Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The following story is adult fiction and everything in there is a fantasy. Author: Fairy Diaper Title: The Corruption of a Minor Summary: After raping the toddler girl, it's the turn of the young teen boy. But things aren't going to stop there. Keywords: ped, F/gb, anal, blackmail, bd. Chapter 2: The First Night of My New Life. I had fallen into My Mistress clutches, as a defenseless little animal, but I didn't know if yet. Although She had told me the two rules that would run my life, I only started realizing the enormity behind its meaning after the first few days. During these first days, I went from surprise to another. And the first one was Chrissys' clothes when she appeared from behind of the wardrobe's door. She wore a blonde hair wig worn in a bun. A gren strapless dress, with a mini skirt that simulated leaves and two clear large winds in her bag, hugged tightly her tiny body as a glove. A very good simile because, as I discovered later, it was a dress of latex. Two green shoes with white pom poms in the toes completed her attire. I didn't need to look at my onesie, to recognize that she had dressed up as Tinker Bell. She stood there smiling to me, while I couldn't avert my gaze from her naked crotch. She wasn't wearing anything under her latex dress and its sight gave new strength to my dick. "Amy vewy go'd shawe he' magic powde. Now Tinkew Bel' tuwns." Chrissys talked to me for the first time. "What?" I asked surprised. "Tell me, Amy" said My Mistress coming near me. "Are you allergic to butter?" "What?" I repeated looking at her, before receiving another kick in my belly and benting over in pain... again. "Are you allergic to butter, Amy?" My Mistress asked me again, sweetly. As if she hadn't hit me only a few seconds ago. I needed a few minutes to answer and, during this whole time, I feared that I would be kicked again for not answer fast enough. "No, Mistress." "Good", She said stroking my hair lovingly with a bright smile. I raised my eyes and stared at her, but I only could find in her eyes the love and care of a mother for her son. "Why did you ask... Mistress?" I added at the last moment, no wanting being hit again. "Because we don't want that you get sick, do we?" "No, Mistress." I said while she removed the rest of my diaper, that had been ripped during my previous punishment. "Now take off your onesie," She said while she went to open a new door of the wardrobe, and grabbed something that hided in her hand. I obeyed her, partly for her attitude and partly because my dick agree with it strongly. A little giggle attracted my attention. Chrissy was looking at my erected dick while her tongue wet her lil lips seductively. I would have started jerking off, if I hadn't heard My Mistress voice at this moment behind me. "Put your hands behind your back." I obeyed her command, only to feel the cold steel of handcuffs locking my wrists. Defenseless, My Mistress carried me to the stack of bags, forced me to kneel down and placed over it my head and part of my chest. The warm of the bag surprise me, because I expected to feel the same smooth cold feeling of the supermarket bags. Then I realized that the bag had been heated up by the warm of Chrissy' body while I was fucking her. The memory of my first time, hardened and strenghten my dick. "Magi' wand, magi' wand," I heard Chrissy start singing. "Yes, Chrissy," said My Mistress. "Now, we must get ready Tinker Bell magic wand." My head was leaning towards the left side, so I could see how My Mistress took from the wardrobe something that I had never seen before. It was a grewen wide leather belt with a triangle in the front part. A strip joined the lower corner of the triangle with the back of the belt. The center of the triangle hold two green cylinders, similar to the one I found inside Chrissy' pussy. The one inside was small and curved, while the one outside was straight and bigger than my hard dick. Then I didn't know what it could be, but It was the first time that I saw a double strap-on. Chrissy's body appeared in front of me, and her hairless crotch filled my eyesight. Without being able to move my head, I only could stare to her forbidden fruit while she giggled deviously. My Mistress hand appeared from the left, lifted her leaf shaped miniskirt, and put the strap-on's belt loosely around her waist. With experienced movements, she inserted the curbed dildo inside her little pussy and was rewarded by a little moan of pleasure. After a few seconds, the belt and the bottom strip had been tighten with two more approving moans. "Ready?" My Mistress asked to the toddler. "Yes!" Chrissy anounced enthusiastically, before moving out of my sight. Only then I realized what was going to happen and I started to shout in vain. "No! Please no! It's too big! No! No insert it in my ass! Please!!" I stopped shouting when I felt something pressing against my asshole. I tried to keep my hole closed, but it slided easily inside. It didn't hurt as much as I expected, but I didn't know that it only was the buttered finger of My Mistress, lubricating my virgin asshole. After coating it with a layer of slick butter, I felt as her finger left my hole. I hoped that it had finished, only to be proved wrong when a hard bigger thing pressed against my hole. My resistance only lasted a few seconds before it slided completely inside me, riding over the butter coatting. I raised my head a little a shouted in pain while Chrissy giggled and moved her little hips back and forth, raping my ass gladly. The pain started to subdue as my bowels stretched to adapt to the big dildo and the bleeding of my ass helpen to soften the intrusion. Then I felt a hand grabbing my hard dick and starting to jerk it off. "Do you like it, Amy?" My Mistress whispered in my