Chapter 16 — Tied Together

Elara lay in her crib, the bars looming over her like a cage as she stared blankly at the ceiling. The heavy, soggy weight of her messy diaper pressed against her skin, near to bursting after hours of neglect. The discomfort was maddening, a constant itch she couldn’t scratch, but it was nothing compared to the sounds filtering through the dorm room from the other side. Quinn and her Daddy were at it again, their noises cutting through the quiet like a knife.

“Nurse your bottle, baby,” his deep voice crooned, thick with encouragement. “There you go… There you go… drink every drop, baby.”

Elara’s cheeks burned a deep crimson as she listened to the wet, rhythmic sounds of Quinn sucking him off. Each muffled slurp and soft whimper from her roommate twisted something bitter in Elara’s chest. Jealousy gnawed at her, knowing exactly what would come next. In just a few moments, Quinn would be sprawled on her back across the changing table, legs parted as her Daddy brought her to shuddering climax—again.

A pleasure Elara hadn’t tasted in far too long.

She squeezed her eyes shut, dragging in a long, shaky breath through gritted teeth. Her hand fluttered over her midsection, fingers brushing lightly against the fabric of her uniform where the rune lay etched into her skin beneath. It pulsed gently under her touch, denying her any shred of release, no matter how desperately her body ached for it. The heat between her thighs throbbed, unanswered, a fire stoked by the explicit sounds echoing from across the room but snuffed out instantly by the magic binding her.

“Such a good girl,” he growled low, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Take it all now… just like that.”

A muffled moan followed from Quinn, eager and breathless, and Elara’s fists clenched against the crib mattress. She could picture it without looking—the way Quinn’s lips worked him hungrily, the way he’d grip her hair to guide every movement until he was done with her mouth. And then he’d lift her up like she weighed nothing, lay her out on that damned table, and reward her with ecstasy while Elara rotted here in silent torment.

Her diaper squished as she shifted uncomfortably, unable to escape the filthy sensation or the bitter envy coiling tighter around her heart.

“Why not me…” she muttered under her breath, barely a whisper lost beneath the groans now growing louder from the other side of the room.

Her fingers pressed harder against the rune’s invisible barrier over her abdomen, uselessly, as if sheer will could shatter its hold. But it only pulsed mockingly in return, letting need build without relief while Quinn’s breaths hitched higher toward an inevitable peak nearby.

“That’s my baby,” he praised. “Let’s get you cleaned up so I can take care of that pretty little mess between your legs.”

Elara turned onto her side with a frustrated huff.

“Don’t look so grumpy, Elara,” Quinn’s Daddy said with a sly edge to his voice as he lifted Quinn onto the changing table. “Your Mommy and I have come to… an agreement. That pretty little rune of yours is coming undone.”

Elara’s heart pounded as she sat bolt upright in her crib, hands gripping the bars so tightly her knuckles turned white. “Wait, what?” Elara blurted out, shock flooding her face, mingling with a desperate flicker of hope. Her voice trembled slightly as she stared at him, searching for any sign of deceit. “Really?”

“Really,” he replied, a wide grin spreading across his face as he tugged Quinn’s uniform up and over her head with practiced ease. The fabric rustled off, leaving her sprawled on the table in nothing but a visibly sodden diaper, the bulk sagging between her thighs. Quinn let out a small, contented sigh at being handled, her eyes half-lidded from earlier exertions.

Elara sat there, confusion swirling in her mind as she tried to piece together this sudden shift. Selena had been so meticulous, so unyielding in ensuring that rune locked away every shred of pleasure. For 45 agonizing days, she’d enforced that cruel barrier with an iron will. Why would she alter course now? What could possibly have changed to make her loosen that grip? The uncertainty gnawed at Elara even as hope fluttered traitorously in her chest.

“Why?” she asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously as she leaned forward against the crib bars. Her tone carried a mix of wariness and raw curiosity. “Why now?”

He glanced over at her while his hands worked to un tape Quinn’s diaper, peeling back the tabs with a loud rip.

His grin widened into something almost predatory, a glint of mischief, or malice, in his eyes. “You’ll see soon enough,” he said, offering nothing more as he turned his attention back to Quinn.

“Shh now, sweet girl,” he murmured softly to Quinn, sliding the soiled diaper out from under her. “Let Daddy get you all cleaned up real nice before we have some more fun.”

