Audrey, the Little Cuck Princess - AB/DL Story
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Audrey sat there in a thick white diaper that hugged her hips. Between her legs, through the thickness of the padding, she could barely feel the stuffed pink unicorn she was desperately humping away at.
She couldnât believe what she was doing.
âPlease, oh my god,â she thought. âPlease, just cum! Please, just cum!â
She continued grinding, now even harder. She moved her body like a dancer on a pole. But no matter how much she tried, the thickness of the padding between her legs refused to let her feel more than just enough to edge herself senseless.
She stared down at her hands. They were bound in pink mitten restraints with chains stemming from them that found themselves hooked to two studs on opposite walls. No matter how hard she pulled, she could not force her hands to reach her diaper. No matter how desperate she was to touch her pussy, or even just to rub the front of her diaper, her bindings made it impossible. All she had to satisfy herself with was the stupid pink unicorn, big enough that it was practically the same size as her. As she whined, she looked back at how she found herself in such a predicament, and felt the tears welling up beneath her eyes.
Just a week ago, she had been an ordinary 22-year-old girl, with ordinary aspirations andâseeminglyâan even more ordinary boyfriend, who never in a million years would have ever dreamed of forcing her into such a position. Sure, Jason could be eccentric, but he wasnât a freak. At least, thatâs what she thought. Now, she wasnât so sure.
It all started one night after she and Jason had gone to a party at his friend Jessicaâs house. Sheâd hadâmaybeâa bit too much to drink. But come on, what recent college graduate doesnât let loose from time to time? Surely it was nothing she deserved to be punished for. So what if she made a fool of herself and flirted with a bunch of the guys? It wasnât like she was going to do anything with them. She would never dream of cheating on Jason. Theyâd been dating for several months now, and he was always such a gentleman. A prince, really. Besides, drunk flirting didnât even count!
And sure. When she and Jason finally went to bed that night, she tried to force herself on him like a sloppy drunk slut, but he told her no and that was that. Or at least, it would have been, had she not woken the next morning only to find herself laying in drenched sheets.
Immediately, she started to panic. Jason wasnât awake yet, and she had to find a way to pin this on him. She hadnât wet the bed since she was a kid, and the last time it happened, it was at a sleepover and her friendâs mom yelled at her while all the other girls laughed and teased. Even the memory of it made her shiver. There was no way she was living through anything like that again.
She looked down, and sure enough, the whole bed was soaked, even Jasonâs side of it. But when she looked at his underwear, there were no stains anywhere on the front. It was obvious it hadnât been him whoâd pissed themselves, and there was no way she could play it off, not unless she did something drastic. Thatâs when she felt the faintest tingle in her bladder and realized she still had to pee. She maneuvered herself on top of Jasonâs body, hovering over him just enough to not wake him. He was always such a deep sleeper. Before she let loose, she asked herself if she was really going to do this, but she steadied her resolve and told herself there was no other way.
At first, she let out a small trickle, but something gave way, and before she knew it, she was letting out a steady stream of hot piss into her already soaked panties, which did nothing to absorb the mess she was making. Like a little girl whoâd held it too long, she lost control of herself and pissed all over Jasonâs lap, her hot piss slicing through the chill of the night and even letting off a bit of steam as it pooled beneath her. She felt him stir awake and wanted to start sobbing.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â He shouted as he pulled back and slammed his back into the headboard of the bed.
âIâm sorry! Iâm sorry! Itâs just⊠I wet the bed, and I didnât want you to know, so I thought if I made it seem like you did it you wouldnât be mad, but I didnât mean to wake you, and oh God, I just-â
Jason placed his open hand over her mouth, covering it and leaving no room for anything more than little moans and whines to slip through. âSo let me see if Iâm understanding this correctly,â he said with a tone that reminded her of a parent scolding their toddler. âYou made a fool of yourself last night, embarrassed me in front of Jess and all of my friends? And then you pissed yourself after getting shit-faced drunk, and thought youâd blame it on me?â
He left his question open-ended, as if waiting for confirmation. All Audrey could do was nod. Her face felt hot from behind his firm grip over her mouth, and she wasnât sure if it was her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, or if he was grabbing her so tight he was cutting off blood circulation.
