Alina 1 - 3

Chapter 1

It took her a moment to look at him. To focus on his features and really take in what she was looking at. The boy was strapped in an adult stroller, bibbed, diapered, and wearing a lavender onesie. His eyes were closed, probably dreaming of some faraway place or the life he had left behind. Her knees became weak, and she braced herself on the marble column. He was perfect. The blond hair, soft face, tall, and looked exactly like what she always sought after. She approached, huffing and grinning widely. His breath labored up and down, fast asleep from the drugs, no doubt. She brushed his cheek and pulled away to her mother. She had wheeled him in. She couldn’t get the words out of her mouth; she simply shook her head and smiled.

“I hope you like him; he was very expensive,” her mother walked to bring them both in front of him. “I hope this one lasts longer than the last one. The maids are getting a little scared, which one of them might be next on your trip.” She snapped her fingers, and a maid came from the corridor. “Take him upstairs to Alina’s room; she can play with him after dinner.”

Dinner was brief. Alina stuffed herself with everything in sight, then asked to be excused. Her mother lectured her a bit on proper behavior, then released her. Alina rushed up the stairs through the large granite entrance, up the red-lined stairs to her vaulted bedroom. Her hands pressed upon the door to ease it open. There he was. Still sound asleep, bound to his stroller. She licked her lips like a lion looking at its prey. Too many had come before him, too many had failed her expectations. He had not even opened his mouth yet, and she knew he was going to be different. He stirred in his binds, and she inhaled quickly. He breathed deeply and opened his eyes. His head leaned forward, and his eyelids slowly raised. Hazel eyes. She got lost for a moment staring at them. He wasn’t just looking; he was examining her. A defiant look to an extent. That was it though, just a look he gave her. No struggling , no screaming, barely any reaction. Most fought from the very beginning, but he seemed to know what he was doing here. Something like he was in control. She scoffed. It was time to show this baby boy who he was. Without saying a word, she released the pacifier from his mouth. Spit dripped off onto his bib and her hand. Still, he said nothing. Just a few breathes from his mouth, taking in the deep air that had been denied to him. Next, she undid the straps binding him to the stroller. They all conjoined to the center, just above his belly button. A small key unlocked the device, and everything unhinged. She flung them to the sides of the stroller and once again stepped back.

Maybe he is just too tired to do anything. Is he stilled drugged?

She was looking forward to beating him into submission, but he already seemed to be submissive. His body, not his mind. His eyes still looked at her, suggesting she was merely there for him.

“Do you know why you’re here?” Alina asked as she sat in a chair, arms and legs crossed just a few feet away from him.

“It looks like I was bought by you,” he voiced a little weakly. It would have been a few days since he had said a word.

“That is right. I have bought you. Which means I own all of you. I get to do whatever I please with you,” Alina stood up and walked back to her door. “I chose my playmates very carefully. They are all my babies. In almost every regard. In the past, I have had not the best luck,” she spun around and approached him quickly. She smacked him hard against the face. He coughed and let out a yell. “All the pain and pleasure you will feel is because of me.”

He returned his gaze towards her, still the defiance remained and said, “It is a pleasure to be in your service then.” She smacked him again on the opposite side of the face. This time, he fell from this stroller to the ground. His limbs were still numb from the drugs. He couldn’t get up.

“In time you will learn to respect and obey,” she smirked. “Look at you, so pathetic. Diapered and can’t even stand by yourself. Whoever you were before this, you didn’t deserve to be.” The sweetness she felt for him had been overcome with power.

He flipped onto his back and breathed deeply for a couple of times.”I would be careful not to break me so fast,” a small chuckle escaped him between breaths. Her foot struck him in the stomach then on the side. “Very abusive, no wonder why you can’t find anyone.”

Taunting still?

“You think you can just keep saying things like that without getting punished? Do you want to be crippled or something?” she enforced. He held his side and sat up on the floor. His eyes once again found her, but this time the look was more worried. Those eyes didn’t seem worried for himself, but for her. “Fuck,” she whispered to herself, and crouched next to him. “Why are you acting so cool right now? You signed your life away.”

