove through, my hateful mother in law's car followed us. We drove up through the trees into a parking area in front of a large building which was like a converted manor house. Outside it seemed to have all the external trappings of a hospital with ramps and signs. A thin grey hard-faced woman was standing by the big chrome and glass sliding doors and I saw my mother in law go over to her as I was being wheeled down the ramp out of the vehicle. She went right up to her and I saw them embrace. It was more than a normal greeting, I saw them kiss, a kiss on the lips as they held each other. Unbelievably an erotic pulse went through me as I watched them, it mixed with the fear that was gripping me making me quiver in confusion. The men wheeled me in through the doors, the woman looking closely at me as we passed them, her lips in a hard-thin line, her eyes large and somewhat disturbing behind her spectacles. They took me through a deserted reception area down a white corridor and into a clinical examination room. There they unstrapped me from the chair lifting me into a large baby seat, before again clipping a belt taut around my waist to keep me there. All the time they had treated me just as if I was a child, a baby, it made me feel totally mentally humiliated and frustrated, yet I was utterly powerless to do anything about it. Physically I felt like screaming and crying, yet that insatiable feeling of small submissive weakness was possessing me. The woman walked arrogantly into the room and took a seat behind the desk, she opened a file on it and she appeared to read through a few pages before looking at me. "I'm Doctor Geraldine Cole, I have been treating you since you went to live with Mrs Davies. Whilst most hormonal and drug based treatments can be carried out in your home, there are times when we have to have you here for clinical procedures. Mrs Davies, who has power of attorney over you, has already signed the necessary agreements on your behalf. I am going to examine you now, then you will be given a general anaesthetic before you have your surgery. Have you any questions?" My eyes were popping out of my head, I could hardly take this all in. Surgery, what surgery, what the hell were they planning to do to me? My insides bubbled in abject fear and I struggled and wriggled against the bonds that held me there. She looked at me taking no notice of my struggles, yet seemingly expectantly waiting for my reply. In a huge attempt to control myself, I stilled my struggles and I began to try to speak. The damned penis gag, that horrible ghastly thing that I had idiotically agreed to, filled my mouth. I concentrated hard and tried, but it prevented me from anything more than a few gurgles and moans. I tried to calm my rising panic. "No, no, I don't want surgery, let me go, let me go." But it didn't sound like anything but baby gabble. In the end, it made me feel even more frustrated and I began to madly wriggle and struggle in the baby seat once again. "No questions? Good, I can see you are excited and keen to get on with it." She nodded to the two white coated men as she spoke. I couldn't believe her words and her reaction to me, what the hell kind of Doctor was she. The men got me out of the baby seat, holding me upright on my trembling weak legs as I struggled embarrassingly weakly in their grasp. They took little notice of my struggles, bringing me over to the examination trolley where they swiftly and humiliatingly stripped me naked before depositing me on it and again strapping me down to it. I was gurgling continually into the dummy gag, begging in my gurgles for freedom and release. I suddenly noticed one of the men grinning as he looked at the small chastity device enclosing and hiding my genitals, I cannot describe the fear, shame and humiliation that was going through me. Her examination was mainly focussed on my chest and my over enlarged nipples, it was frighteningly medically correct and very professional, not sexual at all. She ignored my continual attempts to talk, my continual struggles subdued by the men as she poked and prodded me. She pushed my puffy plumped chest fat up, giving me a small cleavage, then pulled up on my over sensitive nipples, stretching them, before nodding again to the two men. I realised now that they must have been male nurses as they proceeded through a check list on a clipboard held by one of them. They took my blood pressure, heart rate and a number of other medical preparations, yet the seemed oblivious to my futile attempts to communicate with them. The last thing I remembered, that frightening morning, was one injecting something into a vein on the back of my hand and all went into a dreamless blackness. For a while after this I vaguely remember waking and sleeping in a white hospital room, they seemed to be keeping me sedated, no one really spoke to me and I didn't really feel anything. All I do know is that I seemed to sleep a