Cocky Queen to Cucky Quean – The Sequel

Please note that all nonconsensual activity in this story is PURE fantasy! Don't do this at home, folks – or anywhere!

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When, oh when will this nightmare end?

The morning light is already seeping through the curtains. My eyes are gritty with sleep and spent tears, and bound as I am, I can only blink them repeatedly as I struggle to make out the world around me. I tug weakly at my bonds, hoping against hope that some miracle happened during my last few hours of uneasy slumber… but the ropes remain as tight as ever. I try to force out a scream through the soggy wad of panties jammed in my mouth, but nothing slips past them and this awful layer of tape. I'm well and truly stuck here: half-naked, bound and gagged, a captive forced to sit here on this awful chair, waiting for…

For what, exactly? For those two sadistic creeps to wake up at last? For them to come to their senses and apologize and let me go? "Oh, Tanya, we're so sorry! We were drunk last night- we weren't in our right minds- we were just playing, we never meant to hurt you…"

Hah, I bet. Somehow I have a feeling that those fucking assholes are awful enough to do this shit all over again, if they get half a chance.

But that's beside the point. Right now I'm dealing with a bigger problem: my stupid fucking bladder. See, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that when you tie someone up for fucking hours on end, and you don't let them use the toilet like a normal human being, they're gonna have to take a piss regardless. Which is me right now.

I've been trying to hold it all this time. You know, during those moments when I'd jerk awake in the night, and find myself here, and drift uneasily off to sleep, trying desperately to forget the rising pressure down there. I've been forcing away the nasty thought in my mind – the thought that they knew this would happen – the thought that even once they wake up, they're not going to let me go until I give in…

After all. Why the fuck else would they have taped this disgusting adult diaper on me, huh?

It's a revolting thought. And yet, as the minutes drag by on leaden feet and the heavy breathing from the bed tells me they're still sound asleep, I begin to realize I simply don't have a choice. I gulp around my gag. I shiver, as much from the thought of what's about to happen as from the pain of my bursting bladder. And then, at last… I let go.

But nothing happens.

It's like my muscles are too well trained, apparently. My brain knows I'm not on a toilet, and it's not about to let me sit here and piss myself like a fucking baby. Fuck! I gulp again, then shift gears: from simply relaxing my muscles to bearing down, trying to force the pee out of my aching bladder. I- I can't put up with this any longer! I have to void, have to get some relief…

When the first hot spurt emanates at last into the padding between my bound legs, the strangest sense of relief washes over me… quickly replaced by disgust and horror as I realize that my newly liberated bladder has now decided to ignore me entirely. My aching muscles can no longer stop the flood as it swells, and there I sit: staring stiffly ahead, wincing at the mortifying sensation of my body betraying me. I'm not simply pissing my pants, I'm flooding them uncontrollably… and there's nothing I can do about it.

Of course it's not two minutes after it finally stops that those assholes begin stirring. Leah sits up, her stupid little tits naked and shameless in the morning light, and as she catches sight of me, her face shifts from sleepy confusion to waking, grinning recollection. "Hey, Tanya," she smirks, and she rises from the bed, completely naked, to pad over beside me. "How you doing? Had a fun night, hmm?"

I let out an angry gurgle, which is the best I can do. But try as I might, I can't help the pathetic little whine of disgust that escapes me as she glances down… grins… and prods the thickened, warm garment between my thighs.

"Aww, and you even made your diaper all wet for us, too!" She's giggling, fingers pressing provocatively into the soaked padding. "Guess you're nothing but a soggy-bottomed little baby after all, huh? I knew it was a good idea to put you in one!" Of course I try to growl out my angry retorts, but somehow it's as if every strangled protest I make only tickles her more. She's loving this, I realize with a sinking feeling in my gut. And the harder I struggle, the more of a kick she's going to get out of it.

So… what can I do? Quit struggling? Just accept it? But that's… no, I can't. I can't!

"Dean, wakey wakey," Leah coos, and now she's trotting over and planting a series of affectionate kisses on his stupid, unshaven face. "I think our roommate needs attention! Look, she actually peed her diaper. Good thing I thought to put her in one, huh?"

"Uhh…" He's waking up, groggy but interested. And in his blinking gaze, I read a flicker of interest that quickly brightens to a full-on, sadistic gleam. "Oh, hell yeah! I'd almost forgot. 'Cause, fuck, you were good last night, Leah…" He stretches languidly, then grins and deals her exposed ass a brisk smack, eliciting a yelp of good-natured surprise. "What do you think, hmm? Shall we give her another show this morning?"

"Don't you think we ought to untie her?"

"Oh, of course," he rumbles, and I gulp in sudden relief at his words. But now he's rising from bed, his half-erect cock already twitching as he steps firmly over to tower over me. "Although first… I think we need to teach this bitch a lesson in respect."

Respect? Fuck you- you pervert! You absolute asshole- You mother-fu-

"In fact… I think she'll need several. Hell, it might need to become a regular course, don't you think?" He flashes a grin at her, then bends down and seizes me by the chin, forcing me to blink fearfully up into his imperious gaze. "Look here, Tanya. Neither of us actually hates you, okay? We just won't put up with any more of the shit you've been giving us – particularly last night, but before that, too. It's simple: since you insist on behaving like such a bitch to us… well, I think we're simply going to have to use a bit of leverage: to make you cooperate, for one. And to show you how it feels to be disrespected."

