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The following is a work of fiction that includes age play, bondage, chastity, humiliation, domination, non-consensual sex, and light scat content which includes descriptions of feces. Unless that lists sounds appealing to you, I suggest you stop reading now. Continue at your own risk.

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This was certainly turning out to be an eventful visit to her aunt's house. Melody had only walked though the door 10 minutes ago and she had already gotten an eyeful of her new roommate, Marcus, nose-deep in a dirty diaper with a plug up his ass. Melody wasn't complaining though. In fact, somewhere in the back of her mind she kind of wanted some of the same "quality time" with Miss Fifi herself.

"Now, dear, can we please get out of the doorway?" urged Miss Fifi. "The smell of that diaper is going to make me dizzy. Let's just leave Marcus to enjoy the smell of his undies and get your things put away."

Melody nodded, and with her bags in hand, she followed Miss Fifi deeper into the house. They passed the living room and the kitchen as they headed for the last room on the left. The sign on the door said, "Kid's Room". The letters were childishly misaligned and repeated a simple pattern of the three primary colors. The room was just as Melody remembered. A giant crib sat in the center of the room as well as a racecar-shaped bed, an adult-sized highchair, and a whole lot of stuffed animals and kid's toys to play with. Regrettably, Melody hadn't yet had a chance to use a lot of the great stuff in the kid's room. She did get to sleep in the racecar bed during past visits, but she never got to try the crib or the high-chair. She didn't even play with the toys very much when she would visit, being too embarrassed to act like a little filly even when wearing thick diapers.

Even better than toys though, was a certain piece of furniture that gave Melody a very funny feeling. It was big changing-table in the corner of the room with stirrups to hold baby's legs up while mommy did her work. It had straps too, in case a baby didn't want to fully cooperate. In fact, all the furniture in the kid's room had straps to restrain naughty little boys and girls. Like so many other things in the room though, Melody never got a chance to try them herself, likely due to the fact that she refused to ask for something so embarrassing. In her mind, it was one thing to be diapered, but it was a whole other thing to ask to be tied down in those diapers while being fed strained carrots.

"You can have the racecar bed, like usual," said Miss Fifi, dislodging Melody from her fantasies. "Marcus will be in the crib but he shouldn't bother you much besides the smell of his dirty diapers."

"That's ok! I like the kid's room," answered Melody, obviously wound-up from the excitement.

"Good, I was worried you would be nervous to share a room with Marcus. I know you are a little shy about your baby time. Why don't you get undressed so I can put you into a nice comfy diaper?"

Melody began to undress. She went slowly to give the illusion of modesty, though she had undressed in front of Miss Fifi so many times for this very purpose that she was hardly embarrassed anymore. She even folded each article of clothing as it was removed; wanting to imagine that Miss Fifi would have to punish her if she left her clothes all over the room.

"Good girl, now lie down on the bed and let me take care of you."

Melody was a tad disappointed the changing table wasn't suggested, however she scolded herself for being so selfish and laid flat on her back. It was still enough to just be diapered again after so long. Miss Fifi hummed a little tune as she worked, giving Melody a light smack on the thigh to remind her to raise her butt up so she could slide a diaper underneath. From there it took only a few seconds to get the soft, clean diaper taped tightly around Melody's hips.

"There you go," said Miss Fifi, checking the tightness of the waistband. "You're getting older, but you're still such a cutie when you're all padded up."

"Thanks," giggled Melody as she got to her feet. She tried to stroll around the rest of the kid's room as though she were just curious, though she had already explored the entire room numerous times in the past after lights out. Soon she drifted toward the changing table she loved so much.

"So..." started Melody. She leaned over the changing table slightly and stuck her padded rump out and gave it a playful shake. "What does a little filly have to do to earn a punishment from you?"

Miss Fifi could hardly contain herself. She had always wanted to give Melody a bit of the rough treatment, but she had never expressed interest before. She wasn't going to risk upsetting the girl and having her run home crying to her parents; Marzipan would never forgive her. Now Miss Fifi knew she could play this girl like a deck of cards. Of course, she didn't want Melody to know this so she opted to play it cool. She merely raised an eyebrow, and replied, "Take a look in the crib. You'll see why Marcus's been sniffing a poopy diaper all day"

Melody calmly hurried over to the crib. Golly, it looked like fun. All the restraints were still set up from the night before. There were wrist and ankle cuffs to keep a fidgety baby nice and still. Though, if a baby was still restless there were also straps for the waist, thighs, and neck. Two rubber enema bags hung from a tall pole mounted on the footboard to act as a silent warning of what happens to naughty pups. Melody hadn't ever had an enema, but she really wanted to try it. The idea of someone taking control of her body and forcing her to use her diapers was very erotic to her for some reason, though she couldn't quite comprehend why. In fact, Melody didn't much care for wearing poopy diapers, a conclusion derived from the fact that she'd only messed herself willingly a few times in the past whilst acting upon her strange fantasies. Even so, Melody got giddy whenever she thought about being tied up in diapers while being forced to hold an immense enema, knowing that she would eventually have to soil herself.

