Squish Game: Round 3, Part 4

DISCLAIMER: 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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“P-Please…ayúdame, por favor…” said a poor, young woman in stain-covered clothes as she dropped to her hands and knees. After failing to appear in court for her asylum hearing, she was at the end of her rope. Left with no other option, her desperation had led her to a shady area of East Harlem in hopes of finding salvation through the same criminal organization that her now-deceased husband had previously worked for.

Rubbing his chin playfully, the man in front of this poor woman leaned forward, blowing a puff of smoke from the cigar in his mouth directly in her face. “Weak, unconnected, and with broken English to boot. You’re not even attractive enough to work a block. I can’t believe you’d waste my time with-,” he said, stopping as one of his goons leaned over and whispered something into his ear. As the goon spoke, the boss's expression shifted into a sadistic smile, “On second thought, perhaps there is something we can do. You got a nombre, chika?”

Nodding her head rapidly, the woman looked up at her new boss, “Rita.”

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“Rita, huh? I’m Aaron. It’s nice to meet you,” said Aaron, smiling at his new acquaintance as he held out his hand to shake. His gesture went tragically unreciprocated, with Rita merely looking at his hand before backing away slightly, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He retracted his hand, hoping to still salvage this introduction.

Thankfully, this was a hope that Rita shared. “I-It is okay,” she said, her accent stilting her words slightly. Having survived on her own in this game for the first two rounds, she had seen Aaron pulling together a group of weaker people and wanted to be a part of it for strength in numbers, though she was too nervous to approach uninvited. However, now that she had helped Aaron with one of the math problems, she could use that as an olive branch to gain an audience, even if the alliance she had previously wanted to join had imploded spectacularly, “You…appear…like a good person. Did I say that right?”

“Uh, yes. I-I get what you’re saying. And thank you for saying that. I mean, I like to think I’m a good person but it's still nice to hear it from someone else,” rambled Aaron, stifling a soft chuckle at Rita’s expense. Her English may not have been great but she was still trying her hardest, and he didn’t want to mock that. Instead, he attempted to shift his amusement into curiosity. Out of all the remaining players, Rita was the only one that Talin knew nothing about, allowing his curiosity not to come across as forced, “So, where are you from, Rita?”

Rita opened her mouth to speak but was unable to get a word out before she was rudely interrupted. “You think this is gonna make it easier, Aaron?” said Lee, leaning back against their crib bars and eavesdropping on the late-night conversation, “Getting to know each and every one of us? Do you really think you’re gonna have it in you to take her out after you learn all the woeful details of her backstory?”

Rolling his eyes, Aaron wanted to ignore Lee and continue his conversation but figured it would probably be best to put this introduction on pause until they didn’t have someone listening in. “Let’s talk more after we sleep, okay?” he said, earning a nod from Rita in return.

*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!*

Suddenly, the alarm hanging over the nursery’s metal door began going off, followed shortly by the sound of the door rising up. Not wanting to test whether or not he was allowed to be out of bed overnight, Aaron sprinted back to his crib, throwing up the wooden bars in the nick of time. Meanwhile, the players who had fallen asleep began to wake up, with everyone looking toward the door and waiting to see what was in store for them in the middle of the night.

“Rise and shine, Littles! I need all of you to line up side by side,” said Dom as she entered the nursery escorted by a pair of guards on either side of her. Each guard had something large and metallic in their hands. They placed their metal pieces on the ground in front of Dom and quickly began assembling them together, a process that was completed in under a minute. Once the guards were finished, they backed away from both Dom and the metal device they had constructed, with one of them going to the wall and flipping on the lights.

Recoiling from the sudden brightness, Aaron held a hand up to his eyes to slowly ease his vision into the lit environment. When his eyes finally adjusted, his focus quickly centered on the metal device, which looked like some sort of torture chair. As he slowly moved toward the device to line up in front of Dom, a few more key details began to stand out. Specifically, his focus was drawn to the four pairs of handcuffs that were attached to the device: two of which clung to the top bar while the other two rested against the bar that was touching the floor. After being so used to the ironically kid-friendly environment that made up the Squish Game arena, seeing something that looked like it was ripped out of a Saw movie was jarring, to say the least.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who is the Littlest of them all? That is for you all to decide,” said Dom, pulling out a Magic Wand that she had been holding behind her back for everyone to see. She approached the device and set the vibrator on the ground next to it, “By the time I return, I expect to see two players locked up and having the best diaper sex of their lives. Failure will result in all seven of you forfeiting your adulthood.”

