"I say we come up with an initiation fer our new swabbie," Pauline suggested.
Patty's eyes widened in surprise. "You want him to join the crew?" she asked, breaking character, before catching herself and slipping back in, "Elaborate on yer reasonin', me trusty first mate."
You were just as surprised as Patty to hear Tiny Tits's proposed punishment. If she really thought you were just some pervert, why keep you around at all? Not that you were capable of asking that question, as the agony pulsing from your crotch prevented you from getting enough breath to speak. Pauline smiled wickedly at you as she began pacing around your body still laying feebly on the shelf.
"Well, Cap'n, clearly this is a perverted lil barnacle who only thinks with the lil'er barnacle tween 'is legs. If'n we just dispose of 'im now, 'is punishment would end far too quick. That's hardly proper satisfaction. Whereas if'n he joins our crew, we can make sure that not only does this lil barnacle get a proper punishment fer 'is transgressions, but we get some much needed use out of 'im. There be a lot of menial and degrading tasks that must be done yet are ill-befittin' famous pirates such as us. But they befittin' 'im, just fine," Pauline said, grabbing you by the hair and lifting your head up. "Like that certain... need ye were lamentin' this morn? What say ya, Cap'n?"
You already knew what Pirate Patty's answer would be from the wide smile that had broken out on her face.
"I says, yer sadism inspires even a dread pirate cap'n like me. Now, take a few steps back."
No sooner had Pauline done so than Patty raised a meaty fist above you. You'd finally regained enough breath to speak, but all you managed to get out was a panicked, "WAIT--" before Pirate Patty's fist fell upon you like a sledgehammer. You thought she was going to reduce your entire body to a paper-thin smear. Instead, she "only" crushed your legs, causing you to cry out in pain.
"Watch 'im, me trusty first mate."
"Aye, aye, Cap'n!"
Pauline gave her sister a salute as she walked off, then eagerly sprang forward, jumping right on your chest and sending a fresh wave of pain through your already sore body. Pauline gave you a nasty wink and your eyes widened in fear as the affected wrestler threw up her feet up in the air and let gravity send her crashing down atop you. Pauline wasn't particularly physically impressive even by affected standards. While your sister-in-law Piper was an Amazon among affected, Pauline Franklin was an inch tall, making her just as tall as you. She was rail-thin and possessed curves that could charitably be described as "non-existent".
Yet that didn't make it any less painful when Pauline's naked ass crushed your face, burying your mouth and nose beneath it. Nor did it hurt any less when she made sure her feet landed directly on your crotch again. You tried to scream in pain but it came out muffled with your mouth blocked by the tiny woman's buttocks. To add insult to injury, she wiggled her butt from side-to-side to get comfy.
A minute later, Pirate Patty returned with a small box. She took one look at her little sister and let out a throaty, rumbling laugh.
"Thank yah, Tiny Tits, now leave 'im tah me." Pirate Patty eyed your half-flattened form smiling, her initial anger at discovering you seemingly peeping on her now having cooled to one of cruel amusement as she anticipated the torments she had in store for you.
"P-please," you begged, seizing the opportunity to speak. "T-this is j-just a m-misunderstanding!"
"I understand plenty yah filthy barnacle," Pirate Patty whispered. "I understand yah realize yah messed with the wrong pirate. But sorries ain't gonna get yah outta yer punishment. Now, listen up! From this moment on, yer now a member of the Dread Pirate Patty's crew. Yah should be thankin' me fer allowin' someone lower than tha ocean floor a spot on me ship. You'll be me Cabin Barnacle, and you'll spend yer days repayin' me fer my generosity by doin' every filthy and degradin' chore me and my first mate can think of til I get tired of ya." Pirate Patty thought for a moment then amended with a cruel smirk, "If'n I get tired of ya."
You were terrified of whatever horrors these two women had in store for you. You sputtered, trying to think of anything to get them to reconsider their actions. "B-b-but... that's slavery!"
"Nay," Pirate Patty said. "When landlubbers do it, it be slavery. When pirates do it, it be Shanghaiing. Now do yah accept me offer, or would ya prefer me send yah tah tha bottom o' the briney deep?"
You paled and squeaked, "What?!"
Patty sighed at your ignorance and broke character. "The toilet, dipshit. I'll flush you down the toilet."
"And believe me," Pauline chipped in cheerfully. "Those are pipes no filthy bilge rat has ever returned from!"
"So what will it be?" Pirate Patty asked. "Will ye be my Cabin Barnacle? Or will ye be sleepin' with the fishes?"
"That's mob talk, Pat. Not pirate talk."
Patty ignored her sister and slammed her fist down on the shelf next to you.
"CHOOSE, DAMN YE!"
"Okay, okay!" you shrieked, seeing no other option to avoid a humiliating and watery grave. "I'll do it! I'll join your crew!"
"I thought ye'd be seein' things my way," Patty purred.
Opening the small box she'd gone to retrieve, Patty pulled out a small black dot. Immediately your eyes widened in panic. You recognized it instantly. It was a Tiny Tracker! Not only would the black dot imbed itself permanently in your skin and transmit your GPS location to the tracker's owner, but it also allowed the tracker's owner to send a jolt of electricity through you, reducing you to an inert square of flesh until your "owner" turned off your "mode lock."
Clearly the sisters weren't taking any chances with their new "swabbie." You'd been hoping Patty and Pauline would just stuff you in their locker with plans to retrieve you after their exhibition match. It wasn't ideal, but it might give you a chance to escape and go look for Riley. If you were trapped in a mode lock form, however, escape would be impossible!
Patty ripped your clothes off and pressed the Tiny Tracker into your bare chest, where it imbedded itself into your skin instantly. You knew there was no way to get it off short of the tracker's owner turning it off, and from the looks on Patty and Pauline's faces, obviously that wasn't going to happen for a long, long, loooong time.
"Welcome aboard," Patty said.
Your stomach felt like it had sunken to the bottom of the ocean floor as your ears were flooded with Pauline's high-pitched cackle and Patty's deep rumbling laugh.
What happens next?
1) Pirate Patty already has your first "chore" in mind. She's been dealing with a nasty case of swampass during her fights. She wants you in her crack during her exhibition match to soak up all the sweat.
2) Pirate Patty turns on "mode lock" reducing you to a tan square of flesh incapable of moving and stores you in her and her sister's locker. Patty and Pauline come back after their match to take you home and assign you your first chore.
3) Same as Option 2, except the Tiny Tracker miraculously shorts out, giving you the opportunity to reform and escape the locker before Pirate Patty and Tiny Tits return. The only problem now is escaping the locker room full of naked female wrestlers, navigating a crowd of drunken fight-happy women, and locating your daughter, who doesn't even remember you're here with her.
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