Zoeys Playhouse Part 6 (Finale) -- (Author) binkieblondeboy

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Oct 28, 2019 at 9:01 PM
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The next day, Lisa was up bright and early, the final details of her escape plan still formulating ever so slowly in her mind. Before day break, Lisa sneaked out of bed and stuffed the key Zack had given her into a little brunet baby doll. About an hour or so later, Zoey unlocked the door and came in, dressed in a light pink dress and apron, to find Lisa pretending to sleep like a baby, curled up in bed.

Zoey got Lisa out of bed, coochie cooing awake, before changing her diaper and dressing her out of her nightgown and into a nice new frilly blue dress with high knee socks, a bib and a pink bow tying her hair back into a ponytail, a black pair of ballet flats, and a white ruffled diaper cover. Lisa was left alone for about a half hour before she was due for her morning bottle, to play with her dolls and toys as Zoey left to let Zack outside.

Zoey “I have to go let Brutus out to go pee and I have to give Mr. Fluffkins a bath. I also have to safe proof the front entrance after our little incidence with you and Barbara. A new lock and a some explosive knock out gas disguised as plotted plants should discourage any walk outs. Speaking of which I still need to get that car of yours towed. Now you be a good little girl till I come back to give you your baba. Play nice Baby Emily.”

She walked out of the room and locked the door behind her. This was it.

Lisa gathered up all the blankets and dresses she could acquire, tying them together to form a long makeshift rope which she hid in her toy chest. She got a wire clothes hanger from her closet and fashioned a lock pick which she also stashed in the toy bin. Afterwards, she retrieved she hid in the doll and stuffed it down into the front of her diaper. Phase one was complete.

Eventually Zoey returned to find Lisa as obedient as ever, playing tea party with her toys. She lead her down to the dining room and locked her in her high chair like before along with Zack who was leashed up by the table and Mr. Fluffkins who sat with one hand cuffed to the table before a plate of carrots. Zoey got our Lisa's bottle and started feeding her. The milk tasted only slightly better than the day before but Lisa was committed to seeing her plan through, as so drank it down as she was told. She lent Lisa the bottle to finish it down herself while getting up to give Zack some more dog food. Zoey then sat down and ate for herself pancakes and cereal.

Later, Zoey realized that she needed more orange juice, and so got up and left. Lisa jumped at the opportunity. She set down her bottle of milk and reached down into her diaper, struggling to squeeze her arm down between her body and her the high chair trey that squished her in tight. She squired about, rocking the chair back and forth until she managed to get her hand into her large padded diaper and nabbed the key with just the tip of her fingers down well between her thighs.

Lisa “Ah ha!”

Lisa inserted the key into the lock on her high chair trey. She fidgeted around with it a bit until. . .

CLICK!

She unlocked the trey and squeezed out of her high chair. Zack and Mr. Fluffkins turned to her.

Lisa “I've got a plan.”

Mr. Fluffkins “It won't end well. They never do.”

Zack “Oh shut up Greg. What's the plan?”

Lisa “I thought about it last night. I'll distract her and get her set of keys so that you guys can unlock your collars and we can go out the back window and down to the river to swim away.”

Zack “How do we get out the back window, it's barred?”

Lisa rushed over to the dining room cabinet and began shifting through the drawers, finding no utensils of any use.

Lisa “I've figured that out. All we need to do first is get these damn collars off.”

Lisa saw a saucer dish in the cabinet and an idea hit her. She took out the saucer and whacked it hard against her knee.

Lisa “Ouch.”

The saucer broke in half, leaving a sharp edge along the crack.

Lisa “Hear, take this and cut your leash.”

Lisa handed Zack the broken saucer. Footsteps could be heard nearing the room. Zack buried the broken sauce in his food dish and Lisa dashed straight into her high chair, locking it just in time before Zoey walked in.

Zoey “Got more orange juice!”

Zoey poured herself a glass of juice before capping off the juice bottle. Zack and Mr. Fluffkins just sat and kept glancing over to Lisa. She motioned to Mr. Fluffkins to knock one of Zoey's utensils onto the floor.

Mr. Fluffkins did nothing at first, shaking his head in defiance. Lisa gave him a mean glare. He suddenly caved and when Zoey wasn't looking, he knocked her fork onto the floor.

Zoey “Oh darn it!”

Zoey ducked down under the table. Lisa reached out over to Zack for some food from his food dish. Zack gave her a hand full as Lisa stuffed it all into her mouth and chewed it up along with a swig of milk. Zoey got back up and pulled her chair up to the table.

Zoey “There. A nice breakfast we're having isn't it. Just one big family.”

Lisa chewed up the dog food and milk, swishing it around in her mouth for a moment, appearing sickly.

Zoey “Baby Emily, what's the matter dear?”

Zoey got up and walked over to Lisa's side. Lisa held the mush in her mouth with her hand and then. . .

