Cara's Revenge Part Six

Cara's Revenge Part Six
By Kylie

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Part Six

Alex strolled casually down the street heading toward Brooke's house. Cara and her friends were spending the day shopping so at last he had an entire day of freedom from his sadistic cousin. All he had to do was appease Brooke by showing up at her house in a diaper and she would delete the photos from the mall yesterday. Brooke was the only person with a photo of Alex in a diaper at the mall who knew him personally and went to his school. If Alex could get Brooke to delete the photos that Rhonda had emailed her, then his mall escapade would remain secret, at least at his own school.

Alex recognized Brooke's house. There was a large evergreen tree near the front porch. Alex ducked behind the tree and stripped off his clothes, carefully hiding them at the base of the evergreen. He had worn his diaper under his street clothes. His deal with Brooke only called for him to show up at her house in a diaper, not walk through town that way. His humiliation would be limited to the slight possibility of being seen in only a diaper while ringing the bell on Brooke's porch and by whomever was inside the house. Alex noticed that there were no cars in the driveway so Brooke's parents were obviously at work.

Alex rang the doorbell. He fidgeted as he waited, peering from side-to-side to see if anyone was watching a 14-year-old boy standing outside wearing nothing but a diaper. Then the door opened.

"Alex Krueger! Right on time," Brooke said, inviting the boy inside.

"Hi Brooke. I came just like you said. Are you really going to delete the photos?"

Brooke nodded. "Of course. Are you calling me a liar as well as immature?"

Alex bit his lip. "No, I know you never go back on your word. And I'm sorry I called you immature last year when you wanted to date me. I'm the one who's immature, not you," he said, hoping to placate the girl.

Brooke tugged on his diaper. "Yes, you do seem rather immature. I wonder if you're immature down there as well?" She smiled deviously. "Come with me." She led Alex into the basement. Six young girls, ranging in age from seven to nine, were waiting for him. "See, Alex, I've matured so much since last year that now I'm a scout leader. Meet my Young Explorers troop. Girls, meet Baby Alex."

The young girls giggled and replied in unison, "Hi, Baby Alex."

Alex was relieved that Brooke had not invited girls his own age, or worse, girls from his school. While it was embarrassing to be wearing only a diaper in a room full of young girls, he realized it could have been much worse. By 5 o'clock, when Brooke's parents headed home from work, Alex would be back on his way home, he thought. Only three hours to endure.

"Baby Alex is going to show us how to box today," Brooke told the girls. She pointed to a punching bag suspended from the ceiling. "That's too high for the girls to reach, but you can hit it, Alex. I want you to show them how a boxer pounds a punching bag. Go at it with both fists for the next 10 minutes."

Alex smiled. This was too easy, he thought. All he had to do was pound a punching bag for 10 minutes? Sure, it was in a diaper, but still... this was nothing compared to a typical day with Cara. Maybe Brooke wasn't still mad at him for dumping her last year. He decided to show off his best moves to impress the girls and Brooke. He jabbed and hit the punching bag repeatedly and hard. Each time the bag bounced back, Alex smacked it again, bringing cheers from his audience.

After 10 minutes, Brooke asked the girls, "Did everyone study Alex's moves? Do you think you could copy them if you had a lower punching bag?"

The girls nodded affirmatively and cheered.

"What now?" Alex asked. He was actually beginning to enjoy his visit to Brooke's.

"Now we go upstairs and out to the backyard," Brooke replied. Alex and the girls climbed up the basement stairs. Brooke grabbed a box cutter and a roll of duct tape, and followed.

The backyard was fenced and lined with shrubbery. Alex felt comfortable that no neighbors would see him in his diaper. Brooke pointed to a clothesline. "Stand under that clothesline and raise your hands, Alex."

Alex's extended hands poked through the plastic cords of the clothesline. Brooke cut off strips of duct tape and taped his wrist securely to the cords. In moments, the boy's wrists were strapped to the clothesline. The girls laughed at the sight of a boy nearly twice their standing outside in a diaper with his hands secured above his head.

"Can you get free, Alex?" Brooke asked.

Alex tugged at his bonds but Brooke had done her job well. He shook his head.

"Good, now we can begin," Brooke said. She reached forward and yanked the diaper off Alex, leaving him suspended completely nude.

The young girls burst into screams of laughter as Alex's dick flopped around. He had been startled when he first felt the diaper ripped off but not completely surprised. He had expected that Brooke might take advantage of the situation at some point and demand he strip, but he didn't expect to be both naked and helpless.

