Happy Sunday everyone!

I hope you are all well. As always (although I've never put this before, I don't think) this story contains both consensual and non-consensual forms of age play as well as non-consensual action of sex. If things like this trigger you greatly then please proceed with a GREAT deal of caution.

It's taken 25 chapters (I seriously can't believe that number) to get to this point and I'm warning you all now, this is a major turning point in the story. I don't think any of you saw this chapter coming. If you did, kudos to you and PLEASE tell me! I don't like being predictable!

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Marley woke up on Kurt's chest and tried to figure out where she was and what was going on. She focused in on Kurt and carefully slipped off of him, onto the floor. He woke up at the movement, but he decided not to say anything, he was just going to watch her in the darkness, because he didn't want to frighten her. He watched her crawl a little bit away from him into the middle of the floor. She curled up on her side, put her self into a fetal position and Kurt saw her shivering over in the coldest corner of the house. "What is she doing," he asked himself. He silently counted to ten and heard her start to snore softly, so he carefully got up and went into Santana's bedroom.

"Santana," he hissed. "Santana be dressed, or covered, we need to talk," he continued and she groaned as she rolled over.

"What could you possibly want this early?" she grumbled.

"Marley crawled off of me, and is now curled up in the middle of the living room, shivering, I thought you might want to know so I don't do something to freak her out," he grouched.

"Wait, you woke me up, why are you pissed?" she said throwing back the covers and getting out of bed.

"Because I can't help her and I don't know what to do and I have to wake you up to get help in the first place," he grumbled.

"I don't know any better, you just try something and hope it works," she said and she yawned while she walked into the living room. She paused by the couch, picked up Panda and walked over to Marley. She sat down on the floor and then laid down so she was a mirror image of her little girl. "Marley baby, wake up sweetheart," she said gently and she gently brushed Panda over Marley's face. "Wake up baby, Mommy just has to talk to you really really quickly and then back to bed, I promise," she told her.

Santana knew she was faking, so she knew there was something wrong, something more, something specific that had woken Marley up. "I'm so sorry baby, I don't mean to wake you up, but you're on the cold floor, so we have to get you somewhere warmer. No one should have to sleep on a cold floor," Santana said. "Come on baby, just wake up a little bit for me," she told her and Marley struggled to 'stay asleep'.

She'd messed herself while she was sleeping in more than one way and she couldn't bring herself to 'wake up' and inform Santana of this. She didn't really have to inform her of it, because Santana could smell it. Santana looked up at the clock and realized it was too early in the morning for a disagreement, so she spoke very softly and gently.

"Okay baby girl, I don't know if you can hear me, but Mommy is going to go get you changed and then into bed, nice and warm with Mommy," she told her softly. "Panda is going to stay next to you and Mommy is going to get clean things for you," she said softly. She knew that Marley was hearing everything she said, but she was concerned that this was going to send Marley into some odd and terrible memory.

Kurt moved faster than Santana and got her the clean diaper and some wipes to get Marley truly clean before Santana even stood up. Once she had everything, he stepped away and Santana started to change her. "It's just Mommy sweetheart. It's just Mommy Santana and I'm only changing you so that you don't get a rash," Santana told her as she lowered her sweatpants to her ankles. She undid the tapes of the diaper and spoke softly. "Little by little baby girl. Little by little, Mommy Santana will get you all clean and then into bed to sleep where it's nice and warm, because you are my lovely little girl. My little girl who needs hugs and cuddles and kisses. My little girl who is loved beyond belief. My little girl who will very soon be all clean and fresh," Santana said and as she spoke she used the wipes to clean Marley up. Once she did that, she sprinkled some powder on her. "I have to rub the powder around Marley, nice and slow, nothing goes in you, because that's not fair. That's not what my baby girl wanted. My baby girl just wants to know she is loved and safe and cared for," Santana said and by this point she was getting Marley back into her sweats. "Alright baby girl, now that you're all clean and fresh, we're going to go back to bed, you and Mommy and Papa is going to help me get you into my arms," she explained to her.

