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Misty's Capture	By : Omalley99 Category: Pokemon > General Views: 34491 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Misty dropped to her knee's the instant that Banette cut its psychic strings, her body unprepared for its sudden freedom. She remained on the ground, feeling emotionally and physically drained as she watched Omalley bid fair well to Cloud and Cheryl, the women leading her blank eyed friends away. She felt despair welling up in side of her as she saw Ash and Brock disappear into the tree's, their sleeping bodies carried along by Banette's diabolical strings. She had been forced to watch her rescuer's get defeated, their memories altered so that they would forget everything that had taken place, and now they were to be dumped somewhere in this forest, effectively ruining any chance she had of rescue, bar somebody blindly stumbling across them deep in the woods. She felt hollow and empty as her captor turned once again, striding back up to her with a smile on his face.

“Alone once again!” he said to her, gesturing all around to show the deserted clearly. His face fell slightly as he noticed the cracked ground, the grass trampled flat and the earth split and scorched from his earlier battle. “Better clear that up later...” she heard him mutter as he turned back to her, a smile gracing his features once again. He looked at her for a moment, noting the way she was slumped, her arms limp at her side. Her face looked exhausted, with her beautiful blue eyes shining as if on the verge of tears. For a moment he felt a stab of guilt deep inside of him for hurting her like this. Wasn't the whole reason he was doing this because he wanted to protect her? Shaking his head he brushed the thoughts aside, kneeling down next to her and reaching out to gently grasp her shoulder. He waited a moment, seeing if she would brush him off, but the redhead just sat motionless, staring dejectedly at the ground.

“Misty...” he said softly, the girl responding by inclining her head slightly in his direction. He paused for a second, wondering what the best course of action might be, he could certainly do whatever he wanted with her now, and Ash and Brocks interference had cost him a fair amount of time, but however cold hearted he might be he could recognise that Misty could go no further at this point in time, the best thing for her would be rest. Clearing his throat he started again, his voice soft as he tried to convey some sense of sympathy in his words. “It's ok Misty, we wont do anything more today. You can rest. Just try and relax now all-right?” Gently he squeezed her shoulder in what he hoped was a reassuring manner before rising to his feet again and walking to his small pile of possessions, leaving the girl alone in the grass.

He knelt down on the ground and unzipped his bag, casting an eye back towards Misty before pulling out a series of medicines which he set aside for his Pokemon later. His pots and pans followed, along with a box of matches which he again placed to one side. Pausing for a moment he took a long look at the bag, noting the frayed straps and faded fabric. He knew that with the amount of travelling he did he would be far better off with a new, larger and more robust bag, but at the same time he was loathe to dispose of this old one, remembering how he had first set off with just Tangrowth and this bag. Pushing these thoughts aside he reached in again and pulled out a Pokedex, Its silver surface polished to a mirror sheen. He flicked it open, listening to the device power up with a soft whine as the screen blinked into life and a list of commands appearing in digitalised text. He scrolled down to the transfer option and highlighted it with a push of a button, pausing again as he considered changing his team.

“Let's see... Grimer and Hypno are by far the most beat up at this point, both could use time off... I shouldn't be needing Hypno's powers again for a while, especially if we make a move soon. Tangrowth, Victreebell and Ditto can easily handle any threats, and are too useful at the moment for me to rotate. Ah but what to bring in?” He highlighted Grimer and Hypno's icons with the cursor and scrolled down to the Transfer button, reaching into his jacket and pulling the balls out for the Pokedex to scan as he did so. A thin crimson beam shot out from the Pokedex, playing across the capsules and confirming their contents before, with a soft chime, both balls suddenly disappeared from his open hand.

He then spend a few minutes searching through his box system, checking his Pokemon's condition, moves and how long he had been apart from them. Finally settling on his choices he confirmed his selections and with another chiming noise the beam extended again, this time remapping two new balls onto the grass in front of him. Satisfied with this he turned the device off, snapping the lip shut again and tucking it into his bag once more, the two balls rejoining his others on the inside of his jacket.

