Cubnapped (Pt2)
The second installment.
Cubnapped (pt.2)
You know that feeling deep down in your stomach. It's a feeling you can't explain logically but it festers in your stomach, makes your skin crawl and you feel sick. That feeling right before something terrible is about to happen. I know it well enough by now. It might be just paranoia but I decide it's time to get out of this hotel. I put on my pants and dash out of the room as fast as I can in fear of something that may or may not even be there. As I head out through the kitchen the hotel used for room service, I made a dash down the alley. A ton of cars swarm the hotel I was just at, they didn't look like cop cars. I'm not sure, just a ton of wolves in matching suits, at least a dozen.
I'm on a fire escape a few blocks away watching them sack the room I was just in. Who are these furs? Why in the hell do they want me? I dash on to a roof and climb up to a high wall. Damn it, I can't keep up this running. But what am I supposed to do about a dozen trained merc's chasing me. Hmm, I don't think they work for the government, they look to be private. No ranking on any distinctive markings on their clothes. They might not have tabs on transport. I hop down into another alley and watch the street. I see a bus stop but I'm not stupid. They're probably watching it. I wouldn't doubt that Labrador works for them. It's too risky to try and move about like this but I can't stay put. I have to hide out and wait for the heat to die down a little. I need some more rest; it will be better to move at night.
I find a fire escape and use another trick I learned from that good friend of mine." Nice, an empty apartment," I say as I shimmy open the window and slide my way inside. "A mattress and change of clothes too!" I jump for joy and hop in the shower. You wouldn't believe the things people leave behind. There's soap and shampoo. However, you can't stay in these for long. More often than not, they're being shown to potential renters so it's sometimes a one night thing. It makes a fine hideout for the day and I regain all my strength, keeping away from the booze I took from the mini bar. "I need to be focused for this."
Night has come and it's time for me to make my move. I find a backpack and stuff some food in it and some cash. 42 pounds, that was enough for a small plane flight back to the states. I'm home free! All I have to do is make it to the airport. I open the door and walk out the front door of the apartment and head for the exit. This building is sweet; I would love to rent a place here. Well, if I weren't being hunted like a feral. When I pop out of the street side door, a ton of cars surround me. How did they know I was here? A dart hits my thigh with a big fuzzy ball on the end. Is that a tranquilizer dart? I fall over on the pavement whimpering, my body going numb but my mind still sharp.
"Finally got you," a familiar voice rings out. It's that fucking Border collie. I'm really beginning to loathe that I ever came into contact with him. "Whew, you were defiantly the hardest one we've had to catch. Most of them try to take the bus or go to the airport. You almost had us except an anonyms tip that a husky was breaking into a window gave you away."
The wolves restrain me and put me in the back seat of the cars. Fuck, if I wasn't tranqed I could pick these and take this car. Look the jackass left the keys. I struggle to re gain control of my limbs to no avail. What the... am I soaking my pants? The tranquilizer must have relaxed my bladder enough to cause me to piss myself. A wolf pokes his head in, "I told you I smelled it," he yelled out. "Just throw a pad under him for now. The tranquilizer has that effect sometimes," the collie yells back. A wolf hops in and slides a pad under my immobile body.
My opportunity has passed, though I only fooled myself in believing I had one to begin with. Adam hops in the car and begins driving. "So we didn't get a chance to process you before you so rudely abused my staff. This time, we'll take care of that right away." The Border collie says with a bit of scorn on his voice. "You're going to get your behavioral collar; no cursing, no disobeying, no lying and no more being a grown up. We are going to regress you into a cub and re-train your ungrateful ass to be a better, contributing member of society. Your skills are impressive though and I must say: it's really a waste of talent to wipe your mind like we normally would. Welcome to the cub conditioning training."
It's not too long before we arrive back at the facility. I have full control of my muscles by the time we return but the 4 point restraint is doing its job well and I can't break free. My heart is racing and my mind is looking for anything possible to aid my escape. Three wolves carry me out of the car and inside a small room. "Stage one," is all it says on the wall. My breathing changes pace and I'm panting as I whimper out, "W-why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to you?" My pleading goes on deaf ears though. We arrive at a room labeled "Processing" and I'm freaking out. If they get that collar on me it's over. Time slows for a moment as a take a minute to think about how the previous week might have lead me here.
I had a good job and an amazing boyfriend. He was an amazing wolf/husky that went by Graham. He was a slightly older black and white and amazing in bed. I had the great pleasure of meeting him at a bar one night and we just clicked. However, my life bored me and it didn't take long before I cheated on Graham and we broke up. The hurt on his face made me laugh, it's just dick after all. I never understood love and caring, just sex and booze. Who the hell wants to spend their entire life with one fur anyhow?