Quinn squirmed slightly under his touch, a lazy smile tugging at her lips as he began wiping her down.

Elara slumped back against the crib mattress, frustration and suspicion battling the tentative relief blossoming inside her. What kind of game were they playing now? Was this truly freedom from the rune’s torment, or just another twisted layer of control waiting to snap shut around her?

Before she could process his torment further, the door opened and Mommy strolled in, walking up to Elara’s crib, smiling.

Mommy’s grin widened as she gazed down at Elara, her eyes glinting with amusement. “How are you doing, baby girl?” she asked, her voice sweet but laced with an undertone that made Elara’s stomach twist.

Elara blushed, her gaze dropping to the crib mattress as she mumbled, “I’m okay, Mommy.”

“Yeah?” Mommy replied, reaching into the crib and scooping Elara up into her arms with ease. The sudden closeness made Elara’s cheeks burn hotter, the soggy mess in her diaper shifting uncomfortably as she was held. “Did Daddy tell you about our little plan?”

“Only a little bit,” Daddy answered with a low chuckle from across the room.

Elara was carried over to the changing table. Quinn was completely naked in her Daddy’s arms. Elara took her place on the table, the surface of which was still warm from Quinn’s body. She couldn’t help but blush deeper at the sight of Quinn. The casual intimacy of it all made Elara squirm inwardly.

Without hesitation, Mommy began stripping off Elara’s school uniform, tugging the skirt and blouse away until she was left in nothing but the very messy diaper clinging to her hips. The air felt cool against her bare skin, but the weight of their gazes, Mommy’s scrutinizing stare, Daddy’s amused smirk, and even Quinn’s half-curious glance, made her feel utterly exposed.

Elara’s hands fluttered instinctively toward her diaper, desperate to cover herself from their eyes. But before she could shield anything, Mommy fixed her with a sharp look—one that stopped her cold. Her hands jerked back to her sides, trembling slightly as she remembered the painful spankings that had taught her this lesson.

Babies didn’t cover themselves. Babies didn’t have modesty.

The rule echoed in her mind as she lay there helplessly under their scrutiny.

“Look at that blush,” Mommy teased softly, her fingers brushing along Elara’s bare thigh just above the edge of the diaper. “So shy for no reason. You know we’ve seen every inch of you already.”

Daddy stepped closer, still cradling Quinn against his chest, and let out a rough laugh. “Ain’t she adorable?”

Elara bit her lip, wishing she could sink through the table and disappear entirely. The mess inside her diaper felt heavier under their attention, every crinkle amplified as Mommy’s hands moved to un tape the sides with deliberate slowness.

“Let’s get this nasty thing off you,” Mommy murmured, peeling back one tab with a loud rip that seemed to echo in the quiet room. “You’ve been sitting in this way too long.”

The second tab came free, and Elara felt a rush of humiliation as the front of the diaper flopped open, exposing the full extent of her accident to all three of them. Her thighs tensed involuntarily—hearing another chuckle rumble from Daddy while Quinn tilted her head for a better view didn’t help matters.

“Messy girl,” he commented, shifting Quinn slightly so she could see clearly. “Bet that feels better comin’ off though.”

Mommy hummed in agreement as she slid the soiled diaper out from under Elara’s hips with practiced efficiency before balling it up to toss aside later.

“There we go,” Mommy said, cooing softly.

Elara lay there, her skin prickling with confusion as Mommy finished cleaning her up with slow, deliberate wipes. The mess was gone, leaving her feeling exposed but mercifully clean—yet no new diaper came. Her brow furrowed, uncertainty swirling in her chest as she glanced at Mommy’s unreadable expression.

Before she could dwell on it further, Quinn was suddenly laid down beside her on the narrow changing table. It was far too small for both of them, their bare shoulders brushing, hips pressing together, thighs unavoidably touching. Elara’s entire face flushed a deep crimson, the heat radiating from Quinn’s naked body searing into her own. She’d never been this close to her roommate in such a vulnerable state, and the intimacy of it made her heart race with embarrassment.

Quinn’s cheeks were just as red, her eyes wide with equal bewilderment, as she shifted slightly, their skin brushing even more. “W-what’s happening?” she whispered under her breath, barely audible, but Elara had no answer to give.

Mommy and Daddy positioned themselves on either side of the table, looming over their respective charges with matching grins that sent a shiver down Elara’s spine. Their hands moved in sync, fingers tracing over the runes etched into the girls’ skin—Mommy over Elara’s abdomen, Daddy over Quinn’s. They mumbled low incantations under their breath.

