The Crimson Crown

I groaned as my arms were pinned behind me, the shackles leading from my wrists connecting to my ankles, forcing me to shuffle down the corridors of what was my new home. At our arrival, I had thought Dorian was going to have our men fight their way out, but as the gates entrapped us and bowmen took up positions on the wall, we realized how hopeless our situation had been. We were forced from our carriage, shackled, and sent separate ways. I find myself being escorted through the halls of the castle, surrounded by men of a foreign nation. What happened to our armies? What happened to the guards?

As we travel, I start to see remnants of a battle, one they had hurriedly swept to clean up and hide, luring us in. Carpets sat stained with blood, tapestries battle-torn, scraps and cuts lined once beautiful murals. Dorian had told me to keep our abilities secrete, assuming the enemy wasn’t already well away. I didn’t have the training to break my way free even if I wanted to; I had no clue what I was doing with the Four Winds, not against an enemy force. Healing and calling down rains upon the enemy would do nothing in freeing us.

It was to that end I found myself surrounded by men, forced deeper into the castle. Where were we going? I hadn’t visited the castle’s dungeons, and I feared what I would find there. However, instead, I found myself being led to the queen’s chambers. What in the storms? We stepped up to the door, the door opened, and I was roughly shoved into the nursery, the door shutting behind me with an ominous THUNK. The Queen was there in the room, dressed only in a diaper and a skimpy nighty. She glanced up at me, our eyes meeting.

What was going on? Before I could ask, a servant clad in yellow stepped up to me and began undoing my restraints. It was a female attendant, although she looked strong enough to be a part of the military herself. She gave me a stern look as she started undoing my shackles, “You are going to be a good girl when I remove these,” she warned, “There are hundreds of men outside that would love to restrain you, should I fail, but I think you’ll find me more than capable of controlling a little girl like yourself.”

I gritted my teeth, determined to remain stoic in the face of this new threat, “What’s going on? Why am I here? What are you doing?”

“I assume, as a princess, you fall under the same care as the queen,” the woman mused, pulling my skirts up and seeing my padded underwear, much to my shame, “as expected.” she chuckled, “If your kingdom sees you as nothing more than children, we’d be damned not to treat you the same. Your capital has fallen, but not everyone has bent the knee yet. You’ll be held for ransom until they do.” she said simply, removing my shackles and then, to my shame, my dress as well, leaving me dressed in only a diaper.

“What about my husband?” I demanded, “Where’s he?” I asked, trying desperately not to cover my naked breasts, not to allow this woman to think that I felt shy before her.

The woman shook her head, grinning, “Sit down, baby,” she ordered, pointing her finger to the ground, “that’s none of your concern. I’m here to keep you two pacified, and since you both seem to love playing as babies, I’ll make sure it happens.” 

I stared at her and she stared back, lifting an eyebrow in challenge, flexing her muscles. I realized that I would never win against this woman in a physical altercation, even if an entire army didn’t back her, and I begrudgingly sat. She smirked, “Good girl, now, I expect this bottle to empty in the next twenty minutes, or you’ll be spanked.” she said, forcing a bottle into my hands. 

The bottle seemed to contain a similar white liquid to the formula, but something seemed off about it. “What the storms is it?” I asked.

I felt her fingers intertwining in my hair, pulling my head back sharply, forcing me to meet her eyes as she leaned in, “Babies don’t curse,” she hissed, “If you address me, you’ll use my honorific, which, for you, is Mommy.” she chuckled, “Do you understand, baby?” 

I growled, my hands trying to protect my poor head, and she tightened her grip, eliciting a yelp of pain, “Fine, yes, I understand, Mommy.” I glowered, my eyes avoiding hers.

She let go, “Good, now, drink, I’ll be back shortly.”

With that, she left to the side room, leaving the Queen and me alone. I glanced at her, she had been very quiet during the altercation, a pacifier in her mouth. “What happened?” I asked her, whispering, “When did this all happen? Are you okay? What happened to the guards? To our armies?”

The Queen shrugged, pointing to the pacifier and trying to pull it out, but it seemed stuck in her mouth; she gave me a pained look. I cocked my head to the side, “They stuck that to you? You can’t remove it?” I whispered.

She shook her head, seeming forlorn. “Wonderful.” I grumbled, reluctantly bringing the bottle to my lips and nearly spitting it out as I tasted it, “What the heck is this?” I asked. 

The liquid inside tasted foul and bitter. It was some form of formula, but nothing like anything I’d ever tasted. “You like it?” The woman asked from the doorway, grinning, “It’s my recipe. A growing baby needs lots of vitamins and minerals; that’s a combination of a bunch of different veggies and sprouts! Finish every drop, baby.” she laughed, pulling back out of the room.

I gave the bottle a disgusted look before glancing to the Queen, “Did you have to drink this crap as well?” I asked.

The Queen nodded. Wonderful, simply wonderful. I tried to drink once more at the threat of being punished and gagged as I did, my eyes watering. Now that I was expecting it, I could taste a plethora of different fruits and veggies that had been blended. It created a nasty mixture, but knowing what it was helped. After a few swallows, I let up, gagging, “Do I have to?” I whispered to the Queen, pleading in my eyes.