Marley was absolutely faking it. Santana could tell by her breathing. Her chest wasn't rising and falling evenly. It wasn't even moving rhythmically. Marley heard every word, felt every touch, and was now trying to keep her tears at bay, since Santana's words were so loving and gentle. She was in a much older state of mind and considered herself nothing but a freak. Kurt moved in quickly behind Marley and carefully pulled her up to her feet. "Be gentle don't wake her," Santana said purposefully. She knew Marley was awake, and she was hoping that her kind words would be heard and understood.

"Just sleep baby, it's just Papa, you're okay," he told her kindly helping her into Santana's arms.

"Alright my baby girl, time to go to bed, because it is very late," Santana said softly and she looked at Kurt. "Lift up her leg, left one first, put it over here," she said tapping her hip. He gave her a funny look but she mouthed the words trust me to him, and so he did it. She quickly grabbed Marley's other leg and carried her off to bed.

"My sweet baby girl," Santana crooned gently and she got the two of them settled into bed and made sure Marley was covered up with a blanket and then covered herself, being sure to cuddle her little girl close.

Rachel was awake first. She wasn't able to sleep so well last night, so she got up early and started the coffee. She was just about to pour herself a cup when she saw Marley crawl around the corner. "Well good morning baby girl," she smiled. Marley gave a slight smile and crawled over to Rachel, figuring she should do that. "Oooh, does Mama get morning hugs?" she asked her, helping her to her feet and hugging her tightly. "Mama missed you yesterday. Did you have a good day yesterday?" she asked her and Marley shook her head. "I'm sorry sweetheart," she said genuinely. "Will you tell Mama what happened?"

"Mess," Marley said softly.

"Yesterday was messy?" Rachel asked her and Marley cried and shook her head. "Oh, I see," Rachel said and she kissed Marley's temple repeatedly. "How about we go get you changed then," she told her kindly.

"Mommy mad," she said.

"Mommy's mad?" Rachel asked as she lead Marley to the bathroom. "Why would Mommy be mad?"

"Bad g'uh, mess, no good, Mommy go way" she cried.

"Shhh, lay down sweetheart, and I promise you, Mommy is not mad at you. Not even a little bit," Rachel said.

"Yes she is!" Terri yelled from the corner.

"Marley honey, look at Mama," Rachel said seeing her eyes flash to the corner of the room and Rachel turned to see if there was something there, but she only saw the wall.

"You're nothing but a dirty little slut and no one is ever going to want you!" Terri yelled at her and Marley couldn't help but pee herself out of fright. Rachel snatched up the front of the diaper to contain the mess, and watched as Marley's eyes remained fixed on the corner. "A slut, do you hear me? A dirty, baby, slut. A simple freak who will never be loved, because she's not worth the shit that comes out of her! You'll be lucky you make it to live another year. You might as well just roll over and die now," Terri yelled and as she yelled she took steps closer and closer, until she was looming directly over Marley.

When Terri lunged to slap Marley, Marley screamed as loud as she could and started to vomit so Rachel quickly rolled her on her side, so she didn't choke. "Santana!" Rachel yelled and both she and Kurt came running, nearly knocking each other over in the process.

"Guess who is getting a very special cuddle day with Mommy," Santana said softly. Kurt went into the bedroom to get clean clothes for Marley to be changed into, while the girls cleaned her up and the entire time they did Marley screamed and wailed complete nonsense.

"She's gonna pass out again," Rachel said.

"Don't say that," Santana said and she saw Rachel roll her eyes. "No, stop it. Look at me. We stay calm and she will calm down. Keep it together. Do her breathing exercises with me," Santana said and Rachel went to protest. "Rachel!" Santana said seriously. "I can't keep it together for two of you. Do whatever it is you need to do, but stay calm, as soon as we get calm, she should get calm too," Santana explained.

"Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender leaf, some say love, it is a razor, that leaves a soul to bleed," Rachel sang and she kept a steady rhythm, singing something soft and slow, for their little girl to focus on. She was also doing it for herself and smiled when Santana nodded her approval. As she continued to sing, Marley started to come out of her fog. She was now clean and dressed as Rachel finished the song and Marley was now jut crying, out of pure embarrassment.

"Alright baby girl, up we go," Santana said gently and she pulled her to her feet. "Mommy is going to take her sweet baby girl into the living room. What movie would you like to watch while Mommy cooks up breakfast?" she asked her giving her gentle kisses.

"No, bad, no, Mommy," Marley hiccuped and Santana simply rubbed her back.