Elara gasped sharply as the rune on her skin warmed with an unfamiliar intensity—and then dissolved entirely. The oppressive weight of denial lifted like a fog clearing after weeks of haze. Her eyes widened in shock, every instinct screaming to touch herself, to chase that sweet relief she’d craved for 45 agonizing days. Her fingers twitched at her sides, desperate to act on impulse.

Mommy chuckled softly, her thumb brushing across Elara’s flushed cheek in a mockingly tender gesture. “Just a moment, sweetpea,” she purred. “I know what you want.”

Elara whimpered, squirming on the table under that knowing gaze. Was it finally happening? Was she about to cum after all this torment? Her body thrummed with anticipation, need coiling tighter by the second.

Then Mommy took Elara’s trembling hand and guided it downward. Elara’s breath hitched, eyes going wide as her fingers were drawn closer and closer to her aching sex, toward relief she could almost taste.

But it was a feint. Mommy’s eyes glinted with wicked amusement as she redirected Elara’s hand at the last moment—not to herself, but between Quinn’s legs. Elara’s fingers curled against Quinn’s hairless sex, cupping the warmth there as Quinn let out a startled moan, hips jerking slightly at the unexpected touch.

“Oh!” Quinn gasped beside her, voice thick as her fingertips traced tentative circles over Elara’s sensitive flesh. “I—I didn’t expect…”

“Shh,” Daddy murmured to her, his tone coaxing as he leaned closer. “Just feel it, baby girl. Give and take—that’s how this works now.”

At the same moment, Daddy mirrored the action with Quinn. His large hand guided hers down until Quinn’s delicate fingers brushed against Elara’s throbbing core. A bolt of raw pleasure shot through Elara at the contact—blissful and teasing after so long denied.

It was happening!

She could feel it—the long-eluded sensation sparking through every nerve. She was going to be allowed to cum!

She didn’t care if she should feel humiliated by being forced to touch Quinn like this or by having Quinn tease her in return. The desperation clawed too deep for shame to take root right now. All that mattered was this fleeting promise of release.

Mommy smirked down at Elara, one hand resting possessively on her hip while watching her reaction intently. “That’s right,” she said smoothly. “You’ve wanted this for so long, haven’t you? So play nice with each other.”

Elara’s breath hitched as Mommy’s hand guided hers with relentless precision, parting Quinn’s slick folds and teasing the sensitive bud before slipping her fingers deeper inside. The heat and wetness enveloping her fingers sent a jolt through her, electric and raw, while Quinn mirrored the motion with equal fervor. Elara let out a low, shuddering moan, her hips writhing against the table as Quinn’s touch ignited every nerve that had been dormant for 45 torturous days. The sensation was almost too much—any contact, no matter how light, felt like a deluge after such deprivation.

“Keep going, just like that,” Mommy purred close to her ear, voice thick with satisfaction as she adjusted Elara’s wrist to stroke deeper into Quinn. “Make her feel real good, baby.”

Across from them, Daddy grunted low, his own hand steering Quinn’s motions. “Nice and slow now,” he rasped. “Build it up for her.”

Elara’s fingers drove into Quinn’s sex, swirling and curling as she explored the tight warmth, teasing with intent under Mommy’s guidance. Quinn moaned sharply in response, her body squirming on the crowded table, hips bucking slightly into Elara’s hand.

Both girls were panting hard, caught in a feverish rhythm, their bare skin slick with sweat where their thighs and shoulders pressed together. Elara couldn’t deny it even if she tried—Quinn was cute, painfully so, with those flushed cheeks and parted lips gasping for air. Fingering her like this, feeling her clench around each thrust, made Elara insanely horny, her own desire spiking hotter by the second.

A strange warmth bloomed along Elara’s tummy again as Mommy murmured something under her breath, fingers tracing patterns over her skin. Elara barely registered it, too consumed by the pleasure coiling tight inside her core, ready to snap at any moment, as she worked Quinn closer to the edge with every guided stroke.

“Yeah, right there,” Quinn gasped out beside her, voice trembling. “Don’t… don’t stop…”

But then something unexpected crashed over them both, intensifying everything tenfold. Elara’s entire body buzzed with pleasure, every nerve alight in screaming bliss—but it went beyond her own sensations.

