With how concentrated you'd been on hiding from the bevy of curvy crushing ladies all around you at this wrestling league venue, you'd forgotten to keep one of the biggest hazards in mind: your eternally forgetful and oblivious daughter. From the very moment the firm point of Riley's fingertip slammed into your chest, you knew you'd screwed up big time, and you'd probably have to fight for your life to correct the mistake that had no unequivocally screwed up your entire day.
Like a bullet being fired from a gun, you launched away from your daughter, the megaton power of her flick easily able to shoot you away like you were nothing. The only upside was that you were sent straight and not spiraling head over heels, but all that really allowed to do was a) not throw up, and b) see your daughter smiling blissfully as she energetically shoved her way into the stadium, utterly unaware of what she'd just done. Also, if her easy-going smile was any indication, it wasn't a stretch to assume she'd momentarily forgotten that she'd even brought you with her in the first place!
You knew you had to get back to her, and quick. You had no idea how long Riley planned to stay at the arena, and if she went back home without you, you'd really be up a creek without a paddle then. Even if she realized her mistake upon getting home, it'd be tomorrow at the earliest that she could come back to rescue you, and you didn't want to spend a second longer in this crazy crushing arena on your own than you needed to!
Of course, forming a plan was all well and good, but you couldn't do a thing about it while flying at mach speed through the air, tears from the wind pressure streaking down your face as you flew. Finally, you slammed into a tangled mess of webs and vines, your momentum coming to a halt as the vines wrapped around your arms and legs, stringing you up helplessly. And yet, for some reason, you continued to swish and sway with movement, disorienting you as you tried to figure out where you were.
It only took you a second, especially as you noted the strawberry-blonde coloring of the 'vines' holding you, and also that the vines were surprisingly soft and frizzy. They weren't vines at all, they were hair. And then, as you glanced downwards, you could make out the frilled, well-worn blouse, bandolier, scabbard, and tight checkered pants (that only barely contained the girthy heftiness of a prodigious posterior) of a certain pirate-themed wrestler.
You were strung up in Pirate Patty's red locks! Riley's flick had launched you right into the rambunctious redhead's messy mane, and judging by the woman's un-slowed gait, she had no idea that you'd hitched a ride!
You immediately began trying to free yourself from your predicament, but to your mounting frustration you realized that each new attempt to wriggle free only seemed to make your bondage worse. Patty's hair had you well-and-truly tangled, and your arms and legs were looped around her red strands more times that you could ever hope to shake loose on your own. Even as Patty walked and her hair bounced with each step, you were merely jostled and shaken, not slipping loose. You really were just a passenger, hardly different from a pesky lice bug.
Your eyes began to widen as the warm lighting and darker colors of the hallway gave way to brighter lighting and clinical shades of white of the locker room. Patty had just carried you to the absolute last place you wanted to be, and there was nothing you could do about it. Your eyes only widened further as you beheld a gaggle of stark naked wrestlers showering, dressing, and idly chatting with their peers and rivals, and the rustling of clothes beneath you made it clear Patty was stripping just the same.
Now you really needed to get out of her. Or, perhaps, better yet, stay hidden in Patty's hair until you could make a break for it that wouldn't lead to some horrific misunderstanding!
And yet the chance of being that lucky seemed slim, especially as Patty sauntered on over to the showering area, which was empty at the moment. Though you were facing backwards thanks to your position, you could hear her fiddling around with some bottles of shampoo and conditioner, as well as adjusting the water temperature to just what she wanted it to be before turning it on. Bracing yourself for what would surely be a powerful torrent of water crushing upon you, you gripped a fistful of Patty's red hair...only for your stomach to drop as she spoke instead.
"All right, Pauline. Better grab onto my hair tight, alright?" Patty's throaty rumble of a voice said. "Don't want to lose you down the drain again, okay?"
To your left, a high-pitched giggle erupted. "Oh, please, Patty! I live for that sort of thrill! Honestly, I thought the pipes under our arena were kinda fun to explore!"
"Sis, it's not like there was buried treasure. We're only pirates in the ring, remember? I just...don't want to lose you, okay?" Patty's voice grew serious, and her affection for her sister was clear to hear.