Whilst on the subject he also decided to bring out Ditto and Victreebell, the former warping its shape almost instantly to match the its partner as they appeared. “Guard duty” he told them both as he briefed them on what he wanted. “Patrol the area around this clearing and use whatever means you have to in order to keep undesirables away. I'll call you both back in mid-morning tomorrow, so you've got plenty of time to try and get some food while your out as well.” Both Victreebell made an approving sound at this before turning and moving off into the undergrowth with hardly a sound between them, disappearing into the leaves right before Omalley's eyes.

Glancing up quickly he noticed the way that the shadows were beginning to lengthen, black treetops slowly stalking along the ground towards him as the sun dipped lower on the horizon. Closing the bag again he gathered up everything he needed and set to work building them a shelter for the night.

Misty found herself drifting in and out of sleep, on the very edge of physical and emotional exhaustion. She was dimly aware that she wasn't crying any more, her despair replaced with a dull empty feeling in the pit of her stomach. Silently she slumped sideways so that she lay on the grass, unaware of the green blades tickling at her bare skin. She caught sight of Omalley kneeling by his bag, with what looked like a pokedex in his hand, but paid it no heed as her eyes slid shut, dropping her into sleeps welcoming embrace. She stirred a few times, her sleep addled mind catching fleeting glimpses of Omalley as he tended to his injured Pokemon by firelight, a rough shelter set up in the circle of warmth generated by the burning wood. Without the energy to move it wasn't long before she was fell back into her slumber, her drained body surrendering to exhaustions inescapable grip.

When she awoke in the morning she did so feeling refreshed, her previously aching body once again feeling warm and rested. Although still groggy she could already feel different, yesterdays despair having faded and been replaced with fresh determination. So what if Ash and Brock had failed, she had already escaped this guy once, all she had to do was find another opportunity. She sighed softly and her mouth twitched in a slight smile at this, her eyes flickering open slowly as she reached up to brush a few loose strands of hair from her face. As she did so she felt her arm slip from underneath something warm and realised for the first time that she had been moved. When she had fallen asleep she had been lying out on the grass, the itchy blades little comfort for her exhausted body, yet now she found herself wrapped up snugly in a warm blanket, her still naked form covered in its thick folds.

She also felt something across her waist as she moved and looked down her body to see an arm hanging limply over her side, holding her against somebody who lay pressed against her back. Gently, she managed to shift her body slowly until she could roll over, finding herself face to face with her captor. She froze for a second, holding her breath and expecting his eyes to flick open at any moment, that mocking smile spreading across his features as he introduced her to another day of captivity. Her hopes rose however when none of this happened. Instead she let out the breath she had been holding as she noticed the steady rise and fall of his chest, noting that he was sleeping quite deeply.

“This is perfect!” she thought to herself, “If I'm quiet, I can sneak out of here before he wakes, Brock and Ash cant be too far from here either... Perhaps I can catch up to them and get away from here!” With this plan in her head she began to gently lift Omalley's arm, deftly manoeuvring it off of her body and laying it gently to rest on the ground. Slowly she unwrapped the blanket from herself, shivering slightly as the cool morning air hit her exposed skin and got to her knee's, looking about for something to wear. It was at this point that she took proper note of where she had been moved to, finding herself in a rough shelter that he had obviously set up the following day. She knelt on a simple roll of bedding with a waterproof sheet held up above their heads by a frame of wooden sticks. The remains of a small fire smouldered just outside the entrance, the embers still glowing a dull red and trailing faint grey wisps of smoke that drifted away in the breeze. Her eyes came to rest on his bag, the same one he had been rooting around in last night, and she concluded that he must have something wearable inside of it.

