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The Writer
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BabyStar [Mature Content]
After the discussion about child pornography on the internet, this story idea came to me. I was hesitant to write it at first because I didn't want to cross a line that made the story viewable as pornography itself. I blogged about it, and from the comments I received I think that I can write about a boy being pulled into a pornography ring without making it pornography itself.
This first installment is the exposition, which explains what is going to happen, so you'll be able to judge if you think this is a good idea for a story. If at any point you think that this story goes too far, even for a mature story, let me know, and I will change it. Also, I know that it will draw parallels to the story "Kidnapped," which was posted on this site, but I want to make it clear that while there are some similarities (such as, well, a kidnapping), it will not be the same thing- hopefully the only thing the two stories have in common is the positive reception "Kidnapped" received from the community. That's my intro. Here's the story. I do hope you like it! Chapter 1 Skylar sat in the passenger seat of the red minivan as it traveled down the suburban road. "We should be there in a few minutes," the driver, Ms. Rosen, told him, flashing a smile. "Great," Skylar said. "We're going to have such a fun few days together!" Ms. Rosen said giddily. "Yeah, I'm looking forward to it." Skylar was being half-truthful. He barely knew Ms. Rosen- she was a friend of his mother, who had met her at yoga or cardio or something like that a few months prior. Apparently they had become friends quickly, because when Skylar's parents won a trip for two to the Bahamas for five days, Ms. Rosen offered to take care of Skylar, who, being thirteen, was not old enough to stay home alone. Skylar's mom accepted the offer, and Skylar, who really didn't want to spend nearly a week alone at home, was okay with it. Besides, Ms. Rosen said that she worked with computers and technology, and Skylar wondered if she'd have any cool video games to play. "So, your parents sure are lucky to have won that vacation!" Ms. Rosen said. "But not as lucky as we're gonna be." She winked at Skylar. Skylar laughed. "If you say so." "Hey Skylar," Ms. Rosen said. "You, uh, sound a bit stuffed-up. Are you fighting a cold?" "No," Skylar said, "might be allergies though. I need to get tested for them." "Well, you've got, as the kids say, a booger in your nose," Ms. Rosen laughed. Skylar blushed, embarrassed. "I have some moist clothes in the glove compartment, if you want to blow your nose." “Thanks.” Skylar opened the glove compartment and saw a plastic white container. He opened it, pulled a moist wipe from it and put the wipe to his nose. A strange scent filled his nostrils before his eyes involuntarily closed and he blacked out. *** His head was spinning when Skylar opened his eyes. "Well, looks like the baby-star is awake," came Ms. Rosen's voice, which seemed simultaneously both far away and close. Skylar's vision was blurry, and he realized that he was lying down. He tried to sit up, but could only get his chest up a few inches. A splash of cold water hit his face and his senses came-to. He jolted up, but felt his legs and arms were restrained. He strained his neck and looked around. He was lying on a mattress on a bed, his hands and feet both tied to the bedposts. He wasn't wearing his clothes, either, or any clothes for that matter, save for what looked and felt like a thick pair of underwear. Skylar sat up as high as he could and saw that the underwear had a plastic-like look on it, and was covered in childish prints. "Is this a diaper?" he asked aloud. "Yes it is." Skylar turned his head and saw Ms. Rosen standing over him. "Is it comfortable? I hope it is, because it will be your full attire for the next few days." Her tone was strict and cold, unlike her demeanor in the van. Skylar smiled. "Okay, very funny, my mom told you I wet the bed when I was a kid, right? I get it. Now can you please untie me?" Ms. Rosen shook her head. "I don't think so, Skylar." The indifference in her voice made Skylar wince. "Look, this is getting kind of weird," he said. "I don't like being tied up or wearing a diaper." He pulled on the restraints, but it did nothing. "That's too bad," Ms. Rosen said. She held up a digital video camera. "Because there are a few thousand people out there who love it right now." "Eww, okay, stop!" Skylar