Alternative Sentence Ch 05 Bath

This is my 5th story in The Facility series. It starts on the third day after Sophie's arrival. Sorry for the oddly short title, i should not have chosen such a long name for the series. As always, all characters are over the age of 18; feedback is appreciated, and enjoy the reading!

Note for all people who are utterly disgusted by scat: if you want to skip it, stop reading at the asterisk and restart reading at the second one. Its not described graphically but it might still offend some of you.

The light came on once more. A by-now familiar shadow came over Sophie, lowered a side of the crib, and started untying her wrists from their straps. Still half asleep, she sat up and put her legs over the edge of the bed.

"Hello sleepyhead! It's time to change your clothes. Arms up!"

Sophie complied, and Isabella took off her pastel pink shirt, leaving her temporarily completely exposed to whoever was watching. She was relieved to discover that she had been the first one to be woken up and all her companions of misfortune were still tied to their cribs.

Isabella produced a light blue shirt from her bag and raised it above Sophie's head. She was quick to raise her arms once more, and Isabella lowered the shirt onto her. She looked down and noticed the shirt had a large heart emblazoned on the front of it... she had to admit it looked somewhat cute, if perhaps slightly childish. She then remembered that the shirt's childishness should hardly cause her humiliation with the diaper taped around her waist clearly visible. Thinking of her diaper brought to her attention the fact she once again felt the need to use it quite badly... very well, she'd relieve herself on the way to breakfast. It was when it would call the least attention, and she knew there were no hopes she'd be allowed to use a toilet any time soon.

Isabella brought her usual blue stroller in front of Sophie and helped her climb into it before securing her into the seat and calling another of the caretakers who had just come into the room to bring her to breakfast. She was pushed down the same corridor of the day before and brought to the same room, where she was again strapped into an adult-sized baby chair. One of the caretakers opened her gag and fed her spoonful after spoonful of a mush similar to the day before, although she found that today's tasted more of pear than the one she was fed yesterday. Once again remembering Mary's thorough spanking, she ate without resistance. She started wondering what might have driven the girl to start masturbating in clear view of their caretaker. It was impossible that she had gotten so horny within a day that she could not resist her urges. Perhaps she just wanted to do something to displease Isabella? She was frankly puzzled.

In the meanwhile, Mary, Emily, and Rebecca had all been brought into the room, all wearing different shirts than the day before. Sophie noticed that some of them were wearing wet diapers. They were all strapped into their respective highchairs and fed the same mush she was being fed, and they all begrudgingly (or, in Emily's case, enthusiastically) gulped it down. She noticed that Mary was shifting awkwardly in her seat, although Sophie couldn't figure out whether it was because her cheeks still hurt from the previous day's spanking or if she was using her diaper.

Sophie finished her jar first and was untied from her highchair and helped back into her green stroller by Isabella. She then pushed Sophie out of the room, down the corridor, but instead of the room with the toys of the day before, they entered a much smaller room. Isabella closed the door behind them. This room had a changing table to one side and a rather large drawer to the other, and an office chair in the middle. Isabela pushed Sophie in front of the chair, unstrapped her from the stroller, sat on the chair, and pulled her onto her lap. Sophie wondered at what she was about to do. Somewhat surprisingly, although not as surprising as it had been the first time, Isabella produced a baby bottle from her bag, unscrewed the middle of Sophie's pacifier, and inserted the nipple of the bottle into Sophie's mouth whilst reclining her head backwards to encourage her to drink it. Presented with no other choice, she drank the warm contents of the bottle. She realized she was starting to grow accustomed to the taste of warm milk.

