Captured and Enraptured (Full - Up to Pt. 7)

Lanna strode through the scattered tables towards the far section of the cafe's outdoor seating. She tried to exude an air of confidence by way of a sure step and a proud posture with her chin held high. However, Lanna tightly clutched the strap of her crossbody purse to her breast with both hands. Her body language betrayed the hint of anxiety that was beginning to well within her chest. It made her stomach feel like she was on an amusement park ride. A warm breeze picked up and played through her hair, drifting the wavy locks gently off from over her shoulder. 

Lanna had been on multiple dates lately, none of which had resulted in a second meeting. There was always something about the men that would push her away. One had been creepy, another admitted to cheating on his girlfriend, and another yet had been just outright rude to her. Beyond the spectacular failures, there were men who were nice enough, but who she just didn't feel a connection with. She wasnt even quite sure how many dates she had been on this month. She was trying not to give up hope, but time after time the day would end and she was still on her own.

There was an empty table at the back of the fenced in dining area, which Lanna spotted and made her way towards. She settled at one of the circular table's bench seats under the shade of its umbrella. She made sure that she was facing towards the entrance of the patio so as to watch for her date. Lanna checked her phone. The time was 12:50 and she was ten minutes early. Lanna waited. The minutes ticked away. She had tried not to check the time again; to not be impatient, but decided to hit the button to turn on her screen. It showed 1:15 pm. She opened the dating app and found no new messages from the man she was supposed to meet. She sent a message asking if he was running late and decided that she would wait until 1:30, and if he hadn't responded by then, she would leave. Lanna people watched to pass the time. She loved to catch little moments in people's lives. Seeing people passing these small moments together made her feel grounded. A mom was pulling her daughter's hair back into a quick, messy ponytail so the little girls dripping cone wouldn't get in her ebony locks. There was a boy and a girl, sitting together having pastries and drinks. They looked like good friends, but when the girl looked away, the boy looked at her with a secret glance, betraying an affection greater than simply friendship. An elderly man sat alone, eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the sun, and the warmth of the mug between his fingers. And then there was Lanna. 

She looked at her phone once more. 1:45. No messages, and no sign of the date. Lanna pushed herself up from the seat, her bag still slung over her shoulder and opened the side gate of the patio. The neatly arranged brick pavers gave way to a worn path through the grass once she passed the threshold. Lanna turned between the buildings and continued onto the pavement, high heels clicking softly. There was a large van in the alleyway. Lanna took note of it. It looked brand new, windowless and shiny white, with the words "Market Fresh" across the side in a pleasing font. A delivery truck for the Cafe, Lanna thought. 

This, however, was not the case. The alleyway was narrow, forcing Lanna to pass closely by the side of the vehicle. As soon as she neared the door, it slid back on its track smoothly and suddenly. Three men leaned from the platform of the van. With a speed that Lanna couldn't have accounted for, the first of the men wrapped his arm around her head, pressing a towel roughly into her face, and holding it there as the other two men grabbed at her. Lanna looked around overhead frantically but saw not a single camera. She tried to pry at the towel but one of the men latched on to her wrist, fully engulfing it with his meaty paw. The other man grabbed her by the waist with both hands, digging his fingers into her ribs. Lanna opened her mouth to let out a yelp as his nails stung her flesh, but the towel that the first man held was shoved into her mouth with a sudden jab of two of his fingers. Between the thrust of the man's fingers into her mouth, the ball of cloth forcing her jaws apart, and the foul taste, Lanna gagged. She realized that there must have been chloroform on the cloth as she started to feel dizzy. Her eyes began to tear up, partly from the fear and partly from the awful gag filling her mouth. The three men worked expertly as if performing a ballet, and Lanna was pulled inside the van.  She felt herself hit the interior floor and her vision faded away as she heard the door of the van slam shut and the engine turn over.