He wiped his lips and rubbed his cheeks, then stated, “This is what I deserve. If I can serve you in some way. That is all I can do. Let me help you.” This is why she swore under her breath. She sensed that look he gave her. He strived to be more than just her plaything.

She pointed at him, “You annoy me” and started to laugh as she stood.

A maid busted through the door, “My miss are you alright?” her face was worried. Her mother and a couple of maids followed behind her. They all looked at the boy on the floor. His face was already bright red from the slaps from earlier.

“Alina, is everything alright? I haven’t heard you laugh in a while. Is your new toy alright?” her mother moved through the maids into the room. Alina’s laughter grew softer, and she caught her breath.

“Oh, he’s as perfect as I thought, mother,” She snapped her fingers, “bring me some diapers and a change of clothes for him. Also, bring a crib. He needs to sleep with his mommy the first couple of nights.” Her head turned to him, she couldn’t tell by his face, but the way he was fidgeting around, he was blushing.

Chapter 2

The morning brought a stillness to the new house that was not evident yesterday. He lay bound to a wooden crib next to Alina’s bed. The large windows gave him a glimpse of the outside grounds. His new residence looked like it resided on a hill. It overlooked a small forest and lake. The trees were golden, and little knolls of grass scattered all around. He was sure that he would see them sometime, but at the moment, through the window and balcony ribs, he smiled. He turned his head to look at Alina. She lay sprawled out on her massive bed. After the outburst, the night was pretty calm. She changed him in front of her maids and made sure he knew that he was no longer going to be a big boy. She must have been tired because she didn’t stay up much longer. She bid him away to his crib and turned off the lights. He struggled against his bonds. His diaper was soaked, and he was uncomfortable with being on his back all night. He started pulling at first, but then began to thrash. He pulled to the right, then left, until the crib slid across the tiles, making a screech.

“What the fu-“ Alina sat straight up in bed. Her chestnut hair was in shambles, and her face was scrunched as she peered over at him. She slithered to the side of the bed that looked upon him. “Oh, sweetie, what is it?” He pretended to still be asleep. His head was turned toward the windows. “Oh, is our sweets still asleep?”

Alina let the side of the crib fall and climbed in. Her legs straddled him, and she applied pressure to his diapered crotch. She had his attention now. He turned his head, her hand removed the pacifier gag from his mouth, and grabbed at his hair. Their mouths collided; she started to grind upon him, her tongue worked in his mouth, in and out. He moaned loudly as he tried to catch his breath. He tried to say something, but bit his lip and continued. Her hips went faster, and so did his. The crib screeched back and forth, and his diaper crinkled loudly. Their moans grew louder, and then she pressed hard, let out a breath. Her tongue whipped around her teeth. He was frustrated that he couldn’t grab at her; he could barely work his body. It was like he was being smothered. She went back to kissing him. She pressed his head against the bottom of the crib, gave him a final kiss, sucking on his tongue as she withdrew. She swung her legs to the side of the crib and stood up. He gasped and pulled to grab her back.

“Please,” his voice was weak and lustful. He shouldn’t say anything , but he couldn’t help it. All that returned was Alina’s wicked smile. He tried to motion with every inch of him to get her back on top of him. His eyes, his breathing, his mouth, they all screamed to continue. She then pulled off her clothes and left her room. With no energy left, he slammed his head against the pillow and bucked as much as he could until he eventually fell back asleep.

Alina showered, got dressed, and made her way down to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. She knew that her baby would be asleep for a bit after that. One of her maids had waffles and bacon already made, waiting for her. She sat down and let out a sigh. Maybe she should wait. Set up the high chair and make a mess. She giggled to herself. The maid emerged from the pantry; Mina was her name. Long black hair, small frame, and good with all food.

“Well, my lady, you seem to be having fun. We thought you might have been on a depressing streak,” Mina said as she slid a glass of orange juice in front of Alina.

It was true. It had been a while since Alina was having fun. Pressures from elsewhere were keeping her at a distance, and she had no way to relieve herself from such “emotions and interests.” In the past, her pleasures could be satisfied, but it always would turn to something else. Disinterest, hate, sadness, and all other negative emotions. It seemed that men and women could not keep up with what she wanted.