When the bottle was empty, Isabella put it back into the bag and screwed the nipple of the pacifier-gag back into place. She then said:

*"I know 'letting it go' for the first time here can be tough. Since you haven't caused any significant trouble since you got here, I thought I'd make your first time a bit more fun and a bit more private. Now, who wants to go on the horsie?" The last words were pronounced in an even more childish tone than the one Isabella normally used with them. Sophie didn't have much time to ponder their meaning, however, as Isabella grabbed both her hands, moved her astride onto one of her knees, and started bouncing her up and down. Although she hadn't been feeling in any way more aroused than usual that day, the first impact of her vulva on Isabella's knee, even if muffled by the chastity belt, sent starbursts of pleasure shooting up through her spine, and from there it was nothing but a crescendo. She almost didn't notice the growing pressure in her lower stomach, but when she did, it was too late. Distracted by her unnatural horniness, so acute as to make her feel frustrated in the short time between the pleasure of each landing onto her caretaker's knee, she had no hope of avoiding messing herself. Only when Isabella slowly reduced the frequency of her jumps, eventually bringing Sophie to a near standstill whilst still rocking her forwards and backwards to give her some small amount of stimulation, did Sophie's arousal-clouded brain register the warm mush packed into the seat of her diaper and its origin. The weight of what she had done dawned on her in an instant, and she collapsed forwards, onto the body of her caretaker, whilst still unintentionally humping her knee.

Isabella wasted no time in hugging her, and a few tears of humiliation started streaming from Sophie's dopey eyes. Isabella got up, the girl still in her arms with her eyes shut from embarrassment, and carried Sophie to the changing table. She secured her mittens to the restraints above her head as she always did and once again removed the centre of her pacifier to allow her to breathe better. She took off her diaper, balled it up, and threw it into a pail. Having done that, she took a box of wet wipes and started cleaning Sophie's nethers. The girl had meanwhile managed to bring her breathing back under control but still tried to push her hips against Isabella's hand whenever she tried to clean some of her more sensible spots. After failing a few times to receive any stimulation from the act, she was ultimately deterred from further attempts by a playful but firm spank to her bum.

Much to Sophie's surprise, by the time her mittens were untied, her bottom was squeaky clean but still undiapered, causing her exposed "Good Girl belt" to glisten in the neon lights of the room. She gestured towards it with an inquisitive look in her eyes, but Isabella just told her, "Don't worry about it, sweetie; we'll get you back into a diaper soon enough. Meanwhile, do try not to piddle yourself whilst you're not padded."

Sophie didn't think she would ever wish to have a diaper put onto her, but as Isabella helped her into her stroller and fastened her straps around her almost naked bottom, she couldn't help but miss the crinkly garment, which would have provided her with at least some protection from her surroundings. As these thoughts made their way through Sophie's mind, Isabella opened the door to the small room and pushed her down the hallway.

They arrived at a door that Sophie had never seen before. Isabella, as usual, placed her thumb on the flat notch of the handle and opened the door before pushing the stroller in. The room was porcelain-tiled, contained a couple of drawers on the other side of the room, and had a water drain in the middle, but except for that, it was empty. There were, however, four doors on the sides of the room. They entered the nearest one.

Inside the room was a bathtub, about the same depth and width as the sort one might find inside a regular home, but quite a bit longer, reaching from one corner of the room to another. As they entered the even smaller room, Sophie saw Mary, completely naked except for her chastity belt, still in her purple stroller, waiting in a corner. Isabella left Sophie in the same corner, unstrapped Mary, and helped her get into the tub.

"Attagirl! Now, kneel down for me... right, just like that. Now stay still. Safety first!"

Isabella extracted an odd object from her bag. It was a small square piece of metal with four straps attached. She bound Mary's ankles with two of the straps and her mittens with the other two, leaving her almost completely immobilised in a kneeling position. Isabella then walked back to Sophie, seated her at the edge of the tub, took off her shirt, and bound her in the same manner as Mary, facing towards her on the other edge of the tub. The sheer absurdity of finding herself nearly naked and in such a helpless position in front of another woman who was in the same state made her forget the awkwardness of the situation for a moment. She briefly giggled from behind her pacifier. Mary giggled back.

Isabella reached over them and opened the faucet of the tub. It started filling with warm water. As the tub slowly filled, Sophie couldn't stop herself from noticing the return of the neediness that had suddenly struck her a few minutes ago. The rising water did little to smother the flame that had rekindled itself between her thighs.