Without another word, Jason stood up from the bed, now covered in his girlfriendâs pee. He looked ashamed of her. Ashamed to be with her. Ashamed to even know her. She tried to apologize again, realizing how stupid and short-sighted her actions had been, but the words wouldnât leave her lips. She sat there on the bed in a puddle of her own making, averting her eyes from her boyfriend. She imagined she looked like a sad puppy whoâd pissed in its ownerâs lap, and hated herself for how apt the comparison was.
Jason quickly changed out of his clothes and hopped in the shower. âDonât move,â he said before he left the room. Audrey did as she was told. She didnât want to anger him any further. Once he was done with his shower, he got dressed in a simple long-sleeve shirt and jeans and reached for his keys.
âNo!â Audrey shouted. âPlease! Iâm so sorry! Iâll never do anything like this again, just please donât leave me! God Iâm so fucking sorryâŠâ
Jason sighed. âIâm not leaving you. Iâm running to the store. Iâll be back in a bit. Clean up the sheets and yourself while Iâm gone. The showerâs free.â
Once again, Audrey did as she was told. Once he left, grabbing his coat on the way out, Audrey got to work stripping the sheets off the bed. She even poured baking soda onto the mattress, remembering that her friendâs mom had done that after the sleepover. She threw the sheets in the wash before hopping into the shower. In there, she took a few moments to decompress. She wasnât sure what sheâd been thinking. Sheâd been acting like a total bimbo, even more so than usual. She was so lucky to have Jason. Any other man would have stomped out of there and out of her life, but he was different. He probably just needed some time to himself after the stupid shit she pulled, and she couldnât blame him.
She finished up in the shower and hopped out once she felt all clean. About an hour had passed and Jason still wasnât back yet. She grew worried heâd lied to her, and that he really wasnât returning after all. Her apartment was still chilly, so she pulled on some thicker pajamas and made herself a mug of hot chocolate to warm up. After about fifteen more minutes, she heard Jason fumbling with his keys at the door, and soon enough, he returned to her, now with packages beneath his arms.
Any semblance of confidence sheâd built up in his absence vanished the moment he returned. She felt her face grow hot again, and once more she averted her gaze. He placed the packages down and walked over to her on the couch, where he sat down beside her. Silence filled the air as neither of them uttered a word. Audrey stole a few quick glances at Jasonâs eyes, seeing that they were transfixed on the wall in front of him. Finally, she broke the silence.
âI really am sorryâŠâ
âItâs okay. Really, it is. I just donât know what the Hell you were thinking, pulling something like that.â
âI honestly donât know. I just⊠I had this memory, of this one time I wet the bed at a sleepover. I got yelled at, and I felt so embarrassed, and afterward the teasing got so bad that I had to change schoolsâŠâ She let the silence linger in the air a bit longer. âIâve never told anybody that before.â
âI understand. You were embarrassed. But still, you shouldnât have done what you did.â
âI know.â She paused for some time. âListen, Iâll understand, if you never want to see me again-â
âDonât be ridiculous,â Jason cut her off. âI didnât just go shopping to never see you again.â
âWhat did you buy anyway?â Audrey looked over at the large bags sitting on the countertop. She couldnât make out what was in them.
âThatâs a surprise. Here.â
Jason grabbed Audreyâs almost-finished mug of hot chocolate and took it into the kitchen. On his way out, he said, âIâll make you another.â Audrey smiled to herself. Sure, what she said had technically been true. The teasing really had gotten bad enough to where she demanded her mother allow her to change schools. But she hardly thought about those days anymore. She was still in elementary school, and it wasnât like she had any real trauma from it. Still, to Audreyâs mind, a good lie was always rooted in a half-truth. And if playing up her âtraumaâ helped her get away with the sheer stupidity of her decision, she had no qualms about playing the sympathy card. She was so good at it, after all. Why let such a talent go to waste?
