Hanna's condescending smirk made your blood boil, but nowhere near as much as the knowledge that Hanna was planning on taking advantage of your overly trusting and (admittedly) somewhat spacey daughter to corrupt her into the same twisted anti-tiny monster Hanna herself was. Worse still was knowing that, unless you could escape Hanna's current tormentous hold on you, you'd be hopeless to stop Riley being manipulated. Riley clearly already had a high opinion of Hanna, and as much as you hated to admit it, it probably would be pretty easy for Riley to be changed into a daughter you'd fear instead of love should Hanna sink her hooks deeper into her.
And so you just kept thrashing in Hanna's grip, as useless as it was.
In response, Hanna merely crushed you into a blob, and stuffed you down the back pocket of her shorts...and that was it.
You almost couldn't believe that Hanna's grand plan of getting her kicks tormenting you after fifteen years was to just squish you and put you in her pocket. What more was she hiding with this plan? Did it matter if you could just wriggled out and escape before then?
As Hanna began walking out of the locker room, you willed yourself to relax and seek the best possible opportunity to escape. Hanna's shorts were extremely tight, and though the woman herself was a far cry from some of the curvy giantesses you knew, she wasn't flatly proportioned by any means. Her perky butt more than filled out her shorts, which kept you flatly and tightly strained against the curve of her toned buttock, grinded by her powerful cheek with each step she took. Not unbearably painful or awful, but not comfortable either. It at least was not taxing enough to prevent you from delving into your own thoughts to try and focus on your plan of escape.
Except...there was one little niggling thought that kept bugging you, as much as you tried to dismiss it as not being important.
Had you...seen a wedding ring on Hanna's finger?
*****
When the swim meet came to an end, you were sadly still sealed tightly in Hanna's back pocket. Try as you might, you had been unable to secure a way to escape her pocket, mostly because of Hanna's frustratingly precise efforts in keeping you trapped. Each time you slipped a little loose, Hanna shimmied her hips to jostle you back inside, and every time you partially reformed, Hanna found an excuse to plop down for a quick seat, pulverizing you with her ass. It was almost impressive how she managed to keep you trapped while still being an active and attentive coach to her girls.
Hanna then waved goodbye to everyone once they left (Weston University having just barely eked out a victory against Kerry County, much to Hanna and the swim team's delight). Hanna's smile was wide and smug as Riley gave her a friendly hug, thanked her for being a great coach, and then ran off to her car to drive home. Your beautiful and talented daughter, bless her heart, had rather predictably forgotten you'd even come along with her to the swim meet, caught up in the excitement of winning, how well she'd done, and how good Persephone had looked emerging from the water after a jaw-droppingly perfect dive. But you weren't in her thoughts at all as she drove home to shower and hit the hay.
Left alone with you, Hanna smirked and strolled out to her own car, purposefully dragging out the act of sitting down and wriggling her butt against the seat to ensure maximum suffering for you. She then started her car and drove home to her place, which was a modest three room apartment just outside of the major Oakland area. Parking her car, she hopped out and sauntered inside, retrieving you from her pocket and hiding you in her fist.
She barely made it three steps into the apartment before a cold, chillingly beautiful voice spoke out.
"You're thirty minutes late...Bitch."
Hanna shuddered, already feeling weak in the knees. Ten years of being married to the most beautiful woman in the world, and Hanna still felt like a smitten schoolgirl.
A light clicked on in the dark living room of their apartment, illuminating the form of Hanna's cherished wife, Nina.
Nina rose from her seat and prowled towards Hanna, causing Hanna to suck in an excited breath.
"I've got a surprise for you, babe." Hanna said proudly to her wife, beginning to unfold her palm to reveal you. Before she could, however, Nina had crossed the distance and silenced Hanna further by clenching the silver-tipped woman's chin so tightly it hurt. With her two inches of height advantage, Nina forced Hanna to look upward.
"I didn't give you permission to speak, my little bitch." Nina purred, with a hint of malice. "Thirty minutes late, and you think you can talk to me before you fucking beg me to forgive you?"
"N-Nina...I've g-got a surprise..." Hanna feebly stammered, trapped between equal parts extreme arousal and an actual difficulty in forming words with her wife pinching her chin and cheeks fiercely.
