Squish Game: Round 3, Part 7

DISCLAIMER: This story contains hypnosis, diaper usage, pants wetting, mental regression, sissification, and other ABDL themes. If you haven’t read the first two rounds yet, I highly recommend doing so before digging into Round 3! I hope you enjoy!

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Biting down hard on the pacifier in his mouth, Aaron felt like he was about to blackout as Rita began applying baby lotion to his broken hand. “Y-You cooda given me…maybe a w-widdwe warning?” he said, his voice quivering as the soothing cream coated his skin.

“We don’t have time and you would’ve said no,” responded Rita, not stopping for a second as she sat down next to Aaron and pulled him into her lap, “Plant your feet next to mine and get ready to pull,” She placed her feet against one of the lower metal bars, prompting Aaron to do the same.

Resting in Rita’s lap while wearing a diaper was something that certainly would’ve made Aaron’s cheeks extremely rosy if it weren’t for the agony he was experiencing at the base of his thumb. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, as he shakily slid his feet next to Rita’s, pressing them firmly against the thin, metal bar. “O-Okay, I’m…oh fuck…,” he said, shaking his head as he attempted to push himself past his internalized fear. This was going to hurt a lot, and he knew it. Smacking himself across the face several times to pump himself up, he gritted his teeth against the pacifier’s rubber teat and shouted,” …weady!”

Linking her arms around Aaron’s chest, Rita guided Aaron to lean back with all his weight while pushing off the metal with his feet. For Aaron, the pain was unmatched by anything he’d ever put himself through as he and Rita attempted to squeeze his wrist and broken thumb through an incredibly small opening. His arm quaked as he and Rita pulled it taut, placing all that strain directly on his injured appendage. After nearly fifteen seconds of pulling, he could tell his arms starting to go limp; a sign that he was very near passing out.

“Don’t give out on me yet!” said Rita, doubling her efforts as she felt him starting to weaken. Thankfully, her words of motivation seemed to help Aaron dig deep as he put all his effort into pulling again. Slowly but surely, his hand began to inch itself through the small opening that the handcuff provided him with. Sadly, this only multiplied the pain as his dislocated thumb joint was now lodged in between the sharp, metal circle. He bit down on his tongue, puncturing several small holes.

With the broken part of his hand visibly caught on the metal lip of the handcuffs, Rita knew this was the final hurdle to clear in order to free Aaron’s hand. Unfortunately, this was also, by far, the most excruciating part of the process, leading to Aaron’s eyes rolling into the back of his head as they pulled together with everything they had left in the tank. It was so overwhelming, he swore he could see the gates of heaven for a brief moment before crashing back down to the hell he found himself in.

“C’mon! We’re so close!” yelled Rita, her arms quaking and sore from overuse. Knowing her strength would fail her soon, she lifted a hand off of Aaron’s chest in desperation and clamped it around his hand. With one big squeeze, she smashed his thumb’s dislocated bone into his palm, shifting his hand just enough for it to break free of the handcuff’s evil clutches.

Rolling off of Rita with his hand cupped against his chest, Aaron let out a muffled shriek as the pings of pain coursed throughout his entire arm. He spat the pacifier out and allowed a line of drool to run down his face, too exhausted to care. “Th-That…s-s-sucked…” he said, his voice shaking harder than his body was.

Crawling over to where Aaron was, Rita cooed at him with a few quick shushes before taking his hand gently in hers. “Yeah, well, it beats spending the rest of your life as a baby slave, right?” she said nonchalantly as she abruptly grabbed onto his thumb again and twisted it back in the opposite direction, snapping it into place.

“GAHFUCK!” shouted Aaron, retracting his arm from Rita’s grasp the moment his thumb popped back into place, “Will you stop that?!” Letting out a few measured breaths, he tested his relocated thumb, wincing as ached anytime he moved it. His only solace was from the fact that he could move it at all, something he feared would be impossible after his digit was throttled through the cuff’s tiny opening.

