Story: Captured and Enraptured Pt. 2

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.