lot. I have no recollection of how long I was kept there, just that when I finally fully came to, it was to see that I was back in the familiar surroundings of the nursery. I was lying in the cot and across the room was Golly sitting on the chair, his erection clearly visible as he looked at me. Foolishly the first word to pop into my head was "Golly" and I'd said it before I even thought, why I'd stupidly said it. She appeared almost instantly. "Ah you're awake at last baby, yes your Golly is still here waiting for you, I know how much you love him. Now it's time to get you up and dressed, we have a visitor later to welcome you home so I want you dressed and ready before she gets here." I immediately thought of my wife and sat up, I was still feeling very weak, though I wasn't tired anymore, but my body felt curiously strange. She dropped the side of the cot and helped me to wriggle to the edge so that I could slide my legs over. The floor seemed to be a long way down and my head was spinning in a weird dizziness. She helped me down and then to sit on the familiar changing mat where I lay back automatically. In my head I knew this was foolish and wrong, but I tried to convince myself that I was only doing it because I was so weak. She smiled to herself as I lay there looking at Golly. "Do you want to touch Golly as I change you baby?" Her voice was a low tease, I heard her but the implications didn't sink in. "Yeth pwease Mummy," I'd said it in an immediate reaction to her words. She smiled to herself again as she pulled it down off the chair, turning it so that its smooth big black cock was against my hand, unable to stop myself I slid my hand around it, my hand seemed little beside it and a mad tingling arousal went through me. She pulled my panties and nappy off me as I held onto it wordlessly trying to make sense of things and to still my pounding heart. The pink chastity was gone, yet it was almost as if I could still feel it there, instead my penis looked shrunken, smooth and tiny, my poor testicles a tight almost unnoticeable bag beneath it. She slid the tips of her fingers around me, I could feel her, it felt erotic and sexy, I wanted her to stroke me more, I could feel her tickling beneath the head, I was feeling aroused inside yet my penis didn't stiffen, jerk or change from its small childlike state. "Doctor Cole is very clever baby, she has given you her own form of chemical castration, together with large doses of female hormones." She was watching me closely enjoying seeing my reaction to each word she said. "The way her chemical castration drugs work is quite different to normal, these retain and in fact they increase your libido considerably, however they do prevent your little clit from becoming engorged or erect." She giggled seeing how distraught I was becoming. "In other words baby you will constantly feel sexy and wanting to climax, but your sweet little clitty here will only dribble your wet little juices into your nappy." She was smiling in an almost gleeful triumph. "In fact the closest thing to a climax you will be able to have now is when your prostate is massaged." Her laugh was exactly like it was out of a horror film. "Soon you'll be begging for the next man to come and fuck you baby." I felt the colour drain from my face, the horrible realisation of what they had done to me making me stupidly burst out into tears, the hormones obviously unbalancing my emotions. "But that's not all baby girl, look what a lovely present the doctor has given you." In a flourish she ripped apart the thin cotton nighty that I was wearing revealing a large pair of breasts, my breasts, quivering from my chest, my nipples semi erect with noticeably large dark areola. I suppose I fainted, because the next thing that I knew I was sitting up, I was wearing a nappy, plastic pants and frilly over panties again and she was giving me sips of water from the spout of a baby cup which she was holding for me. "Poor little baby, you must have fainted with the excitement of seeing your lovely new tits." Her face was a picture of evil as she slid a hand over my left breast tweaking my nipple with her finger nail seeing my jerking reaction to her teasing touch. "You see Leanne, when I first saw you I knew what you were, I persuaded my silly man mad daughter to take you, even though she didn't want to and under my guidance I had her lead you to me. Now you are mine, you belong to me, I possess you, you are my baby sissy slut. I'll enjoy watching you as you quiver hating every humiliating minute of it, but you won't be able to help yourself. My friends and I have great plans for you, experimenting on you and using you in all sorts of wonderfully disgusting ways and you are going to be made to accept it all, even as you hate every second of it." She laughed a hyenic laugh of sheer madness. "In fact, baby, you are going to make me a lot of money, I already have a queue of perverted customers