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d screamed against the rubber in his
mouth. Then he felt Jennifer's hand on his diapered crotch,
stroking and petting it to reassure him. He tried to relax.
His elbows and ankles were released and he was guided to
an unsteady standing position. He felt Nana's hands work at the many
buckles of the strait jacket and then the rush of cool air against his
wet skin that made him shiver. His diaper hung down between his
legs as Jennifer led him away from his crib. To the shower room?
To one of the tables? He did not know.
The leather cuffs on the metal bar again. So it must be the
shower room. He realized he couldn't smell; an advantage when it
came time to remove the diaper. With his arms suspended
overhead, weight on the balls of his feet, David had no choice but
to let Jennifer do whatever Nana Eikura wanted.
Nana's hands pulled open the snaps on the plastic pants and
then worked at the pins. The hot, humid confinement of the diaper
was suddenly replaced by the cool breath of fresh air. He
shivered. Far off in the distance he heard the sound of running
water and a second later the high pressure stream hit him, stinging
him with it's needle spray. He moaned his protest
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