"Marcus did this?" asked Melody, inspecting the impressive brown stain in the center of the sheets.

"Of course, my oatmeal always works," answered Miss Fifi proudly. "Poor little Marcus will be spending every night this week strapped down on his stomach with his nose right in the middle of that stain to remind him how great rubber panties are. Maybe I'll take him down to the dry cleaners at the end of the week and have him personally drop off his dirty laundry."

Melody said nothing. She was very tempted to just shove her hand down the front of her diaper and start fingering herself right there in front of Miss Fifi but still managed to appear somewhat nonchalant about the whole matter. Never before in her life had she indulged in a kinky diaper conversation for so long and it was almost putting her into a trance-like state. Obscene thoughts were flooding her consciousness faster than she could dispel them with logic and reason. She wanted to be tied up and helpless; she was sure of it. Most of all, she wanted to be forced to use her diapers. When she messed herself in the past, she always had to make a conscious effort to defecate into the seat of her diapers. It still felt a bit shameful, which she liked. However, it also felt kind of silly for a grown girl, like herself, to poop her pants when she knew she should go to the toilet instead. What Melody really wanted was to use her diapers, not because she wanted to, but because she had no other choice. She wanted to be tied down with her diapers on display. She wanted to tug at the restraints and be sure that there was no way to escape. She wanted to think, "Oh, no. Please, not in my diapers," right before she finally had to give in and shit. She wanted it to be smelly and uncomfortable and she wanted to wallow in the mess for the rest of the night. Not because she liked it, but because she was just a helpless filly who had to wait for her mommy to come and change her. That was all; she just wanted to be totally helpless.

"Dear?" asked Miss Fifi, noticing that Melody had been staring off into space.

"...Uh. Oh, I wanted to ask a question," responded Melody, suddenly being jerked out of her meditative state. She tried to form the question in her mouth and say it, but she couldn't, unable to muster the courage to ask for what she really wanted. Finally, she decided to just go for it and blurted out as much as she could before her sub-conscious brought her to a stuttering halt. "Could... ah... C...Could I maybe try the restraints in the... uh, racecar bed... t... tonight?"

Miss Fifi sat quietly on the racecar bed, staring at the Melody. Miss Fifi was actually considering it, but kept it well-hidden. Melody, on the other hand, was desperate to hear some response, afraid that she had caused offense somehow. She was kicking herself for using that stupid little filly voice. Melody always sounded like a five year old when she was trying to talk about something embarrassing and she hated it. She tried to find her normal voice and smooth over the awkward silence she had created.

"I mean, if that's ok," blurted Melody shyly.

"It's okay, sweety," answered Miss Fifi in a reassuring voice. "I know a lot of little diaper lovin' fillies like cuffs, gags, spankings, and all that. It's just; I don't know if you're Aunt would be okay with that. She wasn't really thrilled that you and Marcus would be staying over at the same time. I think I may have an idea though. Want to hear?"

Melody just nodded, too embarrassed to even speak.

"You've always been a good girl," continued Miss Fifi. "You always do what I say, but now it's going to be enforced. When I tell you to do something, you will do it, or I'll give you a punishment. It might not be as severe as those I give to Marcus, but I don't think you will like them. Most important of all, don't let your Aunt find out. Don't speak a word of it, and don't be obvious about it, got it?"

"Yes, Ma'am," answered Melody unable to help herself from cracking a smile.

"That's a nice touch, little lady. Make sure you answer to your aunt and me as Ma'am from now on. Don't forget, because I always make good on my threats. If I tell you there is a consequence for disobeying, then that is what will happen if you don't do as you're told."

Melody blushed as Miss Fifi spouted threats, fantasizing about the possible punishments that might await her.

"Now, your first act of business as my cute little slave is to take something out to Marcus. Then it's off to the living room with you to watch some cartoons while I take care of some business in the kitchen."

