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Total Drama Universal Restraints Inn	By : Flashlight & Zetastrophe-Now Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 14143 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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If what I did with Heather in this chapter offends you, then I apologize in advance. Thank you for reading this.

At the pet ward, Dawn woke up, alerted by a disturbance in someone's aura. Dawn looked to her left and to her right; however, Dawn seems to notice that everyone at the ward were acting normal. The disturbance I just sensed had to come from afar. I wonder who it is...
Dawn decided to investigate the disturbance. Dawn used her aura-reading technique to search for any aura spikes. The inn is crowded, thus giving Dawn a hard time searching for the aura that woke her up. The aura spike, it seems, came from the Daemon Wing.
At the Daemon Wing, Courtney bound upside-down on a cross, being fucked by a dildo held by a machine. Before Courtney's eyes, Jessica came to visit. The plug in Courtney's plug gag was removed, leaving her mouth wide open.
“Hey Courtney. Are you enjoying this place so far?”
“Nuh! Guh meh outh!”
Jessica chuckled. “I dunno. I think you look cute all tied up, and besides, your friends seemed to prefer Ira over Chris.”
Courtney shrugged. “Ath leeth Ira doth noth tormenth meh with hith challentheth.”
Jessica chuckled. “Yeah...” Jessica raised an eyebrow. “Hey... isn't 24 hours of holding back an orgasm a bit unhealthy?”
“Ah dunnuh...” Courtney groaned as she neared climax. It seemed that Courtney couldn't hold it anymore; soon, Courtney came to the point that she was squirting her fluids. Courtney was taken off the cross. “Phew... 24 hours... I'll need to get some rest after this conversation...”
“Good luck with that, Courtney. You'll probably be pulled into another challenge. Believe me, I was pulled into the three-legged race you girls had.”
“Well... They haven't failed to surprise me yet...”
“I'll say...”
“Hey, I gotta go soon. I'll see you later.”
“Huh? Oh...” Courtney chuckled. “Bye!”
Jessica and Courtney parted ways. Courtney staggered past Heather, who was rubbing her breasts against Gwen's left leg uncontrollably.
“Heather! What are you doing?!” Gwen tried to shake Heather off of her leg, but to no avail.
Heather continued to moan through her ball gag as she sensually rubbed against Gwen's leg. Eventually, she pushed Gwen over. Heather crawled on top of Gwen, ready to have sex with her. Heather's gagged lips were pressed against Gwen's as they engaged in a sweet lesbian makeout session. Heather and Gwen moaned with pleasure, even when Gwen's inner self is wanting Gwen to snap out of her love-induced response. Within minutes, Gwen and Heather experienced orgasm.
Heather changed to 69 position, even though the ball gag prevented Heather from licking Gwen's tight clit.
“Heather, what are you—Mmm!” Gwen's mouth was filled with Heather's pussy.
In a confessional, Gwen sat behind Heather, who was motorboating Gwen. “Okay, I don't know whether to be turned on because a hot chick wearing a gimpsuit and a BDSM hood is having sex with me, or freaked out because Heather is wanting sex for no apparent reason. Maybe something is wrong with Heather.” Gwen looked at Heather. “You could stop now.”
Back in the Angel Wing, Dawn seemed to deduce the source of the aura spite that disturbed her sleep. So Heather's sudden change in aura caused me to wake up; however, it seems to be lingering. Her aura is also clearly red. I think I should send for help.
Ira, himself, was thinking about the next challenge; a scavenger hunt. Ira looked at the inn's layout. “Hmm... I think I should put Lindsay's favorite straitjacket... at the west side while Zoey's medallion should go--”
Ira! I need your help!
Upon hearing Dawn's telepathic plea, Ira ran to the pet ward. Ira met up with Dawn, who was still in the pet carriage. “What's going on, Dawn?”
Well, I was alerted by a sudden red aura flash, so I had to check the source of the flash. Heather seemed to have a sudden burst in lust. I don't know what it is, but I feel it's something bad.
“Really? Let's go check it out.”
Ira and Dawn went to the Daemon Wing as fast as they could. Once Dawn and Ira entered the wing, Dawn led Ira to Heather's location. They approached Heather, who is still 69-ing with Gwen. By the time both girls reached orgasm, Ira picked Heather up. “Hmm...”
Heather began to pleasure herself with her mittened hands. She didn't care if Ira was observing her; Heather simply wanted to rub her boobs and crotch. Ira placed Heather near Dawn, but that only caused Heather to engage in sexual activity with Dawn. Ira picked Heather up again, and again, Heather decides to masturbate. Ira called for a domme to bring Lindsay over. Once Lindsay arrived, Ira put Heather next to Lindsay. Heather immediately got on top of Lindsay and made out with her. After being picked up by Ira once more, Heather goes back to masturbating.
