To her room, but how?
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 15
Yasmine keeps you firmly trapped between her thighs, not dancing, but swaying gently back and forth. Her wobbling breasts above you are so hypnotic...
She takes a look at the clock. "Eh, maybe not the pool. The pirates have probably commandeered it now. And while I can take care of myself, you..." She lets go of your right hand, which she's kept locked in her grip since she snared you, to gently ruffle your hair. "...my little tomcat kitten, will certainly end up being keelhauled." Your wrestling debut really has been a disaster, so bad you're not even viewed as capable of defending yourself. Although at this point, that seems an accurate assessment. "And we wouldn't want that," Yasmine continues, snaring your right hand again to keep you completely under her control. "Anything that gets done to you tonight, will be done by me. So I guess we'll go to my room. But how?"
How? That seems like a dumb question to you. "Walk," you reply. Your response is still muffled, sending another thrill through Yasmine's body, but it's clear enough that she can understand it.
"I don't know, my kitten. Are you even capable of walking?" You have to admit you do feel rather weak, but once Yasmine's legs are no longer constricted around your throat you're sure you'll manage. "I'm not so sure," she continues. "I know, I can take you just like this. It won't be a problem."
Your eyes widen in horror. The thought of Yasmine pulling you along the hallways, trapped in her legs like this...you'll definitely be seen. You'll be a complete and utter joke of a wrestler, turned into a plaything by your first opponent on your first day. You try to shake your head frantically, but Yasmine's thighs hold you firmly in place. You can't even twitch your nose.
"Hmmm, which should it be?" Yasmine muses.
She takes a look at the clock. "Eh, maybe not the pool. The pirates have probably commandeered it now. And while I can take care of myself, you..." She lets go of your right hand, which she's kept locked in her grip since she snared you, to gently ruffle your hair. "...my little tomcat kitten, will certainly end up being keelhauled." Your wrestling debut really has been a disaster, so bad you're not even viewed as capable of defending yourself. Although at this point, that seems an accurate assessment. "And we wouldn't want that," Yasmine continues, snaring your right hand again to keep you completely under her control. "Anything that gets done to you tonight, will be done by me. So I guess we'll go to my room. But how?"
How? That seems like a dumb question to you. "Walk," you reply. Your response is still muffled, sending another thrill through Yasmine's body, but it's clear enough that she can understand it.
"I don't know, my kitten. Are you even capable of walking?" You have to admit you do feel rather weak, but once Yasmine's legs are no longer constricted around your throat you're sure you'll manage. "I'm not so sure," she continues. "I know, I can take you just like this. It won't be a problem."
Your eyes widen in horror. The thought of Yasmine pulling you along the hallways, trapped in her legs like this...you'll definitely be seen. You'll be a complete and utter joke of a wrestler, turned into a plaything by your first opponent on your first day. You try to shake your head frantically, but Yasmine's thighs hold you firmly in place. You can't even twitch your nose.
"Hmmm, which should it be?" Yasmine muses.
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May 31, 2023
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