Stepping carefully over his sleeping form she gently opened up the bag, noting idly how old and battered it looked, before peering inside of it. Reaching inside, she pulled out a spare shirt and held it up in font of her before shrugging and pulling it on quickly, anxious to cover her nude body. Looking back into the bag she pulled out his Pokedex, flicking it open without thinking. The device let out a clear chime as it powered up, causing her to jump and snap it shut once more, glancing around to check she hadn't woken him. Seeing that he lay still, she let out a breath she hadn't realised she had been holding. Gently she placed it back inside the bag, taking a moment to take a look at his personal belongings.

Silently she lifted out maps and books, thumbing briefly through them before dumping them back into the bag. A few items of food and medicine were also present, the mere thought sight of it enough to make Misty's stomach rumble in protest. Swiftly she tucked a small loaf of bread into the pockets of her borrowed shirt before closing the back and turning, heading towards the shelters entrance. She stood in the doorway for a moment, her heart pounding in anticipation as she peered around, searching for any movement in the deserted clearing. Nothing stirred, save for the gentle movements of the grass as the breeze drifted lazily though the tree line. As Misty was about to step out, she paused, an unexpected thought popping unbidden into her head. Glancing around once more she ducked back inside the shelter, her heartbeat ringing in her ears as she crept back towards her sleeping captor, determined to get one good look at him before she slipped away.

Carefully she lifted his ever present hat, revealing his full face as she set it aside. Sleeping, she was somewhat surprised to see that he could actually be considered rather handsome. His hair was messy, yet suited him perfectly, whilst the thin layer of stubble on his jawline helped to define his otherwise youthful face. Gingerly, she reached out and lifted the blanket covering him, looking down at fairly well muscled torso, at odds with his skinny appearance. Laying like this it seemed difficult to believe that this man could of done so much to her, he looked no different to any other guy, no tattoo's, no scars, absolutely nothing to show the kind of person he really was inside. Satisfied that she had at last gotten a goof view of him she turned and rose once more, stepping back into the cool morning air. Taking one last deep breath and glancing back over he shoulder she set off towards the tree line, hope and determination rising inside of her.

Approximately three seconds later she found her legs pulled out from under her, sending her tumbling head over heels to the ground. She had enough time to let out a scream before she felt the all too familiar sensation of vines slipping around her limbs, securing her tightly and hoisting her into the air where she was forced to struggle in vain against the vines unyielding grip. Cursing, she thrashed about, the fluid vines moving with her so as to rob her struggles of any force. Glancing down for the source of her attacker she found herself staring into the eyes of Omalley's Victreebell, the vines binding her extending out from underneath its leaf trap. She continued to fight and spit curses for several minutes, the sheer frustration of having her hope snatched away like this rising up inside her and pouring out in a torrent of words.

It was a few more minutes before Omalley emerged from his improvised shelter, fully clothed in a fresh shirt and with a broad smile visible from under the brim of his hat. “Misty, Misty, Misty... Where did a girl like you learn all those nasty words?” Slumping in her bonds at last the redhead contented herself with simply glaring at him, the anger in her eyes making it clear enough that she wasn't going to co-operate. “I have to say I'm impressed that you recovered your spirit so quickly, it makes it so much more fun for me to toy with you that way. I mean what do I really gain from teasing somebody who is already resigned to their fate?” Smiling at her, he motioned for Victreebell to lower her slightly, the Pokemon obliging as he reached forward into her pocket and removed the stolen bread. “I have to say I'm not so happy about you stealing my things though. Although I cant say I blame you, after all you must be quite hungry by now.” Carefully he tore a chunk of bread from the loaf and took a bite, watching the look pass over Misty's face as she watched him eat in front of her.

