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Victoria's Secret - Chapter 44
🕑 Added 2023-08-18 12:00:05 +0000 UTC"Y-You have a car seat?!" Vickie whined as Emery opened up the door and she saw it there in the back seat, no doubt waiting for her. She groaned, squirming in Tasha's arms, knowing that there would be no getting away from it. Not even Taylor and Sawyer had gotten one of those, not even with her credit card to charge it to. She'd really thought that was one humiliation she was going to be spared this summer... But apparently not.
"Of course we do, silly," Tasha told her, giving her a bounce. "You're far too little to ride in the car without one! We have to keep you safe!"
"B-But..." Vickie sniffed as the girl set her down in it, started to pull the straps around her, buckling them - and her - into place securely. They hadn't bought this for her... Had they? She worried they had, and that, if that was the case, they'd give it to her regular babysitters afterwards, that she'd be spending the waning days of summer stuck in it.
The plug in her backside didn't help matters, though it wasn't the most comfortable anyway, even with the extra padding on the straps that went over her shoulders. The ones around her waist didn't have that, and the one running up between her legs, pulled taut by the bulk of her diaper, definitely didn't. She groaned, reaching for the buckle in the center that all of them snapped into, earning herself a slap on the hand.
"Oh, Victoria," Emery clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "You silly, stupid girl... You should know better."
"I-It's too tight!" Vickie complained, quickly moving her hand to one of the straps instead, recognizing that it had been a dumb mistake, going right for the buckle, even if she knew that was how she could have released them.
"We can't have any risk of you running away," Emery told her. "Your other sitters would be so very disappointed in us if we let that happen."
Vickie gulped, seeing Emery give Tasha a nod, the taller girl smirking, stepping away, opening up the trunk. "I-I won't!" she promised desperately. "I-I'm sorry! I-It's not so bad!"
"Of course you'd say that now," Emery cooed. "But we can't take your word for that."
Vickie thrashed helplessly as she saw Tasha return, a pair of heavy, pink canvas safety mittens in her hands. Tears filled Vickie's eyes, her feet kicking, her diaper growing warmer beneath her. She blushed, staring down at it worriedly; they hadn't changed her before she left, and now she was starting to worry that she was about to soak through it, that, despite the massive bulk of the diapers the daycare put her in, that her bladder would prove too much for it.
"I swear!" she pleaded, feeling Emery's hands closing around the fist she'd balled one of her own into, prying her fingers apart, her relatively smaller size, compared to Tasha, making her seem no less strong than her taller companion, at least in comparison to Vickie. "I-I'll be good..."
"You say that," Emery shook her head, while Tasha pulled a mitten over her hand. Vickie's stomach churned, feeling the padding inside, all around, too stiff to let her close her fingers, to grasp anything, rendering her completely helpless. "But you just can't help yourself, can you?"
Emery took over, pulling the strap at the bottom of the mitten tight, locking it into place with a metal disk. It didn't look that difficult to get off, Vickie reaching over in confusion and pawing at it with her free hand, only to find that it wouldn't budge, even when she tugged on it as hard as she could.
"See?" Emery chuckled. "You really can't help yourself. And you can't get that off, either, not without this little magnet key." She pulled it out of her pocket, taunting Vickie with it before dropping it back inside, out of Vickie's sight, and reach.
"I-I'm sorry!" Vickie blubbered, as the pair began to repeat the process, securing her other hand, leaving her trapped, with no way out of this car seat, or her diapers, unless Emery and Tasha - or Sawyer and Taylor, she supposed - let her out. She was completely dependent on them now... It didn't matter where they were going, what Taylor and Sawyer had planned, she had no choice other than to go along with it.
But would she have, anyway? She may not have spent the whole summer strapped in, fingers useless, yet, really, she'd been stuck doing exactly what her sitters wanted, any resistance crushed, punished harshly, not worth whatever momentary freedom she'd been able to experience. As much as she hated to admit it, she was no match for her former charges, and she certainly wasn't one for these two beautiful young women, who she wished, so badly, would be her friends, would think of her as an equal, rather than a pathetic little baby for them to take care of, and torment.
