Author: FD
Title: The Corruption of a Minor
Summary: A young teen boy experiences the joys of
         sissification and transformation when he 
         encounters a domineering mother and her 
         sweet toddler girl.
Keywords: Bg, Fb, Fg, teen, toddler, diapers, ws, 
scat, humiliation, bdsm & transformation.



The Corruption of a Minor

by FD



Chapter 4: My Mistress, My Mother and Me.



   The humiliation and raping of Chrissy's ass had been very exciting, the
cleaning not so much.  Of course, it's the same difference between be
playing with your toys and have to tidy up afterwards.

   In my young mind, I started to understand that Chrissy was My Mistress'
toy.  She had no rights, except the right to be used fairly.  There was a
'no break' rule, but only because My Mistress wished so.

   We needed the better part of half an hour, to clean all the mess.  First
My Mistress cleaned me with the hose, and later I helped Her to clean all
the poop from Chrissy's little body.  Once Chrissy, myself and the bathroom
were free of shit, I looked at My Mistress while Chrissy were sat in the
floor with the same lifeless gaze.

   "Ok," My Mistress told me while pointing at the toddler.  "Her brain has
shut off to be able to endure your abuse." "I'm sorry, Mistress." "Don't
worry.  You didn't break anything." She said playing it down with a
gesture. "She only needs a relaxing bath."

   And with that words, My Mistress got ready the hot tub.

   It didn't take long until the bubbles started exploding in the surface.

   "Ok.  Go inside."

   Following My Mistress order, I entered in the tub and laid down, with
all my body submerged in the water except my head.

   It was my first time in this type of bath, so I closed my eyes and
enjoyed the tickling feeling of the bubbles breaking against my body.

   The voice of My Mistress forced me to open my eyes.

   "Grab her," She ordered while passing Chrissy's limp body to me.

   I caught her little body and laid her over my chest, resting her sexy
crotch onto my, once again, hard dick.

   "Take care of her.  I'll return soon."

   After the door had been closed, I returned my attention to the sexy sex
toy in my arms.

   Chrissy continued in la la land, with her head resting in my left
shoulder and her body below the neck, covered by the bubbly water.

   I lowered my left hand, caressing her smooth skin, until it reached her
wet pussy.  There, I grabbed her clitoris between my thumb and my
forefinger and, while hugging her body with my right arm and nibbling her
right earlove, I rubbed it.

   My ministrations helped to the little sex toy to come back to live with
a shudder and a pleasant moan.

   "Welcome back," I greeted her while I continued rubbing her sex organ.

   She turned to look at me and, on seeing my lecherous smile, she relaxed
her body so I could use her anyway that I desired.

   "You have been trained very well," I told her while I grabbed her waist,
raised her weightless body and lowered it over my erected dick.

   I didn't move, so you could say that I was using Chrissy's body to
masturbate myself.

   Her little pussy was warm and tight, and her small body created little
waves when I moved it up and down in the water.  The toddler slut little
moans of pleasure, flled the room increasing my excitation, while my hard
dick filled her love cave.

   Of course, if I had been older, I would have broken appart her innards
with my erected dick.  Fortunately, it was small enough to fill her tight
toddler vagina and hit, sometimes, her cervix.

   Soon enough, I reached a climax and shot my warm cum inside her little
body.  Chrissy accepted my seed with a lecherous moan, that showed that she
had reached an orgasm too.

   Wore out, I leant back in the tub while Chrissy rested her body over my
chest, with my flabby member still inside her.

   It would be a lie if I said that I didn't enjoy fucking her.  But,
sincerely, I prefered raping her asshole.

   The initial resistance to be penetrated, the sudden break in, using her
shit as lubricant, and her warm bowels hugging my dick tightlu; made for a
far superior experience, with her cries of pain and bleeding being the
icing in the cake.

   Our rest finished when Our Mistress came back.

   "Ok!  Free time is over!" She said in a normal but imperative tone.

   I took my dick out of Chrissy, and I helped her to go out before leaving
the tub and standing there completely nake in front of Our Mistress.

   "So, you have raped her again.  What was this time?  Her pussy?" She
asked me half amused.