Lanna started to breach consciousness. She could feel the bumpiness of the road as the van traveled. She could hear a soft murmur of conversation, but couldn't pick out the words. Her vision was fuzzy but the haze of darkness began to clear as she came to. The first thing she noticed, was how much her head hurt. The second thing she noticed, was that she was restrained, unable to move. Lying on her back, Lanna could see thin crisscrossing metal bars stretched over her head, which then bent at a ninety degree angle to create walls by her side. With a pang of fear, Lanna realized that she was locked inside of a dog kennel. A collar encircled her neck, too tight against her throat, with chains attached at either side to the kennel walls. She realized that there was still something being forced between her teeth. It had a different texture than the towel that the man had shoved in her mouth before. Her tongue pressed up against it and felt a soft, smooth rubber. The rubber was connected to a piece of hard plastic, which was pulled too tight against her lips. The whole thing seemed to be held in place by a strap locked around her head. 

Lanna's knees were bent, with her feet held up high against the back wall of the cage by ankle cuffs attached to the bars. She felt like she was wearing slippers, but the soles of her feet registered a slight sharpness as they pressed against the foot of the kennel. She found that her wrists were also cuffed tightly to the kennel walls. A soft, thick mound forced Lanna's legs apart and wrapped around her pelvis and beneath her bottom, rising it off of the floor of the cage. It pressed firmly against her vagina, delivering a not unpleasant sensation. She tried not to let herself enjoy the stimulation it delivered.

A sudden realization hit Lanna. The gag in her mouth actually seemed to be a large pacifier, and the bulky mass spreading her thighs wide and delivering an unwelcome, but not unappreciated pleasure, couldn't be anything but diapers. In truth it was multiple diapers, layered one on top of the other. The diapers were so thick that she would not have been able to bring her thighs together even if she hadn't had her ankles bound apart.

Lanna could see four men in her periferial vision. It was likely that they didn't yet realize that she was awake. Their attention was focused on other things, so Lanna tried her restraints and immediately regretted doing so. Even that slight struggle created a clattering of metal against metal. The locks on her cuffs and the chains on her neck clanked against the walls, and the diapers crinkled loudly as if pronouncing her predicament. Suddenly, all four men moved to surround her cage, alerted by the noise. A man in sunglasses and a mouthless skimask leaned over the top of the kennel, his gloved hand resting on top with fingers curled slightly in and around the bars. He seemed to be more important that the other three, as he was the only one hiding his identity. Lana's stomach knotted and she felt fearful for what might be done to her next. Her eyes started to well up. She was so scared of this man. For a solid amount of time he stayed there motionless and seemed to be staring at her. 

In one brisk motion, the man crouched, opened the side door of the kennel, and reached his arm inside, firmly pressing his hand into her diapered crotch and sliding upwards. Lanna moaned deeply beneath her pacifier despite herself. She could feel her cheeks turning hot with a mix of embarrassment and frustration at her body betraying her in a situation such as this. The masked man pulled back, seemingly surprised. Lanna was surprised at herself, too. He took a moment to register the noise she had just made, before reaching back in. Lanna thrashed about uselessly in her cage, trying to avoid his touch. He grabbed the bulk between her thighs and squeezed. He pressed and rubbed her vigorously with the thick soft diaper. Lanna tried not to whimper from the ecstasy of the feeling, but even yet her hips began to follow the man's hand up and down. She tilted her hips into the pressure. Lanna wasn't sure how long this went on for, but her head went spacy and fuzzy from the stimulation. 

The man stopped the rough motion and spread his hand over her diaper. Lanna laid still. His fingers wrapped downwards on her crotch, and his thumb up. He pressed his thumb over Lanna's clit, and did small gentle circles that she could only just feel through the fluff of multiple diapers. He kept this up for a moment, before closing the door back shut and standing up once again. He seemed to be shaking the hands of the other three men. With the last one, he held his grasp on the other man's hand for a moment and clapped the man on the shoulder in a chummy way before pulling him in for a hug.

Lanna realized that for her to be naked in this cage except for the diapers, that would mean that she had been stripped of her clothes and diapered while unconcious. These men had removed her clothes and seen her completely naked. Had they done anything to her while she was out? Thoughts about this, and about what might happen to her next, filled her head. Lanna began to cry. The man in the ski mask came back over as soon as he heard her. He opened the door of the cage once again and started to try to rub her head to calm her. Muffled behind the pacifier, a frustrated Lanna yelled "No!" and started raging against her restraints. She felt ashamed to be sobbing in this cage and showing her fragility. She didn't want him to touch her and certainly didn't want him to comfort her in this pitiful moment. In response, the man slammed the door shut and stood over the cage, arms crossed looking down on her.

