Falling for a Femme Fatale – Ch. 4 (Commission)

Thanks to PJChloro for commissioning this latest installment of a very naughty story!

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Red flames… gleaming in the sun… a heady scent of floral perfume… a feminine, coyly murmuring voice, whispering that all will be well…

Is this real? Is this heaven? I haven't the slightest idea, wandering as I am in a feverish shadow world. Maybe it was all a hallucination. Maybe if and whenever I wake into something like reality, I'll find a nothing more than sticky wetness in my boxers to tell me that it was all just a fantastic, lusty dream.

But no, it's much more than a dream. For when I do groggily struggle back awake, I can hear the same velvety voice – and when I crack open my eyes, they find that same auburn hair and blood-red smile that I suddenly remember seeing before. "Wakey-wakey, baby," she smiles, and everything comes flooding back in a sickening rush. How I'd managed to escape… almost. How I'd come face to face with her right at the door. How she'd pulled me close and choked my senses down into chloroformed sleep…

Just like Amber had before. Dammit, these stunningly hot women have a thing for knocking me out, don't they?

"Oh, don't worry," comes Amber's voice from above me, and now as I wriggle I find that I'm strapped down right back in the crib I thought I'd left behind for good. My sleeper is gone, and the cuffs and mittens are locked back onto my hands and ankles. Even the diaper has been peeled back, I realize with a start, craning my neck uncomfortably down in time to see Victoria smirking and thrusting my naked thighs apart. The crib bars at my feet have been removed, and now she's leaning forward over me, licking her vibrant lips in evident lust and anticipation.

"Don't worry about whether he's awake or not," Amber offers, and now I can feel the thrilling sensation of her strong hands running along my head and face. "He'll probably be even looser when he's knocked out, anyway." Looser? What the heck does she mean by that? I blink and let out a bleating little whimper, tugging fitfully at my bonds, which draws a short laugh from Victoria. "Aww, too late! But awake or not, I think it's high time we get this show on the road…"

And that's when I feel the first rubbery, greasy sensation of her gloved and lubed finger slipping irresistibly into my exposed anus.

"Just look at him squirm!" Victoria's giggling openly, and I let out another plaintive moan as that first finger is joined by a second. "God, you're right – he's super tight! Not for long, though. Not if I have anything to say about it…" Amber rejoins with a giggle of her own, and before I can react her fingers effortlessly tug open my mouth, stuffing a thick wad of those awful paper handkerchiefs once more inside. "Don't worry about the noise, darling – I'll take care of him. I mean, not that the neighbors would ever hear him, of course. But still…" she smirked and thrust a second, even larger wad into my already straining cheeks. "I still think a poor, desperate little baby-in-training sounds so much cuter when they're gagged, don't you?"

I can't even focus on her words anymore – for things are moving along way too quickly down below. With a panicked gurgle I realize that Victoria, now kneeling above me and my naked groin, is slipping something else into my poor ass. Yet even as I vainly crane my neck and attempt, in rising anxiety, to thrash away from her, I feel the thick rubbery phallus enter me. "Nice and easy, baby slut," she soothes, and a wheezing little cry escapes me as I flop back, rigid with terror and awash in the indescribable sensation of her well-lubed strap-on forcing its way deeper into what feels like my very core.

"Aww, and look how hard he already is!" Amber chortles, momentarily diverting my attention from the shudder-inducing sensations radiating from my penetrated ass. I hear a crinkling rustle of tissues, then feel a cloud of cotton slipping its whisper-soft self around my jerking cock. "I bet he's never felt what it's like to get it in the ass. Don't worry, baby," she sniggers, gazing down into my wide-eyed terror. "You'll come to love it, I promise. Victoria here is a master at anal training…"

"Fuck yeah," Victoria declares, gazing possessively down at my shaking, naked form twisting in its bonds. "It's simple, really. Enemas and a proper ass-fucking twice a day… a plug round the clock… a few beads now and then to spice it up… hell, even a vibrator too if you want!" She barks out a short laugh, and in her stunning green eyes I can see only passionate, lustful delight. "Let me take charge of this little dude, and in a month I'll have him begging to be butt-fucked like the most pathetic little sissy ever!"

What? God, no- no! Why on earth?! And yet… god, why am I so incredibly hard? My limbs flail uselessly in their bonds, my padded mittens thudding against the bars in counterpoint to the slowly escalating thrusts of the phallus in my ass. "Shh…" Amber coos, and a shudder convulses me as I blink pleadingly up into her lovely face: the face I've fantasized about so many times before. "Just relax, baby. Let it all go. Let your mind… go… blank…"

Her hands are working me simultaneously now: her right clenching and pumping along my swollen erection, and her left slipping a fresh, cloyingly sweet wad of tissues over my face. She- she's knocking me out again! God, no- no- But not quite. "Hold your horses, girl! Having 'em awake for the finale is the best part!" Victoria laughs, and the tissues withdraw, sparing me the slide into unconsciousness, yet leaving my senses unnaturally clouded and heavy. God, I- I can't hold on any longer-

So intense is this overwhelming cocktail of sensations that – much as I hate to admit it – I end up cumming without even realizing it.