wanting time with a sissy baby girl like you, willing to pay well, very well, just imagine them paying me for my prostitute sissy baby slut." I was whimpering in total disbelief and hatred, she couldn't do this to me, she couldn't, surely I could stop her, surely there was some way I could get away from her evil clutches. I remembered her mentioning the visitor that was coming today, it had to be my wife, she must be coming to see what her mother had done to me, I would persuade her, I was sure I could persuade her. A doctor, a proper doctor could reverse these things, stop the drugs, give me vitamins, a proper diet. They can do mastectomies so they must be able to remove these terrible, noticeable, over feminine, uncontrollable, demanding, wanton, beautiful sexy boobs. She silently finished dressing me then, I didn't attempt to stop her, I knew that I was too weak and believed that there would be plenty of time to stop her when I was stronger, so I just let her carry on. A flimsy pink see through petticoat was pulled over my head and cascaded loosely down over me. She didn't put a bra on me and my breasts swung freely beneath it, the material touching and teasing my nipples even further erect, making me quiver inside, a foolish arousal already growing. The dress was a floaty pink totally sissy, baby dress, it flared from the neckline to the bottom hem, the whole ensemble doing very little to cover me properly and leaving me with a disconcerting feeling of absolute vulnerability. Little bootees and the horrible satin mittens finished my costume. "There now baby, come along stand up, let's go down for your breakfast." I stood weakly, feeling foolish, my legs trembling, barely able to keep me upright, she took my hand in hers to steady me and I reluctantly tottered along like a toddler beside her, the humiliation of feeling like a weak child eating in to my very soul. Slowly we descended the stairs and went in to the kitchen, the dreaded pink highchair stood in the centre of the room as if it was waiting for me. She coaxed me, aggressively, to pull myself up into it, then dropped the little table down, locking me in place. "I know you can't wait for your breakfast, can you baby?" I was hungry, the thought of food making me feel hungrier by the second, yet I was nervously apprehensive wondering what disgusting muck would she try to make me eat. She picked up a soft pvc bib, it was pink with yellow teddies on and she tied it tightly around my neck, her every action compounding my humiliation. I watched her then in a quiet apprehension which quickly turned to disgust as she took a pot of baby food out of the microwave and scooped it into the baby bowl with the suction base. Turning, she placed it on the little table in front of me, but before giving me the horrid spoon she took another jar, unlabelled this time, from the worktop beside her. Smirking at me she unscrewed the lid and poured two spoonsful of the thick pink mixture in with the baby food and stirred it up, my mind was in overdrive only imagining what awful addition this could be. "There now baby girl, let's see you eat it up nicely for mummy." I fully expected her to undo at least one of the mittens then and give me the spoon, but instead she sat on a stool in front of me. She had a pink plastic spoon in her hand and to my horror she proceeded to feed me. My face was flushed with embarrassment and I had little choice but to eat as she cajoled me just as she would a difficult baby. Working quickly she made me take every mouthful, even the dribbled amounts from the bib that I had been unable to keep up with, aggressively not listening to my begged no's. A bottle followed, I could have died in a misery of humiliation but she was enjoying every second of my subjugation, forcing its teat between my lips and lifting it until I sucked in order to prevent myself chocking as the formula trickled out into my mouth. She looked at her watch a second then got off the stool and fetched a large medicine bottle, unscrewing the lid she made to pour some of the white creamy stuff on a spoon. "Are you going to be a good girl and take your medicine for mummy." I looked at it apprehensively, I had to stop this drugging business, whatever it was, was changing my body and effecting my mind. I shook my head a vehement no. She brought the spoon to my lips which I set in a tight line, just let her try I thought. She poured the stuff back in the bottle and I relaxed, ha I'd stood up against her, beaten her. She was back in front of me in seconds, smiling, the big awful dummy in her hand. "As you've been such a bad baby, you're having your dummy now." She held the large penis shape to my lips and I closed my mouth as tightly as I could. Just let her try. Her fingers closed around my nose and in seconds my mouth was open and I was gasping for breath. She thrust the penis shaped dummy in triumphantly pushing it over my tongue, buckling it behind