(Diaper) kidnap Fiction

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‘I’m sorry, but I have to pop out for a minute.’ Hannah said to her mother as they were cutting what seemed like an endless amount of onions. ‘The horses also need to be fed their Christmas dinner and I want to do it before our dinner is ready.’ 

‘Of course dear. No problem at all. Margaret, would you be so kind to help me?’ Her mother asked Hannah’s younger niece, who was play wrestling with Ethan, her brother. Hannah stepped back from the counter and almost tripped over Maximus. The giant dog had positioned himself perfectly to keep an eye on the kitchen floor, whilst simultaneously getting all the pets that Grandpa Richardson was giving him. Hannah laughed, gave Maximus a peck on its forehead as she put on her warm winter jacket and she exited the house via the cluttered garage, where she picked up a leather feeding bag she had left there earlier. Some of its contents spilled into the thick layer of snow as she made her way to the barn, where she quickly unlocked heavy wooden door and rushed inside. Inside it was somewhat warmer, though not by a whole lot as her breath still fogged up as she breathed out. 

She began by feeding Caesar, the big Andalusian and Pompey, the massive black Friesian their dinner by pouring the fodder into the buckets hanging from the stable door. Pompey nickered happily as he trotted over and dunked his nose into the bucket, immediately scrunching down the food. Caesar, being the older of the two, took his time and slowly but steadily munched down his own dinner. Hannah scratched the horse’s nose and whispered something into his ear, before moving on to the third stable door. 

Opening Rebel’s box, she took a moment to enjoy the sight before her. It was a sight that never got old. Her very own pony boy, tugged away inside his small stable home. Leashed to the wall, the pony stood silently on his hobbled boots, occasionally stepping to the left or the right. When he did, she spotted the latest addition to his bondage: a brand new leather arm binder, made and given to her by herself, as she had decided that Rebel had also deserved a few Christmas presents. She smiled as she thought back to this morning, when she strapped it onto her pony boy. 

Slowly she had undone the buckles and took off all the straps away from his thin white arms. Then she had also opened the mitts that had held his fingers useless for a long time. His hands were sweaty and filthy and she spend a few minutes cleaning all the accumulated grime off them. She hadn’t been worried that he might have tried to escape, as his fingers were obviously stiff and useless from months of disuse. She had then slipped the arm binder over Rebel’s hands and worked it upwards until it covered and encased his arms completely, resting just below his shoulders.  

Compared to the straps and mitts he had worn until now, the arm binder had to be an improvement for him: It was made with a thick padding on the inside and as the laces and straps on the outside were tightened, it put pressure on his clenched hands, arms and elbows in a very firm but even way. Rebel wouldn't feel much more than mild discomfort as his arms were strapped into their new permanent position. After all these months, he probably hadn’t had much feeling in them anymore, and after a few more months, maybe a year,  he would come to forget about them, as they were packed away and secured so uselessly behind his back.

She noticed to her glee that he was already straining in the other Christmas present she had given him: the severe chastity cage was holding Rebel’s member in its vice like grip, its numerous tiny spikes pushing painfully into his soft flesh. Any arousal would be swiftly and painfully dealt with. 

Hannah smiled and entered Rebel’s box, but leaving the top part of the door open so the stink of her pony’s droppings could be lessened a bit. She had planned to muck out the stall before the family had arrived, but with all activities and preparations around Christmas Day, this turned out to be impossible. But a few days inside the stinking room, while quite uncomfortable, would not harm the pony. So suppressing her own gag reflex, Hannah walked around the pony and checked all the straps once more. Rebel jerked slightly away, surprised by the sudden touch as he was heavily. But where the pony boy was wearing his severe hoods mostly for punishment, this time he was wearing them for practice. It was too cold outside to take her pony out for physical training, so the pony spend much of his days cooped inside the stable box, only taken out for walking exercise up and down the barn corridor. Not willing to let her pony getting lazy, Hannah had devised another training regime. A few hours every day, she’d strap a thick leather hood over Rebel’s head, so the pony wouldn’t get distracted. The integrated earphones would then play horse neighs, whinnies and other horse sounds on a continuous loop, separated by short gaps in the recording. During those breaks, Rebel had to try and imitate the noise he had heard. The build-in microphone would register his imitation and if it was deemed good enough, nothing would happen. However, if Rebel hadn’t succeeded, a painful shock would be administered by a couple of pads taped to his caged cock and balls. It hadn’t taken long for Rebel’s horse noises to markedly improve in quality.

