“Oh my god, Darcy, you look amazing!”

“Thanks. I like your costume too,” Darcy said to the woman dressed as a Flapper. For the life of her, Darcy couldn’t remember the woman’s name, but in her defense, Darcy was more than a bit distracted.

The Flapper girl circled Darcy, admiring the multilayered, ruffled hoop dress Darcy was wearing to the party. “How do you go to the bathroom in that thing?”

Darcy fanned herself faster with the matching feathered fan she was holding. “With a lot of help,” she said, hoping her blush didn’t betray her. She was surely already red in the face, the insanely tight corset, not to mention the many layers she was wearing, was making her unreasonably hot despite the chilly autumn evening. It wasn’t even really a lie; it’s not like she’d been the one to put herself in two ridiculously thick diapers before getting the elaborate costume on. That had been all Jason.

The Flapper giggled. “Good luck with that. Let me know when you need to use the bathroom so I can get in before you,” she said, taking a deep swig of her drink.

“Will do,” Darcy said, looking around the party for Jason or Holly. Jason had mercifully let her out of the car at the door while he went to park, as walking on the absurdly high heels with the thick padding between her thighs was quite the chore, and Holly was supposed to meet them there. She was torn between waiting by the door for Jason to catch up, or venturing further in and looking for Holly.

“What a fantastic dress,” someone else said from behind her.

“I know, I was just telling her how great she looked,” the Flapper said.

“Oh, thank you,” Darcy said, turning back to see a woman dressed as a witch. Someone else she recognized vaguely but couldn’t fathom what her name was, or where she even knew her from. She was really starting to regret letting them dress her up and make her come to this stupid Halloween party. She didn’t see any sign of Jason coming in behind the witch, so she turned and started making her way deeper into the house, trusting the dress would disguise her waddle.

That was the one benefit of Halloween. “I can diaper you as thickly as I want,” Jason had whispered in her ear while she lay on the changing table, securely tied down, squirming as he touched her princess parts, whimpering into her pacifier gag. “No one will know that you’re my helpless little diaper girl,” he teased, rubbing her dripping slit. Her desire to be a cowgirl to match them had been rejected, and they had decided she would be a saloon girl.

October, or Locktober as Jason and Holly had dubbed it, had been hard, but it was almost over. Darcy had been diapered even more than usual for the whole month, but her padding in public was still often limited to pull-ups that fit discretely over her chastity belt. Not tonight though. There was no need for the sturdy contraption of steel and leather, not when she was sealed in inches of humiliating plastic and padding securely kept safe from tampering hands by locking plastic rumba panties.

As impressive as her costume was, Darcy knew immediately that the chorus of gasps was not for her, and the whistles and catcalls secured it. She spun around, and her jaw dropped.

She’d of course seen Jason’s costume, and her husband certainly pulled off the handsome cowboy he was dressed as. All eyes were on Holly though, and her costume was certainly not the cowgirl she expected her girlfriend to be. Rather than the sexy boots, corset and other period appropriate accessories Holly had been browsing online when they all purchased their costumes, Holly had gone for the other definition of cow girl. A simple black and white cow print bikini that was struggling to contain the busty girl’s heaving boobs, and a thick black collar with a big brass cowbell hung from her neck. She had on a headband with little cow ears and horns on her head, her blond hair braided into two neat pigtails, and she had a big leather tag dangling from one ear lobe. She was strolling into the party, one arm around Jason, the other holding a milk pail.

“Wow, I hope you trust your husband,” the Flapper said.

Darcy couldn’t even be mad at the woman. It was easier than trying to explain their relationship to just refer to Holly as their roommate. They certainly wouldn’t have told someone whose name Darcy couldn’t even remember that Holly was a lot more than a roommate. And they hadn’t told a soul that for the past month, Jason had been taking Holly to bed with him in the master bedroom, while Darcy was locked in her crib in the spare room, diapered and desperate, left to hump her teddy bear without any hope for release while she listened to them have sex on a repurposed baby monitor.

She was so horny, and seeing Holly like that was not helping at all.

And then her butt plug started to vibrate.

Darcy had to grab onto a table for support, gritting her teeth through an involuntary moan as she fanned herself harder. She didn’t know which of them had the controls to the remote control toy Jason has teasingly worked up inside her before taping her up in her diapers, not that it mattered. They both knew exactly what they were doing to her, casually chatting with other party guests together, subtly teasing and manipulating her from across the room. She gripped the table harder, squeezing her legs together, her thick diapers preventing her from closing them.

