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Squish Game: Round 3, Part 6
🕑 Added 2023-07-02 16:00:06 +0000 UTCDISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, hypnosis, pants wetting, mental regression, masturbation/diaper sex, sissification, bondage, violence, strong language, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!
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“Alright, you’ve got two minutes and you better not waste my time.”
Standing in the middle of an abandoned warehouse with trusted associates, Reggie and Lenny, at his side, Shawn squatted down to get a better look at the junkie they’d picked up. “Tell me, and you better not fucking lie, where the fuck Terry is,” he said, currently taking some time away from the gang he was in as he hunted for the man who had broken his sister’s heart.
“I-I swear to you on my mother’s grave I’m not lying,” said a man on his knees with his arms tied behind his back and a face full of bruises, “But…the thing is…you can’t get to him.”
Letting out an angry chuckle, Shawn smirked before landing another hit on the poor man’s face. “Listen, you fucking junkie. Don’t you ever tell me what I can and can’t do. Ever.” he said, flexing his hands as he recoiled from the punch, “Tell me where he is right now or so help me, Goddess-”
“He’s joined the Squish Game!” yelled the man, interrupting Shawn as he blurted out the unfortunate answer, “M-My contact said he’s being kept under lock and key until the next game starts.”
While those unaccustomed to the criminal underworld of New York may not know what the Squish Game is, Shawn certainly did. “The Squish Game, huh? Very interesting,” he said, standing back up and turning to look at his men.
“Then he might as well be dead,” said Lenny, hoping this would be the end of his boss’s crazed hunt. After well over a month of searching, they’d blown through most of the cash they had on hand and were now resorting to pawning valuables to keep afloat. The sooner they could get back to business as usual, the better.
However, Shawn had other ideas. He didn’t just want Terry to suffer at the hands of just anyone. If someone was going to get the satisfaction of seeing the light fade from Terry’s eyes, it was going to be him. He pivoted on his back foot to look at the man on the ground again with one final question in mind, “And how, pray tell, does someone enter the Squish Game?”
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Sitting on the edge of the crib with his arms crossed, it was safe to say this Squish Game had not gone well for Shawn. Sure, he had exacted his revenge on Terry in Round 1 but since then, both of his closest comrades had fallen, leaving him alone with six people left to worry about. Well, technically only three. He yawned as he briefly looked back over his shoulder at Natalie and Rita, making sure they were both where he had left them.
Sitting opposite Shawn's group were Lance, Brett, and Lee, all of whom were aiming to force the Squish Game in their favor. They paced back and forth, weaving between the cribs and keeping an eye on Shawn in case he gave them any sort of opening. They were like wild wolves waiting for an injured bear to become weak enough to feast on.
Finally, there was Aaron, who was stuck prone on the ground, refusing to stop tugging against his handcuff with his raw, bloodied wrist. While he knew his game was over, he at least had the small consolation prize of knowing Natalie and Rita wouldn’t be joining him in the loser circle in Round 3. It wasn’t much but it was better than nothing. That being said, part of him still refused to give him, compelling him to keep pulling on the off-chance he gained momentary super-strength and was able to tear right through the metal chains. Sadly, all his desperation managed to do was draw more blood from his wrist, making his situation even more painful.
Gritting his teeth as he shifted positions, Aaron sat back against the metal device that would soon be used as a sex chair once the other three guys realized they were going to have to cannibalize one of their own to stay in the game. The idea of having diaper sex with Lance, Brett, or, Goddess-forbid, Lee didn’t sound particularly appetizing. Still, it beat sitting across from Natalie with the knowledge that they’re minds would soon be mulched into mush. He kept reminding himself that he wouldn’t remember who he had diaper sex with anyway once it was all said and done, not that it really lessened the blow all that much.
“Psssst!”
Recognizing whose whisper he heard instantly, Aaron made sure that no one from the enemy group was watching as he turned his head back to see Rita hiding in the shadows. “What are you doing here? You should stick by Shane,” he said as quietly as possible while gesturing with his head for her to run back to the person in charge of protecting her.
