This story contains kidnapping, forced age play, stockholm syndrome and more. Do not like, don't read.
Edward paced the living room, checking his watch a few times. They were late. He had spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on this little girl and now they had the nerve to be late. At this rate, he wouldn't be able to play with her before bedtime. The agency had promised she had a full belly, so she wouldn't even need a bottle. Oh well, at the very least he could tuck her into bed and marvel at just how precious she is.
The doorbell rang and he raced to it, throwing open the Italian doors. Aro stood beside Alice, his baby girl in his arms. She had beautiful brown locks and a sweet, angelic face. Despite being 18, she looked so much younger. Edward had seen pictures and knew her closed eyes were brown. She was wearing a pink nightgown that didn't even begin to touch her fluffy white diaper, which was covered by plastic princess panties.
"Edward," Aro said. "Meet Isabella."
"Hi there, Princess," Edward whispered, despite her being fast asleep. From the mark on her leg, he knew she'd remain that way. He reached out and gently took his little girl, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She remained still, the drugs were working. "Oh, she is just so precious." He rocked her as he checked her diaper.
"Body hair has been shaved," Alice reported. "We gave her a series of shots. One to knock her out, of course, and one to remove her womanhood. She also received one that has severely limited her mobility, as requested. She can crawl, maybe toddle a bit with help."
"Thank you. Was she a good girl?"
"She fought some, which is to be expected. Once she had the tranquilizer, she got real quiet." Alice petted her hair. "Congratulations, Edward. Remember, she needs to be examined by Carlisle tomorrow."
"Of course." Edward nuzzled his face close to Bella's. "I already have an appointment."
He bid the two ado before carrying Bella upstairs to her nursery. It was a huge room, with ancient cherub wallpaper. The walls had paintings from Alice in Wonderland. Under a copy of a very innocent looking Alice was Bella's bed. Like the rest of the furniture, it was all white, with little flowers on the headboards. A frilly pink duvet covers the bed, with loads of stuffed animals for her to snuggle with. In one corner of the room sat a table with a tea set. The other contained a white play kitchen. There was a dollhouse that contained a matching room to Bella's new one. Of course dozens of porcelain dolls lined the wall. The closet doors had mirrors on the outside, the inside containing Bella's new wardrobe. There was a bookcase overflowing with stories for his baby. Finally, a changing table contained everything he would need to keep her little bottom clean.
Edward carried her to the bed and gently tucked her in under the covers. He took hold of her wrist and rummaged through the nightstand, pulling out a pair of pink handcuffs. Click, one wrist chained to the bed. Click, there went the second.
"I hate to do that," Edward cooed to the sleeping girl. "Daddy hopes he can trust you enough to not have to soon."
He picked up a pacifier that laid next to the Little Bo Peep table lamp. It was pink with a rather large nipple. The front read "Daddy's Little Princess". He popped the pacifier into her mouth and used a pink ribbon to secure it around her head. Edward pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"Sweet dreams, my angel. Daddy will be just in the next room."
The first thing Bella noticed when she woke up, was that she was wet. She wiggled a bit, only to realize something was holding her back. She slowly opened her eyes and they landed on a ceiling painted with naked cherubs. She frowned, wondering what one night stand she had the night before. Bella tugged her wrists and saw the bright pink handcuffs. She frowned.
What kinky stuff was this person into?
A further look around the room made her realize…this wasn't a one night stand. This was a room made for a child. The closest thing to her face was a stuffed tiger and he was hardly alone. Bella went to scream, but it was muffled by something.
She looked down. When did she get that nightgown? And is that…
No.
Jessica was probably pulling a prank. It wasn't funny and she'd get her back, but it all had to be a prank. She attempted to scream again, kicking her legs.
The door creaked open and a tall man entered. Bella frowned. Who was he?
"Look who's awake," the man cooed. He walked closer, dropping to his knees by her bed. "Did my princess sleep well?" Princess? Bella went to scream profanities, but it all came out muffled. The man chuckled. "I'll remove the pacifier, but you have to promise Daddy that you'll be a good girl and not scream."