my head, pulling it ever deeper into my mouth until it filled it. "There now, that's much better baby, now you will do as you're told." I struggled, breathing through my nose, my mittened hands futilely flitting over the dummy and its straps. She had the medicine bottle again, but this time she was dipping a large syringe into it, drawing the mixture up, filling it completely. I was whimpering now, I couldn't see that there was any way that she could inject me with that stuff, but as the full syringe came closer I could see that there was no needle just a short tube at its bottom. Grinning to herself she took a longer clear plastic tube from her pocket and fitted it over the end of the syringe. I couldn't take my eyes off her, entranced by what she was doing yet a nervous fear was building within me. "There is more than one way to make you take your medicine you little bitch." She gripped my chin as I whimpered, my mittens sliding over her arms as I weakly tried to push her away. She guided the tube into the hole between the plastic lips of the dummy and began to feed it into the penis teat until I felt it at the back of my throat as it slid down. She stopped when the syringe was against the plastic lips, the end of the tube somewhere down my oesophagus, then smiling her evil smile she looked into my fearful eyes and slowly depressed the plunger. "You WILL learn, that you will take your medicine whether you want to or not." I was panting through my nose as she withdrew the feeding tube, a rush of heat, similar to an alcohol burn, already beginning in my tummy and was it my imagination but it seemed to be spreading through my body. It seemed like only seconds before my limp little penis was tingling madly, demanding my touch which I was frustratingly unable to do. I struggled to get my mittened hand under the table, but couldn't, the nappy and layered pants preventing any other means of relief. In moments I was gurgling and whimpering in unthinking submission to her. She left me there like that for a while, my body wildly aroused, my nipples stupidly hard, my little penis so wanton and needy and yet insanely I had no erection. I had no idea what she was doing or how long I squirmed and wriggled there, I would have done almost anything to get out of that dam highchair, anything to try and touch and ease my foolish arousal. The front doorbell was a distant reminder, then she was out of the room, I was alone, yet all I could do was stupidly wriggle and whimper in my mental anguish. Her return was to make tea and I remembered the visitor, my wife, oh my wife, oh god, I was blushing at the thought of her seeing me like this but I knew it was probably my only chance at escape. She disappeared with the tray and I sat there trying my best and dismally failing to control the sensations throughout my body. When she finally returned I knew this would be it, I couldn't stop myself wriggling in some ludicrous excitement at being let free to go with her. Undoing the buckle on my dummy first she pulled it from my mouth in an unceremonious plop, then released me from the highchair. "Now be a good baby girl Leanne, if I have any trouble with you then you will really suffer." Her hissed words were harsh and vindictive. Taking my hand she led me through the door into the lounge. There was a woman there sitting in one of the hard upright chairs, she was mature, old even, she wasn't my wife, I gawked at her, blushing deeply, where was my wife? Then I noticed sitting on the sofa was a little boy. Well he was dressed like a little boy, in reality he was a young man, he looked odd, as if mentally disabled, perhaps suffering from Down syndrome and looking a little foolish dressed in short trousers and a silly "Cars" tee shirt. I started to back out of the room but my mother in law was behind me pushing me in. This is my baby girl Leanne," she said, the older woman had a dirty smile on her face. "Leanne, this is Mrs Hewitt and this is her little boy Donald, say hello." She pinched my arm as she spoke making me react quickly. "Hello," I mumbled in my stupid soft high pitched lisp. Mrs Hewitt was smiling broadly and Donald, appearing excited, was grinning too. "Donald has really been looking forward to meeting you Leanne, go and sit by him and give him a kiss." I felt disgusted, I couldn't believe what she was saying yet I couldn't stop my crazy body from buzzing all over. She pushed me over to the sofa. "Come on, don't be shy, he is so excited to meet you." I was suddenly sitting on the sofa by him, his clammy hand on my bare leg. His round face glowing his mouth set in a wide open mouthed grin "Be a good girl and give him a kiss." I heard her threatening hiss, in my mind I knew that unsaid threat, she would have me across her knees and spanked in front of these weirdos before I knew it. I puckered up my lips and trying to quell my revulsion I leaned forward and planted a little kiss on his