BARF!

Lisa spit up all over her dress and on Zoey's apron.

Zoey “Aw gross. Emily!”

Lisa quivered her lips and whimpered like a child as Zoey hugged her arms around her.

Zoey “It's okay baby. I'll clean you up.”

Lisa cleverly took the key she had to the high chair and dropped it on the floor by Zoey's feet.

Zoey “Let's get you out of this high chair. Where's the key?”

Zoey got out her collection of keys before looking down to see it on the floor.

Zoey “Oh I'm just dropping everything today. I'm such a butterfingers.”

Zoey took off her apron and got Lisa, all messy with her fake vomit, out of the high chair. With her back turned, Zack reached into the apron Zoey left on the table to grab for the keys, but Zoey could turn around and took the apron back before he could get it. With the apron in her arms, Zoey walked Lisa out of the room and up the stairs to her room.

There Zoey cuffed her sitting on the floor near the changing table and got her our of her dirty dress.

Zoey “Messy, messy, messy. That's all babies are. But I love you anyway. You are so cute and adorable.”

Zoey went over to the closet, leaving Lisa half naked in her diaper and high socks. With the apron on the floor near by, Lisa reached out with her foot and dragged it toward her.

Zoey “Now what happened to all your new dresses. Did you do something with them?”

Lisa shook her head. As soon as Zoey turned away, Lisa stealthily slid the keys out from the apron and scooted it under the changing table.

Zoey “Maybe they're still in the wash. Well you wait here, cuffed safe to your little diaper table while I go and see if I have your other dresses in the washroom.”

Zoey picked up her apron and walked off, leaving the door open with Lisa still cuffed inside. Lisa got the keys back out from under the table with her foot. There was no way she could uncuff herself in her position, so she pulled and the cuffs as hard as she could hoping the rail would break. It didn't.

Lisa!

Lisa turned and saw Zack by the door. He tip toed in and over to her.

Lisa “Zoey's in the washroom. I've got the keys.”

Zack nabbed the keys and fidgeted about with Lisa's handcuffs

CLICK!

Lisa was free of the cuffs.

Lisa “Sweet. Now find which keys go to the collars so we can get them off.”

Zack “Okay. Fluffkins is still trapped to the table in the dining room.”

Lisa “We'll get him later.”

Zack fidgeted about with the keys and his collar. After a while of Lisa keeping watch at the door, Zack turned to her at a loss of words.

Zack “None of these keys work.”

Lisa “What?”

Zack “None of them. She must keep the other keys elsewhere.”

A door slammed down in the basement.

Lisa “Zoey! Quick go back down to the dining room before she notices.”

Zack “Right. I'll drop the keys in the hall so she'll think she dropped them.”

Lisa “Okay. Try and keep her occupied if you can. And be careful.”

Zack ran off with great haste down the hall, stopping only to peer stealthily around the corner before darting off once more and out of sight. Lisa paced about the room for a few seconds. The plan was falling apart. Where could she be keeping those keys she thought to herself.

The Attic!

Of course! That's where Zoey keeps the collars stored. Lisa retrieved a yellow dress out of the toy box and dressed herself to try and keep decent, or at least as decent as can be in a pink bow and diapers. She took her makeshift rope and clothes hanger and peaked her head out of the room to see if the coast was clear.

With Zoey no where in sight, Lisa darted out of the room, treading lightly as to not make a sound. She ran down the hall till she reached a cross road by the stairs.

Zoey “Brutus! Are you and Mr. Fluffkins behaving yourselves?”

Lisa could hear Zoey down stairs talking to the others in the dining room. In a panic, Lisa nearly dropped her belongings as she took off down the hall and up the stairs toward the attic. She came to a large door and pulled at the handle.

Locked!

Lisa fumbled around, grabbing her bent up clothes hanger and trust it into the key hole. Nervous with a shaky hand, Lisa fidgeted around with the lock, her palms beginning to sweat as precious second by precious second went by.

Lisa “Come on. Come on.”

She began to shake the door violently as she struggled to pick the lock. She shook and shook and shook until. . .

CLICK!

Success! Lisa opened the door.

Zoey “Where is – Oh, there's my keys.”

She could hear Zoey, still down stairs but a lot closer. Lisa ran up into the attic. It was completely packed with dusty old toys, furniture and miscellaneous boxes stacked all over the place. Lisa ran about, scanning the room, her breathing growing heavier by the second.

Eventually, Lisa came to a hard briefcase sitting on the floor, half concealed under a blanket before a torn up portrait of some old man, the same one in the family portrait down in the living room. A case with tiny finger prints all over it. She opened it and found several brand new collars in it, along with detonators and. . .

Keys!

Lisa took out on of the keys and tried it on her collar.

CLICK AGAIN!