said. "I know you think this is funny, but it's really creepy." Ms. Rosen shrugged. "So be it. Your naivety is clearly not letting you see what is going on." She moved the camera up and down his figure, starting at his dirty-blonde hair and going down the pale-white skin of his rather-skinny body. "What's going on?" Skylar asked, fright now setting in. Even if this was a joke, it wasn't right. Ms. Rosen was in her thirties, and he was a pre-teen boy. "In addition to this digital camera, there are 75 other video cameras in this house," Ms. Rosen said. "Several in every room. They are capturing everything that goes on in this house and streaming it live on a very, very expensive pay-to-view website." She zoomed the camera on Skylar's face. "Those cameras are there to watch one thing, and only one thing- you." "Me?" Skylar asked. "Why?" Ms. Rosen grinned. "Because there are some people out there- some perverted, disgusting, but well-off people- who want to see a cute thirteen year-old boy endure pain, discomfort and humiliation as he is treated like a baby for five days. Surprise surprise, that thirteen year-old boy is you." Skylar's breathing quickened while his heart raced. "You... you kidnapped me," he said in a choked voice. "That's one way to put it. I see myself as providing a service for my clientele. They are willing to pay a lot of money to see this, Skylar." Tears began to fill Skylar's eyes. "So what are you... going to do to me? Make me lie here for five days in a diaper?" "Of course not," Ms. Rosen said. "I'll untie you in a minute. Then you'll be free to roam this house, which, in addition to being in the middle of nowhere, has a steel structure, barred- and bullet-proof fogged windows, locked metal doors and, as I said before, cameras everywhere. You can't escape from here. But here's what you can, and will, do: you will act like a baby, doing everything I tell you to do. You will eat baby food, watch baby TV shows and movies, sleep in a crib, wear and use your diapers for their purpose... the list goes on." "No," Skylar said, his voice coming out in a near-wimper. "I'm not going to do that. That's disgusting and really creepy and... I'm not going to do it!" "Well then," Ms. Rosen said, moving her face towards his, "if you choose not to obey me, you will be punished. And believe me, the people watching want to see you punished, because of the sick and frightening ideas for discipline that they have come up with. Skylar, I would like nothing better than to make you endure these punishments, so do not test me." Skylar said nothing, but twisted his lower body. The diaper was already feeling uncomfortable. "Yes, that ultra-ultra- thick diaper may take a bit of getting used to," Ms. Rosen said. She reached down and pulled up what looked like a plastic sheet. "Hold still." She slide the sheet under Skylar's diaper, then pulled part of it to the top. Skylar felt pressure on his waist and heard a clicking sound. "These diapers can hold incredible amounts of bodily waste, which is good, because you will be using it a lot. And just to keep you from taking it off, I put some locking plastic pants over it, so you can't even touch it." "No," Skylar wimpered. The situation was beginning to fully hit him. "No, please, let me go," he moaned as tears fell from his eyes. "Please let me go!" Ms. Rosen smiled. "Looks like baby's not happy. I'll get you a nice big bottle to drink, then we'll take a tour of the house, okay?" She left the room, and Skylar again pulled on the restraints as he began to cry harder and harder. |
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20-10-2008
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Bear Down, Chicago Bears!
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I don't see it a whole lot different than the Kidnapped story, which was gripping for the reason that you wanted so bad for the kids to escape. If that element ends up in this story, and it doesn't turn into pornography or isn't too graphic, I think it's fine. As it is right now, it's well written and I don't mind it continuing. You don't have to read as woof said...
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25-10-2008
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27-10-2008
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The Writer
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Alright, here's the second chapter. It's basically just exposition of the situation... the third chapter will really form what the story is going to be about. Again, your comments are appreciated.