cheek. "LEANNE!" I trembled at the sound knowing the implication and leaned against him again. He was playing, as if he was teasing me now, moving his head back, making me lean further against him until I was almost overbalanced. He kissed me then, a sloppy kiss right on my lips, his tongue pressing between them, his arm slipping around me. "There you see Diana, I knew they would get on." His hand was on my leg exploring. I tried to sit up, distance myself from him, but he was too strong, holding on to me, looking for a kiss again, his other hand continuing up over my knees. My mother in law and Mrs Hewitt carried on chatting together almost as if we weren't there, me battling to stop his wandering hands, him thinking it was some children's game. After a while I was tiring and feeling a little tearful, then an idea came into my head, I knew it would be embarrassing but anything to get his hands off me. "I, I umm need to go umm potty Mummy," I said hating myself as I did so. She turned smiling, "Oh there's a good girl Leanne." She looked at Mrs Hewitt. "I'm trying to potty train her Diana, but it's hit and miss with her." My face was on fire. She stood up, holding out her hand, "come along then baby" I got away from him and grabbed her hand, anything to get out of there. "Can I come, please." The voice was difficult to understand an over excited childlike babble. My mother in law looked at him smiling wickedly. "Yes of course Donald, come and see Leanne's nursery, she is going on her potty." I could have died in shame, my plan to get from him ruined and now even worse he would actually watch as I went to the toilet. "Wont that be lovely Leanne?" I didn't answer but I heard her evil chuckle as she led me back up the stairs "I won't be long Diana, make us another cup of tea if you want." I was desperate to urinate by the time we got into the nursery, she placed the potty on the floor then told me to lie on my back by it so that she could remove the hated plastic pants and nappy. I hesitated eyeing him as he followed us in. "Sit on Leanne's cot and watch while I take her nappy off Donald." He happily sat there looking around then watching me as I reluctantly lay on the mat, encouraged by her pinching of my leg. Treating me just as she would a baby she removed the plastic pants, pulling them quickly off me and before I could react, pulling the nappy down too, revealing my nakedness to him. I felt like dying of complete embarrassment, my eyes shut to close out my humiliation. "Look Donald that's her little clitty, isn't it lovely?" Waves of sheer embarrassment tore through me, yet I couldn't stop from peeping at him with half closed eyes. He appeared to be getting very excited, wriggling around and touching himself through his shorts. "Right Leanne, now you can use your potty, quick about it girl." I couldn't stop myself from sobbing from the abject humiliation I felt, but my need was great and trying to cover myself with the frilled hem of the dress, I sat on the big pink potty. In an attempt to close my mind to everything around me I tried to relax and began to pee. I didn't see her leaning forward, grabbing the hem from my nervy fingers and pulling it up. "See Donald that's what little girls like Leanne look like when they are peeing, isn't it lovely?" My eyes opened wide in a shudder of embarrassment, Donald was watching me intently, rubbing himself, his hand beneath his shorts, I wanted to run, but I couldn't get up as I was still peeing, it was all so horrible so surreal. Eventually I finished, but my humiliation was further compounded when my Mother in Law, insisted on showing Donald how she dabbed me dry with a tissue. She evilly stroked me as she did so rejuvenating the arousal inside me, making my body quiver as my nipples hardened and my little, maddeningly soft penis, tingled wantonly. "Sit on your cot baby girl." I was horribly aroused and stupidly panting as almost unthinking I sat beside him. "Do you need a wee wee too Donald?" He nodded his head, smiling his wide foolish smile, she made him stand then pulling down his shorts and pants taking them completely off over his feet. I was shocked at the size of his cock, to all extents and purposes he seemed to cruelly have the mind of a child yet his cock was very much that of an adult man. Crazily I couldn't take my eyes off it, as half erect he cheerfully pissed into the potty that I had just left. "He's got a lovely cock hasn't he Leanne, I bet you'd just love to touch it wouldn't you baby?" My mouth was open, I was stunned, it was as if I was frozen to the spot, I couldn't speak. He finished pissing then he turned to her. "Can I go in the cot with Leanne?" I found it difficult to make out what he was saying, puzzling over his jumbled childish words, but she must have been used to speaking to him as she seemed to understand straight away. "Oh lovely boy, yes of course, you want to get in Leanne's cot with her, is that it?" He