Middletown's ten-year high school reunion. Amy Bernadette had lost 10 pounds in anticipation of the event, and with the aid of a pair of spanks and a girdle, she was even more of the curvaceous goddess she had been in high school. After ten years she was ready to admit she had peaked in high school, and she was glad to be returning to the place where she once reigned supreme. It didn't matter that she was having trouble holding down a job, or her fiancé had recently left her for some little tramp. The next two days were about the past, and everyone would worship the ground she walked on once more.
She'd spent way too much on the lavish hotel, especially considering she didn't plan on spending much time there, but appearances were everything. The former prom queen couldn't be seen slumming it in a motel, or staying with one of the people who hadn't managed to move away from the shitty little town they grew up in.
A few of her old friends were meeting up early for lunch, but Amy opted to spend the day in her room. It felt good to be living the life of luxury, not listening to her neighbors screaming or having her whole tiny apartment shake every time the metro trains went by every half hour. Plus she wanted to make a grand entrance. She spent the better part of the afternoon in the bath, before starting the arduous process of getting ready.
She stared at her naked, wet body in the mirror. In it's perfect reflection, with the bathroom's lighting, she couldn't help but pick out every imperfection staring back at her. She could stand to lose another 15, more likely 20 pounds. She grabbed the gut she'd developed with both hands, stretching the doughy flesh out in disgust. Her 36 DD breasts, while still able to draw the eye of any man in the room with the proper support, sagged low without a bra, victim to gravity's merciless pull. Her ass was flabby, she noted as she rotated, tugging absentmindedly at a love handle as she did so. Her legs, while a little thick, still looked pretty damn good, she thought to herself. She pulled her still damp hair black hair back, examining her face. Her cheeks were a little chubby, and as she looked down an obvious double chin and the hint of a third appeared.
Tired of judging her appearance, she wrapped her naked body in towel, using another one to wrap up her hair.
Almost two hours later, she was finally satisfied. And damn if she didn’t look good. An entire wardrobe of shape wear and body tape held and enhanced every curve, wrapped up tightly in a gorgeous violet dress. She was perched precariously on matching 4-inch heels that were doing even more amazing things for her ass. Her make up was perfect, and she wore her wavy hair down, concealing her neck. She was the prom queen again, ready for everyone to bask in her glory.
The reunion had started already, but she was just in time to show up fashionably late and make her grand entrance. As she stepped out of her hotel room, suddenly everything went dark as something was pulled over her head from behind. She immediately cried out in alarm, only to find something being shoved into her mouth. The thick fabric of the hood was pushed into her mouth around the invader, and the spherical object was popped past her teeth, filling her mouth and muffling her startled cries. Her hands clawed at her face, but her right got tangled in the bottom of the hood while her left was grabbed as it sought purchase on the ball stifling her cries, and wrenched behind her. A second later her other hand was similarly pulled behind her back, and with a click, she felt her wrists zip tied together. With her hands secured and out of the way, she felt the ball pulled tighter into her mouth, and straps were pulled across her cheeks and behind her head. Hands grabbed her and pulled her backwards, and she was tipped over. On her heels, in her panic, she was helpless to keep from tumbling over some sort of rail, and she fell, screaming into her gag, into something soft. Her legs were shoved in after her, and another zip tie cinched her legs together. She was covered with something soft, like fabric. What little light was coming through the hood vanished and she was trapped in pitch dark. And then she was moving, rolling it seemed. She was in a laundry cart.
Whoever had kidnapped her had said nothing as she was wheeled down the hall. Despite the gag and the cloths piled on top of her, she made as much noise as possible, hoping that someone would hear her. She’d been kidnapped right outside of her room in a nice hotel at 8 pm. That shouldn’t happen. That’s shouldn’t be allowed to happen. The cart came to a stop, and then she felt an odd sensation, only to realize she had been wheeled into an elevator, and it was going down. She renewed her struggles, flailing bound legs and screaming into her gag. The hood around her mouth was becoming damp with her saliva from her frantic cries, not to mention around her eyes where it was stained with her tears and running mascara.
“Settle down!” A voice hissed at her. The voice was gruff, as though the owner was trying to disguise it, but even through the hood and laundry she could tell that the voice belonged to a woman. She did settle though, realizing an elevator was the least likely place to be rescued, and began to think about her situation. It made sense that whoever had grabbed her was a woman. Her abductor was shorter than her, much shorter given she was in heels; she had felt her kidnappers wrists on her bare shoulders as the gag had been tightened. When she’d been tipped into the laundry cart she’d been pulled downward. Also, whoever had done it was likely in a maid’s uniform to avoid suspicion as she wheeled her kidnapped victim away in a laundry cart.
The elevator came a stop, and the cart resumed its motion. She tried to get her breathing under control, because it was all she could hear through her hood.
Amy grunted as the cart came to a sudden halt as it smashed up against something, tossing her around. she felt the cart rock a few times before it was finally turned on its side, and she rolled unceremoniously out.