"Aw, thanks sis. I'll be safe, I promise. Let me just...uh...what the HELL?!?" Pauline's voice (already extremely high) rose another two octaves, and nearly shattered your eardrums.
Shakily, you glanced to the left, and found the nude affected girl there staring at you. She was hanging from a strand of her big sister's hair, and her jaw had dropped upon seeing you. Apparently, she'd been right over on Patty's shoulder the whole time, just out of sight, but now that she'd turned around she'd seen you. Uselessly, you tried to squirm your way free of Patty's hair, but were still stuck as tight as before.
Patty's voice was laced with concern. "Pauline? What is it, what's wrong?"
"There's a gross pervert in your hair!" Pauline shrieked, and Patty gasped. "And he's trying to escape! Quick, grab him!"
Realizing with unfortunate delay what your squirming must've looked like, you stopped and pleaded. "Oh, n-no, no! I'm not trying to escape. A-And I'm not a perv--"
Your further explanations were silenced by Patty reaching a hand up and clasping around your body. Her calloused hand crushed your head flat as she effortlessly ripped you from her hair, wincing a bit as a strand came with you. You then tumbled around in Patty's palm before finding yourself dumped out on the chest-high shelf usually reserved for soap bottles and the like. After a second, Pauline joined you on the shelf, her shock replaced with indignation and annoyance.
But Pauline's ire was nothing compared to the sheer fury that radiated from Patty herself. You could practically feel the hateful aura emanating from her body, and the glare she leveled at you was nothing short of terrifying. Quickly, you began trying to reform your face so you could get back to trying to explain how this whole mess had occurred. Your face popped back into shape, but before you could speak, your words morphed into a yelp of pain as Pauline stomped onto your chest, crushing your stomach flat.
"Lookee what we have here, Pirate Patty!" Pauline sneered, slipping back into character. "A little perverted stowaway tryin' tah steal our dignity!"
Patty's rage, while still simmering, cooled a bit under the veneer of getting into character. "Ain't that just disgusting, Tiny Tits? We pirates have our honor, but this lil' barnacle wants to defile us and all!"
"N-No, please! It's not like that!" You protested, grateful that Pauline hadn't squashed your lungs and rendered speech moot. "Th-This is all a big accident!"
"Accident, eh?" Patty snorted. "Heard that one before, bug. Aye, it's only on purpose til you get caught, then it's an 'accident'. Accident my big fat arse!" Patty crossed her arms, and it was impossible to avoid looking at how the presence of her arms pushed up her already mammoth mammaries, the two gargantuan orbs of tanned flesh squishing together only inches from your face.
And gods-be-damned, despite your best efforts to resist, your stupid male bodily functions did their thing in response.
Patty sneered harder as she watched your crotch throb. "Right. Just wot I thought. A no-good bloody barnacle after all. Disgustin'."
"N-No, I'm not--" You began, only for your words to turn into a shrill scream as Pauline stomped down on your hardening member, forcing it to squish flat despite the fast flow of blood trying to do the opposite. She ground her heel into your crotch, and all rational thought left your brain was you moaned. And though the moan was in pain, the pirate duo weren't about to let you off the hook that easily.
Pauline cackled. "Ah, the little bug even likes pain! Pirate Patty, methinks I've got some great ideas for this gross little bilge rat!"
Patty cracked a smile. "That so, Tiny Tits? Well, me first mate, don't keep me in suspense! Aye, clue me in to yer plans for our little barnacle's punishment!"
As you weakly groaned, Pauline grinned like a little devil up at her big sister, and spoke.
1) Pauline suggests you be 'keelhauled', and so she and Patty mold you into a wash cloth they plan to thoroughly scrub all over their dirty bodies for their upcoming shower.
2) Pauline suggests you be 'hung from the main sails', so Patty heads back into the locker room and strings you up for all to see, complete with a 'PUNISH THE PERVERT' sign.
3) Pauline suggests that Patty 'show off her new booty', so Patty sticks your comically squished form someone on herself as a new tattoo accessory she can show off during matches.
4) Pauline suggests 'initiation for our new swabbie', so Patty tells you that until she's tired of you, you're going to be her and Tiny Tits' new crewmate, doing every menial and disgusting chore they can think of.
5) *Writer's Choice*
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