   I was going to deny it, when I realized that She must have seen me
unlocking myself from Chrissy's body and, more important, my cum was still
dripping from my member and my favorite sex toy glorious hole.

   "But you said that I could use her." I protested.  "Yes." She answered
me calmly.  "And now you are going to be punished."

   I didn't understand anything, but I didn't insist on it because I had
already learnt not to discuss with My Mistress.

   Now, I can tell that My Mistress had planed to 'punish' me from the
beginning.  I could have done anything, that the outcome had been the same.

   We grabbed the diapers that Our Mistress had brought, and used them to
dry ourselves and clean the rest of my milk.

   When Chrissy finished, she returned her half wet diaper to Our Mistress,
who laid her down in the warm floor and quickly diapered her.  I was going
to do the same, but She stopped me.

   "No.  Keep it." She told me.  "You'll be diapered after your session in
the Dungeon."

   I nodded without knowing what a dungeon could be, but I caught Chrissy
smiling at me mockingly, while her body shivered a little.

   Unknown to me, I was going to receive my first session of BDSM.

   We followed Our Mistress to a locked door, that was opened to reveal a
room designed for pleasure and pain.

   Usually, people reckons that a dungeon has to be built in a wet, dark,
stone walled basement.  But a dungeon could be any room in a normal flat,
with slight modifications.

   In My Mistress' dungeon, that modifications were one-sided windows,
sound-proof walls and nothing more.  Similarly to the bathroom, the floor
and walls were covered with white tiles, it had underfloor heating, led
lamps, a gathered up hose and the floor had a little slope towards a huge
drainage.

   About the equipment, well, I am not going to describe all of it, but if
you can picture something, the chances are that My Mistress' Dungeon had
it.

   There were chains hanging from pulleys fixed in the ceiling and even an
iron maiden in a corner.

   I stopped in the door a little terrorized.  It reminded me of a terror
film but, unlike a film, this room was real.

   I continued looking around, when the stupid sex toy shoved me.

   A toddler hasn't enough strength to move me, but it took me by surprise
and I stumbled and fell to the floor in front of Our Mistress.

   "Excellent," She commented when I tried to stand up.  "You're already in
the proper position.  Don't move!"

   I lowered my head and remained there, waiting to Our Mistress orders.

   It was very humiliating laid in the floor face down completely nake,
while hearing the stupid sex toy litting laugh.

   Our Mistress' steps were my only warning, before She raised my head and
inserted a hard rubber ball in my mouth.

   It pushed my tongue down and forced me to keep my mouth painfully open,
while She fastened its strap tightly in the back of my head.  The next
thing were ear plugs that muffled every sound and, finally, a full latex
head mask, with only two small holes to breath, that blindfolded me.

   I hadn't feel more vulnerable in my whole life.  Only then I understood
clearly for the first time, that I was an slave just the same as Chrissy. I
didn't have any right, only the ones that Our Mistress wanted to give me. I
had fell in Her trap because my lust and my love for diapers; and nobody
could already free me.

   Meanwhile, Our Mistress had fastened four strong leather bracelets in my
ankles and wrists, and had secured them to four chains hanging from the
ceiling.

   Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realized what was happening, until I was
raised into the air and kept there during a few minutes, with my body
forming an 'X'.

   It was a wonderful feeling of weightlessness, as if I would be floating
in the space.  I just found myself enjoying it, when I felt a draught near
my crotch.

   Blind and deaf, with my taste and smell being useless, my sense of touch
had become extramely sensitive.  So much, that I could feel a small
draught.

   I was asking myself what it could be, when my balls turned into an
explosion of pain that spread all over my body.

   Completely defenseless and without being able to shout, my balls had
turned into improvised pinatas, that Chrissy had hit with a stick and all
her strength.

   If you think that a hit from a todller couldn't be so painful, I invite
you to try it yourself.

   The pain had started to diminish, when my most sensible spot was hit
wildly again.

   If the first time it had felt as an explosion, now it was a sun
radiating pain.

   Meanwhile, and without being conscious of it, my body started to pee to
try to relieve the pressure.

   I waited with fear the third strike, when, surprisingly, I was lowered a
little, and my battered balls received the soft caress of Chrissy's lips.

