Taken from Genus Three (the conclusion to The ABDL Sc-Fi Series),
here is a little story about a great many “feelings”.
Paradise Felt –
100 years in the future …
On Paradise Island – lunchtime
“Kelly, settle yourself,” the head nurse said calmly, motioning the other nurses to hold Kelly’s flailing body still. “This isn’t helping your situation. This isn’t what he wants to see.”
Being pinned to the changing table, Kelly did her best to wiggle free anyway. But when the nurses pinned her torso down by hand, she began to scream deafeningly into the floating pacifier nipple in her mouth. Her tantrum was so ferocious that the nipple was removed from her mouth and that horrible foam ball gag was put in its place. Her mind was so foggy by that point that she could no longer rationalize how to solve even the simplest problems. And having been kept in that messy diaper for several hours, her bottom was screaming for relief too.
Having her legs raised and held in a spread-eagle position, her bottom was wiped clean and then her front the same. But she was beyond consoling, beyond being calmed down and her misbehavior was about to be addressed in a very jolting fashion. The leather shocking sandals were placed on her feet and she was dragged off the changing table, made to stand next to that table. She was bent over it and her stance was widened. Having her neck held down, Kelly couldn’t look over her shoulder to see what was about to happen to her. But from the cracking sound the head nurse was making as she slapped something against her palm repeatedly, Kelly could still rationalize that pain was about to be inflicted. A lesson was about to be learned, unfortunately not a lesson that Kelly would learn – but rather, one that the other abductees would be forced to observed and gather for themselves.