“Yeah, I think I know what's up with Heather.” Ira put Heather back on top of Lindsay. “Heather has been afflicted with Luxuria Servitus Incrediblis, aka Lustful Sex-Slave Condition. It is a disease found only in folklore. They say that Lustful Sex-Slave Condition affects BDSM-loving women. It is said that not only does it increase the physical strength of afflicted woman by 25%, but it also turns them into beings that only desire sex. The only way to cure Lustful Sex-Slave Condition is a 20-person sex party. The girl affected with the Condition must engage in the activity they desire most. The first thing to do is to see what she wants.” Ira picked Heather up for the fourth time, causing Heather to masturbate once more. Ira put a finger on the ball of Heather's gag and felt subtle thuds against it. Ira checked Heather's breasts, vagina, and ass, but all of them did nothing. “It seems that Heather wants oral sex. I wonder if she likes men.” Ira took Heather to a rigger twenty-five meters away from the girls. This time, when Ira put Heather next to the rigger, Heather crawled away from the rigger. Heather crawled all the way back to Lindsay and resumed her make-out session with Lindsay. “Well, that settles it. Heather wants cunnilingus. We'll need to recruit twenty girls for it. This means I'll have to hold off on the scavenger hunt I planned for today and use Heather as a sex toy for today's challenge. Now, with Eva being unable to compete, we'll need another person to fill in spot #20.”
In a confessional, Gwen talks about Heather's condition. “Heather contracted a folklore disease? Man, this is going to be weird. Then again, consider it a once-in-a-lifetime experience.”
Back at the scene, a domme approached Ira with Rachel. Rachel was bound in an inflated straitjacket suit with a body harness. Rachel also wore a pink ball gag in her mouth and a hood over her head. The hood was a pink hood with only a mouth opening.
“We got a new arrival, Magnum Master. This girl appears to be Heather's mother.”
Ira groaned. Ira removed Rachel's hood, revealing her beautiful Asian face. “Greetings, Rachel. So, you ordered a ten-night stay at the Daemon Wing in order to save your daughter from a folklore disease?”
“Mhmm.” Rachel nodded.
“Well, I hope you're ready for what's to come, Ray. The first challenge you'll participate in will only be the beginning of your imprisonment.”
In a confessional, Ira reveals his decision with Rachel's 10-night stay. “I'll just make Chris pay for Rachel's vacation. He deserves to pay for his actions. Get it?”
In another confessional, Rachel explains her reason for staying at the inn. “Not only did I hear that Heather got the first documented case of LSSC, but I also saw Megan spending time with Gwen at a soccer game three days ago. I figured I should spend time with my daughter if Megan is spending time with her daughter. Besides, Heather is my mistress in our BDSM sessions.”
Later, all of the girls, Rachel included, stared at a kneeling Heather. Heather's mittened hands were chained behind her back and to the ground. Heather's legs were also chained to the ground to keep her from moving.
Eva approached the girls, ready to start the event. “Okay, bitches... Listen up! That means you Ms. Drowsy!” Eva pointed at a tired Courtney. “This challenge will test your resilience. Gimp Girl right here will, apparently, lick all of your pussies. The last person standing wins.”
“Oh, let's not forget to mention the punishment for who goes down first. If you happen to be that person, you will have to take Heather's place as the Oral Whore for the rest of the day. Seriously, Heather will need some rest after this, plus we'll send Dawn to Heather's cell if necessary. As for the winner... I hope you like being at the opposite wing, because you'll be spending the night there. Anyways, to make things easier, we'll go in alphabetical order, starting with Anne Maria.”
Anne Maria raised an eyebrow. “I thought alphabetical order was for our last names.”
“About that, almost all of you never had your last names revealed, so I'm gonna go with first names for this. Now then...” Ira grabbed Heather's gag, ready to unbuckle it. “Ready... set... go!”
As soon as Ira removed the gag from Heather's mouth, Heather's tongue shot from Heather's mouth. Heather's tongue searched for pussy like a bloodhound searching for avalanche victims. As soon as Anne Maria approached Heather, Heather shot her tongue into Anne Maria's vagina as if Heather was a parasite. Heather ate out Anne Maria's pussy with pure excitement. It didn't take long for Heather to make Anne Maria cum into her mouth. Heather swallowed Anne Maria's fluids and soon, it was Beth's turn.
Beth was unsure about Heather's condition, but she let Heather eat her out anyways. It didn't take long for Beth to orgasm; either Beth's pussy was sensitive, or Heather was desperate for some cum... The next girl to let Heather eat her out was Blaineley. Heather didn't care about the diaper odor on Blaineley's pelvic region; Heather just wanted to eat Blaineley out. Again, Heather did her work, and again, Heather made a girl cum within a minute.