After a while Lanna tired herself out and was finally still. She continued to cry softly. The masked man sat on the floor by the head of the crate. He watched her there. The other three men went between standing around, leaning against the walls, or sitting on the bench attached to the wall of the van. Lanna tried to turn her head towards the man sitting by her, but the tightness of the collar wouldn't allow the motion. She coughed from the leather straining against her windpipe. After hearing this, the man opened the cage once more, this time practically leaning in, and reached towards her throat with both hands. Lanna flinched and closed her eyes out of fear and anticipation. She felt him pulling on the collar. It tightened slightly before falling open. 

Lanna opened her eyes to see him lean back out of the cage and return to sitting in his spot. She turned her head towards him and stared back at him. The man did a little wave before pulling his knees up, folding his arms across them, and resting his chin on his arms. This man didn't seem evil, Lanna thought. She shook the thought out of her head and went back to staring at the ceiling. But he had kidnapped her! Clearly he was bad. She needed to anticipate a way to escape before he could really hurt her.

Lanna fell asleep somewhere along the way. Between the chloroform, struggling against her restraints, and the bumpiness of the van ride, she was exhausted and unable to keep herself awake. Eventually, the van came to a stop. The sudden change in momentum woke Lanna from her restless slumber. The masked man seemed to have fallen asleep as well, because one of the other three came over and placed his hand on the man's shoulder to shake it gently.

The man woke, felt his mask and dark glasses to make sure they were still in place, and unlatched the cage door. He refastened Lanna's collar, despite her whining and moving her head all about to avoid it. The collar was much looser than the first time, at least thankfully. 

One of the three others handed the skimask man a large blanket, which he unfolded. He shook the blanket out and floated it down on top of the kennel so that Lanna's view was completely obscured. Upon seeing the blanket descend on the cage, she began to scream and yell behind her pacifier. She shook the bars vigorously. She heard the door of the van slide open and saw daylight filter through the blanket. The entire kennel was then lifted off of the floor to be carried away. Lanna tried to throw around her body weight, still yelling muffled curses and pleas, in hopes that they would drop her, and that this might somehow aid an escape. In fact the men did nearly drop her. One corner of the cage fell before quickly being raised again.

"Hey, watch it buddy!" one hollared, as they all readjusted their grip on the cage.

"I got it now, calm down. Fucking live wire in here, man. Gonna be a whole lotta fun keeping this one in check." another muttered sarcastically. The foot of her cage was lifted higher than the head, and the whole thing bumpily shifted side to side as they ascended a few steps.

"'Ey! Enough! Focus on getting this through the door," a third reprimanded. "Where should we set her?" 

There was no spoken response. Perhaps he made a gesture, or simply ignored the man. The other three voices must have been the grunts. The ski mask man, the leader, wasn't even letting his voice be heard. These three seemed rather careless, but this man, he knew what he was doing. Had he done this before? Was she going to be one of many victims; just another notch in the bedpost? The one thing that gave Lanna solice, was that perhaps it was a good sign that she hadn't seen his face or heard his voice. Perhaps he would allow her to leave when he was done with her, since she would be unable to pick him from a line up. She hoped, if nothing more, that at least he wasn't intending to kill her. She knew not what intentions he had with her.

The cage was set down rather roughly, punctuated by a clattering of the bars. Aside from the weight, it was likely that they were rather annoyed with Lanna from her thrashing that nearly caused the cage to fall. The blanket overtop was whisked off and Lanna's vision flooded with bright, natural light. She squinted her eyes until they could adjust.

After setting down the cage, it seemed that the other men had gone elsewhere. Only the masked man was still there. He dropped to a crouch, resting his forearms on his thighs and looked at Lanna for a moment. In the brightness of the room, she could nearly make out the shape of his eyes through the dark lenses, the shadow of his brow giving them dimension. He unlatched the door of the cage and straightened up. The man turned his back and began collecting items off of a small hall table. Lanna took this opportunity to try the restraints once more. The metal clinked as she moved. The skimask-man crossed his arms and looked over his shoulder, leaning back slightly as he did. The gesture looked almost playful, Lanna thought.

