Story: Captured and Enraptured Pt. 5

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.