When the orgasm counter hit 26, Gwen approached Heather and gave her a second helping of her pussy. As soon as she fed Heather, however, Gwen fell to her knees.
In a confessional, Gwen panted in exhaustion. “I was Heather's... sex toy... before the challenge... so I knew I would go down...”
Gwen was pulled out of the line. Izzy stood in front of Heather in place of the disqualified Gwen. Heather ate out Izzy with glee, but the forced cunnilingus didn't seem to hurt Izzy; in fact, after the second orgasm, Izzy still stood strong.
The next person to fall, however, was Courtney, who, after feeding Heather for the third time, succumbed to a microsleep episode. Courtney was lucky that Gwen lost the game first; otherwise, Courtney wouldn't be able to sleep.
Time flew by as the girls had their fun. When it was time for Heather to eat her 120^th orgasm of the day, only Bridgette, Izzy, Lindsay and Staci were left; however, Izzy was called into duty just as she was about to start her final turn.
“Hey, I gotta quit this challenge. Duty calls. Toodles!” Izzy left, leaving the other girls behind. Lindsay took over for Izzy. Once Lindsay fed Heather, she staggered to the end of the line, letting Staci feed Heather. This time, it was Staci's turn to fall.
“Third place... I never thought I'd get this far in any challenge...”
“Not only that, but you were rather quiet.”
“Well, Bridgette. I guess it was time to let my moans do the talking for this challenge.”
“Right...”
Staci was taken out of the Daemon Wing. It was down to Bridgette and Lindsay. Lindsay turned to Bridgette and gave her a cheerful smile. “Good luck, Bridge!” Lindsay said.
Bridgette approached the sex-hungry Heather, ready to take her on one more time. Heather, as sex-crazed as she was, got right to licking Bridgette's sweet clit. Heather ate out Bridgette like a hungry dog at its food bowl. Soon, Bridgette came.
Lindsay stared nervously at Bridgette and Heather. Lindsay knew how long she endured Heather's cruel domination streak, but winning the challenge meant being separated from her beloved mistress. Eventually, Lindsay came to a final decision. “Ira... I forfeit this challenge.”
“Really? After making it this far?”
“Ira... I've been Heather's sex slave for quite a long time, and I loved every bit of it. As loyal as I am to Heather, I'll just end up winning this challenge whether Heather is dominating or submitting to me.” Lindsay shed a tear. “I can't let that happen... Do you know how much Heather means to me? Do you know... how much I love Heather? Why should I win the challenge... knowing that I'll be separated from who I truly love?” Lindsay approached Heather with tears running down her face. Rather than letting Heather eat her out, Lindsay kneeled in front of Heather. “Heather... You may be a completely insane slut on the outside right now.., but deep inside.., I know you're still my beloved mistress... Please... Snap out of it...” Lindsay leaned in an gave Heather a kiss on the lips. Lindsay and Heather began to glow before the eyes of Ira, Eva, and Bridgette.
“Is this..?” Bridgette couldn't believe what she was seeing.
“I-i-i don't have anything to say...” Ira never experienced feelings as strong as Lindsay's before.
“What am I even looking at?” Eva raised an eyebrow.
As soon as the glow subsided, Lindsay released Heather's lips from her own.
“Lindsay... Thank you for saving me...”
“You're welcome, Heather...”
Ira cleared his throat. “Well, out of respect for Lindsay's wishes, Bridgette wins the challenge.”
“Well, Bridge. Unless your fanny is twisted in a knot, you'll have quite a lot of fun here.”
“Thanks, Heather... I guess.” Bridgette walked away from Heather, unsure about what Heather was trying to do with her.
In a confessional, Bridgette talked about her victory. “Well, all's well that ends well. Courtney gets some sleep after 36 hours of sleep deprivation, Lindsay's true love kiss broke Heather's spell, Staci's getting better at communicating with others, and I get to spend the day at the Daemon Wing. By the looks of it, most of the hottest girls I've met are all at the Daemon Wing, I mean there's Anne Maria, Blaineley, Courtney, Gwen, Heather, Izzy, and Lindsay. Gwen's and Heather's moms are also staying here, and I think they're both pretty sexy. If I have to make out with any of the girls during my stay, then Blaineley and Gwen are my #1 choices. Sure, Blaineley may have shipped me to Siberia, but I can't hold a grudge against her for that, plus who could resist such a curvy body?” Bridgette put her hand on her chin. “Now, what I think I should do is play with whoever's willing to play with me. Consent is very crucial in erotic activity.”