Jason came back a few minutes later with a fresh mug of hot chocolate in hand. He gave it to her, and she smiled at him. She blew on it to chill the heat a bit, then took a deep, long sip. Her drinks always tasted so much better when Jason made them. Jason put his arm around her, and the two enjoyed each otherâs company and chatted while she finished her drink. Jason was a gentleman and quickly let the subject change. They put the past behind them, and Audrey was quite glad for it.
After finishing her last sip, Audrey held out her mug and said, âMay I have another,â with her most adorable, puckered-lipped smile.
Jason smiled back at her, a hint of a wicked grin curling at the edge of his lips. âSure, hun,â he said before standing up to grab her some more. As she watched him leave the room, something suddenly felt very wrong. With each step he took, his body wobbled, and at first she thought it was him stumbling. She wanted to tell him to be careful, afraid he would fall. But she found the words wouldnât come to her, as if her voice found itself stuck in her throat.
By the time Jason returned to her, the whole world was spinning and it took everything within her power to keep herself from fainting. Jason returned with another mug, which he gently blew on before pouring its contents down her throat. She tried to stop him, but found her arms too heavy to even lift in protest. âDrink up, sweetie,â he said, no longer hiding his devilish smirk. That was the last thing she remembered before everything faded to black.
Once, in a daze, she came to for a brief moment, only to see Jason with a hammer in hand, hitting a stud into her bedroom wall. She wanted to ask him what happened, but before she could form enough energy to make her lips move, her vision faded from her again.
By the time she fully rose from her dazed state, both studs were firmly in the wall, and she found herself bound in her current position, with a stuffed pink unicorn between her thickly padded thighs. Her first instinct was to panic. There was a pacifier in her mouth, strapped there with a gag, but she managed to breathe through it, even while she was hyperventilating. She struggled and tried to free her arms, first from the restraints. Then, realizing that wouldnât work, she tugged on the chains as hard as she could to try to pull the studs from the walls. But she was so week, they hardly moved a fraction of an inch. On her best day, she was no athlete. Sure, she was fit, but in a toned sort of way. She was no bodybuilder. And at a mere five feet tall, there was no way she could garner enough leverage to force the studs from their post.
Audrey tried to remain calm. She forced herself to slow her breathing, steadying her pace in and out. Once she had calmed enough, she took a moment to observe her surroundings. She was definitely in her own bedroom. But certain things were different. Her windows now had blackout curtains over them, which were pulled tightly closed. And the bed she sat upon had not just a sheet atop it once again, but a plastic padded sheet. On her shelves, there stood several packs of adult diapers, but they werenât like what sheâd seen her grandmother wear. No, these were much thicker, and they featured babyish designs to match her childish state.
Then, of course, there was the diaper she was wearing. Thick and poofy, so much so that it overpowered all other senses. Each time she swayed her hips, she felt her pussy brush against the padding and it sent shivers down her spine. Besides the diaper, there was the pacifier gag, but also a bib tied around her neck which caught the stray drools that dripped from her mouth. And Jason was nowhere to be seen. All at once, it hit her. Heâd drugged her, the piece of shit. He must have roofied her or some shit. A building, furious rage bubbled behind her skin, wanting to burst out.
She did her best to make as much noise as possible. She tried to scream, though it was more like a muffled howl. But it was enough to get her boyfriendâs attention, as soon enough, the door to the bedroom opened, and he emerged with that same shit-eating grin.
âEnjoying yourself, honey?â Audrey tried to speak, but once again, mere mumbles came out. âOh, here, let me get that for you.â Jason proceeded toward her and went to undo her pacifier gag. She geared up to scream the moment it dropped, but before he finished unclasping it, he looked her dead in the eyes and said, âScream, and Iâll beat you unconscious.â That warning was enough to deter her.
With the gag loosened, she spat it from her mouth. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â She chirped at him.
âA lot of things, probably,â he said almost nonchalantly.