Holly had made her way to her; the pail slung over one arm as she was now carrying two drinks. She handed a red plastic cup to the flustered girl. “Well aren’t you cute?”

“Th— thanks.” Darcy took the drink in trembling hands, managing to tear her eyes away from Holly’s breasts long enough to glance inside. “Milk?”

Holly chuckled. “No, silly. It’s eggnog.”

Darcy nodded, taking a sip.

“I’ll give you milk later,” Holly whispered.

Darcy choked, spitting up eggnog.

“You messy little thing. Let me clean that up for you.” In a flash, Holly had grabbed a towel and turned around, bending over at the waist to wipe up the floor. She had a little cow tail, one that nearly covered the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms, a thong really. Holly swung her hips back and forth as she cleaned, her tail swishing back and forth mesmerizingly between her perfectly sculpted cheeks. Darcy wanted so badly to reach out and touch…

Too soon, Holly stood back up and turned back to face her. “What a sloppy baby you are,” she chided, wiping Darcy’s mouth. Darcy was beet red. People were staring. Holly stepped closer, the taller girl leaning in, her bared cleavage right in Holly’s face. “What am I going to do with you?”

Darcy was no stranger to Holly’s boobs. She saw them naked just yesterday, and apart from this month when she was kept frustratingly chaste, she got to play with them often. Maybe it was the month of being denied participation in the adult games, maybe it was the taut triangles of cow printed fabric doing almost nothing to hide Holly’s nipples, but her girlfriend’s tits had never been more tantalizing.

The vibrating plug increased in intensity. Darcy got weak in the knees, and she stumbled forwards into Holly’s arms, her face pressing into the cow girl’s pillowy bosom.

“Is she okay?” someone was asking.

“Her corset is tied a little tight,” Holly brushed them off. “She’ll be alright.”

She would be, but not here. Darcy needed them to take her home, get her out of this dress, take her out of her diapers and fuck her brains out while she suckled on Darcy’s magnificent mammaries.

“Take me home,” she whispered.

“It’s still early.” Jason was behind her, helping steady her.

“Midnight is still three hours away,” Holly added. “Unless…”

Unless she safeworded. One short phrase and she could be done with it all, the chastity, the diapers, the vibrating plug, the teasing, the humiliation, it would be over. For thirty long days and twenty one excruciating hours she hadn’t cried uncle, and her partners had made it very, very hard. All she had to do was last three more hours.

“I’m fine,” she forced herself to say. Mercifully, the plug slowed down, rumbling just enough to not let her forget it was there. “But we’re leaving at 11:30. I wanna be home AT midnight.”

“It’s cute when you think you’re in charge,” Holly said, pinching her cheek.

“I know it’s past your bedtime, but I think we can make an exception,” Jason said.

Darcy took the fresh drink offered to her with a scowl. It took every ounce of self-control she had to not pout like a toddler.

As usual, Holly was the life of the party, flitting about and socializing with everyone, but she kept finding her way back to Darcy, making sure the frustrated cuckquean always had a drink in her hand, whispering naughty promises in her ear with each one. The drinks were going right through Darcy, the corset constricting her already tiny bladder to the point where she was wetting her diapers almost constantly. The alcohol only made her hornier, but it did give her the courage to dance, not caring about her awkward moves. For his part, Jason was in equal parts trying to distract her and frustrate her, bouncing between engaging in casual conversation with her and other guests, and adjusting the speed of her butt plug.

“Are you wet?” Holly practically screamed the question over the music as she dragged Darcy onto the dance floor. They didn’t let her have her phone, and it was as if Holly had sensed that Darcy was asking someone for the time.

It was a rhetorical question, but Darcy answered anyways, screaming the answer back just as loud, not caring who heard. “I’m so wet!”

“Good!” Holly shook her boobs in Darcy’s face.

Darcy knew that if she didn’t have the wall of her dress in the way she’d be furiously trying to rub her diapers for any sort of relief. The hoop skirts did provide that barrier to keep Holly from dancing up on her too much, but her girlfriend made up for that by getting her boobs in her face as much as humanly possible. Darcy didn’t care whether or not people saw, or that her feet hurt and she was still so desperately horny. She was more than a little tipsy and having so much fun that she was surprised when she felt Jason’s hand on her shoulder.

“Are you two ready to go home?”

Darcy looked back and forth between her two lovers. She nodded, hard. “Yes, please!”