Back at the scene, Heather was freed from the chains that held her to the ground. Lindsay and Heather walked back to their cell together. Bridgette, on the other hand, decided to make use of her “incarceration.” Bridgette knew that Courtney and Heather needed rest, so she decided to try playing with a few of her buddies; however, a domme grabbed Bridgette's wrist.
“Oh... How may I help you?”
“I need to change your outfit, Bridgette.” The domme took off Bridgette's white, mittened catsuit. “The Daemon Wing is a dungeon-styled place, unlike the asylum-styled Angel Wing.” The domme gave Bridgette a black catsuit, which Bridgette willingly put on. The black catsuit was tighter and thicker than the white catsuit Bridgette wore before.
“This feels weird...”
“You'll get used to it; after all, your friends seemed to enjoy this wing.” The domme then put a posture collar on Bridgette's neck. “Now, where were you going?”
“I was gonna have some fun with one of the girls.”
“Perhaps you'd like to play with our replacement oral whore...”
“Oh, you mean Gwen? Sure, I'll go for it.”
The domme leashed Bridgette. The domme took Bridgette to Gwen, who was kneeling on the stony ground of the Daemon Wing. Bridgette had to bend over to look at Gwen, for the collar prevented her from looking down normally.
“Hey Gwen.” Bridgette waved her mittened at. “How's it going?”
“Things are going well. Hey, wanna have a box lunch? I'm ready for my first pussy of the day.”
Bridgette blushed. “Sure... I guess.”
“Great!”
“Hey, wait for me, Gwen!” Megan approached Gwen and Bridgette with the look of a disappointed parent. “Don't be starting without me you naughty girl.”
Gwen turned her head to her mother. “Oh... Sorry mom...” Gwen looked back at Bridgette. “Sorry. My mom wanted to get involved in the action too.”
“I don't mind. You got your sexy looks from her.”
“Great!” Gwen looked back at Megan “So, where do you want to start?”
“Well, looks like you could use some facesitting, dear.”
“Yes, mom.” Gwen laid down on her back. “Okay, I'm ready.”
“Thank you, Gwen.” Megan got on top of Gwen's face, lowering her hips above her sexy daughter. As soon as Megan's pussy touched Gwen's face, Megan felt the sweet sensation of Gwen's tongue. “You could have my daughter's pussy if you want, Bridgette.”
As soon as the domme unhooked Bridgette's leash, Bridgette joined the group. Bridgette got on her knees and bent over in order to lick Gwen's pussy. Bridgette moaned as she submissively licked Gwen's lovely pussy. Gwen moaned while the moaning Megan made Gwen her pussy-licking slave. Soon, Gwen caught Megan's cum while Bridgette caught Gwen's cum. The fun wasn't over yet, for Bridgette and Gwen decided not to swallow the juices. Instead, with their cum-filled mouths, Bridgette and Gwen decided to make out with each other.
“Oh my...” Megan said, watching her daughter make out with Bridgette. “I never expected to see some snowballing in this place.” Megan decided to join in on Bridgette and Gwen's cum-swapping action. Megan got under Bridgette's legs, making sure she's looking at Bridgette's body rather than the ground below. Megan then began to eat out Bridgette. Megan's tongue twirled inside Bridgette's pussy as fast as possible, hoping to get the cum Megan needs. Soon, Megan harvests Bridgette's cum.
“Got yourself some sweet nectar, mom?”
“Yes, Gwen.”
Bridgette, Gwen, and Megan made out with each other, making use of their cum-filled mouths as they go. Cum and drool dripped from their lovely lips, showing how much the trio enjoyed snowballing. Soon, they all decided to swallow the snowballs they made.
“That was fun, girls.”
“Thank you, Bridgette.” Gwen winked at Bridgette. “I'm happy to serve you.”
Bridgette stood up. She decided to take her leave, wanting to play with another hot Daemon Wing girl. Bridgette was leashed once more before being escorted to another girl: Anne Maria. Anne Maria was once more being mummified in latex. Bridgette, herself, was stripped naked before being put on a separate machine. The machine wrapped Bridgette up as soon as she was ready.
“You're getting the mummy treatment too?”
“I guess so, Annie. Hey, this is reminding me of a Japanese game show.”
“Well, you gotta love the Japanese, Bridge. You gotta love 'em.”
Soon, both girls were mummified in latex. Anne Maria and Bridgette squirmed on the floor as soon as they were released, much to their pleasure. Bridgette had no idea where she was going, so she simply moved for the heck of it. Soon, Bridgette felt something squishy: Anne Maria's breasts. The latex-coated mummies made out with each other to the best of their ability. Anne Maria and Bridgette gag-kissed and rubbed breasts with each other has they had fun in their mummified forms. The moans coming from the pair of mummies expressed the pleasure coming from within the girls' bodies. Soon, Bridgette got on top of Anne Maria: her mummified crotch covering Anne's. Bridgette and Anne Maria both rubbed against each other, much to their pleasure. They both felt like cumming regardless of whether their vaginas actually touched each other or not, and soon, they reached the point of orgasm.