“Oh I'm so sorry, would you like some?” he asked mockingly, tearing another piece off and holding it out in front of her face, smiling as he watched her hunger battle against her stubborn streak. After a moment he began to withdraw his hand, opening his mouth to chastise Misty for rejecting such a generous gift but she cut across him “Wait!”. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she realised what she had said, his smirk doing nothing to assuage her shame. “Oh, you do want it?” he asked, holding the bread just out of her reach, taunting her. “Yes, please give me some food.” she answered, taking care to try and make her voice sound as humble and submissive as possible, after all there was little point in angering him further after her failed escape attempt. His smirk grew wider, his hand inching even closer to her lips, the redhead blushing fiercely at the idea of being hand fed by this man. Omalley on the other hand had other ideas, stopping the bread just centimetres from her soft lips, his smile growing wider still. “No, ask properly” he demanded, watching as Misty's face fell even further.

She paused for a moment, her stubbornness battling with her reason and her hunger. Eventually she dropped her gaze and asked in a quiet voice. “Please may I have some food... sir?”. Omalley simply smirked at this, finally bringing the bread close enough for her to eat, her cheeks burning in shame as she was forced to eat from his hand. Once she had finished he withdrew his hand and turned away, feeling her gaze burning into the back of his head. He waved his hand once over his shoulder and Victreebell lowered her to the ground, its long vines withdrawing from her until just one remained, looped around her neck like a leash.

Silently he walked back to the smouldering embers of the fire, adding fresh wood until the fire was once again crackling merrily. He gestured for Misty to sit as he stepped back inside his tent, emerging with a frying pan and a pack of bacon and beginning to cook more food for them both. The redhead spotted a curious red stone by the fire with several holes in its surface. Seeing no alternative but to sit with him she stepped forward, finding that her vine leash provided enough slack for her to reach it and sit down comfortably on the stones cool surface.

Within minutes the clearing was filled with the sound and smell of sizzling bacon, causing Misty's stomach to growl in protest yet again. Hearing this Omalley swiftly moved the pan from the fire, scooping a few slices onto a plate and making a sandwich, which he offered to a surprised Misty. The girl paused for about half a second before she took the offered plate and dug in, savouring her first proper food in what felt like years. Her captor just sat and smiled to himself at her lack of resistance, busying himself with preparing something for himself.

The pair sat in silence as they ate, Misty simply handing the plate back to him without a word when she had finished, glaring while he continued to eat at a leisurely pace. Finally he finished, setting aside his plate and flicking the rim of his hat up to get a proper look at Misty as she sat on the stone, the supple green vine looped around her neck holding her captive despite the relative freedom she now enjoyed. It still amazed him that a girl could look as good as she did after all she had been through, true enough her hair was tangled and dirty, her pale skin marked by odd scratches after her dash through the woods. Nevertheless her eyes still held their distinctive spark and she still held onto her pride, whatever remnants of it she still held onto. Her figure certainly hadn't suffered in any way either, her breasts and arse still both full and round, her slender hands moving swiftly to cover these areas as she noticed the direction of his gaze.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his eyes continuing to roam over her naked body, her hands doing little to protect her from his hungry stare. “I'm good, all things considered” she replied defiantly, a slight crimson shade tingeing her cheeks as she finally gave up and let her arms fall to her side, resigned to the fact that he would ogle her no matter what she did to try and avoid it. He smiled again at this answer and replied “Well that's not what I expected to here from you? Your good? So being naked, leashed and held captive in the middle of nowhere with me is good now? I guess I'm finally getting through to you.” Her cheeks flashed redder at this, the familar spark in her eyes flaring up as she shouted back at him in anger. “You aren't getting to me!

Suddenly she felt something pressing against her leg and glanced down in horror to see a strange yellow tentacle emerging from the rock she had sat on. Before she had a chance to move it wrapped itself around her ankle, a second identical tendril extending from a different hole to ensnare her other leg and keep her pinned to the stone. Panicking, Misty tried to rise, only to find herself pulled back down by a tug on her vine leash, leaving her helpless as the strange new tentacles rose further up her legs, pulling them apart and giving Omalley a perfect view of her delicate pink pussy. Blushing furiously she moved her hands to cover herself, only for a further pair of tentacles to reach out and grab her wrists, pulling them behind her back and holding them immobile as she struggled against this new threat.