âWhat is this? Some kind of fucking prank? Ha-ha, very funny, now let me out!â
âIâm afraid itâs not a prank, kiddo. Youâre going to be my helpless little pet from now on.â
âI donât believe this, what are you, a fucking psycho? Is this some fetish shit? When I get out of here, theyâre going to put you away for fucking decades.â
âYouâre never getting out of here, little girl. Come on, Audrey. I know you. Iâm the only person you even talk to. You hate your parents. You think theyâre gonna care if they donât hear from you? Friends? What friends? Those fake sorority bitches who just graduated and are getting their backs blown out one last time at a frat party like you wanted last night? No one is ever going to find you. Youâre going to stay here and be a good little girl for me. Is that understood?â
His words rang true to her. She knew sheâd alienated the only people in her life whoâd ever actually cared about her. Sheâd surrounded herself with plastic people to compliment the plastic facade sheâd put on. Jason was her one true companion, the only person sheâd ever confided in at all, even if it was mostly hollow.
âIf you think Iâm just gonna let you do this to me, youâre mistaken,â she said with venom on her tongue. âIâll get out of these restraints. Iâll scream, even if you hit me. Iâm gonna see you rot for this.â
âChoice words,â he said, seemingly unphased. He leaned one knee onto the bed and reached between her legs, placing his hand firm against her diaper as he took his other hand and forced the pacifier back into her mouth. She tried to pull back, but he held it there, almost choking her with it. He rubbed the thick padding over her pussy with such force that it felt like tripping ecstasy. With each movement of his hand, each vibration of the padding as it rubbed against her, she felt something she couldnât quite place. It was almost like a falling sensation. As if sheâd been on the edge of a cliff, only for him to send her tumbling over. Now, she was free falling. And the further she fell from the safety of ground, the more she felt as if she were floating amongst the clouds. Falling, but falling higher. Ascending into something greater than ecstasy.
Before long, without even realizing it, sheâd began grinding her hips and humping away in unison with his touch. âGood girl,â he said to her, and she drooled at the words. âYou see, Audrey, Iâve had this planned for quite awhile. Iâve been dating a sociopath for months. And the only way to beat a sociopath is at her own game. So I stopped trying to win you over with kindness and sincerity. Drugs seem to work better anyway. And Iâve always had this feeling, like what you really need is someone to put you in your place. Someone to remind you how small and insignificant you really are. So thatâs what Iâm going to do.â
Audrey moaned. She tried to speak, but the pacifier made it difficult. Still, she moaned more, until Jason got the clue and took it out once again. But he didnât stop rubbing over her diaper. Between gasps for air and moans of pleasure, she blurted out âWhat do you mean⊠you planned this⊠howâŠâ
Jason smiled. âAww, what, the dumb little girl canât figure it out?â Now, Jason stopped rubbing against her pussy, just when heâd built her up nearly to the point of no return. She slumped forward, at once grateful that he stopped and yet yearning for more, and hating herself for it. Jason pulled her closer, so that he was whispering in her ear. âI laced the drinks, that night at the party,â he said, barely loud enough for her to hear, even so close.
When the words left his mouth, a sinking sensation washed over her. âYou⊠no, you didnâtâŠâ
âI did,â he laughed. âWell, more like âweâ did.â He stood up and opened the door. âHey Jess, come on in,â he shouted out into the living room. A few seconds later, and Jess was before the both of them, with her luscious red hair curling over the front of her shoulders.
âAww, our little girl isnât putting up too much of a fuss, is she honey?â Jess cooed.
âWhat the fuck is this?â Suddenly, all the rage that had left Audreyâs mind swarmed back to her and fueled her hotter this time, ready to boil over.
Jason pulled Jessica close to him, leaning her body against his, and kissed her deeply, with passion Audrey longed for. They made out in front of her for several minutes, all while Audrey stood there stunned. When they were finished, they both turned their attention toward her.