“MMMph!” she started crying out into her gag, shaking and flailing wildly.
“You done?” her captor asked after Amy had tired herself out. The hood all around her face was now sodden from drool and snot and tears and she was struggling for breath through her nose. All of her restraining shape wear and tight dress only made the laborious task more difficult. By some miracle her breasts hadn’t spilled out of her dress, and at this point she almost wished they would; it would make getting a breath in that much easier.
She refused to acknowledge her captor’s question, but she was in fact done with her struggles, and she lay still, her chest heaving and the wet cloth over her face sucking in and out with every breath.
Hands forced her to turn her head, reaching behind her neck to undo the strap holding her gag in place.
“I’m gonna take your gag out now. We’re in an underground basement garage, no one can hear you if you scream, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to get annoyed if you try to scream. Nod if you understand.”
Again Amy did nothing, refusing to acknowledge her captor. She was definitely a woman, no longer attempting to mask her voice.
“Do you understand?” her captor repeated, her voice raised. To emphasize her point, she grabbed one of Amy’s boobs through her dress, squeezing her mammaries. Amy screamed a muffled yes into her gag, nodding frantically.
“Good girl.” Amy was awarded for her compliance with a pat on her head, before the gag was fully unbuckled and pulled from her mouth.
“Please, let me gummph.” The ball was forcibly jammed back into her mouth as she bang pleading.
“Someone said they understood when clearly they didn’t. There will be plenty of time for pleading later, but now isn’t that time. Now, one more time. I’m going to take the gag out. I want you to be quiet, and speak when spoken to. Nod if you understand.” Amy nodded, just wanting the horrible ball out of here mouth. The thing was starting to make her jaw ache, and with the hood soaking up all her saliva it was a nightmare.
“Good girl,” her captor repeated, and once more the gag was pulled from her mouth. Amy lay silently, waiting for what was next. The hem of the hood was grab and pulled up over her head. She blinked into the sudden exposure of light, staring up into an array of fluorescent lights in the ceiling directly above her.
Her eyes focused on the figure standing above her. Even on her back on the floor, she was surprised at how small her abductor was. The woman couldn’t have been much more than five feet tall, if she was even that tall. Dressed in the hotel’s maid uniform, she looked like a little girl playing dress up.
“So, the great Amy Bernadette, still looking great.”
Her captor knew her name. “Who are you?” she chanced asking, hoping that question wouldn’t earn her the gag again.
The tiny blonde’s brow furrowed. “Are you serious? You don’t know who I am?”
“I’m sorry, I have no idea.”
“Tina. Tina Landau?”
Slowly the wheels clicked into place for Amy. “Tiny Tina!” she shouted.
The small girl moved with frightening speed, leaning down and slapping Amy across the cheek. Amy let out a startled shriek, but she remembered the threat of the gag and she kept her mouth shut after that.
Of course Amy remembered Tiny Tina. She had gone to high school with her. They weren’t friends or anything, but she was Tiny Tina, short even as a freshman. She was like a staple of the high school experience.
“You know what, thank you for that.” Tina said, standing tall above her prone captive.
“For what?” Amy asked, unable to help herself.
“I was worried I was going to feel guilty about what I had planned for you. But it’s good to know you’re still a selfish, stuck up bitch, and you deserve everything that’s coming to you.”
Amy’s eyes widened. “Look, Tiny Tina,”
Amy put a finger to her lips, shushing her. “ I get it,” she said. “I’m still Tiny Tina,” I haven’t changed a bit since high school. But let’s see how much you’ve changed. Let’s get you out of that pretty dress.”
Tina pulled a utility knife from her pocket.
“Please, Tina,” Amy started.
“Relax," Tina assured her. “This is just to cut the zip ties.” She reached into her other pocket, drawing out a small black device with two prongs. She pressed the button, and with a sharp zap sound a blue electric current shot between the two prongs. “This, however, is to make sure you behave. I can assure you, it hurts like a bitch, but I know how stubborn you are. Do you need a demonstration, or are you going to take my word for it?”
“I’ll take your word for it. I’ll be good,” Amy stammered.
“Atta’ girl,” Tina said. Amy’s terror was starting to be replaced by anger and indignation. It was partly how Tina was speaking to her. It was the way someone would talk to a dog or a small child. And this was Tiny Tina. How dare she speak to her this way. Despite having kidnapped her, and the Taser that Amy had no doubt would hurt like hell, it being Tina Tiny standing over, the threat just didn’t feel real. Tiny Tina was a nobody. And so small. Without the Taser or the element of surprise, Amy could overpower her easily.
Keeping the Taser ready in one hand, she sawed through the zip tie holding Amy’s ankles. Rolling the larger girl onto her side, she repeated the procedure on her wrists. Finally free, Amy rubbed at her wrists. The plastic ties had cut deep grooves into her skin.