ear. "It... hurts" was the only thing that I could answer, but the truth was that I started to like it and my member was enjoying the massage. "Oh! It hurts that a toddler rape your nepi ass, uh? But you inserted your pedophile cock inside Chrissy's holes without thinking." "I'm sorry." I apologized, only to receive a mocking reply for My Mistress. "No! You aren't sorry. You liked it. You enjoyed fucking her, and she enjoyed it because that's the way that she has been trained. Don't worry! You'll be trained too; but now enjoy your little reward." The new mention of training would have rung alarms in my head, but it passed through my mind while my body started to tense in anticipation of a new orgasm. A few seconds later, under My Mistress stroking, my dick started to flutter and shoot its hot cum while I moaned with real pleasure. "Look Chrissy! Amy is shooting her nepi cum all over the diaper bags. It seems that she likes being raped by a little toddler." My Mistress said while Chrissy giggled; but neither of them stopped stimulating my body until a few minutes after I had finished cuming. Completely exhausted, I laid over the warm plastic of the stack of diaper's bags with the eyes closed, while Chrissy removed the strap-on from my asshole; leaving a feeling of emptiness and dull pain. "Ok, sleepyhead. Time to awake." I heard My Mistress said before being pushed away until I sat down over my knees. In this new position, I saw as My Mistress finished cleaning the strap-on and put it again in its wardrobe. Meanwhile, Chrissy, still wearing her Tinker-Bell latex dresss, started to grab the bags of diapers with both hands. After grabing the first one, she put a funny face and looking at My Mistress, she said: "Mist', 's all sticky." My Mistress closed the wardrobe, and came towards both of us. "It's Amy's pervert nepi milk. I think that she had to clean it with her tongue. Don't you think so, Chrissy?" "Ok" the toddler agred happily. She put it over her head and, holding it with both hands, brought the dirty spot closer to my mouth. "Ok, Amy. I want that you leave it clean, or if not..." The not so veiled threat, helped me to overcome the revulsion that I could have. I gathered the bigger drops with my tongue, then I approached my lips to the plastic and sucked my sticky cum. It was warm and have a thick taste of sweet and fruity water. I would ever remember its taste, even though I swallowed it inmediatly, before licking the plastic bag clean of any rest. When My Mistress was happy enough with my cleaning, she grabbed the bag and put it inside the closet and Chrissy, after checking which side of the next bag of diapers was sticky; put it over her head and, smiling, hit my mouth with it. When all the bags were cleaned and put away. My Mistress went to take Chrissy's latex suit off, while I remained kneeled and hand-cuffed with the taste of my cum fulling my mouth and my tongue. When both of them came towards me, Chrissy's nudity aroused me again. Her soft little body was so beautiful that I wanted fuck her holes again. Chrissy giggled looking at my pre-teen erected cock, but My Mistress didn't allow any no sense. She grabbed my hand-cuff and forced me to stand up and follow her. "Time for your bath." My Mistress said, when She guided us to a large bathroom. It was wonderful lighted by led lamps embeded in the ceiling. The floor and the walls were covered with white tiles and, surprisingly, the floor tiles were warm, warmer than the floor of the rest of the house. At the door's right side, there were a tap with a gathered up hose; in the farthest right corner was a jacuzzi, that took up a quarter of the bathroom by itself; and other large tub attached to the left wall. All the floor had a little slope towards the drainage located in the center of the room. A few towel racks and a little cupboard completed this unusual bathroom that hadn't a sink, either a toilet. My Mistress told me to enter in the left tub and I did so while She helped little Chrissy. Once both of us were in the tub, she opened the tap and started bathing us. Here, I want to stop to make a note. I know that a lot of people would be puzzled that My own Mystress would bath Her slaves Herself or, at least, that She wouldn't use the hose. I understand that way of thinking, but it isn't My Mistress (or my) way. She didn't humble Herself by cleaning us, in the same way that you didn't humble yourself when you clean your loved pets. After drying us, she ordered that we got down on all our fours, and used a speculum to check that there wasn't any permanent damage in our holes. First she checked Chrissy's pussy and asshole and, finally, my own asshole; cleaning the speculum throughly after each examination. Glad that She didn't have to fix Her sex toys, She guided us back to the nursery where she got everything ready to put new fresh diapers on Chrissy and me. We were laying over two Pamper's changing mat, when My Mistress took out of the wardrobe the two largest most uncute diapers that I had seen in my life. They were all blue, had four tapes and no pictures. In the center of the front part, they had printed 'small' in capital letters a few times forming a column. Right below the words,started three lines that crossed the center of the diaper vertically. My Mistress put the new diaper on us fast and efficiently. They were so large than covered my bellybutton, and Chrissy's nipples. "What's this?" I asked when both of us were already diapered. "Your new diapers," My Mistress answered nonchalantly. "But they are... they are... so... uncute." I said trying to put into words my confusion. My Mistress hunkered down in front of me and started messing my hair. "Oh, Amy! You're so a pervert nepi diaper-lover girlish sissy. I'm proud of you." She said looking directly at my eyes with a very