He produced a set of keys, a baby pink satin leash, and a pair of large white padded mittens from the table. He held them up for Lanna to see before kneeling down next to the cage. It was chilly inside the air conditioning compared to the heat of the van with all of those men around. Lanna could feel the sensation of her nipples becoming hard, and goosebumps forming on her exposed chest. The man seemed to notice this, and ran his fingers gently down from her neck, between her breasts, and over her ribs. Her flesh quivered under his caress, the sensation nearly a tickle, but not. Lanna turned her body away as well as she could, shifting her shoulders.

He grabbed her wrist closest to him and unlocked the mini padlock which secured the cuff to the cage. Lanna struggled to free her wrist from his hands now that her wrist was no longer attached to the bars, but the man responded by tightening his grip, now vice-like. She let out a small yelp and the man looked at her dead on for a moment, not loosening his grip.

He undid the buckle on the cuff and let it fall to the ground inside the cage. He then grabbed one of the padded mittens and slid it over Lanna's hand, securing it in place with the padlock. The man released his grip, moved the keys, leash, and remaining mitten to the floor of the cage, and leaned fully over Lanna to reach her other wrist. Defiantly, she shoved him hard straight in the chest, causing him to hit his back against the short wire wall framing the top of the cage door. Quickly, he grabbed Lanna's arm and pinned it under his knee, purposefully placing a majority of his weight on it. Lanna could feel the blood pumping in her forearm, losing circulation under the pressure. 

The man in the mask continued his work. He unhooked the chains on the collar and connected the leash. He grasped Lanna's other wrist, far too tightly once again, and removed the remaining cuff, replacing it with the mitten. He then took the keys to the outside of the cage and undid the locks connecting her ankles to the bars. 

The man stood at the foot of the cage, arms crossed. When Lanna looked at him, the man pointed to the ground at his feet. Lanna understood that he intended for her to crawl out of the cage to him, now that she was no longer bound in place. 

But Lanna would do no such thing. Realizing that the man would not be able to easily force her out of the kennel, Lanna extended her arms and legs against the sides of the cage and attempted to make it impossible to remove her. She ignored the jabbing in her feet from the spiked insoles of the slippers and stared at her kidnapper with a defiant look.

"Your move," she thought. 

His move indeed. The skimasked-man worked his way around the bottom edge of the kennel pushing and pulling on the walls with a clanging of metal. What was he doing? His behavior was perplexing, but he had clearly planned for this exact scenario. Before standing up straight, he gave a finger gun, clicking his tongue. Lanna scoffed at the gesture. How could this man, this kidnapper, take this all so lightly! Goofing around, while he was holding her captive, naked, diapered, and gagged in an unfamiliar place. Everything felt so surreal. It was a terrifying situation, but these moments of levity made everything feel less lethal at the very least. 

The man straightened from his crouch and curled the fingers of both of his gloved hands through the wire top of the cage. With one quick motion, he pulled the entire assembly off of the base and tossed it off to the side with a crash. He put his fist on his hip and lifted his chin, tilting his head slightly to one side, seemingly admiring his work. The man looked very proud of himself. 

Lanna was left lying there, helpless and exposed. She felt so vulnerable. Her eyes started to burn with restrained tears. Feeling a sense of urgency, Lanna got to her feet, hoping to run. On her first step, her foot came down hard on the spikes inside her booties and she cried out in pain. Lanna fell to her hands and knees, unable to stand with the spikes jabbing into the soles of her feet. The skimask-man stepped on the small of her back, pushing her flat to the ground. The man kept his foot there, pinning her down as he reached for the leash. He turned her collar so that the D ring was towards him and pulled, craning Lanna's neck into an uncomfortable position. She tried to push off the ground, but he pressed his boot harder into her back and gave a tug on the leash.

Humiliated and defeated, Lanna began to weep. After a moment, the tension on the leash was released and Lanna buried her face in her arms. Once it was apparent that she wasn't going to try to bolt again, the man removed his foot from her back and sat down next to her on the ground. Lanna curled herself up, her back to him, wishing that she could become so small that she disappeared from this place. She could feel his eyes on her. 

It was a roller-coaster of emotions and Lanna was starting to feel exhausted from all of the ups and downs. When her crying slowed, the man tried to pick her up. He reached beneath her armpits and managed to lift her slightly. 