Ms. Rosen re-entered the room a few minutes after leaving. She held a large baby bottle full of milk in front of Skylar. "Is baby thirsty?" he asked in a childish voice. Skylar was, admittedly, parched. The crying had dried his throat out, and he couldn't remember the last time he had drank anything. Still, he said nothing. "Well then, I'm going to untied you, and then you can have a nice big bottle, and then you can go on a tour of your new house!" Ms. Rosen said with mock-happiness. Skylar's mood elevated when he heard that she was about to untie him. He had taken some self-defense lessons as a kid- lessons that were supposed to help him prevent this sort of thing- and he was ready to use them. If he could knock Ms. Rosen down and tie her up, maybe he could get out of the house. Ms. Rosen untied the binds on Skylar's feet, then on his hands. Skylar was now free. He adjusted himself on the bed. "Now, time for your bottle," Ms. Rosen said, handing the drink to him. Skylar hit the bottle away and lunged at her, throwing punches at her head. He didn't even get close. In a split-second Ms. Rosen grabbed him and flipped him over, onto the floor. Skylar screamed in pain as his body hit the wood with a loud thud. Ms. Rosen pressed her hand against his chest, keeping him down. "Let me make one thing clear," she said through gritted teeth. "I have been in the Army, taught Karate and I run marathons to get my heart-rate up. You are not going to overpower me, and you will not beat me in a fight." She grabbed the bottle off the ground and put it in front of his face. "Now, what you just did is what will get you punished. Fortunately, I was expecting you to be uncooperative, so I already brought your punishment." She motioned to a table next to the bed. A second bottle, also filled with milk, sat on it. "You will now drink two bottles instead of one. A very mild punishment- if your bad behaviour continues, your punishments will get far, far worse than this." She dropped the bottle in her hand onto him. "Drink it up, right now." She stepped back from Skylar, who, terrified, sat up and grabbed the bottle. He put it in his mouth and began to suck on it. It was kind of like drinking a bottle of Coke, but with more effort required. The warm milk tasted good, almost sweet, and had a comforting effect. He finished the bottle quickly. "Good work, baby," Ms. Rosen said, her voice now back to that of a mother talking to her newborn. She handed the second bottle to him. He put it in his mouth, but immediately spit it out. The milk was cold and tasted awful. "Oh, did baby expect his punishment bottle to taste as good?" Ms. Rosen asked. "No, baby's getting a special bottle for his punishment, and he better drink it right now unless he wants a worse punishment." Skylar understood, and put the bottle back in his mouth. He sucked back the milk, afraid of what would happen if he stopped. Once he was finished, he took the bottle out of his mouth and nearly gagged. His entire mouth felt disgusting. "Good baby!" Ms. Rosen said. "We'll add that to the bottle count." "Bottle count?" Skylar repeated aloud. Ms. Rosen laughed. "Oh Skylar, there is so much you need to see." She pointed at the wall, where a flat-screen TV stood. The picture on the screen looked like a 24-hour news show- there were various boxes with different pictures and text, some of them moving, some not. "Let me explain it to you. That large box, in the middle, as you can see, is you, as observed from the camera in the TV. Next to that is your punishment level, which is at Level 1. Let's hope it doesn't advance. Below that is your current age, which we will set later. On the other side of the screen are the vital statistics- how many bottles you've drank, how many jars of baby food you've consumed, and how many diapers you've gone through. Let me assure you right now that two of those numbers will be very high, while the other, not so much. Below that box is the poll, which we'll deal with in a second. Finally, on the bottom of the screen are the comments from all the people watching. Let's see, diaperluvr345 just typed 'way 2 take the baby down wen he ataked u!'." She chuckled to herself. "This is the same screen that all those who access my exclusive website will see, though they can choose from all 75 cameras in the house to view, and also get to partake in the polls, which will help me determine what happens to you. Let me give you a demonstration." She pulled a Blackberry-like device from her pocket and typed on it. "There we go." In the poll box on the screen appeared the question: "Should BabyStar walk or crawl for the tour?" Immediately numbers began to appear next to the two choices, with the "Walk" option getting three votes, and the "Crawl" climbing past 60 in seconds. "That decides it," Ms. Rosen said. "Follow me through the house, crawling." She walked to the door and opened it. "Let's go." Skylar got on his hands and knees and crawled to her. The hard wooden floor hurt his knees with each stride, but he dared not defy Ms. Rosen. Skylar was led into a carpeted hallway, and Ms. Rosen closed the door to the room. "I doubt we'll be using that one again," she said. "Why don't I take you to your new bedroom?" She walked down the hallway to one of the doorways. Skylar crawled after her, grateful for the carpet against his knees. Ms. Rosen opened the door and led Skylar into the room. Though he was half-expecting, and definitely hoping, that it would be a normal room, with a large bed and a dresser