"Shhh, you are not bad sweetheart. You haven't done anything wrong. You're just going to sit down on the couch with Mama while Mommy cooks up breakfast," she explained.

Beth had recently put out an ad for more hires. Two of her best dominants had given her three months notice. One was moving to Washington state in order to help their sister, who was about to have triplets, and the other was moving to Georgia to take care of their ailing father. Beth had been completely understanding and helpful. Her staff knew, if you gave her all of your help and effort, she would do anything in her power to help you in return when you needed it. It had all been hearsay until Marley showed up and Santana had essentially ended up the club guinea pig. It had worked though and now her staff was more than sure, that Beth meant every word she had ever said to them. They all knew she meant it when she said one of them would be punished for their transgressions.

The ad had gone out several days ago and now she was being flooded with emails responding. Most of them were junk. A few of them were applying more to be a member of the club, and three of them were actual legitimate responses. The first applicant was Dianna Grayson. Her headshot was of a gorgeous young blonde, claiming to be twenty nine, although she looked much younger. Her previous jobs included a full time nanny to three families since she was sixteen, a personal assistant to a wall street executive, and a very brief stint as a certified nursing assistant, that was only put to a stop, because her family had to move and she wanted to go with them.

Beth made a few notes and moved on to the next applicant. Mark Puckerman. He was a married man with two kids, and he was the stay at home dad while his wife worked as a real estate agent. He was a former marine, having been dismissed for honorable discharge when he completed his tour of duty and found out his wife was pregnant with their second child. He was glad to be home but now that the kids were in school, he needed something else and Beth figured with his military background he would work well for some of the more particular clients who were into yelling and screaming and being talked down to. She put a few notes on his application and moved on to the third file.

Terri Swanson. A thirty two year old woman, who was looking to fill a void in her heart. Beth read over the letter and her heart went out to this woman who'd written such a beautifully worded letter. It explained that she'd had received her bachelor's and master's degrees in psychology and behavioral studies. She'd been introduced to this world of different lifestyles back in college by the pledge sister of her sorority. She'd spent eight years working for a psychologist in upstate New York, before she felt she'd gained enough knowledge to take on a charge of her own. She found a young person, who wanted to be a little one most of the time. "I helped them get in touch with what they wanted and eventually, they decided they didn't want it anymore and simply left in the middle of the night. We had a wonderful relationship to start with, or so I thought we did, and since that day, my house and my heart are empty. I am afraid to go back to taking on a charge of my own full time, and seeing this will give me the chance to not only experience what I've trained for and miss so much, but should it be decided that I'm not the right fit, they won't just up and leave without telling me. It will be a session that is finished with rather than them abandoning me."

Beth read the letter several times and while it always started out feeling like a good fit, the minute she got to the part about the little one leaving in the middle of the night, Beth got a sinking feeling in her stomach. She pushed it aside and went up to talk to Nicole about setting up interviews. "I need you to call these three people darling. Schedule them one day after the next, or as close to that as you can please. Ideally I'm looking for Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. I can do Friday morning, but no later than ten o'clock," Beth said and Nicole sat at her desk making her notes.

One of Beth's clients walked in and smiled kindly as he approached the desk, calmly so as not to interrupt whatever they were discussing. "Good afternoon Madame Harris," he said after he quietly signed himself in.

"Good afternoon Matthew, have a seat and I will be with you shortly. Knees together, posture straight," she commanded him politely and then sent him away with a wave of her hand.

She and Nicole discussed final details and then Beth took Matthew back to the proper room for his session. She'd managed to push the funny feeling away and did her two hour session without any incidents. She returned to the brake room after she'd taken a shower and gotten dressed again. She was having some grapes and cheese with a few of the other gentlemen of the club when Nicole tapped on the door. "Come in!" several voices called out.

Nicole walked in and several of the boys whistled at her. "Be nice to my girl," Danielle said pulling Nicole into her lap and kissing her cheek and then fed her a grape. "And why did you grace us with your presence?" she asked Nicole kindly.

"I have several messages," she said when she finished eating her grape. She picked up her small stack of papers and began addressing the room. "Sir Moon, your four o'clock needs to reschedule, their child was just sent home from school with the flu, your five thirty would like to come in earlier and there's a new client requesting a session with you specifically." He nodded and took the three notes from her.