It worked! She was free. She just needed to get the others now.

Lisa ran out of the attic, down the stairs to the second floor and through the hall, her rope in her arms and her collar in hand.

Zoey “Emily! Emily!”

Lisa stopped dead in her tracks. Zoey was on the second floor. Lisa ducked around the corner. Looking about, she spotted the window, the one by the back of the house that oversaw the hillside that lead to the river. She ran over and looked out through the bars to see the river flowing rapidly down the hill. Carefully, she locked her collar around the metal bars of the window.

Zoey “Emily, you got ten seconds to come out of hiding before I blow your head off! One! Two! Three! Four! - -”

Ding Dong

The front doorbell!

Zoey “Oh, who the hell could that be?”

Lisa waited around the corner, holding her breathe. It was silent.

BANG!

The collar on the window exploded, blowing the bars off the window. Lisa clasped her hand around her mouth to keep from screaming.

Keeping calm, she could her Zoey's little footsteps echoing further down the hall and down the stairs. Once she felt it was safe, Lisa rushed over to the blown out window and tied her assemble of blankets and dresses to the broken bars and tossed it out the window like a rope.

She made a mad dash down the hall and down the stairs, running as fast as she could in flats and a bulky diaper. At the bottom of the stairs she could see far off into the dining room where Zack and Fluffkins were there waiting, Zack having tied himself off to the table like before. She took off toward them and. . .

Zoey “Ah ha!”

Zoey jumped out of the corner, cutting Lisa off with a taser pole in her hand.

Lisa stopped, skidding on the floor on her shoes.

Zoey “So you got out of you collar. Come here!”

Lisa ran back where she'd come from, up the stairs and through the hall of the second floor with Zoey hot on her trail.

Zoey “Hey!”

Lisa took off toward her baby room, out pacing Zoey and diving behind the door.

Zoey “Emily! Emily!”

Zoey could be heard down the hall. She continues shouting till her voice trailed off further and further down till Lisa could hardly hear her over her deep panting. As soon as she thought the coast was clear again, Lisa tip toed out of the room and began heading back toward the stairs.

Zoey “Hold it!

Lisa froze in fear as Zoey sneaked up from behind.

Zoey “Don't you want to know who's at the door?”

Zoey stood there with her hands behind her back, rocking back and forth on her toes with a malicious grin. Lisa stood there trembling.

Lisa “Who?”

Zoey “A cute boy named Corey.”

Lisa “Corey!”

Lisa ran past her over toward the window and looked out across the front of the house. There, down below, standing by the front door was Corey, waiting patiently on the stoop between two potted plants.

Zoey “He saw your car out by the road and was asking if I'd happen to know where you were. I could have told him you were no longer available since it's your nap time and all. But if your no longer going to be around to play with me then I guys I'm just going to have to play with him.”

Lisa “No.”

Zoey “I was thinking a Ken doll. Although he would have to lose an appendage to be that. Maybe a new dog or – Ooh a teddy bear. I've always wanted one to cuddle.”

Lisa “Please.”

Zoey “All it will take is a press of this button and boom! The knock out gas will put him out just long enough to get him fitted for his collar.”

Zoey held a detonator up in her little hand.

Lisa “Zoey, don't!”

Zoey “Too late. I've already made up my mind. Say bye bye.”

Zoey turned her back and began heading down the hall, a detonator in one hand and the taser stick in the other.

Lisa could feel the sweat rolling down her forehead, her legs buckling and her arms shaking. She wanted to make a run for it when she could and have a shot at finally being free. But she couldn't let Corey suffer. She had to do something. Anything.

Lisa “Zoey wait!”

Zoey stopped and turned back around, a stern look upon her face.

Lisa stood there, trembling as she stared off against Zoey. Slowly but surely, Lisa could begin to feel a wet spot form between her legs. It wasn't much at first, but she gradually began to push and push to muster what she can. The spot in her diaper grew warmer and wetter, the best she could make it. She worked up a few tears in her eyes and quivered her lip.

Lisa squeezed her legs together and lift up the front of her dress just as she began to cry.

Zoey “Oh baby. Did you wet yourself? Oh honey. Come here.”

Zoey walked back and took Lisa by the hand, leading her into her baby room. She cuffed her to the changing table as Lisa cried and cried. Zoey slipped off her diaper cover and got out the talcum powder and baby wipes.

Lisa settled down a bit and as she looked out the window to see Corey waiting about patiently for a moment before checking his watch and walking off. Zoey undid the tabs on her diaper and slid it out from under her before reaching down for a clean diaper.

Lisa watched him with a tear in her eye as Corey continued to walk off down the dirt path, further and further away till he was safe out of sight. Lisa smiled briefly for a moment before she began to cry softly to herself once again as she laid there cuffed to the changing table getting what was to be one of many, many, many, many, MANY diaper changes for years to come.