Helping Aaron to his feet, Rita snapped her finger on each side of his face, checking to see that he was still coherent enough to fight. “You can cry about it later. Right now, we’ve got work to do,” she said, pointing Aaron toward the ongoing fight between Natalie, Shawn, and their three assailants.

“Lee, what the fuck are you doing?!” yelled Lance as he used one arm to hold Natalie’s torso while the other was gripping a fistful of her hair and keeping it pulled taut in order to subdue her. Sadly, this had far from the desired effect as the added pain only caused Natalie to thrash and kick harder against Lee’s advances.

With their face and arms now covered in several bruises, it was safe to say Lee wasn’t having a great time wrangling Natalie’s legs into submission. “You come grab her legs if you think it's so fucking easy!” they said, their frustration hitting a boiling point as they took another heavy kick to the gut.

Meanwhile, Brett and Shawn were in the midst of an all-out brawl. Blows were exchanged before the fight devolved into a wrestling match, with both men attempting to place the other in a chokehold. Their body’s slammed against the cribs and various pieces of furniture as they duked it out to see whose strength was superior. “G-Give it up, Brett!” said Shawn, trying to use his superior size and muscle mass to overpower Brett’s grip.

Brett merely laughed in response, having no desire to give in. Especially since he was somewhat successful in getting the jump on Shawn, causing a good amount of damage early on in their brawl. Not only that, but he prided himself on being a slippery fighter who was hard to keep a hold on. Skillfully shifting his arm free from Shawn’s grip, he got in a few quick sucker punches to his opponent’s ribs, unable to target a more vulnerable spot due to his position. “You see, that's my fucking problem!” he shouted as he hammered in hard with his fist on the same spot over and over again, eliciting several screams from Shawn, “I don’t know how to give-”

*CRACK!!!*

Standing over Brett and Shawn with the Magic Wand held firmly in his hands, Aaron slammed the vibrating sex toy down on Brett’s head, instantly shutting him up. He then hit him again and again, until his body finally went limp in Shawn’s arms.

Tossing Brett’s body aside, Shawn leaned back against the floor and caught his breath. He let out a subdued chuckle as he looked up at Aaron, who was offering his hand in aid. “Didn’t think you had in you,” he said, reaching up to take Aaron’s hand and allowing Aaron to pull him up to his feet.

“Neither did I,” responded Aaron, almost impressed with himself over how he took care of the situation.

With Brett passed out on the ground, the game became simple from that point forward. Rushing over to where Lance and Lee were rounding up Natalie, Shawn quickly took control of the situation by grabbing Lance by the shoulders and whipping him back toward one of the cribs, resulting in him falling unconscious.

Sensing their inevitable loss, Lee let go of Natalie’s legs and held up their hands as they backed away. “I’m not with them. I was just…doing what I had to do to stay alive,” they said, hoping their half-apology would spare them from a humiliating fate.

“I don’t give a fuck. You wanna stay alive? Help us drag Brett and Lance’s bodies to the sex chair,” said Shawn, picking up Lance on his own and gesturing for his temporary allies to do the same with Brett.

Aaron and Lee wasted no time sprinting across the room to collect Brett’s heavy body. “Fuuuuck! This fucker weighs a ton,” scoffed Lee, struggling to find a good method of carrying Brett’s lower half. They looked up at Aaron and chuckled under their breath, “Look at us. Working together again. Who would’ve thunk it?”

Shaking his head in silence, Aaron had nothing to say to Lee. Instead, he kept his eyes trained on his and Lee’s destination, watching as Brett lay Lance across the bottom rack of the sex chair and locked up his wrists with two obnoxiously loud clicks.

“Alright, that’s one. Let’s hurry and-” Lee said, stopping short as they reached up to grab the second set of handcuffs, spotting a massive problem in advance, “You guys? What the fuck are we gonna do about this?” They let go of the metal cuff, allowing it to swing freely from the upper bar.

Dropping Brett’s limp body, Aaron’s shoulders slumped over as he stared ahead at the closed handcuff that had previously been attached to his wrist. Since they didn’t have a key, they had no means of unlocking it on their own, leading to everyone having one question on their minds, “How the hell are we supposed to cuff Brett to the chair?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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