"I will call them, thank you," he said and he stood up, kissed her cheek, making her blush heavily, and then left the room.

Nicole then turned to Danielle and gave her the message. "Miss Mercy, your session tomorrow has asked to change a few details of their appointment, and would like to talk to you about them before they come in."

"Thank you sweetheart," she said kissing her cheek in the same place Mr. Moon had done and she blushed again. Danielle helped her up, had her sit back down in the seat and then moved to the counter to get herself some water and a banana.

"Anything else darling?" Beth asked.

"Yes Miss. Terri Swanson answered on my call, she said she would like to come in as soon as possible for an interview. She claims to be desperate for this position and wants to prove it to you," Nicole said.

"Did you tell her the times I had available for appointments?"

"I did Madame, she didn't want to listen though. She wants to speak to you immediately if not sooner, and those are her exact words," Nicole explained as politely as possible.

"Was she rude to you?"

"Slightly, I think, but mainly she just sounded frustrated that she couldn't get what she wanted," Nicole said.

"Cole, we call those people brats," Danielle smirked.

"You've been with Santana too much," Beth smiled. "I will call her myself darling, thank you," Beth said. Nicole nodded and then left the break room to go to back to the front desk.

"You look very concerned Madam, is everything alright?" Danielle asked with great concern.

"Yes dear, thank you though. It's the new applicants, something isn't sitting well with me, but I don't know what. I will know more when I meet with them," Beth smiled. Danielle walked over, respectfully knelt before her boss and placed her cheek on Beth's thigh. "My girl," Beth said fondly and she played with her hair. "You're very sweet to be so concerned about your Madam," she said.

"We love you," Danielle said simply.

Beth returned to her office and went over her notes. She pulled up the file she now had for Terri Swanson and decided to give this woman a call. "Hello? Terri speaking," she answered.

"Hello Terri, this is Miss Beth, from Eve's Garden," she said and she was about to continue when Terri interrupted.

"Oh good, I'm glad that little secretary you have has learned that she shouldn't speak to prospective employees that way. She was incredibly rude to me over the phone. I hope you deal with your employees the way you do with your clients. I would put her over my knee and spank her until she couldn't sit for a week," Terri said.

"Yes, well I'm calling to tell you that all the positions have been filled, but thank you for your time and interest, and if we have any openings down the line we will definitely keep you in mind," Beth said. Terri didn't have to say anymore. The tone of her voice and the way she was so forceful, Beth was now convinced this person wasn't right for her club and quite possibly was the same Terri that had tortured Marley. She didn't want to jump to that conclusion though.

"That's it? That's why you called?" Terri asked.

"Yes, thank you again for your interest and have a nice day," Beth said and she hung up. Then Beth quickly went to her computer and did a small amount of research. She didn't like the way Terri spoke to her, but she couldn't be sure that this was the same Terri. She decided not to say anything to anyone other than security. She picked up the phone while she waited for her search engine to catch up to her. "Faster my ass," she grumbled to no one. Once security picked up she spoke sweetly and kindly to them, explaining, that anyone by the name of Terri was to be held in security, and the woman by the name of Terri Swanson was not to be let in at all and the police were to be called immediately.

She went back to her computer and typed in a phrase to google. Based on the statistics, the name Terri itself was rather popular and based on the age of the woman who submitted the applications, it fit the standards that she could have been any random woman. But it bothered Beth, because after all this time, they'd never been able to get any last names out of Marley. Marley only knew Terri was the name of the person who tortured her. Beth pushed it aside and went into her drawer to pull out the file for her client later that evening. "The chances are unreal," she told herself.

Kurt walked by the couch and smiled slightly when he saw that Marley was lying on top of Santana, her ear to Santana's chest, and a relaxed expression on her face, while Santana kept her arm lightly draped over Marley's back as she slept. "You look comfy," he said and she frowned at him. "On second thought, you look uncomfortable and slightly ill, are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm very warm at the moment, I'm worried about her, and I can't feel my ass anymore," she said honestly.

"Warm," he said slowly. "Are you sick?" he asked her with concern.

"No, I just have several extra pounds sitting on top of me," she said.

"You look very concerned," Kurt said.

"I am," she admitted.

"Would you care to tell me why?" he ventured, knowing she may not be ready to talk.