   After kissing them, she swallowed both, one by one, and sucked them
inside her little mouth, soothing a little my pain.  My coward dick, that
had retreated after the first hit, raised again longing for caress. 
Chrissy traveled all its length with her wet rough tongue, until arriving
to its head and sucking it as a sweet candy.

   When I felt that the pleasure started to reach the same level as the
pain, I was raised again and received two more hits.

   My balls pumped the pain all around my body, that had started to sweat
from the ordeal.

   This time the little sex toy went directly to my saggy dick, and she
sucked it until it started to growth inside her mouth.  Then she jerked it
off slowly, at the same time that she inserted the point of her tongue
between the folds of my skin, and danced around its head.  She retracted
the foreskin and inserted the glans in her mouth, sucking it and licking
its borders with her small tongue.

   I have never felt anything like it.  She worked with her tongue as an
artist, while the pain punctuated the pleasure.

   But Our Mistress didn't allow me to enjoy it much more, before raising
my body to be hit.

   This time I felt as if something had broken inside my testicles.  The
pain was so strong that I leant my head back and shrieked on pain; but only
a muffled whimper could be heard outside of the mask.

   I started feeling half dizzy and suffocated by the latex mask.  My hair
became completely compacted with my sweat, while big drops ran down my
face. My limbs were numb and I was only aware of the source of my pain and
pleasure.

   My memories became very confused from here.  I don't remember how much
more time passed.  I remember the pain mixed with pleasure, and being
raised and lowered time and time again.  I think that I peed myself one or
two more times and, finally, despite the pain, I came in Chrissy's sexy
mouth.

   That was the first time that I filled her three holes with my seed the
same day.

   Only then, I was lowered to the floor, unchained and left face up in a
puddle of my own pee.

   When Our Mistress took out my mask, gag and earplugs; my senses returned
with an overwhelming strength.

   The Dungeon soft lights hurt my eyes, the smallest noises were
deafening, and all the room seemed to spin around me.

   I needed to close my eyes and cover my ears, while my senses readjusted
themselves, slowly, to the external world.

   When I dared to face again the reality, I was greeted by Our Mistress'
words.

   "Welcome back, Amy.  I hope that you enjoyed your first session."

   The suggestion that I had to do it again, made me trembled a little.

   Indifferent to my reaction, Our Mistress continued:

   "Now, stand up to be cleaned."

   I obeyed her and, for the second time that afternoon, I was cleared with
a hose.

   It was under the stream of water, when I realized that Chrissy had
disappeared.

   A toddler is noisy enough that you don't need to see her to know that
she is there; but there wasn't any trace of her...  until I was ordered to
turn around.

   Chrissy had been chained from her arms to two shackles fixed to the
wall, keeping her body hanging a few inches over the floor.  Her head had
been covered with a pink latex mask that had a zipper and two breathing
holes.  Two small metal hooks forced her nostrils upwards, while the zipper
had been opened to insert a gag-ball in her mouth.  Her small nipples were
squeezed by two metal pincers with weights, while a third one hanged from
her clitoris.  Her pussy had been inserted in a width metal bar finished in
a cone; and two weights in her feet pushed her body down and the bar deeper
in her sex hole.

   Our Mistress finished cleaning me, while I tried to capture every detail
of the tortured toddler body with the approval of my hard dick.

   "Do you like it?" She asked when She gave me the same diaper that I had
used before.  "Yes, Mistress." I said while drying myself with it.  "It's
very hot, but why does she have a bar inserted in her pussy?" "I'm training
her, so her cunt could accept an erected adult penis without any risk a lot
sooner than it would be normal.  I'm training her ass too, of course." "I
see." I answered with a downcast tone of voice, that Our Mistress didn't
have any problem to detect.  "Is there any problem?" She teased me.  "Are
you worried about her well-being?  Perhaps you have fallen in love with her
after raping her holes wildly, cover her body with shit and pee over her?"

   I turned red on hearing Her words, and She smiled at my dyscomfort.

   Lost for words, Our Mistress used that time grabbed the semiwet diaper
from my hand and started putting it on me.  I remained motionless feeling
as it dried quickly, while being tightened to my body.

