The Last Time I Babysat Part 3

My outrage stayed awake even as I drifted from consciousness and I awoke with the acute need to scream with fury. Yet try as I might, I couldn't get any sound out to expel my anger. I couldn't even move. Something thick and rubber had been shoved into my mouth and the more I fought to spit it out, the more I seemed to suck on it. With every effort a foul tasted seemed to fill my mouth and I got the sensation of something liquid running down my throat. I came to the realisation that it was a pacifier and one of the girls had clipped it to my lower lip. When I tried to remove it I found that my wrists were tied down either side of my head to some kind of mattress. I tried to look, but whatever was restraining my hands was rigidly attached to my neck rendering me completely unable to move my head. Attempts to move my feet revealed that my ankles were similarly bound down. In fact I was completely helpless to do anything but stare at the ceiling above me.

“Awww...the baby's awake!” A female voice cooed from somewhere in the room. “Doesn't she look cute!” Memories of the humiliating outfit flooded back and even though I couldn't see it, I knew it was there. I could feel the silk stockings enveloping my legs and clinging to my thighs. I could feel that stupid dress swimming around me. I could feel the burn of the adhesive binding the wig to my scalp. But I could also feel something new – a puffy, squishy material around my ass and crotch. I realised in horror that I was wearing a diaper.

“You don't even know what this is about do you?” Christina's face appeared above me. “Of course you don'y. You're far too stupid!” She laughed cruelly as I was helpless to do anything but stare straight up at her. “You really thought I wouldn't find out? That you sold those pictures of me on OnlyFemmes? You thought I wouldn't remember my little sister's pervert babysitter bursting in on me in the shower with his cameraphone? You thought I wouldn't put two and two together?”

“Isn't revenge sweet?” Rebecca appeared above me from the other side. “In fact, it's fucking adorable.” She bent over and pinched my cheek. “The best part is we don't even live here anymore. We forgot to hand one of our keys over when we moved out and decided to make use of it. I just wish I could see the new owners' faces when they come home to find you lying here like this. It would be a shame if they called the cops on the prissy little pervert that had tied himself up in their house. Oh well...”

The girls disappeared from view and my heart thudded in my chest as I listened to their footstep leading away, the closing of doors and finally the sound of a key in a lock. Unable to scream, I did the only thing I could and started to cry – big wet pitiful tears that trickled down my cheeks as I tried to think of how this could get any worse. All of a sudden, there was a tightness in my gut, my stomach cramped painfully and my eyes widened in terror as I realised what the liquid seeping off the pacifier and down my throat had been...

 

The Last Time I Babysat Part 2

 

The next time I awoke I was alone. I lay in a heap on the floor and a heavy silence rested over me. I blinked and groaned as my head throbbed and the room swirled around me. Slowly, I tried to stand and with a squeal of surprise I flopped helplessly back onto the wooden floor. Rolling over on my backside, I stared down at my feet to inspect what had inhibited my balance and I gave a short horrified gasp at the glittering monstrosities attached to my feet. Not only that, but shimmering silk stockings sprouted from the silver platform heels buckled tightly to my feet and encased my legs all the way up to my thighs.

By now my heart was pounding and my mouth fell open into a wide 'O'. I was greeted by the strange sensation of hair falling between my parted lips. I had always had short hair and as I became more aware of my surroundings I recalled when I had woken up previously to find my entire body had been shaved. I was certain that had included my head. So what was this hair falling over my face? I reached up in horror to find heaps of hair cascading down my back – a wig. I gave it a tug and it stayed firm, so I pulled harder and searing pain ran across my scalp. That bitch had glued it right on to my skin.

I was on the verge of hyperventilating at this point and I scrambled to feet with the intention of running away as fast as these ridiculous shoes would allow Ideas of calling the police and getting this crazy bitch locked up seethed within me. Being alone, my rage still overpowered my humiliation as I glowered at the stupid frilly gloves that had been pulled over my hands. Even as I had chance to take in the absurd dress I had been stuffed into in all its gaudy glory, all I could think of was revenge. This all ended when I stumbled over to the open doorway and found Christina standing there smirking at me. It suddenly dawned on me how truly pathetic I must have looked.

“I always did suck at science,” Christina sighed, “but I could have sworn I got the dose right this time. Well, at least I got you into most of your outfit...”

“Most?” I glanced down at her hands and saw she was holding a syringe. “You mean there's more?” Fear seized me and I started to totter backwards on my prissy stilts as my imagination went into overdrive dreaming up ways this could possibly get any worse.

“Oh, trust me, there's so much more!” The voice came from behind me and I turned to find a slightly older version of the girl who had drugged me. It all clicked together in a second. How could I have been so stupid?! I had thought Rebecca would be too old for a babysitter by now because she WAS too old for a babysitter. It had been Rebecca who had given me the laced wine, not Christina – the older sister with whom I now found myself face to face. I stood there in shock and outrage at my own stupidity as Rebecca plunged the syringe into my neck...