"Yes, ma'am," bubbled Melody excitedly, trying to prove what a good, cooperative filly she could be.

"Wait, how silly of me, there is one more thing we should do before I send you off to play," said Miss Fifi, backtracking as she held up a pair of pink, semi-transparent plastic underpants large enough to fit Melody. "You're going to need these, right? You don't want to end up like Marcus."

Melody nodded nervously, wondering if Miss Fifi would ever put her in the breeding rack like she did Marcus.

"...and why don't we try to find you something cute to wear. You look a little chilly," teased Miss Fifi.

Melody was a little confused by Miss Fifi's comments until realizing that she had been standing almost completely nude in front of Miss Fifi wearing nothing but a diaper. She blushed when she finally figured out what Miss Fifi meant by "chilly", noticing that her nipples had gotten quite stiff as a result of all their kinky talk. She bashfully covered her chest with her big arms and replied, "Yes, ma'am, what did you have in mind?"

*** 3 ***

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Melody clomped down the hall toward Marcus, making sure he heard her coming down the hall. She couldn't wait to show off her snazzy new outfit. In the past, Melody usually wore her street clothes over her diaper. However, this time Miss Fifi actually scrounged up a big pair of one-piece pajamas for her. She loved how babyish they looked, even if they didn't have attached footies on account of her hooves. They reminded her of her favorite pajamas from when she was a filly, they even had a trapdoor in the back like the ones she used to wear.

As she approached, she noticed Marcus shifting uncomfortably, not knowing who was coming up behind him in his vulnerable state. He seemed somewhat relieved when he saw it Melody; the only female in the house who hadn't tortured him yet. Though, he had no idea what Melody was hiding behind her back.

"You know, I saw the shit-stain you left in your crib, little puppy," chuckled Melody, trying to imitate Miss Fifi's humiliation tactics as she was told to. "I bet you love the feeling of a messy diaper on your backside, right?"

Marcus grunted, disappointed that Melody seemed to be just as mean as the others. Though, she wasn't normally like this. Her head was still buzzing from all the steamy talk of restraints, diapers, and punishments as she looked over the pathetic wolf boy strapped to the breeding rack on his hands and knees with his nose in a shit filled diaper. She couldn't help herself.

"You can answer me, boy," insisted Melody. "Tell me, are you excited to take it in the butt when my aunt gets home?"

Marcus whimpered and shook his head adamantly.

"Doesn't your mother ever punish your tail-hole when you're bad?"

Again, Marcus shook his head.

"Well then, how do you know you won't like it? I figured a doughy little sissy like you would feel right at home on your hands and knees," teased Melody. She was surprised at how easily the unkind words flowed from her mouth. At first she was only doing as Miss Fifi instructed, but as she gazed down her nose at the pitiful brat she couldn't stop herself. She couldn't wait to see his face when she showed it to him. "Miss Fifi wanted me to bring this out to show to you. It's what my auntie is going to use to turn you into a sobbing little girl."

When Melody finally revealed what she had been concealing behind her back Marcus' eyes went wide. It was a huge twelve-inch long dildo shaped like a stallion's cock, complete with superfluous scrotum and a tangle of straps and buckles that could be used to fasten it around the waist of a willing disciplinarian. Once more, Marcus struggled to yank his hands free of the wrist cuffs which held him in the breeding rack as he imagined having that thing shoved up his butt. The struggling continued with such ferociousness that the whole breeding rack shook. Then, realizing that he hadn't gotten any closer to freedom, he began to bawl again.

Melody felt a smile snake its way across her face as she saw the deplorable little crybaby driven to tears once more. "What's the matter, Marcus? Doesn't this look like a fun toy? You better learn to love having your narrow little tail-hole filled because it's going to be happening a lot from what Miss Fifi has told me. Now, stop fidgeting or I'll give that plug in your fanny another pump or two. You want that?"

Melody set big rubber dong down in front of Marcus, just above the soiled diaper he'd been ordered to sniff all morning. Then, getting behind him, took the opportunity to get a better look at his naughty parts. The sight of his cute little wiener locked up in a chastity cage spawned even more naughty thoughts within Melody's already overflowing brain. Deciding to make good on her threat, she gave the bulb on the inflatable plug a squeeze and heard a whine escape Marcus's throat, despite the gag.

"Don't be so ungrateful you brat, I'm only trying to help," said Melody. "We need to stretch you out before my auntie gets home, right?"