Slowly, all seven players felt their jaws drop, each contemplating the stakes of the challenge at hand. Perhaps none were as shocked as Lance was, who up to this point, had been given advance notice on what challenge the next round would bring with it. He stared anxiously at Dom, who could only smirk back at him and subtly shrug her shoulders.

Turning to leave with her two guards in tow, Dom waited for the doors to start closing before making her final, definitive announcement, “Buckle up, Littles. The game gets much harder from here. Round 3 has officially begun!”

*CLATTER!*

As the big door settled into place, the seven players all began looking back and forth amongst themselves either too terrified or too sleep-deprived to make the first move. Meanwhile, Dom strutted through the narrow corridors of the Squish Game facility, promptly arriving in the monitoring room so she could watch all of Round 3 play out. “Let’s see the Caremaster call this little twist ‘disappointing?’” she said to herself, still raging against the Caremaster’s harsh reaction to Round 2. She leaned forward in her chair and aimed her eyes at the center monitor, amused by the fact that all seven Littles were still standing in an orderly row, “C’mon, Lance. I know you want to make the first move.”

Sure enough, Dom could not have been more correct. Tapping his foot rapidly, Lance was still trying to shake off the surprise of being woken up to the start of Round 3 having received no detail on the challenge beforehand. When he volunteered to win this game for Dom, the deal was that she would ensure his advantage at every turn. Clearly, Dom had other plans in mind, meaning that he would need to think on his feet to keep a leg up on the competition. “Logically, there are two ways we can do this,” he said, attracting everyone’s eyes as the first person to break the silence, “We can either target the strongest players in an attempt to level out the competition, or we can target the weakest players who would have the hardest time fighting back.”

“And I suppose you fall under neither of these categories, do you, Lance? How convenient,” said Shawn, feeling a little singled out as he was clearly the strongest person left in the game, with only Brett coming remotely close to his muscle mass.

Stepping out of line, Lance walked across the line of players until he arrived at Shawn. He may not have been stronger, but Lance still eclipsed Shawn’s height by several inches, allowing him to look down on his rival. “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you have a better fucking idea? Because I don’t see the point of gunning for someone middle of the road like myself or Lee. No offense,” he said, turning to Lee who was standing directly beside Shawn.

“None taken. You’ve got me convinced,” said Lee, who was more than happy to remove themself from the list of options, “I’m all in for taking out the weakest so we can get back to sleep at a reasonable time. How’s that sound to everyone?” They looked back and forth across the line of fellow players, stopping to stare extra long at Aaron.

Rolling his eyes, if there was anyone Aaron didn’t want to have a say in how Round 3 went down, it was Lee. He quickly formulated the best idea he could come up with, hoping to avoid conflict if possible. “Why don’t we just put it to a vote? That way it's fair for everyone,” he said, attempting to stay objective.

Sadly, several others did not see Aaron’s idea as objectively as he did. “Oh, I’m sure you’d love that. What with the two whores already in your back pocket,” scoffed Brett, his words instantly causing an uproar as multiple voices began trying to speak over each other.

Limping over to where Brett was standing, Natalie could feel her blood boiling over Brett’s nasty, little “whore” comment. However, she wasn’t able to get far before Aaron stepped into Natalie’s path, holding her back from kicking off what would surely be a violent brawl.

“Natalie, you guys, get a hold of yourselves,” said Aaron, attempting to calm everyone down. And while he was able to halt Natalie’s warpath, the others who were loudly shouting were less compelled by his plea for peace, “We can figure this out. We just need to-”

Before Aaron could finish his sentence, he felt a firm hand grab the crux of his neck and shoulder and press down on one of his most vulnerable pressure points. This caused him to instantly bend forward. He had no time to get a handle on what was happening as he was immediately shoved forward into the metal device, his head ramming against one of its sides and sending him to the ground. As he tried to come to, he felt a familiar sharpness close around his left wrist. He didn’t even have to look to know what had happened. He yanked his arm back only to find it locked in place by a tightened handcuff.

“Ugh! Finally! Goddess, isn’t it so much better to hear him shut the fuck up,” said Brett, standing over Aaron with a sadistic smile, “That’s one down. You’re welcome, everyone.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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