In a confessional, a naked Anne Maria taked about her experience with Bridgette. “You know, for a girl who's normally serene, Bridgette is no pushover when it comes to sex. I never thought mummy sex was even possible.”
Thirty minutes later, Bridgette and Anne Maria were freed from their latex cocoons. Bridgette and Anne Maria stretched their muscles, feeling the relaxing sensation of freedom.
“Does your skin feel smoother?” Anne Maria inquired.
“Kind of... I was wrapped in latex, so the smoothness is kind of strange.”
“Well, Bridge...” Anne Maria cracked her knuckles. “You'll never know what to expect at Universal Restraints Inn. That's why the Total Drama gals love this place, save for Courtney.”
“Well, I guess you're right.” Bridgette let the domme put the catsuit back onto her body before taking her leave. “Excuse me, ma'am. What's your name?”
“Marilyn.”
“Thank you, Marilyn. So... If I could ask you a question. I saw Blaineley being bottle-fed and, well, have you guys considered breastfeeding?”
“Would you like to see our cows, Bridgette?”
“You got cows at this place?”
“Don't be certain, Bridgette.” Marilyn took Bridgette to the inn's “dairy farm.” Upon entering the area, Marilyn showed Bridgette the cows, or rather girls dressed as cows being milked.
In a confessional, Bridgette showed her reaction to the “cows.” “Anne Maria was right when she told me to expect the unexpected. I never thought the milk they give to the adult-babies of the Inn came from girls.”
Back at the scene, Marilyn gave Bridgette a smug smile. “You wanna give it a shot? There's an empty stall next to Heather's mom.”
Bridgette turned to her right and saw Rachel being milked. “Uh... Sure. I'll give it a go.”
Marilyn unlocked the empty stall's transparent door. “Now, before you go inn, I need to switch you to this outfit.” Marilyn grabbed a catsuit with cowlike features. The suit was white with oblique black spots. On the hands and feet of the suit were hooves. The hood of the suit had an opening for the face. The top of the hood had ears and horns, much like that of a cow. There is one other opening in the suit, which is located in the chest area of the suit.
“Well... At least it fits the environment.” Bridgette let the domme take off the catsuit. She then allowed herself to be put in the fetish-y cow costume. As soon as Bridgette as put in the suit, she was led into the stall.
“Okay, Bridge, I'll need you to put your wrists and neck on this board.”
Bridgette obediently let Marilyn bind her to the stocks. Once Bridgette was locked in the stocks, a ball gag was put into Bridgette's mouth. Perhaps one could assume that gagged moans sound like cows mooing. Marilyn attached a pair of suction cups to Bridgette's nipples. Bridgette watched helplessly as Marilyn went to the machine. “Nod if you're ready.”
Bridgette nodded obediently; soon the machine was powered on, and Bridgette's breasts began to produce milk. Bridgette moaned as the machine sucked the milk out of her breasts.
“I'll be back in a few hours.” Marilyn walked out the stall. She then closed the stall's door and locked it, leaving Bridgette in her milky situation.
Bound in the stocks, Bridgette could do nothing but take a look at Rachel. Bridgette watched as Rachel moaned into her gag with pleasure. Bridgette was turned on by Rachel's punishment to the point in which she did a confessional about it. “You know, seeing Heather's mom dressed as a cow and bound in a pair of stocks made a lot of sense. Not only does it look kinky, but I also remember being breastfed by my mom when I was a baby. Breastfeeding is a motherly thing to do, ya know?”
Once time passed, Marilyn returned to Bridgette's stall. Marilyn turned off the machine before unhooking the machine's suction cups from Bridgette's breasts. Marilyn took Bridgette out of the stocks, allowing Bridgette to do some stretches. “So, Bridgette.” Marilyn removed Bridgette's gag. “How did it feel?”
“Moooo!”
Marilyn laughed. “Good one, Bridgette.” Marilyn removed the cow suit from Bridgette's body. Bridgette was almost immediately put in an armbinder dress as soon as she was freed.
“Thanks, Marilyn. I dated a party-loving guy. Hey, this dress looks nice.”
“Thank you, Bridgette. Now, allow me to walk you out of this place. Dinner is ready.”
Bridgette is taken out of the “farm.” Bridgette was taken to a table, which had a plate of ham on it. “Excuse me, but I'm a vegetarian.”
“Don't worry, Bridgette.” Marilyn tore a piece of the ham. “Have you heard of veggie burgers? They are like hamburgers, but the patties are made out of vegetables and soy. The ham steak you see is really a ham-flavored chunk of soy.”