and posters of Jessica Alba and Transformers on the walls, he still wasn't shocked when he crawled into a baby's nursery. The walls and carpet were baby blue, and there was everything a baby needed, except bigger- a large white crib that had a top on it as well, making it look more like a cage; a changing table with a stack of big diapers on it; a playpen with six-foot-high sides; a wooden rocking chair; a white dresser with several drawers and a stereo on top; and a bookshelf with a bunch of thin paperback books in it, which Skylar assumed were baby books. "Sure is a nice room, isn't it?" Ms. Rosen said. "I hope you think it is, because you'll be in it every night. Let's continue the tour." She led Skylar out of the room and down the hall, passing a few closed doors. "These doors are for myself. You know, my bedroom, my bathroom, because I'm not a baby who wears diapers... speaking of which, have you used yours yet?" "No," Skylar said. He wasn't looking forward to having to. "You will. You just drank a third of a gallon of milk." Ms. Rosen stopped at a flight of stairs that led down, bringing Skylar to the realization that he was currently on the second floor of the house. "Be careful crawling down the stairs." She walked down, while Skylar cautiously crawled. He reached the bottom safely, though his hands and knees were itching from the rug burn already. Straight ahead of him was a metal door. "This door leads outside, and is locked, bolted and impossible to open unless you are me," Ms. Rosen said. She pointed to a nearby window, from which dying sunlight was pouring through. "The glass is fogged, meaning everything you see through it is blurry. Not that anyone would be around here, but just to be safe. It's also unbreakable. And even though you cannot escape from this house, you will be severely, severely punished if you try. Follow me." She walked out of the foyer and into the kitchen. Skylar crawled after her and found himself on clean, white tile flooring. It was a standard kitchen, with a sink, many cupboards, a large, stainless-steel refrigerator and a table in the middle. Set against the table were three chairs and a large highchair. Skylar knew which one of them this crazy woman would be making him sit in. Ms. Rosen walked over to the fridge and opened it for Skylar to see. It was filled with nothing but gallons of milk. "Hope you're thirsty, baby," she said. She closed the fridge door and opened up a few of the cupboards. Skylar saw nothing but dozens and dozens of jars of baby food, canisters of some sort of forumla, and a few packages which he did not recognize. "You, of course, cannot eat big-boy food," Ms. Rosen said. "Fortunately I have enough baby food to last you a few months. Hopefully by then you'll get used to it." She walked across the kitchen and opened another cupboard, revealing baby bottles, sippy cups, tiny spoons and bibs. "Oh, I just know our mealtimes are going to be fun! Anyway, let's continue the tour!" She walked out of the kitchen and Skylar followed her into the living room. In it was another playpen, again with six-foot-high walls, a leather couch, a big-screen TV, a coffee table and surround-sound speakers. "One more room to go!" Ms. Rosen said. She walked across the living room into an adjacent one. Skylar crawled into the room and saw that it was filled with toys and books, a third towering playpen, and as well, hanging from the ceiling, a large version of a baby bouncer- the kind that babies half-sat, half-stood in and were then bounced around, their feet barely able to touch the ground. "This is the play room! You'll be spending a lot of time in here," Ms. Rosen said. She walked out of a second doorway in the room and into a hallway that Skylar, crawling after her, saw led back to the foyer. In front of him, and beside him, were two metal doors. "This door here," Ms. Rosen said, pointing to the door in front of the boy, "leads to the basement. That is where very bad babies go. You do not want to go there. But this other door, next to you, leads outside, to the backyard. Again, it is impenetrable. Don't even try." She smiled. "Anyway, that concludes our tour. It must have been tiring for baby to crawl around so much. Let's get you some din-din." "Really?" Skylar asked, speaking for the first time in a while. "What time is it?" "Time is of no importance to babies," Ms. Rosen said. "You will eat, sleep and play when I say so. You are a baby, you have no choice in what happens to you." She pointed up at the ceiling. "But they do." Skylar looked up and saw, in the corner of the ceiling, a small webcam. "There are several in each room, they shouldn't be hard to spot," Ms. Rosen said. "They are always on and always being watched by hundreds of my clients." Skylar sat up and waved his hands at the camera. "Help me!" he shouted. "Please, someone help me! She's kidnapped me!" Ms. Rosen just laughed. "Everyone watching you wants to see you like this, Skylar. No one out there is going to help you. They don't care for you- they only care for what you do and the way you are treated. Now, crawl into the kitchen, and I'll feed you." Her words, even though he probably knew it already, stung Skylar. He felt tears forming in his eyes again, and he wiped them away as he crawled past Ms. Rosen. "They don't even care about your name," Ms. Rosen said, clearly trying to add to Skylar's anguish. "To them, you are not Skylar. You are their thirteen-year-old BabyStar." |
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