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CW: ageplay, diapers, locking plastic pants, cnc, manipulation, emotional sadism/masochism, humiliation

"Basically it's a big escape room, there will be puzzles and challenges that will help you move forward but as soon as you are off the property in any way, you have won the challenge and the million dollars" Chloe followed the short haired blonde woman through the white halls.

"So does that mean, this could be part of the escape room?" Chloe said now intensely looking around the hallway for what might be a clue.

"It could be" the woman smiled coyly. There was something about this woman Chloe thought. Obviously she had been nothing but cordial. Chloe just couldn't shake the feeling that there was something sinister behind those intense blue eyes. Chloe watched her walk, her skirt swayed playfully matching the clicks of each step in her Mary Jane's. An odd shoe choice for such an otherwise adult looking woman. "This isn't like your normal escape room though, there is no boundaries and there is no rules. Whatever way you find your way out is valid even if there is a suggested path we have outlined to victory"

"So if build a cannon and shoot myself over the walls then I would win?" Chloe smirked imagining the goofy image in her head.

"Yes!" She said as if the suggestion wasn't absurd. "In fact Mr. H would love that, he's always had a fondness for contestants that are particularly... Clever" there it was again! There was so much weight to the word clever and it made Chloe nervous. It was almost mocking but Chloe didn't worry about it. With a million dollars on the line, it would not surprise Chloe if there was a mind game going on here.

"On top of that, everything is fair game, we will not going to stop you if you decide to destroy anything in the house. In fact assuming anything is untouchable would be a mistake" The woman opened the door to another room. The room was decorated in a peculiar way, almost as if it was an exhibit at a museum. But anybody who was older than 5 would see through all the "artifacts", obviously made from cheap plaster or haphazardly painted thick metal that if Chloe had to guess probably housed some keys or codes that would be useful in escaping. Chloe rolled her eyes at disappointment in the fact that despite all of the hype surrounding this escape house she would be doing the same old cheesy scenarios that she could get at the local strip mall.

The woman continued, not caring about the fact that Chloe was already analyzing the room they had entered "if you ever want to give up, you can press the big red button by the light switch of every room". Despite barely paying attention Chloe still had the awareness to scoff at even the suggestion. "And any time you find one of these presents, it will contain a hint but be careful every gift has a price" the woman winked at Chloe quite obviously.

"There is a bed in the corner for when you need to sleep or rest" Chloe couldn't help herself, she was already prodding at the mummy coffin stood up in the corner. The woman smiled and walked to the door which seemed to open on its own because there was no door knob. "Oh and Chloe, a small hint from me, sometimes going backwards is going forward."

Despite keeping her cheerful tone, the woman's face had totally changed. She was no longer smiling and was looking directly at a vent in the bottom of the room. But the moment was fleeting and by the time Chloe had looked back into her eyes, the woman had turned around and shut the door. Chloe immediately got on the floor and looked into the vent and of course she found a folded up paper.

Miffed at the fact the woman had thought she wouldn't have had the smarts to look in the obvious vent. Chloe unfurled the paper, on it was written:

"To whoever ends up in here next, stop playing now. Do not let yourself play that sadistic fuck's game. He's twisted and not what he seems. Give up now."

After reading the note Chloe took a second and burst out laughing. The fact they thought this even had a shot at working was honestly sad. She put the note in her pocket just in case she might need it again and went back to looking for clues.

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"Ahhh there we go" Chloe says as she places a final jewel into the crown sitting on a pedestal in the middle of the room. A drawer popped open below the crown and inside was a note "Congratulations Chloe! If you were doing the 'Night at the Museum' room in Miami Florida, you would have escaped the room! But unfortunately this isn't your normal escape room. Maybe think really hard and you might have a bright idea as to what to do next". Chloe looked up at the clock and saw an hour and a half had passed. Pretty impressive for someone who was doing a room by themself.

Chloe walked over to a desk that now had many clues on it and placed her brand new earned note and walked over to the room with the bathroom sign on it. Thinking about what her next step could be she flipped on the light to a basically empty room outside of a sink.

Confused, Chloe walked over to the spot that obviously a toilet had been at one point but now it was just solid tile. Quickly she walked into the museum room and yelled into the camera sitting above the door. "Yo motherfucker! If you think I'm not gonna just fucking pee all over your room, you're fucking stupid" she said into the void. She expected a reply, for him to tell her that it was just a weird joke and tell her where the bathroom actually is.

Angrily she walked over to the door to the room and inspected it. There was no knob and when she pushed on it there was absolutely no budge. There was a small quarter sized slot though, almost looked electrical like something was supposed to be plugged in there. "Fuck I really have to pee" the girl sat and danced in place.