“Oh... Thank you for clarifying that... Hey... What's Izzy doing with a fishing rod?”
“That would be something best left unanswered, Bridgette. Now, enjoy your meal.”
Bridgette enjoyed her chunk of soy.
Izzy, on the other hand, reeled in a apple pie. It was rather easy for Izzy to do, especially since Izzy was holding the rod with sleeve-covered hands; in fact Izzy was wearing an unbound straitjacket jumpsuit while reeling in the pie. The pie stopped in front of Izzy. Izzy took the hook out of the pie and put the fishing rod away.
A girl, Jessica to be exact, followed the pie. Izzy waved at Jessica. “Hey there. I hope you like pie, because this one is really hot!”
Jessica chuckled. “Thanks, Izzy.” Jessica kneeled in front of the pie. “So, do you like this place?” Jessica took a bite out of the pie.
“I sure do! I don't care if Chris put us here! This hotel is awesome!” Izzy bent over and chowed down on her side of the pie.
The scene switched to a confessional involving... DJ and Noah?
“Why are we here?” DJ asked.
Noah looked at DJ with a glazed look in his eyes. “Isn't it obvious? Izzy put us in this situation.”
“You know nothing, smarty...” DJ unzipped himself, revealing Izzy.
“What the fuck?” Noah watched as Izzy unzipped herself to reveal Chris, who then unzipped himself to reveal Ira and back to DJ.
“Uh... Noah?” DJ blinked twice. “This doesn't feel right.”
Back at the scene, Izzy went back to chatting with Jessica. “What about you? Are you enjoying this place?”
“It's quite relaxing over at the Angel Wing, Izzy.”
“Hey, I'll become a nurse or a domme once my vacation ends, so maybe I'll be taking care of you in the future. Who knows?”
“Interesting... Hey, how come you're not bound in that thing?”
Izzy giggled. “Well, I just untied myself. Simple as that.”
Jessica raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you were interested in escapology, huh?”
“Well, it's not just a hobby. I love it! My family sometimes would bind me in a straitjacket. Sometimes, my parents sent me to school all tied up and such. It got to the point where the school stopped caring about my bound state altogether. I ended up learning how to escape; heck I learned how to eat with my feet!” Izzy picked up a piece of pie with her toes and took a bite out of it.
The action prompted Wile E. Coyote to appear in the confessional booth out of nowhere, holding a sign that read “Gross!” Wile E. then turned the sign, showing the sentence, “No, I have no idea what I'm doing here.”
Back at the scene, Jessica chuckled at Izzy's story. “Nice... You know, my daughter and I sometimes engaged in BDSM activities at home. I was usually the mistress. It piqued our interest at Universal Restraints Inn. I was supposed to be here for only two days, but I extended my stay in order to let my daughter get back to her schooling.”
“Well, that's nice. Hey, wanna take a piece of pie from my foot?” Izzy picked up a piece of pie with her right foot and moved it to Jessica.
“Sure.” Jessica took the piece from Izzy's foot and ate it. Once she finished the piece, Jessica licked the crumbs off Izzy's feet. “That was pretty delicious. I wish I could eat with my feet.”
“I had months of practice myself. Hey, you should try it some time.”
“I guess...
“Hey, did you hear that the girls prefer Ira over Chris? They even wanted Ira to host a Total Drama spinoff!”
“I've visited a few of the girls, and I have to admit, you're right.”
“You better believe it, Jess. Ira has a good personality, unlike Chris.”
Jessica chuckled at Izzy's remark. “Hey, looks like it's time for me to go. Bye.” Jessica kissed Izzy on the lips before letting a domme take her out of the wing.
“Well, that's a bit of a fun time.” Izzy turned to Bridgette, who finished her ham-flavored soy block. “Hey Bridge! You done eating?”
Bridgette blinked. “Yeah... Why do you ask?”
“I wanna show you something cool. Wanna see?”
“Sure. Bridgette stood up and walked to Izzy”
“Okay, give me a moment.” Izzy held smoke bomb in her hand. Izzy threw the smoke bomb at the ground, thus surrounding herself with a thick layer of smoke. As soon as the smoke faded away, Izzy stood with her hands on her hips while the jumpsuit laid on the floor. “That wasn't it. I just wanted to take my clothes off. What I do want to show you is this.” Izzy reached into her breasts and pulled out a latex straitjacket catsuit. “Tada! What do you think?”
Bridgette tilted her head. “A catsuit? That's it?”
“Oh, it's not just a catsuit.” Izzy slung the catsuit over her shoulder before untying Bridgette. Izzy freed Bridgette from the armbinder dress, but it isn't over yet. Izzy helped Bridgette into the catsuit. Once Izzy bound Bridgette inside the catsuit, Bridgette felt an odd feeling on her body. “What do you think, Bridgette?”