“It is interesting, isn’t it?” Alina stuffed her face with a waffle. “This boy shows up out of nowhere. Perfect. Although…” She took a sip of orange juice and cleared her throat, “Something is strange about him. He seems way too willing. I had pets in the past being submissive, but he seems to have that and the will to fight.”

“That sounds kind of contradictory,” Mina was back to making more waffles for the rest of the house. “Be careful, miss. We don’t want you falling for him.”

Alina choked on her last waffle. “What are you talking about! Absurd. Absolutely out of the question!” She hit her chest. Close one. Death by waffles would be an interesting way to go. “Look here, Mina, pets are for pleasure only! P-L-E-A-S-U-R-E. Nothing else.”

“I am well aware of how to spell pleasure, miss,” Mina chuckled. “Just let this one talk a little. They are boring when they just sit and make strange noises all the time.”

“Of course. There are a lot of things he needs to say.” She was looking forward to making him beg for his diapers, then recite that he is no longer a big boy. A great pleasure came from the self-admittance from her pets. She finished the last of her orange juice and bid Mina a farewell. It was time to get her baby out and about, meet the grounds that he would be bound to. She skipped through the main entrance, back up to her room. Wall-lined with her lineage hung on the large walls that surrounded her. Large windows cast themselves across walls with light shining onto the white marble that they were made of. Alina swung the doors open. The crib remained where it was left. Gate to the floor, baby still inside. She crept to his side. His eyes moved from the window to her. She swept her hand across his forehead, wiping his hair to the side. “You don’t look so good.” He gave an unapproved turn of the head to look back out the window.

“I wonder why,” he said as he tried to shift away from her, but he was still kept in place. Her hands moved to the straps and started to remove them one by one. When they were off, she pulled him towards her. He resisted a bit, but let himself be taken. She placed his head on her lap, looking down at him. Her hair swung to the left side.

“It’s time to see the grounds. You will have to do a bit of crawling today,” she noted as he averted his eyes from hers, but then refocused as she continued, “I expect you to be good, or Mommy will have to punish you, understand?” She brushed his forehead again. He closed his eyes, taking in the nice sensation. If she kept it up, he would be asleep in no time.

“I understand,” he responded.

She raised her eyebrows. “You understand what?” She gave him a stern look. “I think it’s time you address me properly.”

“I understand, Miss,” he replied, and she flicked his forehead. “M-mommy,” he corrected. She gave an approving smile and returned to stroking his forehead. This isn’t so bad. He smiled back at her.

Chapter 3

It was a chilly afternoon filled with autumn wind. The trees were all shades of red and yellow with the sun raised high. Ever so often, the clouds would step in front, providing a blanket of shade. Alina opened the doors to her porch from her room. The land that he had been staring at for the last day and a half was about to be revealed. She had dressed him up in a baby blue romper with an odd fleece long-sleeve shirt underneath. His feet nestled in what seemed to be Mary Janes for boys with ruffle cream-white socks. Of course, two disposable diapers and a strap that hung a pacifier attached to his shirt could not be left out. He was excited to get outside, but at the same time, apprehensive to be seen as he was. Every move gave loud crinkle noises from his waist, and he wouldn’t even walk properly. He knew he had been seen by others in his new condition, but most of the time, he was asleep. His stomach turned, and his face grew deep shades of red as Alina pulled him out onto the porch.

“Look, sweetie, the hills of Avaden are over there, the pools of Shinma are those over there,” she pointed. “They all belong to us; this is our country,” she continued, but her words were lost to him as he looked around. The porch was built out of stones with two stairways exiting from both sides. The distance showed rolling hills filled with valleys and lakes. The mansion looked like it was on a large hill that overlooked one of the valleys, but he had not seen around the outside yet. They could be on the side of a mountain for all he knew. “I would make you crawl up here, but the stone does no good for the knees.” She stopped to think, biting her thumb, “but that hasn’t stopped me before; nah, you will look cuter on the grass in front of our guests.”

“Guests? What guests?” He felt his legs go into fourth gear, ready to bolt. “I thought we would just see, you know, maids and stuff.”

