Destiny jumped a little as she turned, seeing Alice behind her. "Umm... Yes?" She felt like a little kid in front of the woman, sure that her piercing eyes could see just how intimidated she was in her presence, despite how much she tried to hide it.
“I wanted to talk to you.”
“Oh. OK,” Destiny replied uneasily.
“I think you and I both know we’re the only ones around here with even half a chance at winning this thing.”
Alice snorted. “Destiny, darling: take a look at these losers,” she said, gesturing toward the others dismissively.
She did, noting once again the way Brittany and Maggie’s bulging diapers made their rumps stick out behind them comically. She had to admit—Maggie did look pretty ridiculous trying (and failing) to pull the hem of her dress below the seat of her diapers. And then there was Lucy—what chance did a girl like that have in a game like this?
“Good point—but isn’t this about votes?”
“Don’t be thick, darling,” said Alice, “do you honestly think those morons out there in zombie-land are going to vote for a pair of diaper wearing imbeciles—one of whom actually shits herself, by the way—and a little goody-two-shoes when there are two drop-dead sexy babes like us around? Get serious,” she laughed, “you know we’re got the final two sewn up.”
“You really think so?” Destiny wasn’t entirely convinced.
“Sex sells, honey. All we have to do is stand next to those dwebs looking good-- the nit-wits at home can’t resist a winner. Any you can’t help but look like a winner next to the nursery brigade over there.”
Destiny looked over at them, uncertain. Though they did look absurd in their huge diapers, both Brittany and Maggie still looked pretty sexy (maybe more than ever in Maggie’s case, she thought bitterly, once again studying her new curves). On the other hand, maybe Alice was onto something—would people really vote for a reality TV contestant who pooped her pants uncontrollably?
“I’m not proposing we break any rules or anything,” Alice said quickly, sensing Destiny’s hesitation. “Just that we—watch out for each other.”
“But what about the Master?” Just saying his name made Destiny nervous—she kept expecting him to appear out of nowhere.
Alice snorted. “Don’t be a fool, darling. We’re women—he just a man.” She smirked. “I’ve wrapped better men than him around my little finger. You watch—I’ll have that pompous, flaccid sleaze eating out of my hand by the time the day is over.”
Destiny could feel a smile forming on her lips at the insult. She was sure Alice was just as scared of the Master as she was, but she had guts. Maybe this alliance would be a good thing after all, Destiny thought.
“Is that so?”
Destiny gasped as the Master suddenly appeared from nowhere, heart leaping into her throat, and a little pee dripping into her panties at the shock. She was glad now she'd refrained from laughing, or, even worse, actually saying anything to support Alice's insult, as she was sure that would have landed her in hot water right alongside the other woman. Instead, as the Master spoke to Alice, she started to back away, not wanting any part in this. Part of her wondered if he could tell what she'd just done, if he was taking pleasure in the idea that she'd just wet her pants, even just a little, at the sight of him, like a naughty little girl whose daddy had just come home and was afraid she was about to get punished again.
“Well?” he said expectantly. “Go on. I’d like to hear the whole thing.”
“Well, uh…” Alice stammered, her confidence wavering. She hadn’t felt intimidated by a man since she was 16—but now, standing here in front of him, thinking of what he’d already done to some of the other players, she felt fear budding inside of her.
“I’m surprised at you, Alice—I thought you were smarter than that. Almost like you were daring me to punish you—were you feeling left out?”
Alice could only stammer and squirm under his gaze. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been on the losing end of a confrontation like this—she was always armed, always had a clever quip or cutting remark. But now she found herself melting under his cool gaze and damn smug smile—she realized her hands were trembling and her knees were shaking.
“I think some kind of punishment is called for here—don’t you?” He said mildly. “I think,” he said, watching with delight as Alice reddened, “you’ve earned yourself a hard spanking, young lady.
"And where do you think you're going?" The Master asked, turning toward Destiny. She opened her mouth, but couldn’t summon an answer. She’d been trying to slink away, and now she’d been caught! She was cowed somewhat by Alice, but much more by the Master after what had happened the day before. Having the two of them there, staring at her, was almost too much for her to take. "For even considering going along with this foolishness, YOU are going to spank her," he said.
“NO!” Alice cried, disbelieving. She yelped as he casually swatted her rump.
“Hush!” he commanded.
"Me?" Destiny squeaked. "No, I can't! I've never spanked anyone, I..."
"You're going to," he interrupted her, "or you'll get one yourself."
Destiny whimpered, her hands automatically moving to her still sore backside. She looked over at Alice nervously, then back at the Master. Alice would understand that she had no choice in this, wouldn't she? Obviously this wasn't her idea, but it was her choice. With Alice by her side, she had a good feeling she could make it through this game. But she couldn't take another spanking. The pain had started to fade, but it was nowhere near gone.
"Well?" the Master asked expectantly.
"Fine," Destiny sighed. Alice looked at her, obviously trying to figure out what she had chosen. She wanted to apologize beforehand, but she didn't want to risk doing something that would make the Master change his mind and have both of them spanked. "Come here," she said gruffly, grabbing the woman's arm and dragging her to the nearest chair. Alice was taller than her, but she seemed to be expecting Destiny to 'take one for the team' and the surprise of this action kept her from fighting back until Destiny had gotten to the chair and pulled the woman over her lap.
