Chapter 1: The Night of the Party

As I walked home from the party, the cool night air hit my face, a welcome relief from the stifling atmosphere of the crowded house. I had decided to leave early, feeling overwhelmed by the loud music and shallow conversations. The streets were quiet, with only a few stragglers lingering about. I quickened my pace, anxious to get back to the safety of my own home. As I turned the corner onto my street, I noticed a black van slowing down beside me. I didn't think much of it, assuming it was just someone looking for a house. But as I continued walking, the van pulled over and the window rolled down. A woman's voice called out, "Hey, do you need a ride?" I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should trust these strangers. But there was something about the woman's friendly tone that put me at ease. I shook my head, "No, I'm fine. I'm just a block away from my house." The woman's voice turned cold, and she snapped, "Get in." Before I could react, a man jumped out of the van and grabbed me, pulling me towards the open door. I tried to scream, but my voice was muffled as he stuffed me into the van. The woman jumped into the driver's seat, and the man followed, holding me tight. They sped away from the curb, and I was trapped. Panic set in as I struggled to free myself, but the man was too strong. The woman glanced at me in the rearview mirror, her eyes cold and calculating. "You're going to be our little one now," she said, her voice dripping with an unsettling sweetness. The man, who I assumed was her partner, handed her a small bag. She pulled out a set of clothes and handed them to me. "You'll need to change. These will fit better." As I looked down, I saw that I was still wearing my party dress, and my heels were starting to hurt. I reluctantly changed into the clothes, which were a child's size and felt like a uniform. The woman, who introduced herself as Sarah, and the man, who said his name was Mike, started to talk about their plans for me. They mentioned something about me being their "little" and their "sub." I didn't understand what they meant, but their words sent a chill down my spine. Sarah pulled over at a rest stop, and they both got out, leaving me in the backseat. When they returned, Sarah had a bottle, and Mike undressed me, pulling down my new pants and underwear. I was shocked and scared, but they just seemed to be following some sort of twisted routine. Sarah sat down next to me and started to feed me from the bottle, cooing like I was a baby. I was humiliated and terrified, but as I looked into her eyes, I saw a strange affection. Mike watched, a pleased smile on his face. As the night wore on, they continued to infantilize me, dressing me in diapers and feeding me baby food. I was trapped in a living nightmare, with no escape in sight. Eventually, Sarah and Mike took turns having sex with me, their actions justified by some twisted narrative about me being their "little" and their "sub." I was forced to breastfeed them, a sickening and degrading experience. As the first light of dawn crept into the sky, they pulled into a secluded cabin. I was exhausted, physically and emotionally drained. Sarah and Mike seemed to be in a loving relationship, and I was now a part of their twisted world. As I lay on the bed, surrounded by these two people who had kidnapped and abused me, I knew I had to find a way to escape. But for now, I was trapped, forced to endure a life of submission and humiliation.