“Get up,” Tina ordered. Glaring at her captor, Amy struggled to get onto her feet, teetering on her heels. Unsteady as she was, she was now towering over Tina. Still, the tiny girl didn’t seem intimidated by her size.
“You really did all dolled up for this, didn’t you.” The already short hem of her dress had ridden up a good deal during her struggles, and she had no doubt she had given her abductor a good show while struggling to stand up, and she could only imagine what a mess her hair and make up were after being hooded and gagged, but she still looked great, especially compared to Tina in her frumpy maid’s uniform. Amy chose not to respond, instead holding her head up high in an effort to look dignified.
“Alright then. Let’s lose the dress.”
“What?!” Amy protested.
Tina held the button on the Taser, letting its sharp crackled make her point for her.
Amy snorted, but complied, grabbing the top of her dress and peeling it off of her heaving chest, leaving her breasts barely contained by her black strapless bra. She slid the garment down, revealing her high cut black lycra spanx panties. A hint of blush touched her cheeks, and she let the garment drop down her legs to the floor and stepped carefully out of it.
Tina whistled appreciatively, making Amy blush even harder. She crossed her arms across her chest. “You’ve got nothing to hide. And speaking of which, let’s see them big jugs. The bra too.”
Amy glared at her diminutive captor, but she saw no mercy in Tina's green eyes. With a huff, she reached back and unsnapped her bra. She made a conscious effort not to make a show of it, acting as if it was no big deal as she freed her mammaries from their restrictive prison, first the right breast and the left a second later falling free.
Despite her attempt to make it casual, she could see that Tina was enjoying it immensely. The smaller girl rocked forward on her toes, taking in every inch of the former prom queen's rack with barely concealed excitement. They were practically at her eye level, making her gaze all the more obvious.
"Take it all in, Bee Stings," Amy said disgustedly. Tina seemed unphased by this crack at her own chest, or lack there of.
"Panties next," she commanded.
"Oh come on," Amy pleaded.
"You can take them off, or I can." She flicked the button on the Taser again for emphasis.
"Fucking cunt," Amy muttered under her breath.
"What was that precious?"
"I said yes, you fucking cunt," she practically screamed, but she was already complying.
Tina grinned, crossing her arms across her chest as her captive pulled the Lycra panties off of her hips and shimmied them down her thick thighs, exposing her shaven pussy.
"All the guys in high school said you kept it smooth. You always do, or did you do it special for tonight?"
"Fuck you!" She spat, kicking the discarded panties at Tina.
"There was a time when I wanted nothing more," Tina said with a smirk. She knelt, picking up the undergarment that had landed at her feet.
"Looks like you still do, you perv," Amy said, her fists clenched at her sides, knowing it was futile to try and cover anything.
Tina stretched the panties out in front of her. They looked huge in the tiny girl's hands. "How did you fit all of that into these? These things have worked miracles."
Amy blushed furiously. That was too far. She'd been abducted and forced to strip and she'd offered no real resistance, but this little pipsqueak wasn't going to get away with making fun of her like this. With an inarticulate scream, she charged the smaller woman. Tina barely had time to react, but she found the Taser tangled up in the panties. Before she could do anything Amy tackled her, the larger woman landing on top of her, knocking the wind out of her.
"You little bitch!" Amy screamed. She sought out Tina's throat, meaning to squeeze the life out of her. "I'm Amy Bernadette! I'm your god dam prom queen." She had found Tina's throat with both hands, and was proceeding to squeeze when she felt an incredible jolt of pain tear through her side. Screaming profanities, she rolled off of Tina, grabbing at her side.
Tina, coughing and sputtering for air, jabbed for Amy again with the Taser. Amy put up an arm to defend herself, but only resulting in getting the Taser right in her armpit. Amy fell to her side, curling up into a ball as Tina shocked her two more times for good measure.
"Please! Please stop!" she begged. "I'm sorry!"
"Not as sorry as you're gonna be," Tina coughed. "Now," she said, picking the panties back up. "It's quiet time for you."
As Amy started to protest, Tina forcefully started shoving the garment into Amy's mouth.
Amy retched as the Lycra invaded her mouth, trying to spit it out, to shut her mouth and stop any further invasion, but once Tina had started, she kept cramming it in, filling Amy’s cheeks and shoving the panties into until they threatened to choke her. Even still, a good portion of the black underwear still hung outside of her gaping mouth.
“You better not spit those out,” Tina warned her, getting up and heading to the car parked nearby.
Amy was too terrified to disobey. Her body still ached from the Taser, so she lay on her side on the cold concrete floor, naked save for her shoes, her mouth overstuffed with her own panties, waiting on her captor to return.
Tina retrieved a roll of duck tape from the car, pulling tape free of the roll with a loud ripping sound as she returned. Without even looking Amy knew the sound for what it was, and began blubbering incoherently into her gag. She offered no resistance though as Tina taped her wrists together in front her of her. She didn’t even need to threaten Amy with the Taser again to get her to sit up, and Tina wrapped her torso in more of the tape above and below her breasts, pinning her arms down. Amy whimpered, looking pleadingly up at her captor as Tina held her chin with one hand, as she poked and prodded the panties even deeper into Amy’s mouth. Satisfied when almost the whole garment had been crammed into Amy’s gaping mouth, she pressed the tape over Amy’s mouth, wrapping it around her head six times for good measure.