“And stuff? No, we are having a garden party to celebrate the New Treaty Tour,” Alina waited for a second. “You know what?” She stared at him, a little too long for his liking.

“What?” he questioned nervously.

“I haven’t even named you,” she turned to look out at the fields, “What was your name? You know, before we bought you.” Since he arrived, his memory had been foggy. He thought it might have been the drugs, but now he tried to remember. Nothing. He stared at her with wide-open eyes. His past. Where was it? A woman’s voice echoed through his head and called to him. He broke his gaze and searched around.

“Jonathan,” he fidgeted, his past was no longer with him. Something made him uncomfortable when he tried to remember. As if his thoughts pressed back, “my name is Jonathan.” Alina turned around and looked at his averted eyes. She usually chose the name of her pets. This time would be different. Something about Jonathan felt different from the others.

“Okay,” she nodded, “Jonathan…” then gave a chuckle, “what a baby name.”

He gave a confused look, “I do not see how that is -“ his sentence was cut off by his pacifier being shoved in his mouth. Alina wiggled her finger at him.

“That better not come out, and when that is in, no talking. I will take it out when I want,” she took his hand and led him off to the stairs on the right side. From what he could see, it led to the front of the house. The only reason he knew that was because the small road that weaved around the hill they resided on led to this direction and up. They wrapped around to the front entrance of the house.

A large circle driveway sat in front of a staircase that led to the front door. The driveway was made out of cobblestones and led to the marble fitting of the stairs. Upon reaching the top of the steps, a porch ran to the sides with a tall wooden door fitted in the center. There were cars lined up, wrapped around the driveway. Expensive-looking cars, but none that Jonathan could recognize. He looked past the cars to the other side of the house where they were heading. A white tent had been set up beyond the hedges. He could hear lots of noise coming from that direction and dreaded showing up in his condition. As they walked past the front of the house, he marveled at the architecture that had been carved into his new home. The outside was pure white, windows as tall as trees lined the side of the house with what looked like half columns melted into the walls between them. Each piece was as unique as the next. Dragons, sea serpents, angels, demons, dogs, and cats, all carved in strange fashion upon the marvelous white. They reached a gate guarded by hedges on both sides. The right went straight to the edge of the house, to the left they reached down the hill until he couldn’t see them anymore.

Alina rolled her shoulders and let out a deep breath. A quick glance over to him. “Here we go,” she unlocked the latch and pushed the gate open. Jonathan shut his eyes and let Alina pull him in. Voices came from all around. There was music as well. A violin and piano filled the air with pleasant background music. He opened one eye to see what he had gotten himself into. Surrounded by what looked like a party James Bond would attend, there he stood, looking like an oversize toddler. The girls were dressed in long silk dresses, men in full tuxedos. Expensive watches, jewelry, even ties that looked like they were made out of rich materials. He grit his teeth as he just stared at the ground. His hand felt numb. Was this a symptom of the highest level of embarrassment? Jonathan looked at Alina. Her face looked troubled and she was death-gripping him. A girl approached. Her blond hair was up in an intricate design only a master of hair could even deal with; she wore a blue dress that reached just below her knees. An odd-looking flower pattern rippled upon her bosom.

“Alina! Oh my gosh, how have you been? It’s been like what? Two years since we saw each other? What have you been up to? Oh, and who is this?” Jonathan counted the questions she had asked.

“Ah, I have been good,” Alina let out a laugh and gave her a hug.

“It was five,” Jonathan whispered through his pacifier.

“What?” Alina turned a bit.

“It was five questions she asked. You only answered one,” he replied quickly.

“Wha-What, stop , shut up, stop talking,” Alina mumbled, half-turned.

“Are you going to answer the other ones?” Alina spun, giving him a look of confusion and mouthing ‘what’ while raising her hands.

“Jonathan, one more word and I will spank you in front of all these people,” her finger wagged back and forth. “And your pacifier is in your mouth. How are you even talking so clear?” Jonathan gave a smirk and looked away.

“Jonathan, huh? A new doll for our dear Alina. How charming.” The girl gently pushed Alina aside and took Jonathan by the chin. “If you are ever looking for a new mommy, let me know. My name is Marlin. I live in the county west of here.” The pacifier fell from his mouth.