She could feel Quinn, not just through the physical touch of her fingers buried deep, but somehow sensing Quinn’s entire body as if it were an extension of herself. The pleasure building in Quinn pulsed through Elara too—she felt the exact way Quinn reacted to each curl of her fingers, felt her own digits stroking against that inner wall from Quinn’s perspective. When she arched her fingers deliberately and hit Quinn’s G-spot, a sharp cry escaped Quinn, but Elara moaned just as loudly, overwhelmed by feeling it happen to Quinn while simultaneously delivering it.

Their excitement mounted together, intertwined, indistinguishable, as if they were one.

Quinn’s wide eyes locked onto hers for a split second, reflecting the same stunned realization—she could feel Elara’s pleasure too. With a shaky breath, she arched her own fingers upward, pressing firmly against Elara’s G-spot in retaliation. A wave of blinding bliss surged through Elara, her eyes fluttering shut, chin tilting back as a guttural moan tore from her throat. The sensation washed over her relentlessly, building toward what promised to be the most powerful orgasm of her life—so close, teasingly close.

“Oh fuck… I—I feel you,” Quinn stammered between moans, her free hand clutching the edge of the table for leverage. “How is this…”

“Shh, don’t fight it,” Daddy growled, his tone dark with amusement. “Let it take you both.”

“That’s it, babies,” Mommy added softly.

Elara’s mind spun at the words, but she couldn’t focus beyond the shared ecstasy ricocheting between them. Every thrust of her fingers into Quinn echoed back through her own body; every flick of Quinn’s against her inner walls doubled in intensity as if she were touching herself too. Their moans filled the room in desperate harmony, bodies arching off the table toward that inevitable peak, drawing nearer with each frantic second.

Elara’s skin prickled as the rune heated up again, a slow burn spreading across her abdomen under Mommy’s deft fingers. That wicked smirk playing on Mommy’s lips should’ve been a warning, a signal to pull back, but it was too late for restraint. The tidal wave of need had swept away any semblance of control, drowning both girls in raw, unrelenting desire.

Elara pushed another finger inside Quinn, stretching her tight warmth as she drove in deep, curling toward that sweet spot with purpose. Quinn’s gasp turned into a shuddering moan, and she mirrored the motion instantly, slipping another finger into Elara, stretching her in a way that ripped a desperate sound from her throat—a whimper, a moan, and a begged “please” all tumbling out in one ragged breath. The shared pleasure shattered over them like glass, an unstoppable tide of ecstasy breaking through every barrier.

Their bodies ignited in unison, pure electric bliss exploding through them. Elara’s eyes went wide, mouth falling open in stunned shock as her back arched sharply off the table. Her sex clenched hard around Quinn’s fingers, pulsing with release, while Quinn’s own walls gripped Elara’s digits just as fiercely. Both girls came together in an earth-shattering orgasm, screams of pleasure tearing from their throats as waves crashed endlessly between them.

Elara felt it all—her own overwhelming climax tangled inseparably with Quinn’s, their combined flood of hormones and sensations threatening to drag her under into unconsciousness. The sheer weight of their merged pleasure made her feel small, insignificant against the roaring symphony of complete, total release. Her pent-up need, after weeks of denial, unleashed everything at once, drowning her senses.

Time slipped away. She had no grasp on how long she lay there, trembling, body quaking with aftershocks. It could’ve been five seconds or five minutes—her mind was too fractured to tell. The next thing she registered was Mommy’s hands gently lifting her, sliding a fresh diaper under her hips, taping it snugly around her waist. She was left bare except for that crinkling bulk, and then lifted again alongside Quinn into the same crib, their still-flushed bodies pressed close within the confined space.

Elara stayed there for what felt like ages, chest heaving as her mind swirled in a haze of lingering ecstasy. Quinn’s presence beside her was inescapable—she could still feel her, not just physically but through that strange new link binding them. Quinn’s fading bliss echoed softly through Elara’s own nerves as they lay side by side in the dim light. From somewhere distant, she heard Mommy and Daddy murmuring goodnight before the click of the door and the room plunged into darkness.

They both panted quietly for what seemed like forever, overwhelmed by this bizarre connection letting them sense each other’s afterglow. The silence stretched on until Quinn stirred first. Elara felt her shift closer—sensed her pulse quickening again before anything touched—and then soft lips pressed against hers without warning, and that heat and desire flared once more. Elara’s hunger for Quinn had been far from satiated.