"I have a lot of doubts," she said and that was all she was going to say at the moment.

"Well, I'll do what I can, but you have to promise to talk some more," he told her. She rolled her eyes at him and he did the same in return. "You know how you tell Marley that if she doesn't communicate, we can't help her? This is just like that," Kurt told her.

"You saw what I saw. She screamed this morning and that scream was pure terror. She saw something or remembered something, or something that I don't know, and now she's been in this vegetative state all day," Santana said.

Marley twitched and wiggled a moment and then settled down, but they were only witnessing the beginning of something terrible.

Terri sat in the front seat of the cab with her gentleman friend. "So she's really like a little slut and I can just fuck her any time I want?" he asked.

"Absolutely, I do it. She cries out loudly and it sounds like she's having a good time," Terri smiled.

"What about you? Can you show me a good time?" he asked her with a gleam in his eye.

"I've taught the baby how to suck, you should wait," she said serioulsy.

"If you show me how good you are, I'll be able to punish her, when she doesn't live up to your standards," he said and she giggled at him. Terri leaned forward and undid the zipper to his pants, freeing him pretty quickly. She lowered her mouth to his semi hard member and as soon as her hot breath connected with him, his foot hit the gas pedal and the car went faster.

It was moving entirely too fast and Marley was holding on for dear life in the back seat. She didn't know what she was holding on to though. Her eyes were blindfolded, her body was sore, and she could feel the car speeding up second by second. She moved her hands slowly along the door, trying to figure out a way out of this mess. Maybe if she opened a window, she could grab someone's attention. Her bottom was cold and stingy now that she'd wet herself yet again. What she didn't know was that what she thought was the button to bring down the window, was the grip for the door, so every time she fiddled with it and tried to open the window, she was actually opening the door. She felt air rush over her head and felt better about things for a split second. After that split second, she pulled harder on the door. If this was going to be her life, then she was going to kill herself now and be with her mom.

"Now or never," she told herself and she pushed as hard as she could, with what little strength she had, just as the car hit a corner. Marley was flung out of the car and thrown into a ditch nearby. The fall and the fear knocked her out cold as she tumbled down the small bank and into a muddy little puddle.

She gasped for breath and jolted herself awake, screaming in pain as her body locked out in spasm from the fast movement. "Shhh, honey, you're okay," Santana tried, but Marley screamed again and pushed herself away. Santana moved fast, so that Marley wouldn't topple off the couch and knock her head on the coffee table.

"NO!" Marley screamed.

"I know, I know, I know, but stay back, just back a bit, I don't want you falling," Santana told her.

"No, no, no," she cried and then she blinked and sort of fell apart when reality came over her.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Santana asked.

"I wanted to die!" she cried and she turned her head and vomited all over the couch.

Kurt cleaned up the couch and was now pacing the floor while Santana sat with Marley in the bathroom. She was brushing back her hair and rubbing her back while Marley babbled. "I had to die, I had to. It was the only way to get away, but I didn't die, and I came here and and andandand and ru..ru..ruined your lives, and I,I,I,I, just made everything worse, and I don't have any blood family, and I don't know why you all even take care of me," she cried and then she threw up four more times, into the toilet.

Santana sat there with her and rubbed her back. She had to move gently and carefully. Eventually Marley stopped throwing up and Santana looked at her carefully. "Do you want to try more ginger ale?" she offered and Marley nodded. She took little sips and then looked at Santana, resembling a little lost girl. "So I take you had a memory?" she asked and Marley nodded again. "You can tell me any or all of it Marley. I will take all of my cues from you, you just have to talk to me. It's always been about communication Marley, so when you are ready, I would like for you to share with me what you remember and maybe what you want to talk about," she told her kindly.

"I really did want to die. Nothing was what I thought it was. Nothing was normal, or loving. I mean it kind of started out that way, but very quickly took a turn and she turned me into this, this freak, this slutty, unloved, unwanted, thing," she said.

"Okay, first off, I told you earlier. Slutty is an untrue description of you, and a dirty word," she told her.

"How is that even close to true?" Marley almost whined and Santana had to control herself. "I asked for all of that. I wanted everything done to me, so that does make me the slut she said I was."