Holding up the hand with you on it, Hanna unfurled her fingers and revealed your form. By this point, you'd managed to reform, but instead of seizing your chance to run, your body instead seized up in fear. Trapped in Hanna's palm, you hadn't really heard what was going on around you, and you certainly hadn't recognized the voice of a woman two decades older than a girl you'd known for a few scant years way back when. But taking one glance at Nina was all it took for your fear and bad memories to come flooding back to you.
Save for some faint wrinkling around her eyes, Nina looked like she'd barely aged a day since you'd seen her last. She still had her sickly pale, soft and smooth skin, oppressively dark eyes, and long wavy hair she had perpetually dyed a deep black almost midnight purple color, framing her shockingly pretty face. But Nina's face was about the only pretty thing about her (well, that and her absolutely mind-bogglingly massive breasts that contrasted almost comically with her otherwise tall, lean, and lithe form). Personality wise, Nina was as sadistic and terrifying as they came.
You'd had few interactions with the girl before she'd thankfully been fired by Selena and Viola when they took over The Oasis, and you'd never seen her since. But in your few interactions, you'd learned to fear the girl like no other. Nina was a sexual sadist to the extreme, who viewed herself as a huntresses, and all tinies in the world as her irresistible prey. She prided herself on meticulously hunting tinies down, torturing them until they broke, then molding them into clothing or objects, spraying them with Full Length, and adding them to her permanent collection. Then she'd just go and find more prey to hunt. It was awful, sickening, and terrifying. You'd barely survived her during the few times she'd gotten her hands on you.
Nina stared down at you with contempt. "A tiny? That's your big surprise, Bitch?" Nina loosed a condescending laugh. "Oh, Hanna, if that's the reason you were late, I'm really going to make you scream tonight." Nina moved to clench her hand together around Hanna, and almost seemed poised to slap the silver-haired girl.
Hanna's eyes hastily widened. "I-It's Mark Jackson, or Jacobs, or whatever! Mari's old bug! Remember?"
Nina's eyebrows rose, and her grip on her wife relaxed. Stepping back a foot, she peered down at you intently, and you winced under her scrutinizing gaze. "...and so it is."
Hanna cackled like a witch. "Isn't this awesome? You finally have your shot at the one who got away!"
Nina glowered at her wife. "Don't forget your place, my little bitch. I'm well aware that he's the only tiny to ever escape from me...more than once." Nina growled. "And yes, now that he's back, I won't miss my chance to break him once and for all."
Nina's hand shot out and grabbed you before you could finally conquer this dredging up of your age-old PTSD demons. It would figure that on the same day you had a horrible reunion with Hanna, you'd also have one with Nina. Two sadists who plagued you over and over again in your attempts to just survive as an affected and build your relationship with Mari. And of course they'd be married, too! Two of the vilest, evilest giantesses you'd ever met would be happily, twistedly married. Fate really had it out for you twenty-four-seven.
Nina clenched you tightly and smiled down at you, her plump lips curling into a frightening visage. "His name is Matthew Jacobs, by the way, Bitch. As funny as it was to hear everyone around him get his name wrong all the time, you can't probably hunt prey if you don't know everything about them. It's not as simple as stomping someone underfoot. If you want to break a tiny, you have to know all the ways in which you can make them hurt. And, I'll confess, I've fantasized about one day getting the chance to finally break you, Matt." Nina grinned at you, the utter lack of remorse or empathy on her face chilling you to your core.
"Pl-Please...stop." You spluttered, hardly able to speak with how tightly Nina was clenching you.
"Oh?" Nina tilted her head. "But me and my little bitch are just getting started with you, aren't we, Hanna?"
Grinning, Hanna sidled up alongside her wife, blushing like crazy as Nina dug a firm, fingernailed-hand into Hanna's ass. The two titanic terrifying titanesses leered down at you, eyes brimming with malice, and you felt a level of soul-crushing despair you hadn't felt in years.
No one could save you now.
1) Nina wants to start simple, dragging Hanna to the bedroom for some sex, with you forced deep between them while they go at it.
2) Nina takes a page from Hanna's book, deciding you should spend some time as an object for the unaware use of someone else. But what object, and who do they give you to?
3) Nina wants to utterly destroy you, and that starts at the very source of your happiness: finding some way to dismantle your marriage with Mari.
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