âJess and I came up with this little plan together. We thought it would be so much fun putting you in your place.â
âBut why her?â Audrey exclaimed. âIâm way hotter than her! And I give way better head! Jess has blown half the guys in every class weâve ever shared!â
âThat right there,â Jessica said. âThat sense of entitlement, of superiority. Thatâs what made it so tantalizing to knock you down several pegs.â She walked over to Audrey and grabbed her cheeks with one hand, pulling her close. âYouâre going to behave yourself, do you understand me? Youâre going to be a good girl for Mommy. And if you behave like the good little angel I know you can be, Mommy and Daddy will make sure to reward you.â Jessica leaned in and kissed Audrey with the same passion sheâd just shared with Jason, and try as she might to ignore it, Audrey felt her pussy grow wetter than it ever had.
âLook at her, hun,â Jason said. âSheâs getting off on this already. We havenât even had to train her.â
Jessica pulled back and wiped her lips, leaving a lipstick stain on Audreyâs. She held out her hand and Jason plopped the pacifier gag into it. Jessica took it and placed it in Audreyâs still-hanging-open mouth as she tried to catch her breath. She clasped it in place and gave her one final kiss, this time on the pacifier itself. âThereâs Mommaâs good girl,â she said. âNow, Mommy and Daddy are gonna go fuck in the other room. Be a good girl for us and play with your toy.â
Those were the last words the three of them had exchanged. Jason and Jessica left, hand in hand, and closed the door behind them. Audrey was left confused as to what toy Jessica could have possibly meant. Several minutes later, she heard Jason and Jessica moaning from the other side of the door, enjoying each otherâs bodies while she was stuck there in a thick diaper, wet from how turned on sheâd become.
Whatâs more, again, she had to pee. Audrey held it for as long as she could. Minutes passed, at least she thought. To her, they felt like agonizing hours, but Jason had never lasted that long in bed. Surely there was no way he and Jessica had been going at it for more than mere minutes, but their moans still penetrated the door. Audreyâs bladder grew tighter and tighter, until it was about ready to burst. Then, with a whine through her pacifier gag, she couldnât hold it anymore, and let herself flood her diaper. The diaper drank up all her pee, soaking it in and growing even thicker with each drop. The moment she released, Audrey could no longer ignore the other sensation she was feeling.
She was so horny. Hornier than sheâd ever been in her entire life, and she felt disgusted with herself for it. But the more disgusted with herself she grew, the more turned on she became as well. Jessicaâs words lingered through her mind on repeat. âPlay with your toy,â sheâd said. âPlay with your toy.â Audrey was helpless with her arms and hands bound. Even if she could find a toy to play with, there was no way she could. No matter how much she struggled, she couldnât reach the front of her diaper to play with herself the way Jason did. Thatâs when she looked down and remembered the stuffed unicorn. That was what Jessica meant.
It took several minutes to build up the courage to start humping. The whole time, Audrey tried to convince herself she didnât really want this, that she wasnât enjoying it, getting off to it. That it was all just a crazy bad fever dream. But Jason and Jessicaâs moans grew louder and louder until they began to echo in Audreyâs head, and finally, she could no longer contain herself. She started humping, and each thrust sent euphoria like sheâd never felt coursing through her body. She humped for several minutes, in unison with each of Jessicaâs moans. She kept going, more and more, building to a crescendo that stood laying in wait.
She humped and humped, grew closer and closer. But no matter how hard she tried, no matter how close she got, she just couldnât cum. She got so close to the edge again, wanting to desperately to topple over it. But she couldnât throw herself off the ledge. Instead, she stayed at the top, inching ever forward, but never to any release. She let out the loudest whine she could muster.
âPlease, oh my god,â she thought, again. âPlease, just cum! Please, just cum! Please please please just cum!â
The tears still welled in her eyes as she fought them back, and right as she ruined her orgasm, she heard Jason and Jessica both cum at once, together, in perfect harmony. They sang together from the other side of the door, a chorus of relief and heavenly release. Two things Audrey had a sneaking suspicion she would never get to feel again. With no more words, and nothing left to fight for, Audrey sobbed into her pacifier gag, defeated.
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The End