"Leah, get your phone. I need you to take pictures of our friend here." He is grinning softly, clearly relishing the panic that must surely be flashing across my gagged face. "And I mean lots of pictures. With plenty of detail. And with a particular focus on that soaked diaper of hers."

Well, what can I do? I can't hide my face. I can't beg them to stop. All I can do is whimper in mortified defeat, squeezing my eyes shut in horror as Leah prances about, the shutter sound of her phone camera clicking merrily away. I know exactly what they're doing. They're documenting their handiwork. Documenting me. Getting the most humiliating photos ever: photos that I'm positive they'll use to blackmail me…

Nor am I wrong. "Now, then," Dean smiles at last, and in his voice I hear an edge of steel. "We have more than enough photos to ruin your reputation, Tanya. You want that? You want the entire world to hear about… hmm, let's see. What a filthy, sex-addicted freak you are? About how you'll do anything for anyone so long as they'll tie you up, and humiliate you, and treat you like a pissy, filthy little diaper-wearing slut?"

I'm trembling in my bonds, fiercely shaking my head in vehement denial. I- I can't have that. I simply can't! I'll never hear the end of it. All the guys I've been dating- they'll hear about it. I'll be the laughingstock of the university! No, no, please-

"Unless…" He pauses for dramatic effect. "Unless you agree to play along with me and Leah. You know, just like you are right now."

He turns to Leah, and his tone becomes quietly, horrifyingly conversational. "See, Leah, I think this friend of yours is actually a perfect play partner, don't you? I think she'll be a delightful bimbo once she learns her place. She's got the tits for it, after all. Or, hmm… maybe a hucow?" He's gazing speculatively at me again, and I shudder and tug fruitlessly at my bonds. "But for now, I'm thinking the diaper will be a great start. So long as she's going to be our pet bimbo, I'm voting to make her a diapered bimbo: you know, far too stupid and brainless to use the toilet…"

It's as if Leah doesn't even hear my muffled grunts and gurgles of protest. "Oh, wow! Yeah… that would be fun." She's grinning, gesturing back at her backpack. "It's super easy for me to look up a few more of those adult diapers. I'm sure we can find some online, too…"

"Agreed," Dean nods. He turns to me, and as he reaches down toward the ropes holding me hostage, he drops a simple, devastatingly quiet command. "Tanya, it's decided. You are going to wear a diaper for us from now on: night, day, wherever you are. Understand? And if you tell anyone about this… if you even think about taking it off… Believe, me, we're going to find out. And the moment that happens, we're going to make sure everyone you know gets copies of those photos."

I flinch, my mind awhirl with horror and bewildered anger. Diapers?! A- a bimbo? Me- me in… diapers? Like this… from now on?! I want to sob, to fight back, to swear and curse and punch them both until they're unconscious. I want to run, to forget all this, to wake up and find this has all been a horrific nightmare…

But I can't do any of that. And so, as they both stare expectantly at me… as Dean asks me imperiously if I agree to do all that… I can only nod. Blinking back my tears of humiliation and defeat.

"Good bimbo," he commends, and now the ropes loosen at last under Leah's dexterous fingers. I squirm free, but before I can even rise from the chair, Dean is back, a thick black magic marker in his hand. "Hold still," he orders, and I stare, shivering at the sensation of the marker tracing across my naked and exposed chest. What the-? What is he… writing…?

"Perfect," he finishes at last, and from the fierce twitch of his erect cock I can tell he's loving every second of this. He steps back, and grins conspiratorially at Leah as I glance down, unable to make out exactly what he's written. "Now the entire world will know you for what you are, Tanya: our BIMBO."

Oh, god- no! Not that- No way-

The gag comes out. My parched, aching mouth splutters weakly, my angry protests of the night now dissolved into half-formed pleas for mercy. "Please, no- I'm sorry- I- Please don't-"

"Too late for that, bimbo," Leah chimes in, her voice vibrating with sadistic delight. And even as I rise from my chair with a disgusted wince at the warm padding between my thighs, Dean is stepping forward, thrusting me down to my knees. "First things first, Leah. Let's teach this bimbo the proper way to please her superiors."

"No-, no, please, no more! I- I don't wanna- I don'- do-wwnnmmmmmppphhh!!"

The taste of Leah's womanhood is unlike anything I've ever tasted, its heady musk sharp and full on my parched tongue. My nose is filled with her scent, my eyes blinded as Dean forces my unwilling head deep into my roommate's naked crotch. "Good bimbos eat pussy," he orders, and I gulp and shudder in impotent disgust. "Eat up. Show us what a good bimbo you are… and maybe we'll think about not releasing those photos."

So I bend to it, squatting before them in my piss-filled diaper, licking in feverish haste at Leah's warm folds. Not because I want to. Not because I like to. But because the alternative is terrifyingly unthinkable – and I simply can't allow the unthinkable to happen.

But all the while, above the rise and fall of Leah's rapturous sighs, I can feel Dean's marker cutting its humiliating way over my body: across my back… over the crinkling white monstrosity around my ass… even along the backs of my naked thighs. Will I ever know exactly what choice names he is giving me? Will I know if I am being branded a slut? A fucking cow? A pissy-pants diaper baby? A pathetic, cock-sucking, pussy-eating whore?

I have no idea. But at this rate, I have a nasty suspicion that before these two are done with me, I might end up deserving any and ALL of those names.

Suck… lick… moan… suck… lick… groan…