"You ready?" Emery asked rhetorically, giving Vickie's soggy diaper a pat, popping a pacifier into her mouth, not waiting for an answer before shutting the door, walking to the seat in front of Vickie's while Tasha made her way to the driver's seat. Vickie still had no clue what was happening, so she couldn't say if she was prepared or not, but it didn't make a difference either way. Ready or not, they were taking her to wherever they were going, and they were going to be able to do anything they wanted to her when they arrived.
The ride was long, and bumpy, which didn't make her any more comfortable, bouncing in her car seat, as much as the straps would allow, diaper rustling as it rubbed against them. She was glad for how thick her diaper was now, how little she could feel that, even the small amount she could making her think about how long it had been since she'd orgasmed, since she'd gotten to experience what she'd given to Emery and Tasha, in exchange for the opportunity to mess her diaper, something they wouldn't have given her anyway, no matter what she did.
She blushed, squirmed, feeling so silly, so humiliated. She should have known that, should have been able to see through them in an instant... Maybe if she hadn't been kept plugged so long, or if Sawyer hadn't denied her every time she'd begged to be called a princess potty pants when she was tucked in for bed, ready and willing to fill her diaper right then and there - at least until the plug had gone in - if it meant being allowed to wriggle under her covers, rubbing between her legs as hard as she could so she could feel it through her padding...
She had to assume it was the prolonged denial that made it so present in her mind, made her think about it so much, desire it so much... She had a sex drive, of course, but it had never been this strong before, had it? She would have thought being kept in diapers all this time, only allowed to orgasm after she'd pooped herself, and with permission, would have diminished it, yet it was just getting stronger and harder to ignore, even when there was nothing she could do about it... Maybe especially because she couldn't do anything about it.
"You're not driving me out somewhere to kill me, are you?" Vickie asked from behind her paci, only mostly joking, as she peered out the window, saw how narrow the road had gotten, how the buildings of the town had turned to trees and fields.
Emery looked up into the rearview mirror, smirked, didn't answer. Vickie nursed her pacifier, watching the scenery go by, less and less sure of where they were headed, what they were doing, although there was something vaguely familiar about her surroundings.
She didn't put it together until she saw the mailbox on the driveway that Emery pulled into, and the last name painted on it. She wrinkled her nose, whimpering, knowing, suddenly, exactly where they were.
She'd only sat for Isabel once. She was one of Sawyer and Taylor's classmates, though how well they knew each other, she wasn't certain. She hadn't thought they were particularly close, but she could very well have been wrong, considering Sawyer and Taylor had told Emery and Tasha to bring her here.
She'd told her parents that she'd decided against sitting for Isabel more often because of how far away she lived, how remote the farm she lived on was, that the girl's parents weren't paying her enough to justify it... That wasn't the truth, however.
Isabel wasn't a bad kid, really, wasn't nearly as much of a brat as Taylor or Sawyer, or most of Vickie's other clients. By the time Vickie had been hired to sit for her, though, she'd seen how well discipline worked to keep them in line, had waited for the first excuse to take the girl over her lap and apply one of her mother's wooden spoons liberally to her backside before sending her to the corner.
She didn't think it had been that bad, although, to be fair, she'd had no idea what a spoon felt like as a spanking implement. It had improved the girl's attitude significantly, however, made her far more obedient. Vickie hadn't even thought much of it, until the girl's mother got home, and Isabel ran to her and tattled.
"Excuse me?!" the woman had roared, Vickie shrinking back, heart racing as she stared up at her. "You did what, young lady?!"
Vickie still remembered how big the woman had looked as she quaked there, eyes wide. "I-I..." she'd stammered, taken aback by this reaction. The parents of her other charges had either never known, because the kids were too scared to admit to them that they'd earned a punishment, or had supported Vickie's decision, assuming that, as the sitter, she knew what was best for them.