For the first time today she had really thought about what she chose to wear, she mostly packed comfy clothes, but trying to make a decent first impression she wore some modest jean shorts and a hell raiser T-shirt that she felt was appropriate. She undid the top button in a desperate move to relieve some of the pressure, her red lacy panties peaking over the top. But maybe it really didn't help? Was the pressure making it easier to hold it in despite the discomfort? "Chloe this isn't the time" she thought as she scrambled back to the note that came from the crown drawer. Reading it frantically she went over each word carefully. She decided that the phrase "bright idea" was her next clue. The phrasing doesn't quite fit, she couldn't think of the last time that she heard bright idea and it wasn't meant to be sarcastic.

"Fuck me I can't think like this" Chloe said running to the bathroom, she seemed to remember seeing a sink in there, perhaps she could squat over the sink and just piss down the drain. When she quickly took off her shorts and went to climb up onto the sink when she realized that there was a clear plastic box overtop of it. "What the fuck" Chloe said as she flipped on the light to see it better. And there it was, it has covered the whole sink with a big hole in the front obviously meant to let her wash her hands but not piss into it. Chloe slammed on the plastic but it wasn't moving. Sighing she stuck her hands in the sink and careful got some water to splash her face with. "Come on Chloe, get yourself together" Chloe looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes were sparkling with desperation, she was bouncing back and forth her nipples now showing through her shirt. None of that was what she noticed though, she was looking at one thing. The light bulb shing perfectly placed right above her head on the wall behind her.

Chloe flipped off the light and ran to get a chair to stand on and remove the lightbulb. She did not care that she still was running around in her panties, considering she would probably be losing all her dignity anyways if she waits too long with out a toilet. Hopping onto the chair, Chloe unscrewed the light bulb and ran over to the door and screwed the lightbulb in till it lit up. Having heard a clunk, that Chloe could only assume was the magnets releasing the door, she pushed on the door but still it wouldn't buzz. Instead a panel on the door fell down and revealed a screen the size of an iPad. On that screen was a Tumblr page, not just any Tumblr page but Chloe's secret personal one where she shared her deepest darkest desire. One where she talked about wanting to lose all control and become someone's toy.

"What the fuck" her fingers danced along the touch screen in disbelief, posts about fantasies of being kidnapped scrolled by, picture of short skirts and stuffed animals. "What the fuck" she said much louder, looking at the camera that seemed much more nefarious now. The dark lense swallowing all of Chloe's eyesight, she was now uncomfortable with it's presence. "This is totally inappropriate" she screamed, "I don't care if this was for a trillion dollars, my privacy is not something you should mess with."

Sitting in a strange house in her panties with no phone or bathroom, it probably was a little disengenious to say that. She had signed up to be monitored for a month after all, she sold her freedom for a chance at a million dollars. But this felt so wrong, those things she posted were just fantasy! To assume she wanted this would be a disgusting overreach. It was just something she fantasized about to escape a life she truly had been stuck in. This "Mr H" was a disgusting piece of shit and the moment she saw him he would regret this.

Seconds turned into minutes, screaming fell into quite sobs. Chloe was unsure what to do now. She was pacing back and forth mindlessly. She needed to move forward in the puzzle but she didn't know the next steps. She didn't think she could sit still for long enough to figure it out either. The room was in disarray now, stuff thrown all over the place in hopes of breaking something and getting out. But she was stuck, no way to get out, no way to contact someone for help. She had no other option but to press the "I give up" button or figure it out. But it was clear to Chloe that she wasn't in the same situation she imagined when she signed up for this. Mr. H was not some friendly game master, he definitely had an interest in seeing her suffer. And she wonder what the "I give up" button would really do.

"Thank you daddy" the overly cute voice played out from the screen. Chloe had heard it about 100 times now. It was playing from a video from her Tumblr page, in her franticness she had left it auto playing endlessly as she desperately worried about her escape. "Jesus Christ, I can't think with this bitch talking anymore" Chloe walked over to the screen and scrolled to a text post, something about how the feeling of a wet diaper between your legs was the perfect feeling. Wait a second, she thought, she scrolled back up to that again. "Thank you daddy" the blonde girl looked up into the camera, she was in an adorable pink onesie, a paci clip dangling from her collar. Chloe knew this woman, granted she looked a lot different in her adorable little outfit but those eyes were way too familiar. It was the woman she had followed up into this room.

She replayed the video, this time looking all over for clues. The video was about her daddy giving her a present that contained a diaper and plastic panties. The present was wrapped exactly like the present that the woman had said contained a clue. In all of the chaos Chloe had forgotten about it. She walked over to the box and opened it. Just like in the video there was a diaper, it was white with blocks on it that said baby. And plastic panties but these ones were a little different, around the waste was a chain with a lock on it. The plastic panties were also white with ruffles on the but and a bunch of bumble bees all over it. There was also a digital recorder in it, with a sigh Chloe pressed play.

"Hello Chloe" the man's voice dripped out of the recorder, "I am glad that you've made it this far, hopefully it isn't too late and you don't find yourself in a dire situation". Chloe already hated his voice, and it's smug tone, "there is two items here, one is necessary to move you forward along my designated path, the other is a gift for me. In return for choosing the gift I will give you one hint. Those plastic panties have a lock on them, it will only fit in the the link that makes them as tight as possible on you. I have the key and intend on only removing those plastic panties myself in the next room. They will be essential to you getting out of this room." Chloe looked at the ruffles with disgust "there is also a diaper, if you put on the diaper and lock them on you. I will give you a hint. This is not necessary to move forward."