Omalley watched silently as the tentacles spread up her legs and arms, keeping her legs spread and her arms cross behind her back, causing her to thrust her chest out and give him and even better view of her breasts. In next to no time she was completely immobile, the tentacles holding her limbs still, despite her desperate struggles, whilst Victreebell still kept a vine looped around her neck, forcing her to remember exactly who was in control. He could see the fear in her eyes at being exposed like this, certain of what would probably follow, but he could almost swear he saw a flicker of anticipation in there as well, as if her body yearned for pleasure once more, against her minds wishes.

The bound redhead was forced to watch as her captor rose once more and stalked towards her, feeling more helpless than ever before as she felt his eyes roaming over her exposed body. The position she was trapped in made it seem as though she was offering her body up to him, the very thought of which made her cheeks burn in shame. “You do look beautiful, all spread out like that.” she heard him say, closing her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at his smirking face. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his fingers brush over her exposed skin, tracing delicate lines over her. His touch causing shivers to rush down her spine. Gently he ran his hands over her breasts, gently squeezing the soft orbs in his hands and causing her to moan softly despite herself. She felt him shift behind her, his hands continuing to play with her chest as he leant in close and whispered in her ear. “I know you enjoy this Misty. Whatever you might say I can see that deep down your body desires it, and in time you will too.” The girl let out a soft whimper as his fingers brushed against her erect nipples, his touch sending tiny shocks through her system as he began to pinch and play with the hard buds.

Slowly he leant in close and planted a kiss on her neck, his touch sending another tingling feeling surging through her body as he gently sucked on her pale skin. Ever so slowly he kissed his way up and down her neck, the feeling causing Misty to turn her head, exposing her pale skin for him as his hands continued to gently tug at her sensitive nipples. Already she could feel a slight wetness between her legs, the sparks of arousal spreading despite her minds protests. Without thinking she tilted her head back, eyes closed and gave a long sensuous moan as he continued his assault on her senses. She was completely unprepared when he suddenly abandoned her, stepping away and smiling as her moan quickly turned into a whine of disappointment before she was able to stop herself.

“Enjoying that?” he asked, stepping back and folding his arms as she glared at him, her gaze a mixture of both lust and anger. She opened her mouth to reply but her captor cut across her before she cut utter a comeback, “Well there is little point asking is there, I can already see how wet you are.” Her cheeks flushed red yet again at his words, fresh shame welling up inside of her as he continued. “Don't worry though, that was just a warm-up, the next bit is where the real fun starts for you.” Before she could question this Victreebell gave a sharp tug on her leash, causing her to gasp in surprise as he lifted his leaf and sprayed a fine golden dust at her face. The bound redhead was powerless to resists this cloud of spores, inhaling them as she struggled for breath against her tight collar, her shallow gasps forcing her to breathe in more and more of them until the leash finally slackened.

She began to feel the spores effects almost instantly, the increasingly familiar tingle spreading across her body as her nerves were heightened, greatly enhancing every one of her senses. The breeze drifting across the clearing caressed her skin like a lover, her hard nipples feeling as they were being licked and played with from just the fleeting touch of the wind. The earlier feelings of arousal she had felt as Omalley played with her were increased tenfold, the inescapable tentacles that held her sliding softly over her skin and adding a new layer of feelings to her already overwhelmed mind. Silently she both dreaded and relished the thought of Omalley coming back to her, using his hands and mouth to bring her to the peak of ecstasy and giving her body the sensations it so clearly desired, however he simply stood and smiled at the girl as the spores caused a dense fog of pleasure to settle over the girls mind, leaving little room for thoughts unrelated to her rising feelings of lust.