   "Mistress, am I going to be trained the same way?" I asked fearfully. 
"It's that I had realized that I am not more important or special than
Chrissy, right?  For your point of view I am an untrained sex toy." "I knew
that you were a clever girl; a egotistic, rapist, diaper lover, clever nepi
girl." Our Mistress stood up and patted my diapered bottom.  "So, what are
you going to do Amy?  Are you going to run away?  Are you going to talk
about all of this with your mother?  Perhaps report me to the authority?"

   Suddenly, it seemed that an oportunity to return to a normal life had
appeared.

   I looked at Our Mistress, clad in Her Dominatrix rubber corset; then I
looked at Chrissy whose body had slided down a little more and was shaking
in discomfort...  or perhaps in pleasure?

   I knew that I couldn't hope for clemency from Our Mistress.  If I didn't
run away, I would finished being treated as the little toddler: Another sex
toy.  The clever thing was to run away and avoid this house from this
moment.

   I looked again at Our Mistress body and I understood that I was lying to
myself.  I didn't have to take any decision.

   I went down on all my fours, lowered my head and said:

   "Please Mistress, allow this egotistic, rapist, diaper lover, shitty
nepi girl to serve You."

   She didn't say anything, but Her right foot appeared between my face and
the floor.

   "Could I clean My Mistress' foot with my filthy mouth to show You my
commitment?" "Yes, but if you do it, you are giving yourself to me for all
your live; do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress."

   And without hesitation, I kissed for the first time Our Mistress foot
and fingers.  I licked and sucked them clean.

   "Enough."

   She had said it in a conversational tone, but I took it as an order and
I stepped myself away of Her body, still in all my fours and with my head
lowered.  She put Her foot over my head and pressed it down.

   "Listen, slave.  I want you diapered 24/7.  Use them properly so your
mother thinks that you need them.  Second, I want that you let your hair
grow, tell me if there is any problem with your mother about it.  Finally,
I want that you come here at least once a week.  Knock the door three
times, wait five minutes and, if I don't open the door, then you can go
away.  That's all.  I suppose that you're clever enough to understand that
nobody have to find out about this.  It could be very bad for you if
somebody discover it, right?" "Yes, Mistress." "Very well." She said taking
Her foot from my head.  "Stand up.  You have to get ready for the visit of
your mother."

   We left the Dungeon while Chrissy continued her pussy training, and went
to check my mobile.  My Mistress had left it in the kitchen when she loaded
Her washing machine with my pooped clothes and, as expected, it had a few
missed calls from my mother.

   After calling her back, I explained her My Mistress version about what
had happened in the school.  My mother asked me to pass the mobile to My
Mistress, and both of them were talking a little.  I only could heard My
Mistress' side of the conversation; but I am sure that my mother believed
Her, because My Mistress played excellently the role of helpful neighbour
and understanding mother.

   She told me that my mother would arrive in an hour, so I had to get
ready.

   She lent me one of her shorter tracksuits, so I didn't wear only my
diaper.  It wasn't too large for me, and I could wear it without problems
after folding a little its sleeves and trouser legs.

   Properly dressed, I watched the TV while My Mistress returned to the
Dungeon to finish Chrissy's training session.

   Half an hour later, Our Mistress entered in the living-room with
Chrissy, who wore her puppy-shape pyjama.

   Following Her orders, I took care of the little sex toy until She came
back with our dinner served in used diapers and dog bowls as usual.

   Neither of us protested.

   We got down on all fours and ate it using only our mouths, as good
puppies.

   After dinner Our Mistress changed into normal clothes, and we waited my
mother watching TV as a typical family.

   When the bell rang, Our Mistress went to open the door.  I heard the
unmistakable voice of my mother, so I stood up and got ready for my
performance.

   It could be funny to hear it, but I don't remember the face of my
mother. I don't have any picture of her, so her memory had faded with the
passage of time.  I can tell that she was beautiful, but not stunning and
had black hair...  I think.

   My mother had just crossed the door of the living-room, when I threw
myself to her arms crying my eyes out.

   "I'm sorry, mom.  I'm so sorry." I babbled.  "It's ok darling.  It's
ok." She said hugging me back and trying to console me.  Her maternal
sentiment had dispelled the most of her doubts.  "I lent him one of my
tracksuits and a diaper that one friend with a bedwetter kid, left here the
last time." "Diaper?" My mother asked.