Once again Marcus started to wriggle and fight his restraints. Melody saw the plug move as Marcus struggled to push the huge balloon out of his ass, but he wasn't even close to succeeding.

"There's no way that plug is coming out, silly pup. You're going to wait right here for your punishment like a good boy or I'm going to give it another squeeze."

Marcus stopped abruptly and gave a few pathetic whines to show his submission, wincing and groaning as his little prick stiffened in response to the swollen plug filling his ass. As usual, the brief pleasure he felt was erased entirely by the searing pain caused by the rubber spikes that welcomed the tender tip of his penis at the end of the chastity cage. He returned his attention to the messy diaper in front of him, hoping he could get flaccid again before the pain drove him mad. It reminded him of the cramps that kept him up all night, and how he was forced to soil himself over and over. He couldn't wait to get back home with his real mother.

"Sniff it!" ordered Melody with a mischievous smile. "Sniff it all over and then wag your tail to show me how much you like it. Do that, and maybe that plug won't get any bigger."

Marcus, shaken from his therapeutic thoughts of home, began to inhale deeply, moving his muzzle from left to right and then back again. He gleefully wagged his tail as he breathed in the foul fumes, showing his total submission in hope that Melody might show his tail-hole some mercy. Then he craned his neck up to look upon Melody, hoping he would find a pleased expression on her face.

"Miss Fifi wasn't joking. You really are a pathetic little diaper-sniffer. Now, just stay right here and admire that shiny new toy I left for you. My auntie will be home in another hour or two to put you into your place. Just try to think happy thoughts, pup. Here's a little something extra to remember me by."

Marcus moaned dramatically and shook his head as Melody gave the rubber bulb dangling from the butt-plug another two pumps. She stayed another minute just to watch Marcus' little tantrum. He tugged against his restraints, whimpering and groaning like a little drama queen. He looked up at Melody, tears pooled in his eyes. His expression was impertinent at first, as though he was demanding Melody to explain why she was acting so cruelly toward him. Then, smelling the rank diaper open on the floor in front of him, his expression shifted back to that of a punished puppy-dog. Melody said nothing. She was in almost in a daze at this point and so horny she swore her diaper felt wet with "juices". Hopefully, she would have some private time before bed to relieve herself. Unfortunately, there was no time for that now as she headed back to the living room to watch some TV with Miss Fifi. As Melody strolled away, she heard the disgraced wolf boy grunting what sounded like a message. She couldn't understand him with the heavy rubber dog-cock locked in his muzzle, and she didn't care. Naturally, Melody didn't bother to turn back to help Marcus, instead choosing to leave the boy where he had been put by Miss Fifi.

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The extra long commute home, on top of an already shitty day work, had taken its toll on Marzipan. She wasn't known for having the most cheerful attitude most days, but today she was so fed-up and pissed off at the world that she berated her house key as she stood fumbling with her key chain on the front steps. Once she finally locating the appropriate key, she jammed it into the keyhole with such vindictive malice that she nearly broke it off in the lock.

As she stepped into the cool air conditioning, she could still feel the stress from work grinding her back teeth together. That is, until she saw little Marcus waiting for her just inside the door, just as pretty as a picture. From the looks of it, he'd crossed Fifi at some point during the day and had gotten his punk ass locked down in the rack for a good therapeutic sodomizing. A smile carved it's way across Marzipan's face and all the stupid bullshit from earlier in the day just seemed to melt away. The sight of this pudgy queer tied down with his ass up in the air waiting to get plunged sent Marzipan to her happy place, and suddenly all was right with the world again.

"Aw, looks like someone was a bad little girl," taunted Marzipan. "Tell me, has that shitty diaper lost any of it's stink yet?"

Marcus shook his head, knowing that she wouldn't allow him to ignore her question, whether she already knew the answer or not. He didn't look up though, he didn't want to risk goading her into any further attacks, verbal or physical. Besides, he didn't need to see her; it was obvious who had arrived. Just the sound of her strong, disdainful voice was enough to bring back memories of the previous night's demeaning spoon feeding with unnerving clarity. He remembered how she'd wrenched his arm behind his back so sadistically that he swore she nearly snapped it off. All the while laughing arrogantly as he struggled to choke down countless mouthfuls of thick, gloppy oatmeal. He definitely didn't want to give her any more reason to notice his existence than he had to. Unfortunately, Marzipan had already sunk her teeth in and she wasn't done just yet.