"Don't touch me!" The words came out muffled behind the pacifier gag, barely understandable. He ignored her protest. The masked man continued to try to pick Lanna up. He couldn't keep his grip on her through her pushing and struggling, and she fell back to the ground. 

Lanna could feel that he was irritated as he straightened up and pulled the leash taut once again. He slid his foot beneath her bottom, and lifted with a  sudden jerk, forcing her to her hands and knees. A slight whining moan escaped her lips. The sudden pressure on her diaper was unexpected. His foot pressed the soft, thick fluff against her clit as it slid back and forth against her crotch. 

The rubbing stopped. Lanna did not move. She didn't want to go anywhere. She didn't want to do anything to appease this man. Every time she tried to protest, he bested her and it always resulted in a worse situation. Torn and unsure of what to do next, Lanna was frozen with fear.

Suddenly there was a swift, hard thud to Lanna's padded behind. The man had given her a kick in her thickly diapered bottom. Even though there was quite a bit of force behind it, the kick didn't hurt Lanna. Instead, the force caused a surprised "Hmphh!" to slip out as Lanna's elbows buckled and her face landed against the cold hardwood floor. Another, harder kick followed the first, accompanied by a slight tug on the leash. Lanna realized, since she wasn't allowing him to carry her, he was going to force her to crawl where he wanted.

Lanna straightened her elbows and began to crawl slowly past a staircase and towards a big open area. To the left was a silver velvet sofa set, with a glass coffee table and a huge wall mounted tv. On either side of the TV were picture windows which were draped over with fine organza curtains. The light filtered in pleasantly, but there was no view outside through the sheer vail. To the right was a kitchen with huge stainless steel appliances, shimmering white granite counter tops, and an island surrounded by clear barstools with copper pots and pans dangling over top. 

Lanna was led over to the kitchen island, receiving a few more light kicks to her bottom along the way. The stone floor was cold against her knees. Once she reached the island, the man pulled sharply up on the leash, causing Lanna to rise from a crawl to a kneel. Lanna choked with the sudden force against her windpipe.

The masked man reached into his pocket, procuring something, and then felt beneath the lip of the counter. There was an eye ring screwed into the granite, Lanna noticed. Once he found it with his fingers, he clipped a short chain to it, with clasps on either end. The man slipped his hand beneath Lanna's collar and pulled her towards the ring, clipping the collar in place as well. He released hold of the leash and left Lanna kneeling there. There was not enough length of chain to allow her to sit. 

The man walked around the other side of the island and out of view, going about his business retrieving items from the cabinets and fridge for Lanna. He removed his gloves and set them down on the island along with a pill bottle and a baby bottle. He walked around behind her. 

Before Lanna could turn to face him, the masked man crouched behind her. He wrapped his arm around her and grabbed her by the throat, pressing his thumb and forefinger under her jaw bone. The man slipped his other hand down the back of her diaper. Lanna tried her best to protest, bringing her mitten clad hands up to her throat in an attempt to remove his grip, but it was to no avail. The man slid his fingers inside her asshole and pushed in as deeply as he could. His fingers were lubricated and slid inside of her smoothly and easily. 

Lanna moaned, a muffled, surprised moan. It was the sound of pleasure and fear all muddled together. The man pulled his hand from her diaper and reached behind him. Lanna tried to look over her shoulder to see what he was reaching for, but the man slid his hand up her jawbone and pressed his fingers into her cheeks to keep Lanna facing forward. Twice more, he slid his hand down the back of her diaper and pushed his fingers up deep inside her bottom. He must be putting something inside of her, Lanna realized. A pill of some kind? Her stomach cramped, causing her to squeeze her asshole tight, even though his fingers were still inside of her. The man must have felt this, as he began wiggling his fingers inside of her while pushing ever deeper.

Just as Lanna started to pant, and her head became fuzzy, the man removed his fingers and released her neck. She heard the rattle of the pill bottle as he grabbed it off of the floor. The man dropped the bottle on the counter in front of Lanna, and went to wash his hands.

While he wasn't looking, Lanna craned her neck to see above the lip of the counter. She could just barely see the container that the man had set down. The bottle read 'glycerin suppositories' in blocky letters.