Bella paused at "Daddy". Still, she nodded. He reached around her head, untying the ribbon. The pacifier fell to her chest.
"Who the fuck are you?" Bella's thigh was smacked. "Hey!"
The man's face grew stern. "No! Naughty words. That is not becoming for a little princess."
"But I'm not a princess," she said, weakly.
The man frowned. "Oh, of course you are, Pumpkin," he cooed. "You are just a little princess who was in need of a Daddy. But don't worry, your daddy is here now."
Bella's mind swarmed. "But…but…I'm 18."
"Close sweetheart, you're 18 months." Bella's mouth dropped open. "Oh, I know, it's such a surprise. But don't worry, Daddy is going to take great care of you."
"Who…who are you?"
"Well, my name is Edward Cullen," he explained. "But you are to address me as Daddy or Dada, understood?"
Bella wanted to scream. She wanted to say that she would never call this man "daddy". But he was looking at her expectantly and she learned from her police officer father, if you're ever kidnapped, comply until you can escape. "Yes."
"Yes?" Edward cocked his eyebrow.
Bella frowned in confusion. "I said yes."
Edward sighed. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. You're new to this. Angel, when Daddy asks you a question, you respond with my title. Now, let's try that again. Yes…"
Bella's cheeks tinted pink. "Yes, Daddy," she mumbled.
"Good girl!" Edward praised. "Now, Daddy is going to take off your handcuffs and then it's time to get ready. I'm sure you want some food in your body."
He reached into his pocket, removing a key. With a few swift clicks, her wrists were free. Edward swooped Bella into his arms and pressed a few kisses to her cheeks. He was being so affectionate and loving that Bella is taken off guard when he shoves his hand down her diaper.
"Hey!" She tried to move his hand, but he simply swatted hers with his free one.
"Don't be modest, baby, Daddy needs to see if you went wettums and you did." Edward smiled giddily. "Baby's first diaper change."
He laid her onto the table and removed her nightgown. Bella turned a bright shade of red, covering her mosquito bites that excused themselves as breasts. Edward moved her hands.
"What did I say about modesty?"
He grabbed a few things from drawers under the table and got to work. The dirty diaper was discarded into a pail. Bella shivered when a cold wipe dragged against her shaven pussy. It was quickly followed by some cream. Edward took great care spreading it over her bits and bottom.
"Can't have my princess get a rash, can we?" Edward cooed.
"I'm never using this again," Bella argued. "I only wet my pants because I was scared." She can remember the scary man coming out of nowhere and shoving a needle into her arm.
"Sure," he replied, condescendingly. "Now, almost done." He smoothed the cream down before sprinkling some baby powder on. "Extra protection. Oh, look at this bottom." He grabbed a handful of her bottom and squeezed. Bella squirmed, her face on fire. "What a sweet baby bottom." He pinched it harder and she whimpered. "Aww, did that hurt? I'm sorry, Isabella."
"It's Bella," she managed to get out.
"No, good princesses have proper names. Yours, is Isabella."
He slid a huge, fluffy white diaper under her bottom. It spread her thighs out and raised her bottom a bit. Edward walked to the closet on the other side of the room and Bella attempted to get up, but all she found she could do was roll around. When Edward returned, he chuckled.
"Aww, is my baby trying to roll over?" He patted her thigh. "We have plenty of time for that later."
He sat her up and slid a yellow dress over her head. The sleeves were poofy and covered in white lace. The underneath had a few frilly petticoats and the center contained an iron on of pink tulips. Edward slid matching bloomers over her diaper, but everyone could tell that she was still wearing one. On her feet went dainty yellow socks, followed by Mary Janes.
Then, Edward tackled her hair. She squirmed and cried out as he combed out her knots and then brushed her silky locks into two braids, tied off with yellow ribbons. He attached a leash made of yellow and white beads to the front of her dress, a matching pacifier on the end. He plopped it into Bella's mouth and grinned.