Suddenly she felt a jolt of pure pleasure between her legs and looked down in time to see a fresh tentacle emerging from a hole in the stone beneath her. This tendril reached up and gently brushed over her wet pussy lips, brushing back and forth and sending fresh feelings of pleasure dancing through the girls lust filled body. Soft moans spilled from her lips as she tried to shift her hips to greet this new intruder, the movement doing little more than to cause the tentacles binding her to slip over her skin and add further sensations to the mix. She didn't even notice as Victreebell finally removed its final vine, sensing that the spores had done their work and the girl was too far gone to make any attempt at escape now. Instead two fresh vines snaked out, circling around each of Misty's breasts and squeezing them, the tips of the vines rubbing against her engorged nipples. Misty moaned louder at this, her voice filled with lust as the vines did their wicked work, the tentacle between her legs finally kicking it up a gear and abandoning its teasing motion in favour of a more direct approach and slipping easily inside of the girl, eliciting a short scream of pleasure as it filled her completely.

Misty found herself trapped in a never ending cycle of pleasure, the feelings coursing all throughout her body causing her to moan and buck her hips, which in turn simply added to the pleasure that was slowly consuming her as she neared the peak of her orgasm. The thick tentacle inside of her moved of its own accord, thrusting deep inside of her and reaching her most sensitive spots as the rest of her body was assaulted by the mix of vines and tentacles that held her captive, the feeling of helplessness they gave adding to the physical pleasure. In the back of her mind Misty was dimply aware that she shouldn't be enjoying this, that Omalley was watching and that she shouldn't give him this kind of satisfaction, but the spores she had inhaled meant that her body was in control, the ever growing spiral of lust and pleasure rising until finally she reached the very top and came tumbling down, screaming in pleasure as she came, her entire world seeming to shrink for a second down to just the feelings surging through her before reality came flooding back and she was forced to pant for breath, the vines and tentacles giving her no chance to rest as they continued to molest the helpless redhead.

Omalley watched as Misty came, his eyes roaming over her perfect body as she thrashed in her bonds, her body completely consumed by the her heightened sense of lust. It seemed he had been right in his decision to switch Pokemon the previous night as Misty now found herself enjoying the attentions of his Shuckle, the curious Pokemon's tentacles roaming over her body and keeping her shackled to its stony shell as it brought her towards another orgasm. He noted that she certainly seemed to enjoy being helpless, in particular being restrained or tied made her much more susceptible to the feelings he could offer her, something to note and use in later training. He had no problems with this fact either, if anything the thought of tying Misty was even more enticing than having her obey him. Setting aside these thoughts for later Omalley leaned back and concentrated once more on the beautiful girl as she was ravaged in front of his very eyes, her moans rising in pitch and intensity as she came once more, heedless of his gaze.

Neither of them were aware of another pair of eyes watching them from the undergrowth, fixed on the spectacle taking place in the clearing. A young woman, clad in the a simple black skirt and a plain top was crouched in the undergrowth, her brown eyes fixed on the pair as one hand strayed between her legs. Her breathing was heavy, her cheeks flushed red with arousal as she took in the scene in front of her, her hand slipping under the waistband of her shorts and playing with her delicate folds as she masturbated to this unexpected sight. Her free hand moved up under her top, gently kneading the soft flesh of her breasts, soft moans building at the back of her throat as she played with herself, sending fluttering pulses of pleasure through her body whilst she imagined what it might be like to take the girls place and feel the sensations she was experiencing.

She was so caught up in what she was doing that she never noticed the thick green vines snaking their way along the ground behind her and was completely unprepared when they suddenly struck, rising and looping themselves tightly around her before she could react. She screamed out loud, the sound carrying across the clearing and causing Omalley to rise swiftly, leaving Misty in the centre as her fucking continued. The girl managed to turn her head far enough to catch a glimpse of a second Victreebell, identical to the one in the clearing as it looped yet more vines around her to hold her tightly. The position she was bound in gave her very little room to manoeuvre and so she was forced to simply lie there, her earlier arousal replaced by very real fear as the man she had been watching stepped calmly through the trees and stood over her, looking down at her with a critical eye and casually asking himself “Well well well, what do we have here?”
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