Chloe didn't have time to think about what to do she immediately grabbed the plastic pants and went to lock them but paused there's no way that I'm getting out of these any time soon, I might as well put on the diaper. it's probably more comfy than just pissing In plastic pants. Chloe slipped the plastic pants off and look at the diaper. Is this really happening? Chloe thought, she had masturbated to the thought of being forced into diapers many times but she had never worn one. It was so much bigger than she imagined, and so soft. She never would have guessed that this would be how her first time went, and to her dismay it was extremely hot. She was desperate, scared, confused, and excited. She really felt like she had no choice, she was too stupid to get out of this room and find a bathroom. And the thought of knowing she would be trapped in her predicament until a stranger was kind enough to let her out. She literally was shaking from the thought of it. Don't get yourself worked up now Chloe. This is fucked, being forced into this situation is horrendous and immoral. Owning a Tumblr blog is not consent to be degraded in such a manner"

Trying her best to keep calm Chloe taped up the diaper wow this feels so... Good she thought looking down at her cute butt. But another pang of desperation washed over her, she couldn't wait much longer. She knew that she would never have the guts to pee herself as long as there was another option, so before she could chicken out she locked the plastic pants sealing her fate. Fuck fuck fuck why did I do that... She pulled at the lock desperately wishing she could rewind time for ten seconds "Alright give me my clue, hurry, I need to get out" but before Mr. H could answer it was too late. The warmth swelling between her legs was like nothing she had ever experienced before. It spread out until her whole pussy was pulsing due to the sensation of her loss of control. She had taken one step into a world where she was no longer the adult woman that walked into this room. She was turning into something else, something smaller.

"Hello miss Chloe, I can see you're already enjoying my gift. I'm glad you're making yourself at home. As for your hint, well I think it's been a long day. Why don't you lay your head down to rest and I can give you your hint after a nap? See you soon kiddo" Chloe was too overwhelmed to even shout things back at him. It was all too much, the wet diaper, his patronizing tone. She had day dreamed about a situation like this endlessly but now that it was here, it felt like a nightmare. Or was it more like an awakening.

Trying to ignore the feelings that were bubbling up inside her, Chloe started working on her next task. Her mind went immediately to the pillow that was on the bed, she picked it up and looked under it, then in it. Bingo, there was something sewn into the pillow case, it was small and felt like a bar or remote. Chloe looked at the pillow case and to be honest, it was a bit busy. It was spring themed and contained flowers and trees and birds and bees. Wait a second, those bees look exactly like the one on Chloe's plastic pants. Chloes started feeling around and found a similar device sewn into her diaper. Pushing down the embarrassment that her diaper was so thick she didn't even notice the device she did what any sane person would do and push the pillow into her diaper.

That's when a small tone came out of what must have been a hidden speaker in the room. Short and cheery doot. Listening more intently this time Chloe pushed the pillow into her diaper again. The same noise echoed throughout the room. Alright let's find where this noise is coming from Chloe pressed a third time but kept pressing rubbing the diaper and the pillow together in hopes of locating the speaker but what happened was a bit more interesting. The second noise was different, a bit higher. Continuing the trend Chloe rubbed the diaper in quick succession doot doot dat dat deet doot.

It was a song, but it seemed if Chloe wasn't quick enough to keep to the rhythm of the song it would stop. This fucking sick bastard Chloe knew that the only way that she was going to be able to keep the rhythm was for her to put the pillow on the bed and repeatedly rub the pillow with her diaper. She had to hump the pillow.

Chloe sighed and got into position, trying her hardest to find an angle that was the least embarrassing from the cameras in the room. She thrust once doot, and she could immediately feel the muted pleasure that was building between her legs. It felt just good enough that she was desperate to go again, but even deeper and harder. Trying her hardest to get some sort of sustained pleasure despite the thick soaked padding she was wearing. Doot deet deet dat dat the song filling her ears as she let herself get entranced by the movement of her hips. She wasn't fighting it anymore, she did not care about the circumstances surrounding her situation, it felt fucking good. She often masturbated humping something but this just was so much more. She struggled to find a position in which she truly felt the friction necessary to get her close to the edge but that was even hotter. She was a little baby trying so hard to cum in her soaked diaper. She had no other way to get there being stuck and unable to touch herself. She imagined Mr. H watching her struggle. The embarrassment of letting herself fall into his hands so quickly was intoxicating. This is what she wanted, to be manipulated and broken down until there was no will left to push back. To accept her fate because she had no choice but to do so. To somehow simultaneously be a slave to her own whims but also never satisfied. Nothing was in her way now, not embarrassment, not anger, not conflicting feelings, she was so so so close to the release she desperately wanted. A release from adulthood, from her freedom, from the pressure that was building between her legs. That's when the song finished and the door to the room opened.

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