   I felt her clenched on when making that question, but I continued
sobbing and babbling.

   "Yes.  His clothes were completely dirty, and I don't have any boy
underwear.  Beside, he was so worried to poop himself again, that I
believed that a diaper could give him peace of mind."

   I felt my mother lowering her eyes to stare at me.

   "Please mom, don't be angry!  I didn't want to poop myself!  It was an
accident!" "It's ok, darling.  It's ok.  I'm not angry." "You aren't?" I
asked trying that my tone sounded hopeful.  "Yes, darling.  I am not angry
with you." "Oh, ok." I said looking calmer and trying not to smirk.

   My mother caressed my haird and smiled at me, I smiled back while she
dried my tears.

   "Thanks for your help." My mother told to My Mistress.  "Don't worry."
She answered.  "I'm a mother too, so I understand you perfectly.  I only
tried to help him, because he looked miserable."

   I looked at the floor, trying to seem embarrassed; but it wasn't needed,
because my mother had seen the little sex toy and reacted the same way that
the most of normal adults on seeing a baby: Stupidly.

   "Hey, look." My mother said while going near Chrissy.  "Who is this
beautiful baby?  Eh?  Who is this itsy-bitsy girl?" She asked while doing
funny faces to the little sex toy.

   Chrissy smiled to my mother, while she continued baby talking to her.

   Personally, I think that babies smiled because they know how ridiculous
adults act around them.

   "What's your name?" "Ch'issy." The toddler answered.  "And how old are
you?"

   Chrissy raised three fingers.  That was used as an excuse for my mother
to continue saying nonsense.

   I thought that it would be a very uncomfortable situation, if my mother
discover that 'her darling' had raped (and had been raped) by the
'beautiful baby girl'.

   After getting tired of baby talk with Chrissy, my mother returned to my
side.

   "Thanks for everything." My mother told to My Mistress.  "I hope that
there isn't any problem to come back for my son clothes tomorrow." "None. I
will have them dried and ironed." "It isn't needed..." "Don't worry." My
Mistress stopped her.  "I had to make the laundry, so two or three more
clothes aren't a problem." "Ok, thanks." My mother said while grabbing my
hand.  "We have to go now.  It's late and I have to make dinner." "We
already had dinner." My Mistress said; and before my mother could say
anything, she added.  "It wasn't any trouble either, because I had to make
Chrissy's dinner too."

   My Mistress guided us to the entrance and, after the farewells, she
whispered to my mother:

   "Not be too hard with him, if he poop himself again.  I'm sure that it
is something temporary." "I hoped."

   My Mistress closed Her door with a smile, and my mother and me returned
to our own flat.

   Once there, My mother told me to go to the bathroom and sit down in the
toilet until I had peed and pooped.

   I went there, unwrapped my diaper and sat down in the toilet during more
than fourty minutes.  Of course, I didn't do anything, but I flushed it
anyway.

   While I was getting ready to go to bed, my mother asked me if I had used
the toilet, and I lied her with a straight face.  I took that opportunity,
to ask her if I could leave my hair grow.  I got my mother to agree with
it, not being very precise about how long I wanted leave it grow.

   My mother tucked me in bed and gave me a goodnight kiss, before turning
the lights off and closing the door.

   Less than a minute later, I started to poop.

   I laid there feeling my warm poop spreading out by my diaper, while this
stretched up to contain all my shit.  When its reek reached my noise, I
felt horny again.  I started smearing my poop all over my ass and crotch
with one hand, while I used the other one to jerk off my dick over the
diaper's smooth plastic.

   The memories of that day were enough to make me cum in a few minutes,
filling the diaper with my sticky cream.

   As a final touch, I emptied my bladder in the abused diaper.  The pee
soon overflowed and it leaked by the elastic of the legs.  I felt it
running down by my body, soaking my pyjamas and being absorbed by the
sheets.

   When the flood finished, I wore a wet, shitty, cum filled diaper and
laid in a wet bed.

   It didn't matter.

   I slept deeply that night, knowing that I had been a good slave and I
had obeyed perfectly My Mistress' orders.
   

To Be Continued?