"Caught In A Stranglehold"
Rated T
Pairing: Owen x ? (look down)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with Total Drama or any of it's characters. Total Drama and its characters are owned by FreshTV, Jennifer Pertsch and Tom McGillis. I got a request telling me to do a fic with Owen and someone else in it, so I figured, lets do this right away. I'm not supposed to reveal the plot to you, but you'll find out what it exactly is in the next chapter. Anyway, this will be a simple two-shot I know you Owen fans will enjoy! Now, on with the fic!
P.S.: I forgot to mention that this takes place on Total Drama World Tour after the episode "Greece's Pieces". Once again, enjoy!
Chapter 2: The Secret's Out
Owen had finally arrived in the cargo hold looking clean as ever. Unfortunately, the little hair job that Duncan and Alejandro hag gave him didn't last very long. It was totally messy and even some of it had chocolate on it since Owen had brownies. He couldn't help if they were delicious, though.
However, Owen wasn't alone as he also bought a box of unwrapped chocolates (thank goodness) and roses with him.
"Well, this is the place..." Owen sighed. "Now I gotta do is wait for that special someone. I wonder if she likes dark chocolate?"
Searching for a spot to sit on, Owen managed to find a group of wooden boxes forming into a chair. With a sigh, Owen managed to make himself good at home, waiting for his guest to arrive.
"Hmmmm, it's not that bad." Owen shrugged to himself. "Looks a little solid, but I can make myself at home."
Meanwhile, while Owen was waiting around, an unknown source had entered the cargo hold without the fatboy knowing. For some weird reason, the unknown source looked like a silhouette that was sneaking in undetected. The footsteps somehow became silent like a ninja, that Owen didn't exactly hear it from his ears. There was not a peep that Owen had heard. The only thing Owen had heard was the engine coming from the plane itself.
While he still wasn't looking, the unknown silhouette had moved from box to box as if he/she was Solid Snake from Metal Gear Solid. While Owen wasn't looking, the unknown silhouette managed to hide on top of a wooden crate by lifting the lid and easily stepping in.
But while he/she closed the lid, Owen was startled by the sound.
"Agh!" Owen yelped. "Who's there?"
Quickly, Owen managed to look around all over the cargo area to see where the noise was coming from. Surprisingly, he didn't get out of his seat to check. He was quite curious where the sound was that kinda spooked him out of his crate-created chair.
"Huh, must've been a rat." Owen shrugged.
Suddenly, he looked at the clock, realizing it was only 8:05, only 5 minutes after his arrival. The fatboy started growing a little impatient, yet grew a little calm about it.
"Oh great Roman Reigns, when is she already getting here...?" Owen groaned. "I swear, 5 minutes is already starting to feel like forever." But then, Owen started getting a little sleepy. "But I'll guess I'll make most of the wait then with a little nap..."
Scooching to the seat a little closer, Owen budged himself between the two seperate crates like he was being tucked. And then, he started closing his eyes for a little power nap.
"There we go," Owen sighed. "Nothing feels more comfortable... than a nap... down at the cargo holds..."
But as soon as he closed his eyes, however...
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"BOO!"
Owen had screamed loudly, being crept up by the voice right behind him. In fact, he was spooked so much, he fell over the crate and onto the floor!
Before he could look up to see what was going on, the unknown source came flying down on the fatboy hard and wide slamming down on his chest hard!
"ACK!" Owen yelped. "Holy Ham on a fryer, that hurts!"
"Oh, pipe down! We haven't got started yet!" The source spoke down on him.
Somehow, Owen was frozen in disbelief when he realized who that voice belonged to. Nicely and carefully, he looked up to see a purple-haired girl with a long ponytail, yellow top, light blue-green pants sitting on top of him. That's when Owen knew who she was!
"Si-Si-Sierra?!" Owen stuttered. "You can't be my secret admirer, are you...?"
"What do you think...?" Sierra smirked.
Just like that, she immediately wrapped her legs around the big lug's neck instantly, choking him very tightly and nicely.
"Accccccckkk...!" Owen gagged. "I'm gonna say... that's a... gaaaaah... trick question, right?"
"Oh, you're just as predictable as Cody, I could tell!" Sierra exclaimed with a vicious smirk.
Without any explanation to begin with, Sierra started locking in her legs tightly and rolled Owen across the cargo floor like a poor helpless victim being dragged around his neck by a strong biker chain. Owen could never tell if it was fun or not, but either way, he started to feel a little sick. Sick on the half that Sierra was rolling him by the neck using her legs, or the fact that he was getting motion sickness from being rolled repeately. Either way, both choices were a complete response, knowing they were the same question.
After Sierra stopped rolling Owen around, Sierra then used her legs to roll her thighs around Owen's neck muscles, giving him a very painful massage. The skin of his neck was stretching so hard, it actually hurt the almost 300-pounder. The skin was actually more than enough to almost rip half of Owen's neck skin completely off. But lucky, not one ounce of Owen's skin was ever ripped off. But he could now say that his skin still remained intact, so that was fun. But in Owen's case, having to be trapped in a psychotic set of legs was not fun at all.
"Sierra... uhnnn... this hurts...!" Owen groaned.
"Aww, that's a shame." Sierra said, feigning sympathy. "Too bad I'm not even finished with you, yet."
"WHAT?!" Owen gasped.
"It wouldn't be fun if ended our privacy this early, will we?" Sierra smirked evilly. "I'm just getting started!"