genuine smile. "You're right. They are so uncute that we are going to put a girlish Tinker-Bell diaper over them. Are you happy?" Before I could answer, My Mistress had returned to the wardrobe and had picked two Goodnite diapers. She forced me to stand up and raise my legs so She could place the Goodnite correctly. I remained there, with the large blue adult diaper sticking out by everywhere, while My Mistress put the smaller Goodnite diaper on Chrissy. Once double diapered, the toddler looked at me and started giggling. I didn't know if she found the situation funny or stupid, but her soft laugh made me blush at the same time that my hard dick pressed against the soft inner layer of the diaper. My thoughts stopped when My Mistress returned with two new onesies, and... wow! These onesies were very different to the one that I had worn. They were plain brown and not only had arms and legs, but a hood and padded mites and feet too. They were made with thick cotton, except a width leather tape that circled each waist and ankle and had a large steel ring embedded in it. Two lines of snaps, that went up the legs and met in the crotch, made easy to put it on and change the messy diapers. But, over everything else, the thing that more attracted my attention were the two false dog ears in the hood and the false dog tail in the back. I was so surprised that I only remember being there, wearing the strange onesie, looking at Chrissy that was in all her fours and seemed a cute little pup with a strange bulge around her crotch. "Ok, puppies. Time to dinner." My Mistress anounced before leaving the room and going to the kitchen. I followed her half mesmerized, half stunned; while Chrissy, who had showed being able to walk, crawled at my side. At this moment, I didn't give importance to this detail; but everything were clear when we arrived at the kitchen. It was very similar to the one in my home or any other kitchen that you could find, with only one exception: There was no table and only one chair. I supposed that they had to be kept somewhere, so I wasn't ready for the following scene. My Mistress grabbed a large steaming bowl from the microwave, filled another one with water and put both of them in the floor. Chrissy crawled towards the bowls and stuffed her head inside the steaming one, starting to eat its content (a thick vegetable soup with chicken bits) with delight. After a few seconds, she raised her face, already dirty with food, and started drinking from the other bowl in the same way: as a pup. On hearing the sound of porcelain being placed in the floor, I turned my head to find two similar bowls with food and water in front of me. Incredulous, I looked at My Mistress who returned my gaze, waiting for my reaction. Without thinking, I pointed at Chrissy with my left hand and asked: "Do you want that I eat it doggy style?" Unexpectedly, My Mistress started laughing out loud so hard that the toddler raised her mucky face to stare at Her. "You didn't complain when you did it doggy style before." She said cryptically. "I never did anything doggy style." I answered without understanding the meaning of her words. Now, I get the irony in Her words. "Ok," She said calmly with a smile in Her mouth. Before I could protest, she picked up the two bowls, put them in the kitchen counter and, grabbing my hand, dragged me out of the kitchen. "Time to go to sleep, Amy" were Her only words. We returned to the nursery and went directly to the large crib. Withour releasing my hand, she opened the crib's door and forced me to enter. I crawled inside and the mattres sunk a little under my hands and knees. "Lay on your side and pass your arms and legs between the bars of the left side." My Mistress ordered and I obeyed without thinking. You're a very obedient sissy girl, Amy." She congratulated me. Then She grabbed a long chain hided under the crib, passed it by the rings embedded in my onesie and locked it with a small padlock. I couldn't believe what was happening. Half of my brain thought that this had to be a dream (or a nightmare) and that I would awake soon, the other half was trying to understand the new world where I had fallen and was faling miserably; so I accepted the facts mechanically. After chaining me to the crib, My Mistress moved away and, during a few minutes, I only was able to hear the noise of her hided activities, and her steps around the room. At last She approached the crib from behind me, and then I listened Her voice. "Raise your head." After I obeyed, she slided something below my head. "Ok, rest your head. How's it?" It was cold, hard and, overall, too width. It sunk a little with my head's weight, but not enough to be comfortable. "Too high and hard." I answered. "Ok. Raise your head again." My Mistress changed my pillow and asked: "And now?" The new pillow was cold and hard too, but not so width and it adapted better to the shape of my head. "A lot of better. More comfortable." "I knew it. You're a Huggies girl." My Mistress said amused. Trying to understand her words, I looked at my pillow to discover that I was resting my head in a vintage Huggies bag for girls. I was so atonished that I almost lost My Mistress next question. "Tell me, Amy. Do you have any respiratory disease?" "No," I answered without think. "So you can breath perfectly by your lovely little noise?" She said while she lowered my hood. "Yes, why..." And I couldn't say anything more, because My Mistress inserted a pacifier in my mouth, passed the elastic band attached to it, around my head and raised my hood again. "Excellent! Now, you're ready to sleep." She said while closing the crib's door. "Good night my little sissy girl." Laying there, I could do nothing except heard Her steps going away. Then the light was turned off and the door closed. To Be Continued...