Isabel's mother was different. "What, exactly, did she do to deserve that?!" she'd demanded, arms crossed.
Vickie had known, right away, that there was no talking her way out of this, that she'd messed up. "I-I don't..." she'd whimpered.
"I talked back a little," Isabel had been happy to answer for her. "I said I wanted to finish my homework before I helped her set the table for supper."
"Is that true?!" Vickie had been able to see the fire in the woman's eyes as she turned from her daughter to her.
"I-I mean," she'd squeaked, "i-it wasn't just..."
She hadn't even been given a chance to finish - not that she had a plan for where she was going, what other misdeeds she could blame on the girl to make it okay - before she'd felt a pain in her ear as the woman grabbed her by it, yanking her from the living room into the kitchen... Right over to the wooden spoons.
She'd known what this meant, what was about to happen. "N-No!" she'd wailed, shaking her head. "I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't... M-My client tomorrow, she said it was okay, a-and I thought... I-I got mixed up! I-I... No!"
That final word had been particularly pathetic, a frantic yelp brought on by the sight of the woman grabbing one of the spoons, the very same one Vickie had used on her daughter, picking it up. It had been accompanied by something far worse, though, a wetness that soaked through her panties, and then her shorts, dribbling down her thighs...
The woman's expression was burned into her brain, the way her nose had wrinkled, the way she'd looked down at Vickie in disgust. Vickie had felt almost as tiny, almost as helpless, as she did now, peeing her pants at the very thought of having what she'd done to Isabel done to her... If only she'd known that, a few years later, she'd go through all that and so much more...
"I-I..." she'd sniffled, shuffling towards the door. "I-I hafta..."
"Not yet you aren't, young lady," Isabel's mother had informed her harshly, grabbing her by the arm, holding her easily in place, Vickie flinching, certain she was about to be pulled over her lap. "You're not going anywhere until you clean this up!"
The one thing Vickie had been grateful for was that Isabel had been sent off to get washed up for bed, instead of being allowed to stay and watch, and probably at least try to film it. That could have been the end of Vickie's babysitting career right there, if the video had been spread among her classmates, if they'd seen what would happen if the dreaded Vickie had the tables turned on her... As just a story, Vickie doubted she'd told many, if any, people about it, assuming they wouldn't believe it without proof, or that she hadn't wanted to confess that she'd been spanked by Vickie first, to prompt her mother's retribution on the sitter.
Vickie definitely didn't have any desire to see either Isabel or her mother as she was now, to let either of them see what had become of her after that, how far she'd fallen when she suspected both of them would think that she deserved it. She was glad that the girl's mom hadn't looked in the bag she'd brought, found the diapers she'd started to bring along on her babysitting jobs, just in case, and doubly glad she hadn't thought Isabel was bratty enough for her to put one on her. She had a feeling things would have gone much differently for her, if either of those had happened.
As it was, she'd had to mop the kitchen floor, under the older woman's supervision, then shuffle off to her car in her wet shorts, given a spare towel to sit on to keep from ruining her car's seat in lieu of her usual fee. It was a good thing the house was so far out of town, since, by the time she returned, her parents were getting ready for bed, allowing her to slink to her room in shame without being seen.
She hadn't planned on ever coming back here, ever having to revisit that humiliation, yet here she was, being driven down the long driveway, unable to undo the buckle holding her captive in the carseat, or to open the car door to escape if she could have done that - assuming there weren't child locks to prevent her from doing so anyway, - or to make an effective run for it if she'd been able to overcome both of those other problems somehow, thanks to the size of her diaper.
So, in a way, it was a comfort to see, as they got closer, how many cars were parked there. It was almost better to see that than to think that it was going to be a meeting directly with Isabel and her mom... Instead, it looked more like a party, something that made her sure that Isabel's parents were gone for at least the night.