“It's nice, but... Why do I feel like I'm sitting in a bathtub full of cockroaches?”
“Oh, I'll show you.” Izzy rubbed Bridgette's shoulders, causing Bridgette to break into laughter. “It's a little restraining device that makes you sensitive to tickling. We call it the Tickle-Suit.”
“N-n-no wond-d-der why I'm l-l-laughing so h-h-hard right n-n-now...Hehehehehehehe!”
“So, I noticed that you've been a naughty girl. I guess a little tickle-torture will turn you straight!.” Izzy then groped Bridgette's breasts. “Coochie-coochie-coo...”
Bridgette laughed as Izzy massaged her rack. “H-h-hey..!” Try as Bridgette might, but resistance against laughter was futile.
“You wanna know where else I could tickle you?” Izzy lowered her right hand and rubbed a couple fingers against Bridgette's pussy.
“Oh m-m-my..!” Bridgette's moans and laughs mingled as she felt herself getting sexually tickled. Bridgette couldn't resist wiggling in her bondage as she gets pleasured and tickled at the same time. Soon, Bridgette orgasmed in her laughter.
“You like it?” Izzy rubbed her fingers against Bridgette's stomach.
“Y-y-yes, Izzy..!”
“Hey, where are you most ticklish at?”
“M-m-my armpi-pi-pits...”
“Well, get ready to be tickled!” Izzy rubbed Bridgette's armpits, causing Bridgette to laugh like a hyena watching a comedy show. Bridgette never thought she could be so sensitive to tickling, especially in her underarms. Soon, Izzy let go of Bridgette. “Well, looks like it's time to release you.” Izzy untied Bridgette and removed the tickle-inducing catsuit from Bridgette's body.
“Wow...” Bridgette panted after the wildest round of tickling she ever experienced. “I never thought... I could be so ticklish...”
“That's the power of the tickle-suit, Bridge. Hey, who are you gonna play with now?”
“I guess Blaineley could use some time with me.”
“Great! Lemme get someone to assist you... Yo Marilyn! She's yours again if you want her!”
Marilyn approached the girls. “Thank you, Izzy.” Marilyn simply leashed Bridgette before taking her to the nursery. There, Bridgette saw Blaineley dressed up in baby gear.
“Excuse me, but what should I do here?”
“I'll tell you what.” Marilyn pulled out a Canadian quarter from the sleeve of her left glove. “If you win, you get to be Blaineley's mama during your playdate. If you lose, however, you'll spend your playdate with Blaineley as a baby. Does that sound fair?”
“Sure. I call heads.”
“Okay then.” Marilyn flipped the coin into the air. She caught the coin with her right hand and put it on the back of her left. “Tails.”
“Oh... Looks like I get to be a little closer to Blaineley.”
“I like the way you're thinking, Bridgette.” Marilyn grabbed a diaper and handed to Bridgette. “A baby can't use the bathroom now, can she?”
Bridgette chuckled. “Nope.” Bridgette slipped on the diaper. “You're quite clever, Marilyn. Where do you live?”
“I think my house is across the street from your house. Funnily enough, be both share the same age.”
“You're 20 years old too? Wow.”
“I guess we have a lot in common, Bridgette.” Marilyn held open a light blue sleeper for Bridgette. “Please, step in.”
“You're the boss, Mary.” Bridgette stepped into the pants of the sleeper. Bridgette let Marilyn help her put on the sleeper. Once she's inside, Bridgette looked at herself. “Aww... This is kind of cute.” Bridgette wiggled her feet. “It even has a soft pair of booties on it.”
“Thank you, Bridgette.” Marilyn grabbed a bottle filled with milk. “Thirsty?”
“I could use a refreshment.”
Marilyn carried Bridgette in her arms much like she would to a baby. She sat down on a chair with Bridgette in her arms. Soon, she began feeding Bridgette some milk...
Bridgette gently pushed the bottle away from her. “Hey, this tastes like my milk.”
“You're quite a lucky girl, Bridge.”
Bridgette went back to sucking on the bottle. Bridgette enjoyed the taste of her own milk. The milk felt refreshing to her, especially after the tickle-torture Izzy made her go through. Soon, Bridgette finished the bottle. Marilyn put Bridgette over her shoulder and patted Bridgette's back. Bridgette let out a burp, albeit a light one.
“Does that feel better?”
“Yeah...”
“Good...” Marilyn took Bridgette off of her shoulder. Marilyn grabbed a pacifier gag and gagged Bridgette with it, making sure it is securely strapped to the back of Bridgette's head. “Okay, Bridgette. Have fun.” Marilyn put the babyfied Bridgette inside a playpen where Blainley resided. Marilyn kept a close eye on the girls in order to make sure they play nice.