nodded his head smiling excitedly, I couldn't believe my ears, this couldn't be happening, she couldn't do this to me, yet even though I was completely horrified, I couldn't move. "Get right back into your cot baby, make room for little Donald here, or do I have to ring nice Mister Walters?" Her words were a complete threat, daring me to challenge her. That threat of public humiliation seemed even greater to me now, yet I also felt confused by the never stopping buzzing bodily arousal, mixing inside my head into complete mental anguish. I pulled my legs up, wriggling my feet in and I squirmed to the back of the cot. Donald climbed in after me with no hesitation, making a funny excited, childish giggling sound as he did so. My Mother in Law smirked lewdly pulling up the side of the cot and locking it into position. "You'd better be good for Donald Leanne, remember his mummy and I will be watching and listening to you. If you don't play nicely and do exactly what he wants then I WILL be ringing Mister Walters." She turned on her heel then closing the door as she left, leaving me to try and fend him off. It didn't take long to realise that little Donald might have had the mind of a child but he had incredible strength. His hands were all over me even as I tried to push them off, we were like two children fighting and he was by far the stronger. I felt myself weakening by the second, but he was enjoying himself, it must have looked like a little play tussle, with him winning, until I was exhausted. Pulling me over he had me pinned down on my back with him astride me, his cock fully erect against my tummy. Being unable to fight him anymore I resorted to pleading with him, "Please Donald, please stop it, please," I lisped, feeling like I was trying to beg for my life, surely he'd listen to me. Giggling he began to slide his hands up beneath my baby dress and I tried to wriggle with the last of my strength to throw him off. It was no use, he was giggling in conquest, his hands moving further and quicker until to my whimpering squeals he found my breasts. "Oh noo," I gasped, "Donald you mustn't." His eyes widened in glee, pulling my dress up over my head, his hands sliding over me, then in a mind-numbing horror I felt his lips close around one of my oversized, erect and madly yearning nipples. It felt like electricity, like a bolt of lightning travelling through me, all the way down to the pit of my tummy. "DONALD...oh my goodness, no.......Ohhhh, ohhhhhhhhh god." My horrified surprise was stifled by the feeling that gripped me. I quivered and panted under him, my mind in a turmoil as he began to suckle me, my little flaccid penis insanely tingling as I whimpered there. He took his time, enjoying himself and perhaps sensing in some animal instinct what his administration were doing to me, my wriggles now caused by the teasing arousal he was subjecting me to. At that time I had no thought that his manly cock was now hungrily erect, him rubbing himself against me as he sucked my throbbing rubber like teats. Those mad sensations dominating my mind stopped me from being aware that he was keen to explore further, his hand sliding between my legs rubbing around my infuriatingly limp smoothness as I gasped beneath him. Thinking back now, I realise that he must have had some previous experience, because he knew exactly what he was after. Having turned me into a weak quivering aroused mess, he suddenly had my legs apart as he sat between them, his huge erection against my poor feeble penis. I wriggled at the touch, trying to evade him and reduce that terrible unwanted arousal inside me. He was smiling to himself as if he was excited with a new toy, then to my abject horror he grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs up high in the air above my head. Horrified, I struggled, in a renewed attempt to stop him, but I had no chance, the head of his penis slipping down until it was against my poor defenceless hole. The weeks of being subjected to the plugs that my mother in law had put in me had made me embarrassingly loose there, until now it was just a horribly humiliating occasional incontinence but now...... He launched himself forward eager to imbed his hungry cock inside me, I felt him, it seemed huge, I wanted to clench my buttocks, to prevent him, yet worryingly, I opened up all too easily. He slowly thrust his length inside me then, making a curious groaning noise as he did so, was it him or me? In seconds, he began a tarantella thrusting with increasing urgency, his eyes wide open looking at me. I hated him, hated it, the pain and discomfort were horrible, yet gradually they seemed to fade and in some inexplainable way my arousal was growing and growing. For the first time since this had all happened I actually felt myself approaching the weirdest climax I've ever had and yet my poor limpness was just flapping about against me as he pumped me harder and harder. Unbelievably