“You’re being so good now,” Tina said, grinning. Amy moaned. Tina grabbed Amy under her arms and started to lift. “Up you go.”
Amy struggled to get her legs under her. Tina, while being surprisingly strong, still couldn’t get the larger woman to her feet without her cooperation. She was like a baby deer standing for the first time, but finally she got to her feet, tottering awkwardly on her heels. She grunted in surprise as Tina slapped her across the ass. “Jesus you’re heavy,” Tina commented. Amy blushed as Tina pushed and prodded her towards the car. She only balked once they reached the car, and Tina lifted up the trunk hatch.
“MMM Mmmph!” Amy protested, shaking her head, taking an awkward step backwards.
“If you’d been good you could ride up front with me. But you proved you can’t be trusted, so now you have to ride in the trunk. Don’t worry, we’re not going far.” She reached out and grabbed Amy’s nipple. The bound girl shrieked into her gag as she was pulled by her tit towards the trunk of the. Tina made her sit on the edge of the trunk and then rolled her into the cramped compartment. Her ankles were tied together with more duct tape.
“I’ll see you soon,” Tina told her captive, waving to the moaning girl as she shut the trunk lid, closing Amy in darkness. Amy immediately set about looking for a means of escape, but there was no emergency latch on the inside of the trunk and nothing on the floor around her. By the time the car roared to life and rolled into motion, she was resigned to the fact that she wasn’t getting out of the trunk on her own.
It was only about fifteen minutes later when Amy felt the car stop and heard the engine cut off. She made a few plaintive moans into her gag, on the off chance that her abductor had stopped somewhere she might be heard. But when the trunk opened and she was once again blinded by the sudden light, she quickly saw she was in another garage, a domestic one this time, and there was her tiny smiling abductor, staring down at her. Amy moaned and pulled at her bonds in frustration, but only succeeded in jiggling her massive tits.
“See, I told you it wasn’t that far,” Tina said, freeing Amy’s ankles from the restrictive tape. She pulled her legs out first and then helped the bound woman sit up and get out of the trunk.
Amy tottered around the car in front of Tina towards the door and into the house. She barely had time to register her surroundings as she was herded through a cluttered kitchen and into a living room. Tina shoved her, and the startled girl stumbled forwards, tripping and falling over the back of the back of the couch. She flailed her legs uselessly, unable to reach the ground, her naked ass in the air and her face in the couch cushions.
“I almost hate to do this, seeing as how good you’ve been, but you’re not going to like what I’m going to do next, so I need to break your spirit just a little more.”
Amy didn’t like the sound of that at all. She managed to turn her head to the side so she could breath easier, but she still couldn’t see behind her over the couch to where he captor was standing. Amy squealed as she felt Tina’s small hands caress her exposed derrière. The hand lingered for a second, groping the soft flesh. Amy breathed a soft sigh of relief when the hand was removed.
SMACK
Amy bleated into her gag as Tina dealt a single swift smack across her unprotected ass. Tina resumed fondling, admiring the perfect handprint laid across the former prom queens left butt cheek, before delivering a matching blow to the right.
Amy kicked out with her legs, hoping to catch her assailant, but Tina easily avoided her blind kicks, and as Amy tried to roll over, she wrangled up her captive’s legs with one arm, and then proceeded to rein down a flurry of spanks with her other bare hand. Amy bucked and strained, screaming into her panties packed into her mouth to no avail.
Finally the spanking stopped. Tina’s hand was smarting, and Amy’s bare ass was a glowing red. Tina released her legs, and Amy let them hang, to beaten to try anything.
“There there,” Tina cooed, grabbing Amy and hauling her back to her feet. She looked up at the girl, wiping a tear from her mascara stained cheek. “If you’re a good girl I won’t have to do that again. Are you going to be a good girl?”
Amy nodded meekly, sniffling, mewing pitifully into her gag.
“I knew you would. Now come on, lets get you cleaned up.” Tina led her into a cramped bedroom. She turned her around and had her sit on the twin mattress. Amy noticed with dismay that there were already ropes attached to the four corners of the bed, but she didn’t resist as Tina forced her to lie down on her back. She allowed the smaller girl to spread her legs and tie each one to the corners of the bed. She winced as the tape was ripped from around her torso, the sticky adhesive pulling at her skin as it was yanked free. With another advisement to be a good girl, Tina freed her wrists, quickly binding them in similar fashion to the head of the bed, leaving her tied down spread-eagle on her back.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere,” Tina said with a wink.