Jason gave Holly his vest to somewhat protect the half naked girl from the cold night air, and she took his hat. “Let’s go.”

With each of them holding her by the arm, half guiding, half marching her out of the house and into the night, Darcy really did feel like she was being abducted by cowboys. “Where are you taking me?” she asked playfully.

“Quiet, harlot.” Jason ripped off his bandana and swiftly pulled it between Darcy’s lips.

“Mmmmph,” she moaned as she was forcefully ushered towards the car.

“You’re gonna serve in our bordello,” Holly said, copping a feel as she pushed Darcy forward.

There was rope in the car already, and the two of them worked in tandem, binding Darcy’s wrists together in front of her while bundling her and her mass of dress into the back seat. “You’re coming with us, darlin’,” Holly whispered, kissing her on the cheek before tying another bandana over her eyes, blindfolding her.

“We’re gonna have a lot of fun with you,” Jason said, knotting the rope around her wrists.

“Gmmmnnphh!” Darcy moaned, squirming in her seat. She felt her gag being pulled from between her teeth, only to have something else stuffed in her mouth. She recognized the flavor immediately. Holly’s panties.

“Get used to the taste, Jezebel,” Holly whispered in her ear as she retied Darcy’s cleave gag.

“Mmmmmmm,” Darcy cooed, sucking on her new gag, wishing she wasn’t blindfolded so she could see Holly in her bottomless state. But the blindfold made it easy to imagine that the two brigands who had grabbed her were whisking her way in a stagecoach. The butt plug humming away inside her simulated the bumpy travel of a horse drawn carriage, the male kidnapper telling her how they were going to put her to use as their sex slave as he drove while the female kidnapper played with her tits and kept her in line in the back.

“We’ve been hunting for a chaste little thing like you.”

“You won’t be chaste for much longer.”

“Oh no, you’re gonna be servicing us in every way imaginable.”

“MMMMPHH!” Fuck she was needy. Her struggles got more desperate, but Holly was there, holding her down, clamping a hand over her gagged mouth, whispering in her ear how she gonna fuck her brains out.

“I’m gonna ruin that pristine pussy of yours.” Holly’s tongue flicked into her ear. “You’re going to be begging me to put you back in diapers just so you can have a break.”

“OUUGMMMGOOMMFFF!!!!” Darcy thrust her hips, grinding her desperate pussy against her soaked diapers.

“Welcome to your new home, slave,” Jason said. The car was stopped. Still blindfolded, Jason and Holly pulled her out of the car. Darcy could barely stand on her own, drunk on lust as much as alcohol with her diapers so swollen between her thighs, she squealed when she felt herself being hoisted off the ground and thrown over Jason’s shoulder. Two pats on her back in quick succession, his signal that he had her and it was okay for her to struggle. Darcy did just that, kicking her feet and pounding her bound hands against his back as he carried her inside. “Fight all you want, it’s too late.”

“Mmmmph!”

He set her down on her feet and hooked her bound wrists above her head, leaving her suspended, her high heels keeping her just on her toes enough to keep her from dangling. “Let’s see what we have here,” he said. He started ripping her dress off, breaking the hoop frame of her skirt.

“Ymmphh” she cried, not caring how expensive the costume had been as he destroyed it. He grabbed her boobs, and then ripped down the front of her dress. Soon she was in just her heels, diapers, corset, and of course, the locking plastic panties.

“Such a sexy, helpless, powerless, vulnerable, little girl.” He grabbed her crotch, squeezing the soaked padding.

“Mmmmhmmmph!” she moaned, thrusting her hips desperately towards his hand.

“So wet… So desperate… Is my little harlot horny?”

“MMMHHMMM!!!” she nodded hard, stamping her feet in frustration. She was so needy.

“Do you want me to take your diapers off?”

“PPPMMEEPHHH!” she pleaded, her whole body quaking in desperation.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He grabbed her, holding her close, his body against hers.

“YEEPHHHHHH!!!” she wailed, furiously humping him.

He let her go. She could sense him, moving around behind her. Darcy waited for the familiar sound of the key in the lock that kept her diapered and chaste. Instead she felt his hands, untying the knot of her blindfold. Darcy blinked as she was allowed to see, her eyes immediately going wide as she was treated to a big pair of boobs in her face. Holly was still wearing the cow print top, the two small triangles of fabric still straining to cover her breasts, but instead of the cowbell, a small silver key hung from her collar, nestled in her cleavage.

“Do you want the key?” Holly cooed.