Bridgette waved to Blaineley an let out an incoherent greeting. Blaineley blushed and slowly waved back at Bridgette. Bridgette, adjusting to her infantile role, explored the playpen. Bridgette found what looked like a large teddy bear in the playpen. Although the teddy bear wiggled, Bridgette didn't really care. Bridgette looked at Blaineley and, after considering Blaineley's romantic outing with Bruno, picked up the bear. Bridgette waddled to Blaineley with the teddy bear in her arms and gave the bear to Blaineley.
In a confessional, Bridgette gives a little message to the viewing audience. “Sharing is caring.”
Blaineley's eyes widened after seeing Bridgette perform such a kind action. Blaineley grabbed Bridgette's right hand and shook it, even though Blaineley had to use both of her hands to grab Bridgette's hand in the first place. Blaineley hugged the bear, which caused it to wiggle slightly.
Another confessional popped up, with Blaineley talking about Bridgette's actions. “You know, Bridgette is not a bad person after all. Sure, the large plushie Bridgette handed me was visibly sentient, but what the heck? Bridgette sure knows how to respect people.”
Bridgette decided to crawl to the other side of the playpen. She waited for the right moment to snuggle with Blaineley. That moment; however, was delayed. Ten minutes later, Bridgette smelled an odor coming from Blaineley. Blaineley looked at her diaper and blushed, embarrassed about making a mess in front of Bridgette.
“I'll be back, Bridgette...” Marilyn picked Blaineley up and took her away in order to get her diaper changed.
Bridgette crawled to the bear, uncertain about its nature. She pressed against the bear's body and felt vibrations from the inside. Bridgette decided to leave the bear alone and crawled back to the corner of the playpen.
A couple minutes passed and Blaineley was returned to the playpen. Blaineley was about to crawl back to the oversized teddy bear, but Bridgette crawled to Blaineley. Bridgette tapped Blaineley on the back, prompting Blaineley to turn to Bridgette. With incoherent, babylike mumbled, Bridgette pointed at Blaineley, then back to herself, as if asking Blaineley to snuggle with her. Blaineley paused, but soon, she complied. Blaineley and Bridgette caressed each other and began to lovingly snuggle with each other. Bridgette and Blaineley moaned as they rubbed against each other. Although they couldn't stimulate their pussies due to the padding surrounding their hips, Bridgette and Blaineley felt pleasure from their playdate. Soon, Bridgette and Blaineley let go of each other.
Bridgette's and Blaineley's pampered playdate lasted for another hour. When Bridgette was finished, Marilyn pulled Bridgette out of the playpen. “Say 'bye-bye,' Bridgette.”
Bridgette and Blaineley waved goodbye to each other. Bridgette was taken to a cleaning room. Marilyn took off Bridgette's sleeper and diaper before she put Bridgette in the tub. Marilyn, along with a co-worker, cleaned Bridgette up, focusing mostly on the pelvic region. Soon, Bridgette was cleaned, no longer smelling of diapers.
“So Bridgette...” Marilyn dried Bridgette off. “If you're given the opportunity to sleep with one of your Daemon Wing buddies, who would you sleep with?”
“I think I would have to go with... Blaineley. Perhaps having a friend with her should help soothe her.”
“You could be right, Bridgette. Hey, your prize is spending the night at the Daemon Wing. Would you like to be with her when it's time?”
“Sure, Mary. Hey, what time is it?”
“Oh, it's... 8 PM. It's getting close to Blaineley's bedtime.”
“Well, I guess it's time for Baby Bridgette to return to the daycare.”
Marilyn chuckled. “Yep.”
In a confessional, Marilyn talks about her blonde slave. “You know, of all the guests I worked with, I have to say Bridgette is my favorite. Too bad she'll have to go back to the Angel Wing tomorrow.”
Later, Blaineley was about to sleep when Marilyn returned while carrying Bridgette. Marilyn put Bridgette in the crib with Blaineley. Bridgette looked at Blaineley and smiled.
“Good night, girls.” Marilyn kissed Blaineley and Bridgette on the cheek before leaving. As for the pampered blondes, they hugged each other and went to sleep.
In a confessional, Ira makes an appearance while wearing a country-club shirt much like Chris's. “Well, it seems that Blaineley found a friend in Bridgette. What will happen next? Find out next time on Total... Drama... Universal Restraints Inn!” Ira let out a chuckle. “That one's worth a pat on the back.”

Author's Notes: The challenge was inspired by the story's depiction of Heather as a pussy-loving whore. The strong focus on Bridgette in this chapter is done to test the chapter's consistency.
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