"Look at my baby," he cooed. "You are just so precious, aren't you?" He pinched her cheeks, which were puffed out from the nipple of the pacifier. "Now, I'm sure you're hungry. Come to Daddy."
He lifted her back into his arms and held her on his hip as they walked down a long hallway. The walls were plastered with magazine covers, all boasting about the successful Edward Cullen.
Her kidnapper was Edward Cullen. One of the top CEOs in Washington State.
She slumped against him, frowning. He had money. Her odds of escaping became futile…but not impossible.
Edward reached the kitchen, where a high chair was set up. He slid Bella into it, the straps going tightly over her chest. Edward patted her head.
"You stay here while Daddy makes breakfast."
It wasn't like she had a choice. She looked around the room while her "daddy" busied himself. The kitchen was nice, bright blue walls with a cozy island, along with a giant table. All the appliances were stainless steel and the floors looked like they could be eaten off of. They probably could be.
After 15 minutes of debating whether or not she could take the large, muscular man, he appeared in front of her. Edward tied a frilly pink bib around her neck and took her pacifier out. He reached over to the counter and picked up a large bowl of oatmeal. He stuck in the spoon and then pulled it out.
"Open up for the choo choo train," he cooed, making train sounds as he moved the spoon to her mouth. Bella clamped her mouth shut, her father teaching her not to accept things from strangers. "Come Peanut, you need to eat." Bella shook her head. Edward sighed and placed the bowl down, pinching her nose. She fought back for as long as she could, but eventually her mouth dropped open so she could breathe and Edward shoved the spoon in. She reluctantly swallowed the bland mixture.
"Could I…could I have some cinnamon in it or something, please?"
"Such a polite baby," Edward praised and Bella cringed. "But no, you're too young for such vibrant flavors. Now open wide, here it comes again."
She reluctantly let him feed her, she was hungry after all. There were times he purposefully smeared the spoon against the edges of her mouth or cheek, then squealed about what a messy baby she was. Bella simply rolled her eyes. When she was done, he scrubbed her face clean and walked over to the fridge. When he returned, he had a baby bottle. Edward lifted her up and settled into a chair at the table.
"Here's your baba." He held the nipple to her mouth and she shook her head, keeping it clamped shut. Edward sighed. "Bella, I would hate to have to spank you on your first day."
Bella's mouth dropped open. "Spank…" Before she could finish, the bottle was in. She found herself sucking involuntarily, the warm vanilla type milk falling down her throat.
"Yes, even princesses get spanked," he informed her. "Now is probably the time to go over the rules." He adjusted her in his arms. "You will call me Daddy, which we've gone over. From this moment forward, you are completely dependent on Daddy. You don't touch your diapers, you don't feed yourself, you don't bathe or dress yourself. In fact, you don't even need to think for yourself. Daddy will think for you."
He let out a soft chuckle, but she just glared at him.
"You'll have a bedtime and naptime. If you argue with Daddy or use un princess-like language, Daddy will spank that little bottom." He patted her bloomer clad bottom, causing the diaper to crinkle. "You eat what I give you, you drink your bottles. And you go nowhere without Daddy."
Bella shivered at the evil look in his eyes. She pushed the bottle away. "Please, just bring me home," she begged. "I won't tell anyone, I promise!"
"Oh, sweetheart," Edward caressed her cheek. "You are home."
"I have a father!"
"Yes, you do have a daddy," he baby talked. "You have me."
"No, I have my father! Charlie Swan!"
"Oh, Charlie," Edward rocked her, chuckling again. "Don't worry, Daddy took care of him."
Bella's eyes widened. "If you killed him…"
"Silly baby, Daddy would never. No, he just made sure that he thought you ran off. To him, you're off with Renee in Florida. And as for your deadbeat mother, she's been informed of your death. We both know your parents hate each other too much to check."