"My, aren't we immature?" Brooke asked, fondling Alex's dick. "They say good things come in small packages, so Alex must be very good!" Brooke pulled on his dick and rubbed it until Alex got hard. "Oh, now look at the size of that nasty thing! We'll have to do something about that!" She took the roll of duct tape and, lifting Alex's dick up, taped it to his stomach. Then Brooke took a dangling plastic cord from the clothesline and tied it around Alex's ankle, pulling the boy's leg into the air. She did the same with his other ankle, leaving Alex facing the ground, suspended by his wrists and ankles from the clothesline. His head, hands, and feet were five feet from the ground, but his midsection arced only three feet from the ground.

"OK girls, it's time to see how well you learned your boxing lesson," Brooke announced. "Today's exercise is worth one merit badge. Line up for your turns. Show me your fists. Good girls! You all look eager! You will each get 10 minutes at the punching bag. Since there's six of you, that will be one hour. Then I will get my turn, but for one whole hour. Any questions?"

One girl raised her hand. "But the punching bag in the basement is too high to reach."

"We won't be using that punching bag," Brooke replied. She pointed to Alex's balls, dangling in the breeze as he struggled futilely against his bonds. Brooke cupped his balls and fondled them. "This is your new punching bag. See how it hangs down, just like the punching bag in the basement? Only everyone can reach this one!"

"No! Brooke, you can't—" Alex cried.

Brooke cut another strip of duct tape and taped Alex's mouth shut. Alex stared at her with pleading eyes. "Don't you wish you hadn't dumped me, Alex? I would never let my boyfriend's balls get pounded mercilessly for two straight hours!" She gazed into his pleading eyes. "What's that, Alex? Are you trying to say something? I'm afraid I can't hear you with that tape on your mouth. I wonder if you're trying to beg me to be your girlfriend now? You are, aren't you? Maybe, if you squirm and look really pathetic..." Alex wriggled and tried to beg. His eyes teared up as they reflected the panic that filled him. She laughed. "Nah, remember, I'm too immature for you." Brooke gave his balls a gentle squeeze.

A seven-year-old girl was first in line. She slammed her right fist solidly into Alex's nut sack, causing it to sway. She smacked it with her left fist on its return. Alex winced, helpless as the little girl pounded away on his balls with her tiny fists for the next 10 minutes.

The nine-year-old girl who followed her smiled and licked her lips. "I wish I could do this to my pain-in-the-ass brother, but you'll have to do," she said to Alex. She whacked her fist into Alex's sack, causing his eyes to tear up. Blow after blow followed, some pressing into his scrotum while others landed squarely against his dangling testicles. It was the latter hits that sent waves of intense pain through Alex. As the pain subsided, Alex realized that another 10-minute session had passed. He watched the nine-year-old walk away, only to be replaced by an eager eight-year-old girl.

This girl swung wildly, completely missing Alex's balls on her first attempt. Alex noticed that she tended to close her eyes right before swinging her fist, causing her aim to go astray. He was grateful for the reprieve from the constant battering that his balls had been subjected to, but because she was a big girl for her age, whenever her fists did connect the pain was greater.

The fourth girl used a different technique. She placed a fist on either side of Alex's balls and then smashed her fists together. Alex's resulting screams were so loud that they could even be heard through his taped mouth.

The fifth girl, another seven-year-old, returned to the typical method of striking with one fist at a time. When the girl had finished, Alex looked as though he might pass out, so Brooke filled a bucket with water from a garden hose and tossed in pailful of water into his face.

The sixth girl was a nine-year-old. She approached Alex, smiling as she repeatedly pounded her fist into her cupped hand. The smacking sound unnerved Alex. She looked into his tear-filled eyes and said, "I hate boys. I've always hated boys. But yesterday, my brother pantsed me in front of all his friends. So tonight, when he's asleep, I'm going to sneak into his room and pull down his underwear and do this to him." She cupped Alex's balls in her left hand and brought her right fist smashing into her left hand. With nowhere to escape, Alex's balls took a painful direct hit. Even after 50 minutes of having his balls pounded by five other girls, Alex had never felt such pain. The little girl looked at her plastic Hello Kitty watch. "Nine minutes and 30 seconds left." She smiled wickedly. "Did I tell you how much I hate boys and all their little boy parts?" She cupped Alex's balls and smashed her fist into them again. Alex struggled but couldn't break free. By the end of the 10-minute session, the barely conscious boy swung helplessly from the clothesline, his balls bruised and swollen.