"Good baby slut," I hear them commending, as the rustling mass clamps back over my nose and I shiver and gurgle pathetically in feeble resistance. "Such a good little baby slut, making a cummy mess for Miss Amber and Miss Victoria…" Wait, did I? I- I guess? I don't even know. All I can feel right now is the relief of that thing slipping free… my aching ass… and now that heavy sweet scent as Amber thrusts the cloud of tissues once more into my sweating face…

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When the light returns, I find that while I may have slipped out of one circle of hell for a moment… I've tumbled right into another.

"Vibe check!" Victoria's laughing, and I can feel my body shudder in response to the burst of vibrations from deep within my aching – and apparently plugged – ass. "Yep, that should do it. So damn handy, these things…" "I know, right? Amber returns, and as I tug weakly at my limbs, I can hear the now-familiar rustle of a diaper beneath me. "Now, watch closely. The boosters are already in, right? The tissues as well – lots of them, as many as you can manage. And yeah, the powder and lotion are done, too. So really, all that's left is us pulling the front up, nice and snug… and taping it shut. Like this."

Oh, god. I'm literally the rag doll these two sadistic women are using to practice their diapering skills.

"Seems simple enough," Victoria observes, and I blink up to find her glancing me over with the dispassionately critical eye one might give a mere piece of meat at the butcher's. "But what's the fucking point of all the tissues, hon? Just for your own kicks, I take it?"

"I mean…" Amber begins, then gives a self-conscious laugh. "Okay, you got me. They're fucking hot as hell. But there's another reason, see? Watch this!" And before I realize it, a strong hand is massaging the crotch of the diaper – and with it, the crinkling layers of handkerchiefs surrounding my trapped cock. Which – being the stupid dick it is – begins to stir once more in stiffening desire.

"See? It's an insanely great way to tease him," she smirks. "Just think how good that must feel, huh? A poor, locked-up little willy like his, with nothing but soft tissues and wet, squishy diapers around it 24/7? See, I know he's had a serious crush on me all this time. But you know as well as I do that he hasn't got a chance on earth with me. I mean, come on," she laughs, as my cheeks flame with renewed humiliation. "A soggy, tissue-filled diaper is the nearest thing he'll ever feel to a pussy, if I have anything to say about it. So why not have fun teasing him and making him as needy as possible?"

Well, fuck me. I'd run in terror if I could – and then, once I'd gotten over it, probably spend the next three years jerking off in private to such a terrifyingly sadistic idea. But I can't run, and heaven knows I can't jerk off to anything on my own. So all I can do is whimper, and shiver in pent-up mortification, and hope that these two aren't going to do anything too horrific to me.

"You've got quite the setup, I gotta say," Victoria observes, her hands joining Amber's in releasing my cuffed and mittened limbs, then coaxing me up into a sitting position on the crinkling crib mattress. "I mean, fuck! You can do practically anything here that you want. Now, you know me, girl. I'd sooner chain 'em up in my basement and whip 'em into submission than lock 'em in a crib. But it's not really all that different in the end, is it?"

"Nope," Amber agrees, and I blink once more at the thick, pastel cotton fabric being tugged over my unresisting head. "Still gotta take control and teach them their place. Don't we, darling?" My left cheek flares in pain as she pinches it forcefully, and I let out a bleat from my now-empty mouth. "Oww! Please- Miss Amber…" I squirm as she bends down and fastens the five snaps of what is apparently a giant baby onesie around my bulging diaper. "Miss Amber, I- I promise I'll be good-"

"Oh, you will be," Victoria chortles, even as Amber's eyes narrow and she reaches for yet another wad of tissues. "Whine once more, baby, and you're going to sleep again," she reprimands, rising and tugging me up to stand awkwardly before them in the helpless, waddling stance of an overgrown toddler. "Now come on – this way! Miss Victoria and I are going to give you a nice little outing – perfect for a baby like you…"

An outing? What?! Do they mean- No, no-  Oh, but yes. Out into the hall they march me, and into one of the giant sitting rooms, in which I spy… well, what else can I call it but a stroller? Or maybe a pram? Whatever the case, it's massive, oversized, wheeled push-chair, complete with a wide, padded seat and a maze of crisscrossing straps to contain the person seated there.

You know, it's only at times like this that I realize just how much adults treat real babies like prisoners.

"Pleeeassee…" escapes my mouth as the two laughing women thrust me backward, forcing me down into the waiting seat. "No, I- I can't-" Which, apparently, is precisely the wrong thing to say. "I told you no more whining!," Amber snaps, and even as Victoria tugs my mittened limbs and legs into place, cuffing me fast into this frightful bondage stroller, Amber's upending the chloroform bottle into a hastily grabbed heap of tissues.

"Like that, huh?" she sneers, as my head fogs and I grunt desperately into the mass of tissues and the world veers sharply down into that now-familiar foggy blur. "You sure seem to. But look – Miss Victoria and I can't have you asleep all the time, even if you do deserve it for talking back. So when you wake up, darling, I think you're going to find that we've given you something to keep that stupid mouth of yours nice and quiet…"

My limbs are limp as noodles now. I can feel them, sagging helplessly in their cuffs, while Victoria giggles inanely and the straps tighten further and further still around my defenseless body. I'm becoming a mute, aching piece of meat for these two to play with, and humiliate, and torment to their hearts' content. And yet, despite it all…

Even as the world begins to fall once more into darkness, I can feel the sadistic squeeze of a feminine hand on the crotch of my diaper… and the stupidly biological pulse and jerk of my trapped cock rising obediently to meet it.

I really don't stand a chance here, do I?

(To be continued!)