"Is it?" Santana asked and Marley looked at her with a mix of fear, anger, and frustration. "I'm serious. Is what Terri did to you what you really wanted?" she asked and Marley shook her head in confusion, not truly understanding what Santana was getting at. "Okay, just listen and think for a moment. When I first met you, you couldn't talk, because you had sores all over your mouth. Was that what you wanted?" she asked and Marley shook her head no. "Okay, so then you didn't ask for this. You maybe jumped into something that you didn't know everything about, but I highly, highly doubt, that you wanted this as the outcome. I think that you living with us, wasn't something any of us thought would happen. We didn't know each other. You didn't want to be put in a position where three complete strangers would come to love you as their own and make you their family for as long as you wanted it. That isn't want you wanted. As far as I'm aware, until you tell me otherwise, you wanted someone to make you feel loved and special. Terri didn't do that for you. Terri scared the shit out of you and tortured you. You didn't want that. Now you're with us and you're learning about trust and communication in a safe place, and I think you know it's a safe place," Santana explained. "And don't tell anyone I said this, but I think I've become a slightly softer person, which is because of you and it's a good thing," she said and Marley simply smiled. "You didn't ask to be tortured baby, I don't know too many people who ask for that in the first place," Santana said and then she fell quiet for a moment. "Do you remember what woke you up?"

"I was in a car, going really fast, and I could hear them. I could hear them talking. He wanted her to show him how I was supposed to do it, so that when I did do it, they could punish me for doing it wrong," she said tears flowing freely now. "The car was flying it felt like, and I couldn't see anything, so I was pulling on anything and everything as best I could and I felt wind. I could hear it, it was really loud too. I remember rolling and I think I cried out once, but the next thing I knew I was in a hospital bed," she said sadly.

"Do you remember how you got from the car to the hospital?"

"No," she said and she fell deadly quiet. "I just wanted to die," she said after a minute. "My mom, she was the most amazing woman, the best person in my life, and we didn't have much, but it didn't matter. We were each others support system, and when she died, I just wanted that back. I needed someone, to love me the way she did."

"How did she die?" Santana asked carefully. Marley was not in age play mode at all, not even a little bit, and Santana had to tread carefully. She didn't want to ask a question that would push Marley too far in one direction or the other. If Marley wanted to slip back into being a little girl, that was okay with Santana. If she wanted to continue being her proper nineteen year old self, that was okay too. What she didn't want to happen was for Marley to have such and overload, that she clammed up completely and went back to a semi catatonic state.

"Brain aneurism. We had dinner, said our good nights, and our I love yous and all that other stuff that we used to do, and then in the morning, I woke up and she didn't," Marley said and she broke down into tears again and fell forward into Santana, needing to be held and comforted. Santana gathered her close and rocked her slightly. She didn't want to cause so much movement that Marley threw up again. "I needed my mom," she said.

"I'm sorry Marley, I am so sorry," Santana said, her own tears falling slowly. Marley couldn't take any more, she didn't want to remember any of this any more, and she looked at Santana.

"Mommy?" she asked softly trying to push away her tears and gasping for breath. She couldn't be a big girl anymore. It was too much stress and there was still that part of her that had to be sure, she could be whomever she wanted when she was with Santana and still be safe.

"What can I help you with baby girl?" she asked her.

"I.i. th,th,th,that lalala lady gonna g,g,g,et me?" she asked her words coming out so short and stuttered that Santana had to think for a moment, before she responded.

"Which lady sweetheart?"

"Teh, teh, terri," she stuttered.

"I will never let Terri get anywhere near you Marley. Mommy Santana, Mama Rachel, and Papa Kurt, no one, will ever let her near you. As far as we know she's gone off to live off the rest of her life, and you are now here with us," Santana said.

"B,b,but, I,I,I,I s,s,s,saw her," she said.

"Okay, breathe for me for a minute, and then tell me where you saw her," Santana said.

Marley waited a moment and then thought. "With Mama," she said slowly.

"Where were you and Mama when you saw her?" Santana asked kindly and Marley started to cry. Something was terribly wrong. Why would Rachel let Terri near her. She'd been protecting her since the very first day they'd met. She thought and thought and tried to put it together. "Marley baby, it's okay. Take your time and think, but just be calm and know that you are in your house, our house, and you are definitely safe," Santana explained.