I had been slamming drinks down at the bar when I was approached by a smaller fox. "Hi, my name is Cole. Mind if I sit next to you, you seem lonely," he asks as he wags his tail. "Fuck off, I'm not in the mood," I bark out. Half the bar looks at me in surprise but everything goes back to business as I simply go back to sipping on my drink and the fox slinks away. That little bitch starts to cry as he walks away and no one even comes near me for the rest of the night.
The Border collie had been there that night and shook his head in disbelief. He had been sitting near the husky all night and certainly didn't expect him to be such an ass hole. That poor fox was weeping in the back and he only asked if he could sit next to that husky. The husky threw a fifty on the bar and stumbled for the door. A couple of rams had been waiting for him outside and the border collie was following him. He wasn't institute material quite yet, just a bit rude and that could be attributed to the booze. "Hey, husky. That wasn't very nice of you to scream at that poor fox." One of them sizes up the husky, standing as tall as or slightly taller than him. The look of scorn on the husky's face was scary enough to make the ram stand down. Jace says nothing the entire time he stares then walks away.
Stupid ass goats, furs really need to mind their own fucking business. I stumble back to my apartment and fumble with the key. After getting into my house I pass out on the couch. Adam watches me through the window from his car. "Hmm, this is an intriguing fur," he says now seeing the smoking bong sitting on the table. But something else catches his eye too. The husky is holding a big tiger plushy in his arms and while he sleeps, he passively puts his thumb into his maw. "Hmm, that's interesting; maybe he will be good for the institute, looks like he's already got some experience in being a cub."
*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP* My alarm goes off on my phone and I turn it off. Fuck I hate going to work. I think I'll just stay home today and sleep off my hangover, I think to myself and go back to sleep. My boss calls a few hours later to inform me that this is now the third time I've missed work without calling in and I no longer have a job. I throw my phone in anger. I still have the rest of the month paid for the apartment though so I have a couple weeks to find a new job. Tonight though, I'm going drinking again. I shower off and throw my clothes on. I notice something odd though in the laundry basket. Looks like I pissed my pants. I don't even remember doing that. I shake off thinking nothing of it. Everyone has accidents sometimes after all.
They throw me into a chair and move my paws to each restraint one at a time. A thin silver collar is put around my neck and clicks into place. "I'm not your pet. Get this fuc-," I'm cut off and I scream in agony as the collar shocks me for about 30 seconds. It felt like a tazer but stronger as it surged down my spinal cord. I gasped and panted as I grin. "It felt like I was getting tickled, is that the best you got?" Adam walks in and replies, "Oh, this is only the beginning pup. Process him," he commands the wolves. They un-restrain me and grab my arms holding me standing. I stomp hard on one of their feet and as I'm about to shove my elbow into his throat. I get shocked again; this time so hard it drops me to all fours. I try not to give that fuck face the satisfaction of letting him hear me in this much pain but it hurts every muscle in my body. It doesn't stop for what felt like an eternity as the wolves laugh.
The wolves have to carry my motionless body into the next area. I'm too disoriented to read what it says on the door and my neurons feel like they're firing randomly because my thoughts are so un-cogent. I'm put down on a table and my chest is strapped to it. The wolves work my pants off and call in one of the vixens I saw the last time I was here in. My eyes open wide, I might not be firing on all cylinders but I know what she's here for... "No, please no. Don't put me in one of those horrible diapers!!" I whimper out feeling quite vulnerable. I wasn't much one for pride but it would be hard to seem intimidating when you wear a diaper like a cub.
The vixen did something that made me blush and I never blush. She just coos softly and lightly tickles my exhausted body. I can't deny she was beautiful and her voice was very soothing. I almost forgot for a second why I was here. I'm quickly reminded as she pulls out a diaper. I whimper softly and she just re-assures me to be a, "good cubby." My face flushes again, "I'm not a cub." I say back in a sheepish voice. I'm so exhausted from running and being shocked; having someone be nice to me was refreshing enough to apparently regress me a bit.
The vixen lifts my legs and slides a thick, crinkly diaper under my rump and powders me up. I sneeze and whine, finally feeling just how much padding the diaper really had as she sets me back down. I can't even feel the table under me, just a padded booster seat. I'm starting to fall asleep but I can't help but blush again at the stupid cub design on the front of the diaper.
My dreams run rampant and thoughts of past boyfriends/girlfriends run through my mind. I was never with someone more than a couple weeks and my number was in the 40's. I remember how crushed they all were when I ended the relationship. I awaken screaming from night terrors only to find that what lay before me in reality, is far worse than the horrors plaguing my dreams. Holy shit, I'm in a cub sleeper. I growl and go to rip it off. Wait, that collar is still on me. I need to get my priorities straight and find a way out. I really have to pee, it's been hours since I got put into this diaper and I'm squirming. Mind over matter, I think to myself. I'm back in a crib *sigh* I hate these people. What fucking weirdo does this to adults? I whimper and curl back up, I'm still really tired and I need rest if I want a chance in hell of getting out of here.