Amy groaned, testing her bonds as the tiny blonde bounced out of the room. There was a little slack, but not enough for her to do much, especially not reach her gag. Her jaw was starting to ache, and the Lycra material was now soaked in her saliva, and the part still hanging out of her mouth was damp and uncomfortable.
Tina returned a moment later. She was carrying a make up remover pad, which she promptly set about wiping the running makeup off of her captive’s face. "You know I used to have the biggest crush on you in high school.”
Amy squirmed as Tina climbed up onto the bed next to her. “I knew your were straight, of course. All your hot jock boyfriends. But when that rumor was going around with that you made out with Becca Lloyd, well, that just gave me hope.” Finished removing Amy’s makeup, Tina climbed up onto her prone captive, straddling her naked body. “Tell me, was it true?”
Amy’s face was beet red, but she refused to acknowledge her tormentor, averting her gaze.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Tina leaned over the helpless girl, grinning. “Sixteen year old me is so turned on right now.” She brought her mouth to Amy’s ear. “To be fair, so is twenty six year old me.” Tina ground her crotch into Amy’s pelvis. Amy could feel her kidnapper’s panties, distinctly damp, under her skirt. “I bet Becca kept her figure better than you, but don’t worry, I don’t mind that there’s more of you to love.” Amy screamed into her gag as Tina grabbed a handful of each of her breasts in her hands. She continued to play with her helpless captive while Amy struggled and writhed in her bonds.
Despite the circumstances, Amy’s nipples grew hard under Tina’s ministrations. “Oh, is someone enjoying herself?”
Amy shook her head, cursing her body for betraying her.
“That’s not what your nips are saying. Let’s see what your pussy has to say on the matter.” Tina pivoted and swung around so she was turned around, her face above Amy’s exposed and vulnerable crotch and her as in Amy’s face. Amy had a clear view up her tiny captor’s skirt, where she could see a damp patch on Tina’s white panties. She could smell her arousal.
Amy howled in surprise, trying to buck the smaller woman off of her as she felt something hot and wet against her slit. Tina held on to Amy’s thighs, spreading her legs even further and went in for another lick.
Her struggles failed to dissuade Tina, and instead only seemed to turn her on, enhancing her focus on her captive’s pussy. Soon Amy was becoming almost as turned on as Tina, pleading into her gag for a different form of relief. She was approaching a climax when Tina stopped. Amy reflexively spread her legs even wider and bucked her hips upward, craving release.
Tina spun back around. “Ah ah ah. Not yet,” she wagged a finger at Amy. “You have to earn it.”
At that moment, Amy was willing to do almost anything. Tina got up off the bed, and Amy watched her apprehensively. Amy pulled her uniform off over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra; she didn’t need to, with her tiny breasts sitting perkily on her chest. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs, revealing her clean shaven pussy. She tossed the underwear at Amy, where they landed on her face. Amy got a full whiff of them before she shook the garment off onto the pillow beside her head.
“Now, I’m gonna take your panties out of your mouth, and you’re going to eat me out. If you do a good job, I’ll return the favor.” She ran her fingers across Amy’s engorged lips. She thrust her hips forward, as if trying to hold onto that lingering touch. Tina climbed back up onto the bed and once again straddled her captive, reaching behind her head to find the edge of the tape, and began unwiring it from around her head, unmindful of the hairs that were being pulled in the process. “When I take these panties out of your mouth,” Tina said as she reached the last wind of the tape, “you’re gonna be a good girl for me and not try and scream or do anything stupid are you?” Amy shook her head, desperate for the gag to be taken out. “Good girl. Cause if you do get any silly ideas, they’ll go right back in, and I’ll make sure they go all the way in this time, and then you’ll get another spanking. And this time, I’ll use a paddle.” Amy nodded rapidly to signal her understanding.
The last edge of the adhesive was pulled from her face and Tina pried the panties free of Amy’s mouth. Amy worked her cramped jaw, unsure if thanking her captor was expected or breaking the rules. She didn’t have time to decide, as Tina positioned herself over Amy’s face and dropped her vagina onto Amy’s mouth.
“Waammphhh!” she cried in startled surprise.
“You know what to do,” Tina said, grinding herself over her victim’s mouth. “And remember, the sooner you get me off, the sooner I help you out,” she reached back as a reminder and grazed her hand across Amy’s pussy.
Amy had never done anything like this before. She had in fact made out with Becca Lloyd Junior year, but that had been for a game of truth or dare, and it had been all the experimentation she had ever wanted. And yet what Tina had done to her had left her as horny as she had ever been. So she extended her tongue and clumsily got to work.
It was fortunately brief. What Amy lacked in skill and proficiency she made up for with enthusiasm and effort, and Tina was about to get off on the humiliation alone she was inflicting. Tina screamed as she climaxed, bracing herself against the wall as she came in Amy’s mouth. Amy put the humiliation of what she’d just been forced to do out of her mind, setting about cleaning up Tina as best as she could with her tongue without being prompted.
Tina climbed off of Amy’s face, fanning herself as she lounged across Amy. “Not too bad. I’m almost tempted to keep you.”