“NO!” Alice barked once more, tumbling across Destiny’s lap. To have her prim and proper bottom spanked in the first place was an outrage. To have it delivered by a silly, vapid TV star, one whom she’d planned to use to win the prize and then discard—who was actually younger than her!—was simply unacceptable! “Stop! You don’t have permission!”
"I'm sorry," she whispered, though she wasn't sure if Alice heard it over her own protests. She gave Alice's backside a nervous swat before glancing up at the Master, who was watching, disapprovingly. Alice was squirming and cursing in her lap - in a way, it made her feel powerful, having her there, but at the same time, she felt overwhelmed and not quite sure of what she was doing.
She gave another spank, a little harder, which only made Alice struggle more. It didn't seem like enough for the Master, either. Alice's thrashing elbow hit her in the chest, knocking the wind out of her for a moment, enough time for Alice to start to get to her feet. Desperate, sure that was going to lead to her getting a spanking of her own, and increasingly annoyed at the woman, she grabbed her, pulling her back down over her lap and landing a hard smack across her bottom.
“YYEEOOWW!” Alice complained, “that hurt you little bitch!”
Her hand stung from the impact, and she had a feeling Alice's rump was doing the same, as that had stopped her struggles dead as she realized Destiny might really go through with this. Finally, the Master seemed satisfied, though one spank was clearly not going to be enough. Beneath her, her own butt ached, reminding her of what she was going to be doing to her potential ally, but also of what she had to avoid for herself.
She brought her hand down again, giving the woman another hard thwack, then another. Getting caught up in the moment, she found herself pushing down the back of Alice's pants and revealing a tiny black thong. “Wow! That doesn’t seem very professional,” she laughed, delivering a stinging swat to Alice’s pinkened backside.
“OW! Oh, you little!—I’m going to kill you! I’ll—“
“Yeah yeah,” Destiny smirked, starting to enjoy herself. I can see why the Master would enjoy this, she thought absently, delivering another swat before tugging down Alice’s tiny thong mischievously, leaving her bottom bare, red, and ready for her to keep working. She kept waiting for the Master to seem satisfied, to tell her it was enough. Her legs were starting to fall asleep from the weight across them, and her hands were starting to feel a little numb, too.
Alice kicked and squirmed and struggled, but it was no use. Her confidence had completely evaporated, now replaced by a sense of helpless dread and powerlessness… her ass was red and sore, and tears were leaking from her eyes.
Finally, Destiny couldn't take it anymore and stopped. She pushed Alice off of her lap and glared up at the Master. "Are you happy now?" she asked, her tone starting out defiant, then growing somewhat meeker as she realized that, if he wasn't, she would probably be going over someone's knee herself.
Alice sprang up, face red—tears trickled down her face and her make-up was smeared. More than that, her ass was glowing bright red. She rubbed it frantically, turning to the master and Destiny, she hissed:
“I’ll get you! I’ll get you both!”
The master smiled and snapped his fingers—her clothes vanished with the speed of a Benny Hill sketch. She shrieked and covered her breasts and pussy, leaving her bright red butt exposed to the cool air of the back yard. Worse, everyone was laughing at her—even those two pathetic diaper girls! She cringed when she thought of the viewers—no doubt they were having a good laugh at her plight as well!
She took off running for the house, her bare, jiggling bum blazing bright red in the noon sun. “I’ll get you! I’ll get all of you!”
Brittany watched her run past, unable to stop herself from giving Alice a brisk swat on her bare butt as she passed.
“YEOW! Oh you BITCH!” she spat, and explosion of laughter following her toward the house. Alice took her hands from her breasts only to open the patio door and then leap inside. “You’ll pay for this!” she bellowed back at them. “All of you!”
And with that, she slammed the door behind her, muffling, but not completely silencing the derisive laughter that followed her.
In the bathroom, Lucy had just finished washing her hands—thank god that’s over, she thought to herself. Just thinking about changing Brittany’s awful, dirty diaper was enough to make her retch. She hoped she wouldn’t have to do that again anytime soon.
Turning off the light and shutting the door behind her, she became aware of some sort of commotion in the back yard—screaming, yelling, and the chilling sound of derisive laughter. She wondered what she’d missed.
“You’ll pay for this! All of you!” she heard someone bellow, followed by the door slamming. Lucy was shocked to see Alice running toward her at top speed, bare naked! The cool, confident, and composed business woman, so sneering and dismissive just minutes earlier, was blushing bright red, and her makeup was smeared—had she been crying? Lucy started to wonder what could have happened, how Alice could have gone from stunning business woman to disheveled streaker in so short a time—the thought made her nervous.
“Are you OK?” she blurted, as Alice approached.
“Outta the way, twerp!” she barked, and pushed past Lucy with such force she nearly knocked her down.
“HEY!” Lucy cried, steadying herself against a wall. “I was only trying to help!”
“Screw you!” Alice yelled, running past without stopping. It was then that Lucy saw her bright red bottom glowing behind her, and suddenly it all clicked into place—little miss professional had gotten herself spanked!
“I’ll get you!” Alice decreed, a little ridiculously with her bare butt shining bright red behind her like a pair of tail lights. “I’ll get you all!”
Lucy was never one to glory in another person's misery —but even she had to allow herself a slight smile as she watched Alice retreat into the house, her red, spanked tushy jiggling behind her, vowing revenge on everything and everyone as she went, finally disappearing with a slam of the bedroom door. .
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