“Honduras,” said Rita, her single-word response bringing a look of confusion upon Aaron’s face. She continued, hoping to clarify, “You asked where I am from. I grew up in Honduras with two older brothers, Ed and Emilio, and I met my future husband when I was 14. He and my brothers, they always used to dream of what life would be like here. If they knew it would be like this-”
Shaking his head, Aaron interjected, still struggling to catch up to Rita’s thought process, “W-Why are you telling me all this?”
“Because I want you to know me. I want you to know the person you sacrifice yourself for,” said Rita, glancing down at the floor as if ashamed, “I can never pay back for what you did for me. All I can do is give you my kindness for what little time we have left.”
Aaron’s eyes welled up as he listened to Rita’s reasoning. Up to this point, he’d managed to hold himself together in spite of his eventual doom. In the back of his mind, he silently cursed Lee for being right. There’s no way he could’ve taken Rita out after hearing all that. “Thank you. Truly,” he said, reaching toward the shadows and linking fingers with Rita, “Now, get back over there. You need to stick by Natalie’s side, okay?”
Giving Aaron’s hand one last squeeze, Rita inhaled deeply through her nose and readied herself for their final goodbye. “I will. Thank-”
“PUUUUUUUUUUSH!”
*CRRRRRRAAAAAAAAASH!!!*
Suddenly, Rita and Aaron’s eyes were drawn toward Shane and Natalie as the crib neighboring the one Shane was guarding lurched forward, causing a collision and forcing Shane to dive off the edge to avoid having his legs crushed by the shifting pieces of wood. In the midst of their conversation, they’d failed to notice Brett, Lee, and Lance creeping around in the darkness in preparation for their scheme. And while the three of them posed no threat to Shane independently, in a coordinated attack, they had a shot.
Following his miraculous dodge, Shane scrambled to his feet with the knowledge that a second attack wouldn’t be far behind the first. Sadly, he wasn’t quick enough to stop Brett from driving into him like a linebacker and slamming his back against the crib.
“Grab one and go!” shouted Brett as he struggled to keep Shane subdued. He may have gotten the jump on him but Shane was too strong to hold down forever.
Leaping over the side of the crib they had just shoved, Lee and Lance instantly centered in on Natalie as the only person left in the bed. “Where’s the other one?!” screamed Lee, who had his mind set on keeping Natalie around for another week and targeting Rita.
“Doesn’t matter! Grab her!” said Lance as he wrapped his arms around Natalie’s upper body and hoisted her into the air as she kicked her legs frantically.
If Natalie had been at full strength, there was a decent chance her fighting skills would’ve been enough to dispatch Lance and Lee simultaneously. Unfortunately, between her ankle injury and being slammed into a concrete wall, she was operating at far less than 100 percent. As soon as Lee grabbed onto her legs, she let out an atrociously loud shriek as her ankle was yanked on with great force.
“Fuck! We have to do something!” said Aaron, who began pulling against his handcuff again despite how much damage his wrist had already taken.
Kneeling down at Aaron’s side, Rita knew what needed to be done. She placed one hand on Aaron’s handcuffed hand to stop him from pulling while the other one gently cupped his cheek. “Aaron, look at me. I want you to flatten your palm and breathe calmly,” she said, earning a nod from Aaron as she guided his hand to open and placed her flat against his. For a brief moment, the two shared deep, intimate eye contact. Not romantic but full of intent as she did her best to reassure him with only her eyes that everything was going to be okay, “Now…this is gonna hurt.”
“Wait, what?” said Aaron, having no time to react as Rita abruptly curled her fingers around Aaron’s thumb and dislocated it in one swift motion, “FU-MMMMM!”
Having known that Aaron was likely to scream from the pain, Rita quickly pulled out a paci and plopped it in his mouth with the hand that she had placed on his cheek. “Breathe,” she said as she began breathing slowly in and out while raising her hand up and down, instructing Aaron to do the same. Once she felt his tension subside, she removed her hand from his quivering lips and wiped his tears off on her shift, “Much better. Now, stay with me because that was the easy part.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
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Aaron’s not done yet!
John Riendeau
Oh, so it's not over yet for him...