"Oh, look. Someone was kind enough to leave some lube here next to this fun looking toy. Am I supposed to use that big, bulky thing on little ol' you?" asked Marzipan, referring to the stout rubber horse cock that laid on the tile floor in front of Marcus like a crocodile sunning its back.

Obligated to give a prompt response, Marcus decided that fibbing would not help him. She would find out eventually. He nodded his head pitifully.

"Well, let me just say that I cannot wait to put you in your place, but first I need to get something to eat. I noticed I don't fuck as hard on an empty stomach," jeered Marz, so amused by her own villainy that she couldn't help but snigger as she clomped past Marcus on the way to the kitchen. However, when she finally took her sights off the unfortunate pup, she saw Fifi poking out of the kitchen in her apron, still clutching her wooden spoon as she raised a vertical finger and pressed it against her lips.

"Shhh! Melody is napping in the living room, you big boisterous ox," hissed Fifi as Marz met her at kitchen entrance. "Go move Melody into the Kid's Room without waking her up and then go take care of Marcus. Better to get that unpleasantness out of the way while she's sleeping."

Marzipan nodded. She didn't want Melody to catch her squatting in the hallway with her strapon up some kid's rump; it could traumatize her. After all, Marzipan still had a rather innocent view of Melody, having not been home to witness her tormenting Marcus earlier.

"Don't dawdle either," continued Fifi, brandishing the spoon in Marz's face. "I'll have dinner on the table in half an hour. You will just have to fuck as hard you can despite your empty tummy."

"I'll do my best," chortled Marzipan. She loved it when Fifi talked dirty. Nonetheless she still needed to get Melody relocated so she could get to her therapy session with Marcus before dinner.

As promised, Melody was passed out on the sofa in the living room. Although Marz didn't really expect to see her in a pair of childish purple PJs. She shrugged it off. What was the harm in wearing pajamas? she figured. It could have been worse. Marzipan knew what Fifi stored in her closet. It wasn't like the pajamas themselves were inherently infantile. It was Melody who, despite her large size, looked like a snoozing child with her thumb in her mouth and her poofy, padded butt sticking out. And although she posed like a child, it didn't mean she would be any easier to scoop up off the sofa. Even with all her muscle, Marzipan barely made it to the kid's room with Melody in her arms. She was amazed that Melody hadn't woken up. It hadn't been a very smooth ride and she may have banged her head against the wall a few times, but the mission was still a success overall. Now she could go visit Marcus and relieve some tension.

With Melody safely locked in the Kid's Room far away from the action, Marz didn't have to worry if things got a little noisy. She came up behind Marcus, placed her heavy hoof on the back of his head, and with the utmost control, she slowly pressed his nose deep into the soiled diaper that had been left undisturbed under his face all day.

"Hmm... Yummy!" she sneered as she pinned his head down. While she could have easily suffocated him in that pile of filth, she knew better. Besides, she'd rather have him for the whole week. Graciously, after only a few more seconds she decided to remove her hoof and let him come up for air. "Oh Marky, if only your mama could see you now. Do you think she would even want you back?"

Tears started down his cheeks, but Marcus couldn't help it: he was sore from being locked in the rack all day, he had shit streaked on his face, and he was absolutely terrified of what this cruel woman was going to do to him. He started blubbering profusely, even though he knew that's just what she wanted, and the smug look on her face confirmed it.

Marzipan bent down and retrieved the tube of lubricant and the strapon from the floor and untangled the straps, continuing to shame the sniveling brat as she stepped into the harness and pulled it up around her wide hips, cinching it tight. "That's right, start bawling again. Since you can't stop pissing and moaning like a little girl, I think you need to be treated like one. Look up at your new mama, bitch."

Although he could hardly keep his head up at this point, he managed to summon the strength to crane his neck high enough to look up at the massive Clydesdale standing over him. The heavy rubber stallion cock strapped to her crotch sort of hung down, staring at him as she slathered the shaft with lube. It would almost be laughably ridiculous if it weren't for the fact that it was about to get rammed up his poop chute.

As she wiped the excess jelly on her thigh and started toward his rear end, Marcus instinctively tucked his tail between his legs, knowing the time was near. He whimpered, nearly in a panic as she positioned herself behind him where he couldn't see.

"Ha! Are you kidding?" chided Marzipan, giddy at his Marcus' adorable attempts to defend himself. She grabbed his scrawny tail and yanked it upward so hard he yelped in pain. "Now that you're my sweet little daughter, you're expected to lift your tail graciously, like a sissy princess. Be sure to keep this ratty tail up and out of my way until I'm finished with you slut. Forget and I'll chop it off."

