Squish Game: Round 3, Part 5

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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“WHAT THE FUCK?!” screamed Aaron, planting his feet against the metal device and pushing off it with all his strength. But no matter how hard he pulled, the handcuff was sealed onto his wrist, its opening too small to slide his hand through. His eyes scanned the floor around him, hoping to find a key of some kind. Sadly, other than the vibrator that Dom had left behind, nothing else had been placed next to the chair-like device, meaning that short of cutting off his hand, his game and his adulthood were essentially over, “NONONO! FUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

Without Aaron around to prevent her from lunging into an all-out fight, Natalie rushed into action, instantly leaping onto Brett’s back and wrapping her arm around his neck. The pair flailed around for a few seconds until Brett finally managed to get their footing. Noticing the nursery’s metal door was only a few feet behind them, they powered themself backward, slamming Natalie against the wall multiple times until she finally dropped to the ground unconscious.

“Ther-*COUGH! COUGH!*...There she is…” said Brett, his voice far raspier after his throat was throttled by Natalie, “Why don’t you stay the fuck down and let the big boys handle this?”

Cautiously approaching Brett and Natalie from behind, Lee wasn’t exactly impressed with how Brett chose to handle business but he also couldn’t argue with the results. “Nicely done. I honestly thought that would be harder,” they said, squatting down to get a better look at Natalie’s pained expression.

“Well, that should do it, right?” said Brett as he turned his back on Natalie to face Lee, no longer viewing the infamous K2K leader as any sort of threat, “Let’s just get the lover birds locked up together and be done with it,” he said, hoping this settled things once and for all.

Lee, however, had other ideas. “Nuh-uh, there’s no way we’re wasting a slot on gimpy, here. She won’t make it past another physical comp anyway. Plus, I don’t wanna make things too fun for Aaron…” they said starkly as he turned his back on Natalie to face Lance, no longer viewing the infamous K2K leader as any sort of threat, “...not when better options are available.” As he ended his short speech, his eyes centered on Rita, cracking a devious smile.

Following Lee’s line of sight, one of the last people Aaron wanted to see suffer with him was Rita. Realizing Lee’s intentions before they could verbalize them, he yelled out, “Rita, run!”

Rita, who up until this point had been trying to stay discreet in the background, suddenly found herself at the center of everyone’s attention. Looking at the myriad of angry, male faces, she instantly flipped around and sprinted back to her crib, climbing inside and shuttering it in Lance’s face as he tried to grab her. “S-Stay back!” she said as several hands reached through the bars to grab and hit her. Unfortunately, she lacked the strength needed to keep Lee, Brett, and Lance from lowering the bars back to the floor. As a last-ditch effort, she moved to scale the side of her crib, hoping to jump about before being grabbed. She was too late though as she felt multiple hands latch onto her legs and pull her down.

“H-Hey! Stop fucking squirming or you’ll be joining Aaron with a pair of black eyes!” shouted Brett, narrowly dodging one of Rita’s legs as she frantically kicked at her assailants, “Ugh! Shawn! We could use another pair of hands over here!”

Standing in the exact same spot he had been standing in since Dom’s announcement, Shawn had no dog in this fight. He knew none of them were strong enough to take him down and with all of his lackeys falling victim to the Squish Game already, there wasn’t a single person left in this game that he cared about enough to like or hate. So long as he was the only one left when all was said and done, nothing else mattered.

Taking notice of Shawn’s stoic isolation, Aaron knew that with Natalie still down for the count, Shawn was his only hope of at least sparing Rita from the same fate as him. “Shawn! Are you really gonna let Lee and Lance take command of this game?!” he said, hoping to trigger Shawn into targeting one of the other guys instead of gunning for Rita, “Shawn!”

“I don’t talk to dead men,” said Shawn, refusing to give Aaron the time of day. Even if he had to admit Aaron had a point, he wasn’t about to stick his neck out for someone he couldn’t give two shits about. No longer having the crew that he started this game with, his best option now was to lay low and rely on his own physical prowess to move forward.