“You will have to take that up with my dear Alina. It is a pleasure to meet you, Marlin,” he held out his hand. Marlin raised her eyebrows and looked to Alina.

“Not broken in yet,” people started to take notice and stare from around. “Better train him well, or you might find him in terrible shape one day.” Alina gasped and stepped between them.

“Listen, bitch, he’s mine and if you touch him, you will find yourself in his place.” Even if Marlin was a little taller than Alina, it didn’t seem so at this moment. “You messed with me once, do not try it again,” Alina grabbed Jonathan and yanked him away. He almost stumbled upon the grass because of the huge bulk between his legs and the hard-soled shoes he was wearing.

“I will catch up later, Alina! Nice seeing you!” Marlin yelled at them. Alina led them towards the tent. Eyes followed their every step. Jonathan knew that he should have just stayed quiet, but he didn’t like the way Marlin asserted herself. Maybe he shouldn’t have counted the questions. Alina moved to an empty table under the tent. She sat and stayed, folding her legs and leaning back.

“Sit,” she commanded. He moved the chair from the table and plopped down. His bottom floated on clouds. Wet clouds? Jonathan gulped. Had he wet his diaper? Without noticing? He gave a worried gaze to Alina. She stared out into nothing. Her mind was still going over what just happened. “Damn that Marlin. Her stupid bundle of hair and height. I mean, I could be that tall,” Alina said aloud.

“Hey,” he called across the table, “are you okay?” It had only been a day since meeting Alina, but he knew that she was a strong-willed individual. Something that Marlin had done in the past had really messed with her.

“I’m fine. Marlin is an old acquaintance. She lives in the country of Livings. We are sort of rivals.”

“Livings? Where do you get these names?” he smiled, and she chuckled.

“Look, I might tell you the story if you are good for the rest of the party,” Alina bit her lip and her eyes fluttered back and forth to make sure no one was close. “Just so you know, what you just did, you know, talking without permission, and back-talking someone. That is something I will not tolerate,” Alina brushed her hair behind her ears, “but since it was to Marlin, I will let it slide.”

He put his elbows on the table and rested his chin on the back of his hands, “so if I spot these rivals of yours, I should just ignore your rules. Blatantly disrespect them by being polite?”

Alina tapped her cheek. Her eyes searched for an answer and responded, “You should listen to exactly what I say.” She gave a frown, “And so far, you have not been very obedient. You will learn.” Her frown turned into a long smile. That didn’t seem to bode well for him. The party continued with no more interruptions from Marlin. Jonathan was surprised since this was Alina’s house and all. She should be swarmed by guests by now. It was getting later. The sun was starting to set. They must have woken up a lot later than he thought. It had only been a couple of hours since he was up. He looked out upon the dapper guests to see Alina’s mother wheeling and dealing her way through crowds of people. That must be where the guests are concentrating their attention. “It is about time,” Alina’s voice broke through the chatter to him. The lights dimmed, and the crowd hushed themselves. Next to the band that was playing was a small wooden stage. A permanent structure with an oriented roof. The people crowded around as a man appeared. He had a taller-than-normal top hat that matched his irregularly long tuxedo. Interesting fashion, Jonathan thought. Such an outfit stood out. How did he not see it before? The man was older, with a neatly trimmed mustache rolled at the ends and furry eyebrows. He spread his arms wide.

“Ladies and gentlemen! We have come to this gathering to start the New Treaty Tour. In three days, the train of Aganon will set off across the countries where new cross-border treaties will be amended,” he walked back and forth on the stage, waving his hands as he talked. “We hope that this will bring further peace and prosperity to each of our great countries, as well!” He paused and scanned the crowd back and forth, “To bring an extraordinary future!” The crowd broke out in applause. People yelled and whistled. Alina wasn’t impressed. She slumped in her chair with a frown. “Three days, and we depart. The invitations have been sent, and the arrangements have been made. Let the show begin!” The man bowed and left the stage. Jonathan stared into space.

“Wait , this whole thing was for that? Why didn’t they just put that on the invitation that they sent out? He spoke for like four minutes. Alina was looking around her chair.