With Owen's neck still wrapped around her legs, Sierra bent her body over like a backwards crab and sent her hips down, pulling Owen up and down repeatedly. Owen was feeling an ounce of motion sickness moving all around like that. Of course, it was all forced by Sierra. And if that wasn't worse enough, Sierra took his neck and started slamming to the cargo floor side to side, making his head look like a weeble-wobble. He felt the pain go straight to his head intensely. Owen tried desperately to fight back, but unfortunately, Sierra's legs was too strong enough to break free. The only thing Owen could do right now, is wish for the pain to be over.
But Sierra wasn't ending Owen's pain any time soon.
So far, Owen's head was banged across the floor around 30 times, almost nearly making him unconscious. However, the little leg choke that Sierra pulled out on him was already making him close to blacking out.
"Had enough?" Sierra replied.
"I... ackkkkk... can't breathe..." Owen said, desperate for breath.
"Good to know." Sierra winked at him. "Anyway, would you like to tell me the story of how me and Cody had met?"
"ACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK!" Owen gagged while his neck was getting squeezed more tighter.
"Okay, so it is a yes!" Sierra exclaimed. "Anyway, it all started when I first got here on World Tour, and the first time I saw Cody, I was seeing heaven itself! I mean, that hot body, that cute voice and the way he eats bacon is soooooo adorable...!"
"Oh great, I wonder how long she's gonna have this talk for..." Owen thought as he was still getting choked.
Suddenly, the talk began to go on for as long as 45 minutes.
By then, Owen had finally turned dark blue, but yet he was still breathing by some miracle. He was still fighting back, but it still didn't do any good as he was too weak to break out of the leg-induced stranglehold. Sierra was nowhere close to having her speech end, she was still going on and on about Cody.
"...and then, I held him so close!" Sierra exclaimed with glee. "I gotta admit it was so cute! He was almost like a grown-up baby! But suddenly, I wasn't satisfied with him anymore. I figured I'd go with someone who can meet my standards and my size! And that's when you came along. That's when I knew you'd be the one I could have as my little choke toy just for revenge! Yeah, I really want to meet someone who likes to take pain whenever they can take it! I'm glad I chose you! Aren't you, Big O?"
However, there was no response from Owen. He was suddenly giving Sierra the silent treatment.
"Big O?" Sierra replied again.
Yet, still no response.
"Arent you even listening to me?" Sierra said to Owen, looking down at him. "I said, you're the one."
And then, Sierra found the real reason why Owen couldn't reply to her...
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...he was unconscious.
Apparently, Sierra had her legs wrapped around Owen's neck for so long, his eyes was rolled to the back of his head and lost consciousness. Finally giving Owen a break, Sierra finally managed to let him go, which left Owen laying motionless on the cargo floor.
"I see that you're already sleeping." Sierra smirked. "Hopefully, I hope you like what you saw. We should do this a lot more when no one's around. That was totally fun. You up for it, Big O?"
She was now on Owen's lap, still talking down to him. And yet, he still couldn't respond because he was already unconscious.
"Sounds good to me!" Sierra exclaimed with glee. "See you later, Big O!"
With a smile, Sierra had left the cargo room, leaving an already choked-out Owen all by himself in the dark. Sierra couldn't probably care if Owen had died or not, at least it was worth it to her.
Later at midnight...
Alejandro and Duncan were laying down on separate benches, possibly sharing another conversation with each other.
"So, you were really good at soccer, huh?" Duncan replied.
"Totally." Alejandro nodded. "Spent all my afternoons watching David Beckham instructional videos. I even kicked a soccer ball so far, no one saw it come down. That's why I'm good."
"Huh, no wonder I should watch soccer so much." Duncan smirked.
Meanwhile, Owen had finally come back to second class, coughing a little bit.
"Hey man, how was your little date with your secret admirer?" Duncan replied.
"Eh, it was a little... decent." Owen said, lying to Duncan's face.
Alejandro, on the other hand, noticed huge red bruises around Owen's neck, left by Sierra herself.
"Whoa, those bruises look very bad," Alejandro replied. "Are you alright?"
"A little scratchy, but I'm fine." Owen nodded. "Apparently, my date actually likes it rough. Well, that's enough talk, I'm gonna see if there are any painkillers around this plane. My neck feels like hell."
Carefully, Owen managed to sit on another bench, just to sleep it out. Looking at the fatman sleep, Alejandro looked up to Duncan with a smirk on his face.
"Told you it was Sierra." Alejandro smirked. "You know what you have to do."
"Oh damn it, I was close." Duncan groaned as he pulled out a $15 dollar bill and gave it to Alejandro.
With yet another evil smirk, Alejandro kissed the $15 dollar bill like he was kissing Heather and put it in his pocket, therefore enjoying the rest of his sleep. Yet Owen was sure to endure this kind of pain for the rest of his life, now that Sierra was bound to use him in everyway she found pleasing. He was definitely caught in a stranglehold, and there was no way Owen was getting out. And as ironic as this sounded...
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...he actually liked it.
Wow, this took a lot of pressure to do, but I had no choice but to get it done. I mean, Owen/Sierra? Yeah, I never saw that coming at all, but hey, you would expect Sierra to do something deranged and psychotic like that. She's like the Brian Pillman of Total Drama. If you don't know who Brian Pillman is, than Google him and find out. That dude's deranged as s**t itself.
Anyway, feedbacks are welcome, my friends! Until next time, same Warrior time, same Warrior channel! BOO-YA!