But why would Sawyer and Taylor want her to come to a party? They'd have more fun by tucking her in, as usual, attending on their own, without a babysitting charge to look after... Though, they had pawned that off, for now anyway, on Tasha and Emery.
Getting even closer, however, she began to see that there was more to it than just a party, that there were booths set up and decorated, twinkling with fairy lights. They weren't near enough for her to be able to tell exactly what they were, but it reminded her of a carnival, the kind a school might set up as a fundraiser.
She had a bad feeling that wasn't quite what was going on here, though, not entirely... After all, this wasn't the parking lot of a school, it was out in the middle of nowhere. "Wh-What is this?" she mumbled behind her paci, nursing on it harder and harder, a worried sensation starting to overwhelm her as she wriggled helplessly in her carseat.
"It's a very special surprise," Emery told her with a grin. "Your babysitters put it together just for you... They worked very hard on it, too, so I'd better hear you thank them for it."
Vickie hadn't even seen any of it up close, but she had a sneaking suspicion that would be the last thing she'd want to do once she did. There was a parking spot waiting for them, the nearest to the house, and to everything that was set up and waiting for them. She squirmed as Tasha unsnapped the buckles, sure she'd rather just stay in the car, yet too afraid that, if she acted up, they'd simply punish her, then make her go anyway, that whatever small resistances she'd put up wouldn't be enough to keep them from taking her out, and to whatever this was that Sawyer and Taylor had arranged.
Tasha picked her up, carrying her again as she pulled herself tighter and tighter into her side, seeing who the other attendees were. She had assumed - or, perhaps, hoped - it was a coincidence that she knew the first few, that they were former charges of her, people she'd once babysat and bullied, who smirked at the sight of her, giving her a mocking wave as she was toted past them, but the more people she saw, the more clear it became that's what they all were.
Once they'd crossed the driveway, Tasha set her down on the grass, keeping a firm grip on her leash, forcing her to crawl along, diaper bobbing along behind her, pulling her along, making her feel so tiny as she had to look so far up to see the faces of the girls and boys she'd used to look after, adults now, all amused, and pleased, to see her this way. The mittens did make it a bit easier, at least, the padding protecting her hands as she crept along, even though her knees were still getting dirty and grass-stained.
"There she is!"
She groaned into her paci, hearing Sawyer's voice, seeing her step out from behind one of the booths. "Thank you two so much," Sawyer told Tasha and Emery, taking the leash from the former. "It's been such a huge help... I hope you stay and have some fun!"
"Oh, don't worry," Emery told her, bending down to give the seat of Vickie's diaper a swat. "We wouldn't miss it for the world."
"All right, everyone!" Sawyer announced. "Our guest of honor is finally here!" Vickie blushed bright red, certain she could feel all of their eyes turning towards her, ensuring that, if they hadn't already, they were seeing her now. "I know you all remember Victoria here... And I'm sure she remembers all of you, too. She's had quite the summer, as you've probably already seen. And if not, feel free to check it out while you're waiting for your turn at the games."
Vickie glanced up in confusion, long enough to see Sawyer gesturing towards one of the booths, where a handful of digital picture frames were cycling through photos of Vickie from that summer. Vickie's cheeks turned bright red as she ducked her head again in shame, thinking of all these people seeing that, finding out about everything else she'd been through.
"She wanted to finish it off by letting you all know how sorry she is for the way she treated us when she was our babysitter, so she asked us to put this together for her, as an apology to all of you. And, believe me... By the time tonight is over, I think you'll all be able to tell just how sorry she is. Now... Who wants to start the first game?"
Vickie shivered, hearing the cheer that erupted all around her. "You heard them," Sawyer told her, giving the leash a tug. "Let's go."
"A-Am I playing the game, too?" Vickie mumbled quietly behind her paci, wondering what sort of unfair rules they had in store for her.
"Oh, Vickie," Sawyer giggled ominously. "Don't be silly... You ARE the game, sweetie."