Bella's lips quivered. "But…I…"
"Now, I'm your daddy. You don't worry about them." He guided the bottle back to her mouth and she sucked on it out of fear.
This man had more power than she originally thought.
Bella sucked the bottle dry, happy when all that could be heard was sucking sounds. Edward shifted her in his grip so she knelt on his lap, her chin towards his chest. He whipped a cloth from his pocket and threw it over his shoulder, moving her up a bit. Edward patted her back and after a minute, Bella realized what he was doing. She tried to fight it, but soon, a loud belch escaped her lips, a bit of spit up fell onto the rag. She turned bright red as Edward brought her cheek to his.
"That's my good girl, yes you are," he cooed.
He stood up, keeping her in his arms. He pressed a pacifier back into her mouth and carried her outside. Bella went to scream for help but before she could, she got a good look at the yard across the street. The house was massive, decorated with brick. Out front was a woman with beautiful blonde curls and flawless skin. She was knelt in front of a stroller, fussing over a grown man inside. Bella's mouth dropped open and with it went the pacifier.
She wasn't the only one.
Edward popped her pacifier back in and walked across the street. The woman stood up, grinning.
"So, you finally got her," the woman said.
"I did. Rosalie, meet Isabella."
"Hi there, Isabella," Rosalie baby talked. She pinched her cheeks, squealing. Bella squirmed. "Oh, aren't you just a little bit of Heaven? And look at that pretty dress! I almost wish I had gotten a girl for the cute outfits alone."
"But look at what Emmett gets to wear," Edward pointed out.
He gestured to the denim overalls that snapped at the crotch on the man's body, covering a long sleeved blue t-shirt. A green pacifier was stuffed in his mouth, clipped to his outfit much like Bella. On his hands were mittens and his fee were covered by booties.
"So true," Rosalie smiled and looked back at Bella. "So, Isabella, this is my baby boy, Emmett." She gestured to the man in the stroller and he gurgled behind his pacifier.
How long had he been in her care? Was he simply falling for her spell? Stockholm syndrome, that's what it was called.
Was this…was this her fate?
"Aro and Alice dropped her off last night," Edward explained. Aro, that was probably the man who jabbed a needle in her leg.
"Oh, how are their little ones?"
"We didn't get to discuss it. But I know last we talked, Alice was potty training Jasper and Aro was trying to wean Janey off the bottle."
Rosalie pouted sympathetically. "This is why I'm glad that Emmy is a year old. I don't have to worry about that."
A year old? That man had to be in his mid-20s!
"Same, maybe Isabella shouldn't be on bottles but she's my wittle girl," Edward cooed, tickling her chin. Bella flinched. These people were sick. Why not have real babies instead of kidnaping grown adults?
Then again, that'd be something only a sane person would do.
"Well, we should be going," Edward said, kissing Rosalie's cheek. "I have to take her for her first appointment with Carlisle."
"How exciting," Rosalie tapped Bella's nose. "You're gonna have so much fun."
Bella seriously doubted that.
"I think Bree's there today too, since Esme had to work. Bella will have a little playmate," Rosalie continued.
Edward grinned. "Oh, that'll be nice, baby's first playdate."
"We'll arrange one for these two, too."
Bella wiggled in Edward's arms as he walked back to his house. He opened the back door to a shiny silver Volvo and revealed a rear facing car seat. He strapped Bella into it, the three point harness locking her in. There were some pull toys hanging down from the handle and a mirror so that way she could see Edward and vice versa.
"We'll be there soon, Pumpkin, don't you worry!"
He got up front and started to drive down the street. Bella craned her neck to look out the window, frowning. All around were people like Rosalie and Edward, tending to adults dressed like infants or toddlers. Most of the victims were a lot like Emmett, gazed stare, drooling or laughing as their kidnappers chased them through sprinklers. A few though, while they might play along, had a look in their eye. They weren't completely gone yet.
Bella had to hope if she couldn't escape…she'd end up like them.