it didn't take long before my penis was dribbling a clear stickiness over my thigh and I lost my head squirming in moaning ecstasy under him as he stiffened filling my insides with his ejaculate. He collapsed on top of me then, quickly asleep, his weight trapping me there beneath him. I should have wriggled free, would have wriggled free, but with my heart still pounding, I felt completely exhausted and just lay there with my eyes closed. I was disgusted with myself, but suppose I must have gone to sleep too because the next thing I remembered was waking to a strange pulling sensation in my chest. I tiredly opened my eyes to see him suckling on my right nipple once again, his hand playing with my left as he did so. His eyes were shut in his obvious enjoyment, unaware of what it was doing to my insides. I suppose I must have whimpered as he pulled on my nipple as he suddenly opened his eyes. He gabbled something, dribbling as he did so, climbing up over me his lips seeking mine in some horrible wet kiss which I avoided. His cock touched my tummy then, it was hot and as stiff as a piece of wood. I heard myself whimpering, trying to push him away again, but to him my rejections were merely play. His mouth seemed to find my neck and his sucking kiss there sent quivering spasms of weakness through me. He moved quickly, his arms pushing my legs up once again as he sought my still wet hole. Perhaps I didn't fight him as hard this time because his hot wet head seemed to be entering me before I could do anything to stop him and once again we were there, me succumbing to his thrusts. My dribbling penis seemed fed from an impossible, never-ending climax. He went on for longer this time and insanely I just lay there weakly allowing him to copulate, continually keeping me in a state of quiveringly mind blowing climax. My sleep was one of total exhaustion then, my minds confusion lost as I lay there, his body heavy over me imprisoning me beneath him. I have no idea how long we slept, there was nothing to tell me how long, time just seemed to stand still. I awoke before him this time and began to try to wriggle out from under him, but my movements woke him too. He grabbed my arm, as if he was about to lose a favourite toy, holding me tight, then insatiably he sought my poor bruised nipple again. His lips closing around it, sending me back once more into an unstoppable growing arousal and unable to control myself I moaned as he sucked me. He carried on there for a few minutes suckling, my nipple, pulling it fully into his mouth, his teeth grazing me, sending unbelievable feelings through me as I arched my back feeding my breast to him, then in a crazy madness I lost all control, insanely moaning his name out loudl. "Ohhh Donald, Ohhh Donald, ohhh god." I just couldn't stop myself. He peeped up at me then, his eyes seemed almost evil. Pulling free of my nipple with a gasp provoking sucking plop, he once again moved up to seek my lips with his long, dribbling probing tongue. I was panting, my insides trembling, I was completely losing control and suddenly I couldn't stop myself and I accepted him. I kissed him, my mouth opening to his invading slobbering tongue and insanely I wrapped my legs around him. I could feel his cock unbelievably erect again and seeking my gaping dribbling sissy cunt. He entered me then, so easily as I kissed him, sucking hungrily in a mindless passion on his thick tongue, my soft penis clit already dribbling with expectation of the breeding he was going to give me. He fucked me then, like an animal, on and on and on with his never stopping cock as I whimpered losing my mind, calling his name over and over. He'd taken me, made me his and all I could think of was what he was doing to me. I was still mindlessly half asleep when she came back, he was already sitting up shouting that he wanted a wee wee and she shushed and let him out of the cot to noisily piss in the pot once again before she helped him put his pants and shorts back on. "Have you had fun Donald?" "My baby," he gabbled smiling proudly. "Be a good girl and kiss Donald goodbye Leanne." I sat up and climbed weakly out of the cot, he was standing there expectantly. My mind was a turmoil I tottered slightly towards him and pursed my lips. His kiss mashed against me, my mouth opening stupidly in an unwanted yet unstoppable sexual reaction to him. She giggled crudely. "I know you can't get enough of him Leanne, but he has to go now, his mother only paid for the afternoon to see if he enjoyed himself, perhaps next time she'll hire you all day." I paled, almost fainting in realisation of what she'd done, prostituting me out to this woman's handicapped son. "Now be a good little slut and wait until I get back to shower you, we've made such a lovely film of the two of you, you've quite excited mummy." With that she left, smiling her horrible smile and holding Donald's hand, locking the nursery door behind her.