"Oh my goodness" Lanna thought, "he's going to make me use the diaper for that?!" Another stronger cramp ran through Lanna's body and she whimpered from the discomfort. The masked man looked over his shoulder, sunglasses glinting as he moved. Lanna ducked back below the counter to avoid his gaze. He was waiting for her to lose control to the overwhelming waves through her abdomen, knowing what she would be forced to do because of him.

Lanna decided that she would not give into the discomfort, at least for as long as he was nearby. She would not give him that satisfaction. After all, it had been early afternoon when she was whisked away from the cafe. She wasn't sure of the time, but knew that it must be nearing night now. The sun wouldn't set until around eight o'clock, she figured. So perhaps it was now around 6 or so?

The sound of the faucet ceased. The man plucked the oversized baby bottle off of the counter and set it down beside Lanna so that he could use both hands to undo the pacifier gag strapped around her head. Lanna swatted away the bottle indignantly as he worked the buckle. Knowing that as soon as the pacifier was out of her mouth, the man would force her to suck on the baby bottle, Lanna tried to pull her head away from his hands. It was to no avail. The man had a good hold on her via the strap of the gag. The masked man simply ignored this acting out, and finished his task. Once the gag was unbuckled, the man tried to take the gag from Lanna's mouth. She bit down hard on the nipple. He didn't pull the gag away, or try to tug it from her mouth. He just stood there, holding the end of the strap and waiting. He was being very patient, knowing that he had the upper hand.

Another cramp struck, causing Lanna to shift focus from holding on to the pacifer, to stopping herself from filling her diaper right in front of him. Lanna grabbed her stomach and tried to supress a moan. Seizing the opportunity, the man slid the pacifier out from between her lips. Although the discomfort in her bowels subsided slightly, it was still present. Lanna wasn't sure how many more waves of this her body could handle before it betrayed her. 

The man leaned over Lanna, who inched closer to the counter in order to stay as far away from him as she could. She could feel the warmth from his body in contrast to the cool air as he hovered over her. He placed the pacifier gag on the island and leaned down, brushing her shoulder as he did so. There was an almost electric sensation from his touch that surprised Lanna. She quickly brushed off the feeling, and continued to try to avoid his touch. 

The man picked up the bottle, and the loop of the leash, and then unclipped the d ring on the collar from the chain under the counter. Once again, Lanna's leash was tugged, and the masked man began to walk towards the hall. Rather than focusing on trying to hold her ground, Lanna's full attention was diverted to fighting the grumbling in her stomach. Lanna crawled, this time obediently, to where she was being lead. No more had she moved than a couple of feet, before wave after wave of agony tore through her body. She could no longer suppress the pressure, as another powerful cramp forced it's way through her abdomen.

"No!" Lanna whimpered as she began to feel the warm mush of her mess slide between her cheeks and fill the space inside of her diaper. She tried to hold it in, still on hands and knees, and briefly accomplished this feat, before the discomfort in her bowels overcame her willpower and she filled her diaper  further with a loud and forceful eruption. The man snickered and turned towards her at the noise. 

Lanna could feel the weight of her diaper sagging as more and more evacuated from her bottom. She was acutely aware of the man watching as she humiliated herself, but there was nothing in her power that could prevent the complete emptying of her bowels into the diaper. Lanna groaned as the final wave of pressure released its grip on her. With one final push, Lanna's diaper was visibly sagging and distended from her bottom, with a sizeable patch of brown showing through the white of her full diaper. 

Tears started to well in Lanna's eyes from the embarrassment. She wasn't sure what to do. She knew if she moved, that the warm, squishy mess would surely press even more against her bottom. Lanna was frozen in place with the man staring at her delightedly through his sunglasses.

After a moment, he dropped the leash and came around behind Lanna. She quickly tried to stand, so as to move away now that man was coming towards her, but she stumbled and fell to her bottom with a wet squelch. The force of her fall spread the mess, causing it to migrate to any available space in her loaded, dirty, sagging diaper. She could feel it squish into the crevaces of her body, warm against her vagina. There was an indescribable sensation from the mess being pressed against her skin that caused Lanna to let out a little moan at the feeling. She started to feel her cheeks grow hot with embarrassment.