“MMMMHMMM,” Darcy moaned, chewing on Holly’s panties.

She stared, entranced as Holly hooked her thumb under one of the flimsy strings strung over her shoulder, and slowly pulled. Her left boob popped free, her nipple engorged and demanding attention. “You’re going to have to earn it,” she whispered.

“Our cow needs to be milked.” Still behind her, Jason untied her cleave gag. Darcy spit out Holly’s panties, the soaked underwear landing between them on the floor with a wet splat. Holly’s top joined the bottoms seconds later, and she rubbed her newly freed boobs with both hands, teasing her nipples.

“Moooooo,” she lowed softly, leaning forwards, presenting her glorious mommy milkers.

Darcy didn’t need to be told twice. She latched on, flicking her tongue over the nipple in her mouth.

Holly moaned, grabbing Darcy by the hair and pulling her in, squishing her face into her tits.

The vibrating butt plug intensified, and Darcy could feel Jason’s hands, reaching around from behind her and grabbing her own boobs, thrust up and presented for groping by the corset. She was in ecstasy, licking, suckling, slurping on the nipples presented before her, intermittently having her face sandwiched between Holly’s great big udders, the cowgirl holding her their until she couldn’t breath, only to release her and shove another nipple into the desperate girl’s gasping mouth.

Holly finally let Darcy up for air, smiling down at the panting puddle of a girl before her as she grabbed the key and yanked it from her collar.

“Please,” Darcy begged.

“It’s midnight,” Jason said, taking the key from Holly.

“Locktober is officially over,” Holly purred, helping Darcy lift her arms over the hook she was suspended from. Darcy practically melted into her arms, falling forward, her big diapered butt thrust out behind her, the small heart shape padlock just waiting to be unlocked.

“Please, make me cum. I need it so badly!” she pleaded.

With a click, Jason unlocked her panties, pulling the frilly, plastic prison down his desperate wife’s thighs. Darcy tried to lift her legs to help kick off the garment that enforced her torment for so long, tripping and stumbling, only to have Holly catch her and pull her down with her onto the bed. Darcy fell face first back into Holly boobs, once again smothered in her lover’s bosom. The sound of her diaper tapes ripping filled the air over the sound of her muffled moans. The wet padding hit the floor with a plop, one at a time, and cold air hit her enflamed nethers.

Darcy’s mouth found one of Holly’s nipples again, while Holly guided her bound hands to that special spot between her legs. Her bonds weren’t much of an inhibitor; Darcy had pleasured her mistress in more inconvenient situations.

Jason spread her legs wider, grabbing her hips. Darcy raised her ass into the air, wiggling as she suckled desperately at Holly’s teat, frantically fingering her lover. It had been so long, thirty-one days since she’d been allowed to touch a pussy, either hers or Holly’s. She hadn’t forgotten what to do.

“Ggmmmphhh!” Darcy gasped into the boob filling her mouth as she felt the head of Jason’s penis penetrate her. She was so wet; he slid right in, filling her like she needed to be filled. She suckled hungrily, lustfully, her fingers buried in Holly’s slick folds, moaning as Jason slowly pumped in and out of her aching pussy, building speed as he took her from behind. All thirty-one days of torment and denial had been worth it, every moment she had been edged and sent to bed in her crib frustrated, 744 long hours she’d been kept in forced chastity by her partners, every second had lead up to this, and it had all been worth it.

Darcy shuddered as the first of many orgasms rocked her, gasping for air as she was held smothered in Holly’s boobs. They took turns with her, and she lost track of where her body ended and theirs began. It was a blur of boobs and penises, both flesh and silicone, lips and tongues, hands and butts. And it was heaven.

Hours later, Darcy lay panting, sprawled across the tangled mess of sheets, her head resting on Holly’s pillowy boobs, her legs draped over Jason’s well muscled torso. She couldn’t move; her limbs were jelly. She had to pee though, all the alcohol from earlier sitting uncomfortably in her weak bladder.

“What’s the matter, baby girl?” Jason asked, noticing her fidgeting.

“Ummmm, I can’t move…”

“Can’t, or don’t want to?” Holly asked, brushing Darcy’s hair out of her face.

“Both,” she admitted.

“What’s the problem?” Jason asked.

“I have to pee…” she blushed.

“We have a solution to that.” Holly leaned off the mattress, scrabbling around under the bed until she produced a diaper.

Darcy nodded wordlessly. They could diaper her again. They could lock her up for however long they felt like. She was theirs. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.