Hannah strapped the feeding back over the hood’s mouth hole and watch contently as Rebel immediately began to eat. The pony had come such a long way since the first days, she mused as she wiped away some drool that had collected on his chest. A low moan escaped his throat and immediately, Rebel’s whole body tensed up. Apparently, the hood had not approved of this equine imitation. Another surprised groan escaped from Rebel’s hooded face as she carefully stroked his entrapped penis. It immediately sprang to life, desperate after months of denial. Or at least, it tried to, as the spiked cage did what it was designed to do. A painful whine emanated from underneath the hood and Rebel danced from one booted leg onto the other. She slapped his plugged ass to calm him down. He obediently continued to eat, with soft slurping noises filling the air as he sucked the vegetable slop into his bitted mouth.

 Hannah smiled and turned around, when she spotted a face looking over the open door. 

‘Nathan!’ she exclaimed in horror, but her nephew didn’t respond. He just stood there, frozen in place, with his mouth wide open. Hannah also stood stock still. ‘’It isn’t what it looks like.’’ Seemed laughingly insufficient to explain the situation. Panic swept over her, drowning out all other thought. In her mind, she could already hear the police sirens coming to take them away. It felt like she had swallowed a lead weight, filling her stomach in increasing heaviness. 

‘Do…do you want to have a look?’ she suddenly heard herself say. What the hell was wrong with her, she thought. She needed to do something, buy his silence, threaten him, not invite him in! Oh god, that sounded awful, even to her. She really liked her nephew, being a kind-hearted gentle soul who doted on his younger sister. But what if he spilled the beans over her treatment of her unwilling pony boy? 

‘Uh huh.’ Nathan finally groaned as he kept staring at the pony and she opened the stable door fully. A full pack of cigarettes had fallen from his pocket onto the concrete floor and as he stumbled through the door, a single cigarette fell from his down filled jacket onto the straw. Apparently, her nephew had come outside to enjoy a secret smoke, knowing full well how disapproving his parents were of such behaviour. Hannah quickly picked them up, but Nathan had only eyes for Rebel, now almost convincingly whinnying at the other side of the box. His trembling hand reached out and touched Rebel’s naked chest, almost to check if what he was seeing was real. When the pony did not disappear in a puff of smoke, the trance that held Nathan seemed to be broken and he finally looked at Hannah. 

‘What…how…when…’ he stammered, his eyes widely spread open in shock. Hannah didn’t say anything at first, unsure of how to handle the situation. 

‘What…what do you think?’ she finally managed to get out, trying desperately to keep Nathan calm. The last thing she wanted him to do was to run off to alert his parents or grandparents. 

‘It is…oh my god…it is…’ he mumbled, walking around Rebel and inspected his strict arm binder, running his hands over the thick leather. As he did, the panic that Hannah was feeling seemed to lessen somewhat. Her nephew did not seem abhorred or disgusted by what he had seen. Instead, he seemed to be extremely curious about Rebel’s situation. Perhaps the boy had spent some of his time searching the internet for information about bondage and pony play.

‘It is…wow…I mean…if I was bound like this…’ he whispered, confirming her suspicions. Then suddenly, he seemed to have realized what he had just said and his face turned crimson. 

‘I-I-I mean…’ he quickly managed to mutter, but the rest of the sentence was stuck in his throat. 

‘Well…It is clear this is not the first time you’ve experienced bdsm, is it?’ Hannah asked, trying to seem more confident than she was feeling and Nathan shook his head slowly. ‘And I take it that you have been exploring this world in your private time?’ A single nod this time. And I assume that no-one knows about your feelings about this, do they?’ Another shake of the head. She stepped towards her nephew and raised his head by holding his chin. 

‘Hey, it is okay. I’m not mad you have seen what you have seen-‘ It only was mildly terrifying, she thought, ‘-and you are not the only one who feels this way. Now the rest of the family is waiting for us to join them at dinner. What do you say we don’t leave them waiting and when everyone has gone to bed, we’ll talk some more?’ With this, she handed him back his pack of cigarettes and looking down at his feet, Nathan nodded wordlessly. Together they exited the stable box, as Rebel suffered another round of electric punishment for failing his training.