As the water reached the height of the kneeling girls' breasts, Isabella walked back over to the tub and poured a purple liquid from a bottle into it. After a few seconds, the surface of the water started being covered in white, foamy bubbles. Contemporarily, she took a sponge and started scrubbing Mary's torso bit by bit, then her hair, then her legs, and although Sophie couldn't see what was happening under the bubbles, Mary's dopey eyes and muffled moans hinted at special attention being paid to the area normally concealed by her diaper.

A series of unsatisfied grunts marked the end of Mary's cleaning. Isabella moved over to Sophie. The soft sponge passed over her back, then over the front of her body, then over and under her arms... although she could have leaned away from her caretaker, Sophie had to admit the treatment was rather enjoyable and even relaxing. Then came the turn for her head, and finally (she was subconsciously holding her breath for this moment), Isabella sunk her arms into the bubbles of the tub. Her lower stomach came first, then the sponge started slowly moving lower and lower with every pass, starting to rub on the border on her belt and finally reaching what little border area of her labia peeked from her ornament. Sophie had hoped to receive at least a modicum of relief, but every pass of the sponge left her even more desperate than the one before. The sponge continued its maddeningly gentle horizontal movements until it reached her perineum, whereupon Isabella gave one last push onto the bottom of the chastity belt, not enough to stimulate her in the slightest but enough for her to miss the pressure when it was gone. When she saw the sponge coming back out of the water, Sophie wanted to scream in frustration.

"Well, that's two perfectly cleaned girls! I'll leave you alone for a couple of minutes to play. Remember to behave!"

And, with that, Isabella dried off her arms and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Sophie stared at the closed door for a couple more seconds, baffled that she would leave them there like that. She then looked back in front of her and noticed that Mary had been slowly inching her way towards her during her cleaning using what little freedom her restraints gave her and was now barely a foot away from her. She shuffled slightly closer, until her knees were touching hers, and they looked each other in the eyes for a moment, as if questioning what they were about to do. A moment was all the time that was necessary. As rapidly as they could, they moved into a position where each other's chastity belt was resting on the other person's thigh. Mary didn't even wait until Sophie was in the same position before she started humping. Just like Sophie's horse ride earlier that day, she was so aroused she could hardly bear the time between a grind against the belt and the next. The chastity belt's silicone lining evenly redistributed the pressure over all of her labia, leading every single buck to leave her more wanting for the next but not allowing her to approach a climax. Finally, after about a minute of this torture, although an orgasm still felt beyond reach, she could at least see a path to one, if she didn't faint from oxygen deprivation first. This frightening thought just made her hump faster and dig her own thigh deeper between Mary's. She could barely see any more, and her moans were starting to be heard beyond her pacigag. Just a bit closer... just that tiny bit closer...

"What do we have here? Two very naughty girls playing together in a way they know they are not supposed to"

Isabella was leaning over them from the side of the tub. They had been so concentrated on their mutual humping they hadn't even noticed her coming in. They both turned to face her with guilty expressions while still instinctually rubbing against one another.

"Well, since this is the third day since you arrived here and you should be allowed a little treat today... You were still two very naughty girls, but I see no harm in letting you two finish your little game." Isabella put both her hands inside her bag, produced two identical black remotes, and pressed a button. The vibrator planted inside of Sophie's and Mary's lower lips sprung to life, and a long and continuous moan escaped from behind both pacifiers. They quickly realized, however, that the vibrator was on its lowest setting, not nearly powerful enough for a climax by itself. The two girls looked at one another, then Isabella, then back at each other, and started humping each other even more intensely than before. A couple of minutes later, two sets of eyes lolled upwards into their eyelids, and two continuous moans were heard almost in unison. The two semi-fainted girls fell backwards, their thighs still interlocked, and Isabella grabbed them and laid them against the edge of the tub before pulling the drain and preparing two towels, one purple and one green.

When the two girls came back to their senses, Isabella untied Mary's ankles from her restraints and sat her astride on the emptying bathtub. She took the purple towel, opened it up, and swaddled Mary with it. She then dried her for a few seconds, untied her wrists, put her t-shirt back onto her, and strapped her back into her stroller. It was then Sophie's turn to be wrapped in the warm cloth and dried. Still hazy after her orgasm, she didn't even feel humiliated by the fact she had just been forcefully bathed together with another woman and was now being dried up like a child.