Obediently, Marcus kept his tail in the air, even after Marzipan had let go. He didn't see her as the type to make empty threats and he liked his tail. Though, he wondered if he shouldn't be more concerned about his tail-hole for the moment. A chill went up his spine as he was startled by a long sharp hiss, but he soon realized it was the air being released from the inflatable plug that had been stretching his asshole all day. As the air escaped, he felt the incredible fullness in ass diminish; it was heavenly. Though his relief soon turned to worry once more as the partially deflated plug was snatched out of his fully loosened asshole and tossed aside.

Now Marcus was open wide and vulnerable, but Marzipan still wasn't through tormenting him. "Don't worry, I'm sure you see Mr. Balloon again soon. I know how you love having your butt stuffed, right? Oh, and I noticed your fancy new chastity device, What did you do to earn this? I hope it was worth losing your manhood over. Looks like it's just assplay for you from now on. As you may have guessed, the chances of either Fifi or myself releasing your worthless little flaccid winky from that tube are slim to none." She gave him a firm slap on the backside as she sentenced him to permanent chastity just to hear him whine, then spread his open his butt cheeks so she could set her sights on his quivering anus. She offered one last piece of advice as she pressed the slippery head of her strapon against his prone opening and began to slowly apply pressure, "Try not to squeal too loud, princess. We don't want to wake up Melody, do we?"

This advice was totally ignored as the tip of Marzipan's spear started disappearing into Marcus's backside. Though, beaten down and quite fatigued, the boy was still able to muster the strength to scream and cry despite the plug in his mouth. Nonetheless, the pseudo cock worked its way deeper and deeper into Marcus' ass.

By the time Marzipan was satisfied, only the two inches of the foot long dong were visible and Marcus was wailing like a wounded yak. She withdrew from his ass partially before stopping short and ramming it back in to the hilt. "Make sure you moan like a whore for me, okay sweetums?"

Marcus had quieted considerably once he was getting properly fucked. He had been reduced to grunting like an animal, choosing to concentrate on biting down on his gag rather than giving his voice a workout. Not that it mattered; there was no risk of awakening Melody. She had been awake since her aunt scooped her off the sofa, though she pretended to remain asleep, not wanting to face the embarrassment of waking up diapered in her aunt's arms. She had heard every grunt, moan, squeal, and sob throughout Marcus' whole ordeal. Of course, she would have been terribly disappointed if she'd missed it. She'd been using this as an opportunity to relieve a little sexual tension and had been massaging the front of her piss-soaked diapers since she heard her aunt lock the door behind her. Needless to say, she enjoyed the next five minutes a lot more than the poor boy actually strapped to the breeding rack.

Of course, Marzipan had no idea of Melody's antics. She was so worried about tainting her "innocent" young niece that she had deluded herself into thinking she could rape Marcus quietly enough to avoid detection, even though her immense size caused the very house to shake as she pounded Marcus' rear. The framed art in the hallway knocked against the walls as she rhythmically worked the anal impaler in and out of Marcus' tail-hole. Even so, she was still taking it easy on him, choosing not to utilize the entire length of shaft while thrusting. She didn't really need to. She knew that he'd get the message she was trying to send one way or another.

"Ugh, yuck!" she retched as she finally pulled out of Marcus and caught sight of the horrible mess his dirty shit-hole had left on her favorite strapon. Not that she didn't expect it though; he'd been plugged up all day. "Looks like we better get a diaper on you, princess. But first, I'm going to freshen up. You just wait right here and think about how you're going to behave from now on."

With that, Marcus was left alone again to reflect on his shame. Though, no sooner had Marzipan's heavy hoof beats faded into the background than she heard softer footsteps approaching. He could only pray that someone was coming to release him from the rack and put an end to this punishment.

"Learn your lesson? Going to be a good girl from now on?" asked Miss Fifi with a smile as she surveyed the results of Marzipan's hard work. Marcus' butthole hung loose, worn, and red, but there wasn't any permanent physical damage. Though, who knew if he would ever forget his first time.

Marcus nodded, too tired to even whimper. Still it was enough to symbolically sign his release papers as far as Miss Fifi was concerned.

"Good! It's almost time for dinner. Let's hope we don't need a repeat of last night," said Miss Fifi as she began unbuckling Marcus' straps. "Let's get you dressed up all cute and get you into your highchair."