"Poor thing."

Soft fingers brushed over his cheek. Ciel cringed away from the touch. His mouth was dry and burned from the tight gag. His arms ached from being held so long above his head, and he was fairly certain his wrists were bruised.

He had to piss.

There was nothing elegant about this form of captivity, no matter how much satin they used.

The blindfold slipped over his head, and Ciel had to close his eyes against the bright light. Heavy red velvet curtains had long ago been drawn over the windows and he had no clue what time of day it was, but the whale oil lamps made it appear as if it were the middle of the afternoon.

He finally managed to open up his eyes, but only partially. He found himself staring into the face of Lady Violet Clifton and her deep, hooded blue eyes.

"You are so pale." She would not stop touching him. Her hands wandered through thick black hair and traveled down his neck, over his small, sloping shoulders. "You must be hungry. And thirsty. "

He was. He could not remember the last time he ate. Ciel muttered something into the gag and Lady Clifton smiled bemusedly, raking her fingernails lightly down his belly and ending at his hips.

Ciel regarded her with confusion and rage. He absolutely hated to be touched.

"I would feed you," she said. "But we find ourselves unable to trust you enough to remove the gag." She leaned over, kissing him softly on his cheek. "Soon."

He moaned, closing his eyes again.

"I brought something for you." She gripped his hair, jerking his head up. "Open your eyes."

He obeyed, and saw what she was holding in her other hand. It was a heap of soft pink satin, edged with white lace.

"I know you have to relieve yourself," she said, holding up the garment a little higher. "I've layered the pads inside extra thick, so you won't be too uncomfortable."

He wanted to thrash defiantly, but he was too weak. His eyelashes fluttered and he tugged on his bonds a little, feeling them tighten further. He whimpered, remembering too late what Heath had said.

She smiled at him and opened up the diaper. She reached over and pulled his feet through the holes before sliding it up his thin legs, snapping the waistband a little playfully.

"There," she said. "Now you won't mess up the bed."

Ciel glowered at her, his cheeks burning. But the sensation of cloth rubbing against his intimate parts was too much stimulation working against what he had already been holding in for hours, and he felt himself give in almost immediately, filling the diaper until it was heavy and swollen between his legs.

"There." She patted his back, kissing his cheek again, her lips lingering before sliding over to his ear, nipping and tugging on his soft earlobe. "Doesn't that feel better?"

He could not even bring himself to look at her.

"I'm sure the plug is doing nicely." She said conversationally. "Heath will be down to remove it soon, and see how you are faring."

He didn't even twitch.

She sighed, and stood up from the bed, smoothing out her voluminous skirts.

"I am going to go find him." She said. "I'm going to see if we can at least make you a little more comfortable." She winked and stepped out of the room, picking up one of the lamps on the way to take her with her.

Ciel moaned in frustration into his gag and his head drooped. Summoning a little bit of strength, he tried to push the gag out of his mouth using his tongue, but the strip was too tight, and his mouth was filled with too much cloth.

All he could do was lie there and wait. At least she had left him without the blindfold.

He want to memorize everything about them, every detail of their conventionally attractive features. He wanted to remember what they looked like so he would have a nice basis for comparison when Sebastian started ripping everything apart.