She looked down and nodded sadly. I sighed but continued to drink the foul concoction, forcing it down. One thing was for sure: if we got free, no, when we got free, I wouldn’t complain about the formula the King forced me to drink. I couldn’t allow myself to think about not escaping, there was a way out of this, I just had to find it. Around halfway through the bottle, I felt a gurgling in my tummy, an ominous feeling. I groaned, doubling over, my hand to my stomach in agony as a cramp hit. 

The Queen seemed to be avoiding my eyes again as I found myself on the brink of losing control. I glanced at the bottle and then back to her, “They spiked it, didn’t they?” I asked.

The Queen nodded reluctantly. Storms, I was not about to do this in a diaper again, no way, no how. I stood on shaky legs, looking for a spot to relieve myself, right as the woman leaned in, maybe hearing me stand. “What do you think you are doing?” she demanded.

“I need to use the restroom,” I stated firmly.

The woman entered the room fully, hands on her hips now as she stared me down. “Pardon, what was that, baby?” she asked, her voice gruff and hostile.

I growled but reluctantly reworded my statement, “I need to use the restroom, Mommy.”

“Better.” she smirked, shaking her head, “Honestly, I don’t know how you people were ever allowed to be in charge. You are wearing your potty, baby,” she said dismissively.

“You spiked this drink!” I said indignantly, motioning toward the bottle, “That’s not very nice, Mommy.” I spat.

She grinned, stepping toward me, “Oh, it’s not, is it?” she asked, cocking her head, “Babies make lots of poopies every day; I thought for sure you’d be used to it already.”

Before I knew what was happening, she grabbed my arm and pulled me to one of the chairs in the room, sitting herself and pulling me over her lap. Storms, this woman was strong! I yelped in surprise as she forced me down low, my bum sticking high into the air. “Since you wanted to make such a big fuss about it,” she chastised, “Now you can fill your diaper like this!” 

I felt her hand over my bum, cradling it, feeling me up, “Let it go.” she demanded as I felt another cramp take hold. “Show me what a baby you really are.”

I whimpered, squirming across her lap, her hand easily pinning my arms behind my back. “Please, no,” I whined as I felt myself lose control and begin filling my diaper.

Her hand was there, feeling my diaper expand, her hand squeezing it and mushing it about to my utter disgust, “This is what you are; you are nothing more than a diaper-filling baby; you were never meant for the throne; this is your natural place, at the foot of a responsible adult.”

I squirmed, trying to get free, but she effortlessly held me in place, her hand mushing my bum as I fought to get away, the utter disgust of filling my diaper and her playing with it growing too much for me. “Please, let me go!” I whined, fighting back tears.

The woman snorted, “Not a chance, this, your Highness, if the most you’ll amount to as a queen, I’m surprised you were ever permitted to leave the nursery; you’re just a baby.” 

I finally broke, starting to cry over the woman's lap. She continued to play with my rear, ensuring I was completely cleaned out before sitting me up, “Aww, is the baby sad.” she asked, making a sad face at me, mocking me. “Poor baby, she’s probably hungry here; let Mommy help.”

With that, the woman grabbed my half-empty bottle and forced it into my mouth with a grin. I tried to fit back, but she was simply too strong; she held me with ease, grinning as I fought. “Drink.” she ordered, “Or else you’ll end up like her,” she added, nodding to the Queen.

Reluctantly, I allowed myself to drink the foul concoction. It took me longer than normal to finish the storming bottle, my tummy growing uncomfortable and full. I never grew used to the taste; it was awful. As I finished the bottle, she pulled it free, grinning, “Good girl, see, feel better?” she asked, my tummy grumbling ominously.

“At least change me. Don’t leave me like this, please, Mommy,” I begged her.

The woman laughed, “Oh gosh no, I’m not changing you, absolutely not, you are disgusting!” she said, shaking her head, “Besides, you aren’t done filling that diaper; you are going to go ride on Mr. Horsey until you are all done, and then the Queen can change you. I am certainly not dealing with that.” 

With that, the woman scooped me up as my tummy grumbled, a cramp hitting me as I lost control again. She laughed, carrying me over to a wooden rocking horse and before I could react, forced me onto it. I felt my diaper squish beneath me, the utter disgust evident on my face as she loomed over my head. I grunted, feeling the fresh mess force its way into my diaper, pressed against the hardwood of the rocking horse.

“Now, play, rock for my amusement,” she ordered with a grin.

When I didn’t immediately comply, she grabbed the horse and began rocking it back and forth for me, “Or, if you don’t, I’ll leave you in that filth overnight, your choice.”

I reluctantly took hold of the handholds and began rocking, tears streaming down my eyes in utter shame and humiliation. I rocked for several minutes, lifting my rear as my body forced me to fill my diaper more, and each time, the woman stood behind me, her hands on my shoulders, and forced me back into the filth. 

As I finished relieving myself and rocking for the woman's entertainment, she seemed to grow bored. She stepped away, shaking her head, “You people are disgusting.” she said, throwing down a spare diaper in my lap, “Go have her clean you up.” she ordered, motioning towards the Queen, “How you got into power, I’ll never know.”

With that, she plopped herself down in one of the other chairs as I gingerly climbed from the rocking horse, tears still streaming down my face. The Queen seemed to show me pity, motioning for me to lay down before her as I handed her the fresh diaper, the other woman watching us like a hawk. It was there, as I was laid down, my messy diaper pulled open, and the Queen set to work cleaning me; I broke, bawling my eyes out.