[#211] Warcrimes

Widowmaker walked slowly around her prey, the heels of her boots snapping sharply on the tiled floor.  The only other sound in the room was D.Va’s muffled protests, trying hopelessly to form words behind the huge pacifier Widowmaker had strapped around her head.  No, Widowmaker had no intention of letting her enemy talk her way out of this one.

“Well, now look at you,” Widowmaker said with a smile, stopping in front of D.Va.  She was topless, exposing her supple breasts for all to see.  Her hands were tied behind her head, affixed to a series of ropes that Widowmaker had arranged.  And around her hips, a thick, pristinely white diaper.  The way D.Va writhed and struggled, it was no different than a fly in a spider’s web.  And wasn’t that all this was?

Widowmaker traced her fingers along D.Va’s stomach, from her belly button to the waistband of her diaper.  It crinkled with every touch.  D.Va pulled away in fear and panic, but there was nowhere she could go.  Her bangs were matted to her head with sweat and her knees were trembling.

“You feel it, don’t you?” Widowmaker asked. “The need to fill your diapers?  Yes, I made sure you’d use them.  Fight all you want, but in the end, you’ll show me what a helpless girl you are.”

D.Va’s eyes filled with tears.  She had been trying for hours to hold it in, but it was too much.  And Windowmaker’s constant teasing and taunting was only serving to humiliate the cute Korean pilot.  She struggled against the spider’s web of ropes and threw all her weight into breaking free, but there was no such luck.  And then suddenly, a cramp rippled through D.Va’s entire body and she felt herself give up.

She bent forward and pushed the heavy mess into the seat of her diaper.  It filled and expanded, polluting the air with a fowl smell.  The weight sagged between her legs as she continued to push mound after mound of filth into her pants.  Then her bladder gave out and a hot flood soaked the diaper between her leg.  D.Va’s knees quivered as she helplessly voided herself in front of her enemy.

Widowmaker smiled down at her with pride and gripped the front of D.Va’s newly soiled diaper in her hand.  She could feel the heat and mush through the plastic.

“Now isn’t this more appropriate for you?” she asked with venom in her words.  And D.Va was so humiliated, so helpless, that she could do nothing but believe her.  From now on, she would be Widowmaker’s wet and stinky little playtoy.