Amy lay quietly, using all of her willpower not to degrade herself further by asking Tina to follow through on her promise of returning the favor.
As if sensing Amy’s apprehension, Tina turned back to her. “Oh don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you. There’s just one thing I have to do first.” She picked up her own discarded panties that were lying on the pillow next to Amy. She proceeded to clean herself off first, and then use the soiled garment to wipe off around Amy’s mouth. “Do you remember that one day Senior year, I tried to talk to you when you were hanging out with your cool friends? We had a project together.”
Amy hesitantly shook her head. Before tonight she had completely forgotten about Tiny Tina. She honestly had no idea what the girl was referring to.
“Well I do. Your bobble headed boyfriend of the time thought it would be funny to pick me up. I mean, everyone thought it was fun to pick me up. I only weighed like 75 pounds back then. But you were laughing, and he took it one step further. I wasn’t having a very good time, so he decided to make me laugh to. He started tickling me.”
Amy’s eyes widened. She was starting to remember this story now. And she didn’t like how it ended.
“I’d had a lot to drink that day, and I was nervous. I was getting to work on a project with the great Amy Bernadette, the most popular girl in school. Even if I knew my crush was a silly dream, I still thought ‘hey, maybe we can be friends at least.’ I kept telling him to stop, but I was laughing, and you were laughing, and he just kept tickling me, and finally, I couldn’t help myself. I pissed myself, right there on the floor, in front of you and all your friends.”
Amy remembered it all now. She didn’t have the strength to muster an apology. There wasn’t an apology big enough for this. Her kidnapper wasn’t just some nut with a crush dealing with unrequited love. Amy had ruined this girl’s life, and up until this moment, hours after he abduction, she hadn’t even remembered doing it, it had been so insignificant.
“Everybody got real quiet,” Tina continued. “Everyone felt bad, but it made it so everyone could just hear me pissing my pants like a little girl. Everyone except you. You just kept laughing.”
“Please, I was just a teenager,” Amy said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“You were the goddess of that school!”
“I wasn’t even the one tickling you, that was Matt.”
Tina cut her off sharply. “No, you weren’t the one tickling me, and you probably weren’t one of the ones who kept leaving diapers in my locker. But every goddam one of them did it for you.”
“Please, you’ve got it wrong!” Amy pleaded.
“Shut up!” Tina yelled, jamming her panties into Amy’s mouth. “Don’t you dare spit those out,” she warned her, working the fabric into her mouth. Unlike Amy’s own panties, Tina’s tiny underwear fit completely in, but having her captor’s cum drenched underwear stuffing her mouth was somehow worse. Still she made no effort to spit them out as Tina got up, retrieving something from the closet. Amy strained her neck to watch her, whimpering into her newest gag.
Tina rummaged around in her closet for a second before returning with several items tucked under her arm.
“You know, I was guessing when I bought these for you, but I’m thinking now they might be a little small.” Tina held up a large adult sized diaper for Amy to see. Amy renewed her struggles, thrashing against her bonds as she realized her next torment. The ropes held her fast. She opened her mouth, meaning to spit out her panty gag, but Tina was to quick, cupping her hand over her mouth to keep her from spitting out the panties.
“You seem to be forgetting I told you not to spit those out. But don’t worry, I’ll help you be the good little girl you’re supposed to be.” Tina dangled something in front of Amy’s face. Amy’s eyes widened as she saw it was an oversized pacifier with two clear plastic straps extending from the mouth guard. Tina removed her hand, and Amy found herself unable to even close her lips enough to prevent the nipple’s insertion into her mouth because of the panties already stuffed in there. The silicone bulb was huge, and it forced the panties deeper into her mouth, threatening to choke her. Once it was fully in, Tina yanked the straps tightly around her head, clasping it tightly at the base of her neck, leaving Amy utterly silenced and humiliated.
“Don’t you look cute,” Tina cooed, wiping a tear from Amy’s cheek as the girl fumed into her infantile gag. “One more thing to do before we get you all diapered up.”
Amy moaned, unable to fathom what other degradations her captor could possibly have in store for her.
“Could it be you’re still enjoying this?” Tina asked with a smile, examining Amy’s still engorged pussy. She stroked her lips, eliciting a deep moan, and then flicked at her clit. “I haven’t forgotten our arrangement. Just a couple more things to do first.”
Amy shook her head, cursing her body. Amidst all the humiliation, she was still very horny, and was almost grateful for the gag, because she knew if Tina kept this up, she would be begging her to let her cum.
Tina kneeled on the edge of the bed, using her body to force Amy to spread her legs even further apart. “Raise you’re butt up,” she commanded, emphasized with a swat to her still tender backside. Amy yelped and complied, allowing Tina to slid a diaper under her butt. Amy hovered there for a second, not ready to allow herself to willingly sit down on a diaper about to be strapped on her, but it was not a pose she could hold long, and she fell back onto the awaiting padding. She felt Tina push her thighs up as far as her ankle bonds would allow, before she felt Tina’s hands on her ass again, spreading her cheeks.
