《Forced to become someone else's fantasy》Chapter 4: no control
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While Joon left to get something, David was busy with looking through the dresser for in God's name what. I stopped struggling, knowing by now that it wouldn't work. Now I was looking around me for something to get me out of these restrains.
I found nothing. I panicked, I didn't like waiting for what's to come. The only thing I could think about was how I didn't like this situation and that I needed to get out of here.
The entrance of Joon in the room snapped me out of my thoughts. He held something in his hand but I couldn't see what is was. They were whispering to each other and walked up to me. I hated that I didn't know what was going on.
"Now Fleur it's very important for you to keep still," David said. He held my right arm so I couldn't move it. I tried to struggle to get out of his grip but it didn't work. Help.
"Get your hands of me!" I yelled. It didn't work they kept doing with whatever they were doing. Then I saw Joon holding my arm as well with his hand through the bars. I didn't understand why they wanted my right arm to keep still. Then I saw it and it made me shiver from fear.
"NO! Keep that thing away from me!" Joon was holding a syringe with god's knows what in it.
"Fleur calm down, it's just a muscle relaxer you will only feel a pinch and then it's done," Joon spoke softly to me. But it didn't help me to calm down. How did they got a hold on these things. These things are not being sold right in the open. How crazy are these people?
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Their grip was firm and I couldn't keep my arm away from them and before I knew it Joon injected the syringe in my arm. Tears were now streaming down my face. I felt violated. I hated them. They controlled me now, not only where I was but now also my movements.
"Ssh, it's oke little one, you're oke," Joon tried to sooth me with his words, it didn't help. I felt how it became more and more difficult to move my body around and with that only more tears appeared.
While Joon tried to keep me calm David unlocked the cuffs and then picked me up. By then my whole body was limp. He even had to put my head on this shoulder so it wouldn't dangle. I even had no control over my head! I felt utterly helpless.
David laid me down on a dresser which had a sort of mat on it. When he had made sure I wouldn't fall of he started to undress me. That was it for me, I completely broke down.
"Stop! No! STOP! I don't want this! Please stop!" I screamed and cried. I tried to stop him with my hands but I could barely move them. I became even more frustrated and sad then I already was. This wasn't right. David tried again to calm me down but failed. He didn't stop though. Right now I was only in my undergarments left and he started to remove them too. My breathing picked up, I panicked.
"Sweetie calm down. Like Joon and I said we won't hurt you, relax." And with that I was now completely naked. I closed my eyes and just cried. I felt helpless and violated and I couldn't do a single thing about it.
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David put then my legs up and cleaned me down there. Before I could voice out my thoughts he again said that he wouldn't hurt me and with that he put my legs down. Then I was lifted up a bit by my hips and something slipped under me. While I was busy with thinking what it could be, I felt something snug around my private parts and then it hit me. David had put a diaper on me. My face paled. These men were taking the ddlg lifestyle to a whole other level.
"I-I don't need a diaper," I tried to say as stern as I could but the crying didn't really help.
"Oh little flower, of course you need a diaper. Those muscles down there won't help you to hold it up to go potty." I didn't even think of that, that stupid syringe was now even worse then before. A couple of more tears were rolling down my face while David grabbed me some clothes, no not some clothes, but baby clothes. He held a white romper with pink hearts on it. He had put it on me together with some white socks. I thought he was done but no. He put light pink mittens on my hand. Mittens! Why would you put those even on my hands when I can't even move them.
He picked me up, put my head on his shoulder and with that he left the room.
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