I feel someone grabbing my shoulder and shaking it gently. My reflex is to bite and the vixen scowls at me. I whimper in apology telling her that its reflex and I'm not used to someone waking me up. She nods and checks my diaper. It's still dry but it feels like my bladder is about to explode. I know what they want to achieve but I ask the vixen, "Please I have to use a restroom I feel like I'm going to explode." The vixen shakes her head; "you're wearing your restroom hon." I growl and know that now isn't the time or the place to make my stand.
"Well," the vixen taps her paw.
"Well what," I snarl back.
"Are you going to go or not?"
"I'd rather my bladder ruptured and I died, I don't give a shhhhh," I stop myself from finishing the word since I don't want to get shocked.
"What was that cub? I didn't catch that," the vixen says, taunting me.
"Open your ears stupid, NO," I scream back.
I turn around, "I'm done with you, talk to the tail." I say putting my poufy tail up. The vixen lifts me out of the crib and grabs me by the arm, leading me into the, "playroom." Ugh, It's the room I woke up in when I first got here. I walk out with my head hanging down. I feel defeated but I can't give up hope. After all, no one's perfect and I just had to keep my eyes out for when someone makes a mistake right? The diaper crinkles with every step and I have to waddle with the few steps I take. The sleeper I'm in is baby blue and it has feet attached. Holy fuck I look so stupid. I don't let it bother me for long though. I have to meditate on how I'm going to get free, for good this time! I sit on one of the bed mats I had awoken on when I first arrived and closed my eyes, breathing in and out.
I felt a sense of relaxation and I began to comb my thoughts, the pressure on my bladder causing a major distraction though. I sniffle at my options and know what I have to do. I relax my bladder and begin flooding the diaper. The feeling of peeing my diaper for the first time since I was a cub oddly wasn't that bad. The warmth spreading across my crotch makes my member stand up and now it's really hard to concentrate. It squished when I pushed on the front of it and the soggy feeling was somewhat like that one time I spilled oatmeal on my crotch while I was eating naked. I lose myself in all the new feelings that are emerging but viciously push them back. I finally get back to my plan. I doubted I would be able to make the vixens drop me again to get a chance at running. I also still had this stupid collar on my neck. Being electronic, I figured I could easily defeat it with a decent magnet but the doors now had to be opened from the outside.
What the hell am I to do about this? I see nothing but soft toys and adults playing with them. I'm fairly certain that most of them have been regressed down to a younger mindset because no one attempted to do anything a grown adult normally would. That fox with the full sleeve was looking curiously at me. I too had a tattoo but it was covered by the sleeper; a large phoenix on my left upper arm. He sniffed the air and a grin was on his face as he approached me. My ears folded flat and instinctively I began to show my teeth. "Please just leave me alone," I whisper. I know the fox can hear me but he walks over anyways. He whispers back, "no need to be a grumpy butt. I'm not one of these other cubs."
"Look I'm trying to think up a way out of here, so if you don't mind..."
"You think your first escape attempt was anything. They were just testing you fuck-tard." He stops and whimpers as he takes a shock from the collar. "Though, I will say you were the only one aside from me to stay out overnight."
"Have to think tactically," I say growling, "and if you know tactics then you know they can't see us talking to each other. I understand your message now leave before the vixens interfere!"
The fox knows I'm right and leaves me alone. Gah that damn fox, I'm second guessing myself on everything I think up but what if I wait for another fur to be admitted and set up for testing and escape when they let him out. At what cost though? I would have to stay in diapers and be a fucking cub for hours, days, weeks? I didn't know but this was plan A for now, I guess.
Shit one of the vixens is headed this way. I get up and walk the other direction. Oh damn, she's coming for me. I can see her sniffing the air. I could smell it really bad too as I was waddling away. Urine was making my fur stink but I didn't want to be changed like a cub. This was so stupid, why can't I just use a bathroom. I was cornered! Crap what now... she picks me up like I weigh nothing and carries me over to a changing table. How is she doing this? Ugh, the soggy diaper was feeling gross by now and I was excited to get out of it but my happiness turned to despair as the vixen gets another diaper out. "Noooo! Don't put that on me I hate it!!" My cries are ignored as she swiftly changes my diaper. She pulls out a pair of short-alls and a baby blue onesie. After getting everything pulled on and snapped shut my face was burning. Fuck, this was embarrassing and my patience was wearing thin. I breathe in my nose and out of my maw. A trick to increase oxygen to the brain and allow critical thought. Again, not my time to make a stand. I must be patient to not give myself away. The vixen pats my butt to usher me off to "play." I snarl at her and walk away trotting on all fours. I go back to the bed mat and continue to delve into my brain. Thinking about life, music and fun times I had; to keep me sane for the moment.
To be continued...