Amy squealed as something cold and slimy was pushed against her ass hole. “Just a butt plug,” Tina explained, pressing the intruder into Amy’s back door. “You don’t want to shit in your diapers, do you?” Amy screamed in impotent rage as she was helpless to stop the plugs insertion into her ass. The fact that Tina had bothered to lube it up before violating her rosebud was of little consolation to the bound girl. Finally, the plug slid into place, leaving Amy feeling uncomfortably full and wholly humiliated. Still her ordeal wasn’t over, as Tina applied a generous amount of baby powder to her ass and pubic area. Tina’s small hands worked the powder in, paying special attention to her pussy. Within minutes Amy found herself on the verge of an orgasm again, tied spread-eagle to the bed of a girl who’s life she had ruined ten years ago, wearing only her heels, her mouth stuffed with the girl’s panties, soaked in her cum from an orgasm Amy herself had been forced to give her, held in place with a pacifier gag, a plug freshly stuffed in her ass and sitting atop a diaper that was in the very near future going to be taped on her. She had never been so morbidly ashamed in her life, and somehow that just fueled the fire in her loins. Just as she was about to achieve climax, Tina removed her talented fingers. Amy grunted in frustration, looking down between her legs just in time to see Amy pulling the diaper up, enclosing her in the symbol of her utter humiliation.
“It’s gonna be a tight fit,” Tina said, adjusting the garment before pulling the wings across her captive’s hips and taping them snug. “You know what? Better safe than sorry, let’s do two, just in case,” she said with a wicked grin. She relieved a second diaper from the closet while Amy shook her head in denial. She didn’t resist though as the second diaper was slid under her and pulled into place. Tina couldn’t get the tapes securely fastened on this one, but she was prepared for that, producing a roll of clear packing tape. A few passes around Amy’s waste ensured that the diapers weren’t coming off. “There we go,” Tina said, giving Amy’s diapered crotch a pat. Even through the double diaper, the gesture was enough to make Amy moan. “Oh right, you still haven’t gotten off yet. How silly of me.” Tina felt around under her bed until she produced her Hitachi vibrating wand. The sex toy came alive with a faint hum in her hand, and she pressed the head against Amy’s thickly diapered crotch. The bound girl moaned, bucking her hips forward. “Can you feel that?” Tina asked, pushing it harder against the diaper.
Amy could feel it, but through two layers of diapers, the vibrations were only teasing her, keeping her locked in her heightened state of arousal.
“You know, this will probably never get you off like this. The diapers are just too thick,” she poked a finger into the material to emphasize her point. “If only you had a way to make it so the vibrations could reach your poor little pussy better. You may not know this, since I did that science project that I was coming to talk to you about the day you made me piss myself, all by myself, but vibrations pass through objects better when they’re denser. Your dry diapers, the padding has too much space and the vibrations get lost. But if they were, let’s say, wet, than more of that vibration might get where you want it to go. And you might get what you want.”
Amy mustered enough focus to look at her captor in the eyes. She was pure evil. She wasn’t about to piss in a diaper just so she could cum. She didn’t even know if that stuff was true. She tried to think about it, but she couldn’t focus, and instead found herself trying to grind her diaper covered crotch into the head of the Hitachi.
Tina, for her credit, met her halfway, pushing back with equal force, but it still wasn’t enough. She watched the desperation grow in her captive.
“MMMMMMMFFFFGGGGG!” Amy screamed into her gag, her will broken. She didn’t care about anything other than getting an orgasm at that second, and she released her bladder.
Even over the buzz of the vibrator and Amy’s heavy breathing, both women could hear the hiss of urine as it flowed into the thirsty padding. Amy was beyond shame at the point, and just as Tina had described it, she could feel the pulse of the Hitachi grow stronger. She ground herself against it, screaming into her gag as she had the most intense orgasm of her life.
She lay back, panting through her nose, completely spent, as Tina turned off the vibrator.
“Impressive show,” Tina said, clapping. “Can’t wait to show everyone the prom queen peeing and cumming in her diapers like the little slut she is.
Amy raised her head, looking bewildered. Tina pointed to the dresser across from the bed. Sitting on it was a camcorder, the little red light on in the corner indicating its recording status.
“Oh yeah, I got the whole thing.”
Amy had one last tantrum in her, thrashing wildly against her bonds, roaring impotently into her gag. She was exhausted and her little display lasted less than a minute before she lay back, trying to catch her breath, just as securely bound as before.
“I’ll be right back,” Tina said. She returned a minute later with a baby bottle. She sat back down on the bed next to Amy. She removed her pacifier gag and plucked the panties from her mouth.
“Please,” was all she could say before Tina had popped the nipple of the bottle into her mouth.