“Where’s your pacifier?” she stood up, “Did you lose it?”

Jonathan shrugged. He hadn’t had it in for that long until Marlin….

“I think I dropped it when we met Marlin. Besides, it’s attached,” he mused, looking down at this clip which was now empty. Alina grabbed the back of his chair, pushing it forward, sending him to the ground. He was about to retort but realized that tonight might have been an outlier to what was to come. Their first meeting was brutal. His cheeks could still feel the pain.

“Crawl,” she put a heel to his pampered bottom. “Now. To where we met Marlin.” His heart raced, and he could feel himself starting to redden. One hand at a time, he crawled against the grass. His face stared down, only glimpsing forward to see if he was going the correct way. Alina followed behind him. People thankfully moved out of his way, but not without remakes and laughter. They reached the spot where they had met Marlin, right in front of the gate. He searched around in the grass, but the sun had almost gone completely down, and the lights did not illuminate the ground. “Well?” Alina sounded impatient. She stood arms crossed, tapping her heeled foot, “Someone is in big trouble.”

“Alina, dear. How are you enjoying the party?” It was Alina’s mother. She stepped right in front of Jonathan. Her pure white heels greeted his vision.

“It’s been fine. My baby boy has lost his paci, though. Losing things already. How disappointing. I am very disappointed in you, Jonathan.”

“Oh my,” Alina’s mother gasped, “You named him Jonathan?”

“No, his name was Jonathan,” she mumbled back, still looking down. “I didn’t,” the words slipped from her lips slowly, “…name him.” She took note and looked up to her mother, who looked shocked.

“Alina. Sweetie. Are you alright? You have been acting strange,” her mother said with concern.

“I am fine, mother,” Alina spat back. “Come on, we are going back.” She yanked him from the grass. “Nothing is wrong with me, stop asking me that.” Alina let out a breath and led him back through the gate. People were making their way to the cars lined up around the circle drive. They waved goodbyes and cheered to the future. They strolled past them at an alarming pace. Jonathan was trying his best to keep up. He was severely wet, and every move was a workout for him. They re-entered Alina’s room from the side balcony. She slammed the doors behind them.

“I’m really sorry for losing-“ he began.

“Stop it! Just stop,” Alina ran her hands through her hair and plopped down on the edge of her bed. Her mind sat on the image of her mother’s shocked face. There was something wrong with her. She focused on Jonathan standing there. His face looked concerned, but he did not look at her. He stared off to the side. “Why don’t you look at me?” Alina questioned. He looked now.

“You are upset at me…I…I don’t think I should look at you.” He opened his mouth and then closed it. He then thought for a moment and then said, “I am here to be used. I shouldn’t complicate things. I should only serve.” Alina crossed her legs and let out a sigh. She bit her tongue and shook her head.

“Y-You just say these things. These words that are completely fake. Are you trying to upset me? I’ve had submissives before; they would say things such as that, but with you. It sounds so dull. I don’t understand you. I should be humiliating you, shaming you, abusing you! For my pleasure!” Alina stood up and stepped to him. “But I feel responsible for you. Why do I feel that? You are no different from the rest. Not even a day have I had you. Not even a day!” Alina returned to her bed. “Well, say something!” she commanded.

There was a long silence. The room stood still, just their breaths. A lecture with no answer. He stared straight into her. This time a mindless stare, the kind you get when you lecture a teenager. The words flow from one ear to the other, their meaning received, but no satisfactory answer able to be given. Her frustration grew. If he wasn’t going to listen, then he had no right to be here.

“Get out,” she said smoothly and motioned to the door. His eyes refocused on her.

“Get out!” she yelled.

“Where do I go?” he questioned, looking toward the door. She had not shown him his nursery yet, and his time inside the house had been limited, but this wasn’t the time to think of him.

“I don’t care, just leave,” Alina stood and grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the door. She opened it and pushed him out into the darkness of the corridor. He stumbled to catch himself and landed on the ground with a thud, but then turned to face her. He was illuminated by the room, and this time his face showed sadness. A sadness she shouldn’t care for, and that mirrored her own. One that she couldn’t let him see. She shut the door, enclosing him in darkness.