She just felt relaxed and cozy. Everything was just perfect.

She raised her arms for her t-shirt when it was presented to her without even thinking about it, and, before she knew it, she was strapped back into her own green stroller next to Mary. Without saying a word, Isabella rolled up the towels she had just dried off the two girls with under her arm and left the room, closing the door behind her.

For the first time, the two girls were now alone together. They avoided each other's gaze for a while, and then Sophie tried saying a few words about what had just happened, but all her attempts at speech were transformed into unintelligible sounds by her pacifier. Unable to communicate, Sophie started thinking about what had just happened. She had, with no second thought, started humping another girl whilst receiving a bath, knowing that it might lead to dire consequences for them both. She knew she had likely, at some point in the morning, been drugged with aphrodisiacs, but this didn't make her feel less ashamed of her conduct. Still, Isabella hadn't punished her yet, so maybe they had been forgiven? She dared to hope.

As she was thinking that, two caretakers from the staff entered the small room. It was in this moment that the two girls realized they were still naked under the waist save for their belts, so they attempted to cover themselves with their mittens. Much to their dismay, the caretakers came to the front of their strollers and snapped both of their wrists to restraints at their sides. They then pushed both one after the other out of the small room, out the first door, and back into the corridor. A corner turn later, they were in front of the same "playroom" they had been in the day before. One of the caretakers opened the door.

Inside, they saw Rebecca sitting against a wall, still wearing her spreader bars on her wrists and ankles, and Emily playing with a pack of Dominos, attempting to stack them one on top of the other despite her mittens. More surprisingly, a table-shaped object had appeared in the centre of the room, about two meters long and slightly less than a meter wide, with what looked like a rectangular purple cushion covering the top and two smaller, cylindrical, pink cushions on the short sides.

The two caretakers stopped the strollers in the same corner as the day before. The two girls already in the room turned to look at the new arrivals but averted their gaze upon realising they weren't wearing diapers.

Isabella walked up to the women still strapped in the stroller and said, "You two know you've been very naughty girls, trying to get off when you weren't allowed to. And now we're going to teach you not to do just that. Now, I have a proposal: if you two go through your punishment, staying still and with no need to tie you to the spanking bench, I'm going to forgive you, and today's little "incident" won't prevent you from moving up a behaviour level when your "friends" graduate. Do you two agree?"

In a moment, Sophie realised the direness of her current situation. She was going to be spanked no matter what she did; it was only a question of whether she'd be well behaved during the punishment or not. She knew that if she didn't accept, she might be stuck in her restraints significantly longer... She nodded her head vigorously. She then turned to her right, where she saw Mary's face also nodding, but at a much less enthusiastic rate, and a few tears were running over her cheeks. Sophie remembered Mary had already been made an example of the day before and was about to be punished again. A shiver of fear ran through her.

"Ok then, let's start with Sophie." Isabella undid the straps keeping her in the stroller. She then extracted a small key from her bag. She lowered herself to be on level with Sophie, and she inserted the key into a small hole in Sophie's Good Girl belt. The three pieces of the belt detached at the front and fell onto the seat of the pram. For the first time in three days, that infernal device was off of her... She just wished the reason for that wasn't to allow her buns to be more conveniently spanked. Upon realising she was now completely naked except for her t-shirt, Sophie tried to cover herself with her hands. Realising that they were still restrained to the sides of the stroller, she crossed over her knees.

Isabella detached her mittens from their cuffs and told her to waddle to the table-shaped object she had seen earlier. Seeing no other option, she scurried towards it, trying to keep the amount of people seeing her naked backside to a minimum. Once arrived, Isabella lifted her and placed her stomach down onto what she had now figured out to be a spanking bench of some sort. To her horror, her waist was placed exactly onto the cylindrical cushion she had seen earlier, lifting her naked butt into the air into a prime position to be spanked raw.