“Drink up,” Tina said. What looked and tasted like milk was already flowing into Amy’s mouth, and not realizing how thirsty she was until the liquid hit her tongue, she gulped it down. She didn’t slow down until the bottle was almost half empty; finally noticing the strange aftertaste, but Tina held her head back, rubbing her throat to coax her into resuming swallowing. Her eyes were already starting to droop as she finished the last of the bottle.
“You, you,” Amy started.
“Shhhh,” Tina said, putting a finger to Amy’s lips. “Just go to sleep now.”
Amy did just that.
Amy awoke to a throbbing headache. She felt hung-over. As she brought her hands to her splitting head, she felt something soft over her hands. She opened her eyes slowly, and even the dim light seemed too bright, but she forced herself to focus. She saw to her horror that her hands were encased in think pink mittens that forced her hands into tight fists.. They were cinched tightly around her wrists, and tiny locks made sure they stayed that way. She tried to rub them off, then tried to bring them to her mouth, to pull them off with her teeth. Her mitten clad fists brushed against a hard plastic guard over her mouth.
It all came rushing back to her then. Whatever she had been drugged with had clouded her memory, leaving her feeling like she had just woken up with a terrible hangover, but instead of slowing coming out of that fog, she was hit with all the memories at once.
Her abduction, being forced to strip by Tina before being stuffed in a trunk and taken back to kidnapper’s house, where she was spanked, forced to eat out her captor, then diapered and forced to piss into it in order to achieve an orgasm. The best orgasm of her life. She couldn’t forget that.
She pawed at the obstruction in her mouth with her useless hands while exploring it with her tongue. She had been gagged again with the pacifier and something else stuffed into her mouth, most likely Tina’s soiled panties again. Her trapped hands followed the straps across her cheeks to where it was fastened securely behind her head. Without help, she wasn’t going to get the gag off.
As she adjusted herself, she was aware of something damp and uncomfortable between her thighs. She knew what she was going to find as she looked down and saw the diapers still trapped around her waist, fastened on with extra tape. Her piss and cum filling them had grown cold and uncomfortable around her nether region, and a quick exploration with her mitten encased hands proved that the diapers, like her gag, weren’t coming off with without help. As she shifted, she could feel the unwelcome presence of the plug still stuffed in her ass.
Something new had been added to her ensemble: she was now sporting a bib around her neck. It was white and had a pink frilly rim, and only covered the top of her otherwise naked breasts. She craned her neck to read what was written on it, struggling to read the words upside down. “Prom Queen Class of ’05” it read. She sobbed into her gag.
Her heels had finally been removed, replaced with pink booties that arched her mittens. They were also locked on.
She was however otherwise unbound. She took a moment to take stock of her surroundings. There was no sign of Tina, and she didn’t appear to be in Tina’s house anymore. She found herself in some sort of storage room. Small wooden painted structures were spread out around the room, and shelves holding paint and tools were on all the walls. Thick black curtains hung against the wall closest to her, and what little light that illuminated the room came from a set of windows set far up on the far wall, where the light of a streetlamp came through the window. A single door lead out of the room.
Amy struggled to her feet, hating the way the cold diaper felt between her legs as she brought her thighs as close together as she could. As she toddled towards the door, she could hear a dull murmur on the other side. As horrifying as the idea of being seen like this was, she wasn’t getting free on her own. She just needed to find someone, anyone, who could help her, contact the police, and have that nut job Tina thrown in jail.
It took a few tries, but she was able to turn the doorknob with both hands. The door was heavy, and she had to lean her whole weight into the door. Amy stumbled and fell, her booties offering her very little traction, as the door finally swung open and she collapsed onto her hands and knees.
The sounds she heard grew suddenly very quiet, and a bright light blinded her. Amy shielded her eyes, squinting as her eyes adjusted. If her jaw hadn’t already been crammed open by the gag, it would have dropped, as she realized where she was.
Amy had never gone backstage at her high school auditorium, so she hadn’t recognized where she was immediately, but she knew the stage she stumbled onto immediately. And standing out on the floor was the entire graduating class of 2005, back for the reunion. They were all silent, all eyes upon her, their prom queen, dressed like a baby, like a deer in the headlights.
Panicking, Amy turned, still on her hands and knees, her only instinct to retreat back into the relative safety of backstage. As she was turning though, she caught the projector screen above the stage out of the corner of her eye. It was the video Tina had taken. Amy was frozen, unable to tear her eyes away as she watched herself have the most explosive orgasm of her life into a diaper she had just pissed in.
Her diaper felt distinctly warmer, and she realized she was peeing herself again.
“Class of 2005, let’s a give a big hand for your prom queen, Amy Bernadette,” came the amplified voice over the microphone or, ironically, Becca Lloyd, the girl she’d once made out with in a game of truth or dare.
Her former classmates erupted into howls of laughter. Several people whistled.
Amy was paralyzed, unable to move from where she sat on all fours, looking every bit the baby she was being portrayed as. She’d come back to relive her glory years, and she had been reduced to a diapered slut.