Aaron, however, had another idea, one he hoped could help Natalie and Rita progress, even if his game was practically over. “You’re right, I am a dead man. That’s why I’m the only one who’s gonna be straight with you,” he said, spotting the darks of Shawn’s pupils for a half second. It wasn’t much but it was something to work with. After all, if there was any skill Aaron was proficient in, it was bullshitting, “Think about it, with me and probably Rita out of the way, it’ll just be you and Natalie left with Lee, Lance, and Brett. If there’s another round where they can team up, who do you think they’re gonna do? We both know that Lance already mentioned targeting the strongest.”

Remaining silent, Shawn began tapping his right foot on the floor; his only tell. “So what?” he said, responding to Aaron against his better judgment, “I can win this thing on my own. None of you can hold a candle to me.”

“Strength alone can’t win the Squish Game and you know it. Tell me, exactly how did all those muscles help you solve math problems and play fucking hopscotch?” said Aaron, moving in to seal the deal now that he had already claimed Shawn’s attention, “If you help Rita and Natalie…if you keep them safe…they will stick with you until the end. A whole new batch of goons to follow you into battle.”

Shawn’s foot tapping came to a halt as Aaron finished his pitch. He had made his decision. Approaching Aaron, who was prone on the ground next to the metal device, he cracked the knuckles in his fingers before shifting his neck to the side and popping it as well”

“Oh, fuck,” sighed Aaron, having seen far too many people approach him in a similar manner. He closed his eyes and braced for the punch or kick to the jaw that Shawn was sure to give him.

Over on the other side of the nursery, Lee and Brett were struggling to wrangle Rita up, who was actively ensuring that the task of rounding her up was as difficult as humanly possible. She kicked her legs and wiggled her body in all directions, making it near impossible to keep her pinned down for more than a few seconds at a time.

It was only when Brett climbed on top of Rita and straddled her waist that they were able to stop her from moving. “Fuck me, she’s a slippery bitch,” said Brett, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his free hand. He looked over at Lance, who was standing next to the crib unbothered, “Oh, don’t worry about us. You just stand there and look pretty.”

Rolling his eyes at Brett’s remark, Lance responded, “Hey now, someone had to play defense in case she wiggled out. Besides, you two got her anyway.”

“You’re right…we did…so that means you…get to carry her over there,” said Lee in between heavy breaths, finding themself forced to utilize muscles that rarely got any action as he held down Rita’s arms with his, “Get your lazy ass over here so we can-GAH!”

Before Lee could get his new cohorts to mobilize, he felt a pair of strong hands grab him by the shoulders and yank him backward, throwing him out of the bed entirely. He crashed onto the floor before slamming into the lowered bars of the neighboring crib.

Having no time to react, Brett looked up at Lee’s assailant just in time to be sucker punched across the jaw. He dropped onto the mattress instantly, recoiling from the sudden impact.

No longer held down, Rita jumped up from the bed and moved to make a run for it. She didn’t get far though, as a beefy arm swooped down and wrapped itself around her waist. “H-Hey! Lemme go, puta!” she screamed as she rammed her fists into the back of Shawn’s shoulder.

“Shut it and be grateful. I’m keeping your ass alive,” said Shawn, backing away from the crib and staring down Lance, the only person who had yet to make a move since Shawn’s arrival, “Get the fuck out of my way.”

Not wanting to share in the knuckle sandwich that Brett had just forcefully consumed, Lance sprinted to the side of the crib, allowing Shawn to carry Rita away from the vicious trio. He stopped to grab Natalie’s unconscious body with his free arm before escorting the two ladies to the crib in the farthest corner of the room.

“W-Wuh…awe…” mumbled Natalie, far too dazed to have any grasp of what was happening around her.

Setting Natalie down on the plush crib mattress, Shawn spoke plainly, “Just rest. I’m only keeping you safe this one time. And I expect you both to return the favor.” He placed Rita next to Natalie and sat down on the edge of the crib, folding his arms as he stared daggers at Lance and his group.

“Fucking hell. What just happened?” muttered Lee under his breath as he sat up, rubbing the back of his sore head. Had the meathead, Shawn, really just upended their entire plot? As he frantically scanned the surrounding area in order to make sense of what had just occurred, he glanced upon Aaron’s sly expression, connecting the dots in an instant, “Oh, for fuck sake…well played, Aaron…well played…”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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