Brooke splashed more water on Alex's face. "Wake up, baby! It's my turn now. And I have you for the next hour!" Brooke made a fist, revealing her large, 14-year-old hands. "I think you've had enough of tiny fists, don't you?" She turned to the girls and said, "Great job, girls. You've all earned your merit badges today! Now go on home; Alex and I have things to do."

The six girls high-fived one another and raced home. Brooke turned to Alex and ripped the duct tape from his mouth.

"Fuck!" Alex exclaimed.

Brooke unclenched her fist and slapped Alex's face. "That's for calling me immature. And this is for dumping me." She slapped Alex's dangling balls.

"Owww!" Alex screamed.

Brooke bitch-slapped his balls again.

"Shit!" Alex screamed. "That fucking hurts worse than the punches!"

Brooke laughed and delivered several more open-handed blows to the bound boy's nut sack. She dashed into the house and returned with an alarm clock. She set the clock on a cinder block where Alex could see it. "I've set the alarm for 50 minutes from now. Until then, these babies are all mine." She squeezed his balls before resuming her slapfest.

Alex's eyes were riveted to the clock. The blows continued but the hands of the clock did not appear to move. Over the next 50 minutes, he heard himself scream, and cry, and beg, and plead with Brooke, promising to do anything to make the painful slaps end. He heard Brooke's laughter and her taunts, and the smacking sound of her hand slapping against his balls. And then he heard the alarm ring.

Brooke plowed her fist into Alex's ball sack and then shut off the alarm. Alex vomited.

"Gross! I should stick your face in that and smack your butt too," she said. She untied Alex's ankles, leaving the boy suspended upright by his taped wrists. Brooke ripped the tape from his stomach, exposing his limp and shrunken penis. "That's the tiniest dick I've ever seen! Even my five-year-old cousin's is bigger! She took out the box cutter, pulled Alex's dick toward her, and place the blade against it. "I should just cut this little thing off. It's not like you're ever going to use anything that small anyway!"

The half-conscious boy panicked. "No!" he cried.

Brooke smiled. "Beg, baby. Say 'Please, Auntie Brooke, don't cut off my little baby dick!'"

Alex's throat was parched but he forced out the words. "Please, Auntie Brooke, don't cut off my little baby dick!"

Brooke grinned. "Again. As long as I hear you begging, I won't cut it off."

"Please, Auntie Brooke, don't cut off my little baby dick!" the desperate boy begged. "Please, Auntie Brooke, don't cut off my little baby dick! Please, Auntie Brooke, don't cut off my little baby dick! Please, Auntie Brooke, don't cut off my little baby dick!"

Brooke raised the cutter and sliced the duct tape from Alex's wrists. The boy was unable to stand and collapsed on the ground. Brooke placed her arm under his and brought him into the house to her bedroom. She placed Alex on her bed. He lay naked on his back, offering no resistance.

"I need to get dressed before your parents come home from work. My clothes are under the evergreen tree by the front porch."

"You don't look like you can walk home. You can't even stand up! Besides, we have plenty of time. My parents aren't at work; they're on vacation on a cruise. As far as they know, I'm staying at Janine's house while they're away. Now here's what you need to do. Call home and say you're sleeping over at a friend's house. You'll stay here tonight."

"No way!" Alex gasped.

Brooke handed Alex her phone and toyed with the box cutter. Alex took the hint and made the call. Brooke took back her phone and brought out a fresh diaper. She slid the diaper under Alex and fastened it.

"You'll probably be too weak to stand up tonight, so if you need to use the bathroom, use the diaper; I have plenty more. Just tell me whenever you mess your diaper, baby." She walked over to a large playpen. I borrowed this from my cousin's house this morning. This is where you're staying until you start walking, baby." Brooke lowered the side of the playpen and helped the diapered boy into it. She raised the playpen side. "Too immature, am I, Alex Kruger? You're the one in a diaper, sitting in a playpen beside my bed! Auntie Brooke has lots of milk-filled baby bottles and jars of baby food for your dinner tonight. After dinner, Auntie Brooke will change your diaper. And I'll fall asleep watching you in your playpen. I couldn't dream of better revenge, Baby Alex."

Brooke was right, Alex thought. He was too weak from the terrible ball battering to stand, let alone walk home. He sat in the playpen, under Brooke's watchful eyes, waiting to be fed his baby food and milk bottle. He knew it would only be a matter of time before he had to poop and he was mortified at the prospect of his female classmate changing his dirty diaper. He hoped that he would recover his strength by the morning so he could leave. But until then, he realized that Brooke would continue his humiliation. He would be forced to spend the evening diapered and treated like an infant by a girl his own age. He knew that as long as he lived he would never call Brooke immature again.