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Misty's Capture	By : Omalley99 Category: Pokemon > General Views: 34491 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: In no way do I claim to own Pokemon or any of the characters within, I make no money from this work, it is simply for others enjoyment.

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So here is chapter 11, featuring the new girl Emily, on behalf of lix lorn. This chapter has more character development as Misty begins to take the last few steps towards slavery and also plenty of sex to keep you all happy, well I will try anyway. Enjoy guys.

Daveb: As you'll see in this chapter Misty still has a little way to go before he takes her, her transformation isn't quite complete yet. Omalley refuses to take her whilst she is unwilling so I'm afraid we have to wait a couple more chapters before that happens, it's definitely getting closer though and I fully intend to make it as hot as possible. As for the girl, I'm afraid shes only a temporary character, so no harems, yuri scenes though... oh I think we could get some of those next chapter... In fact you've just given me an idea...

The girl squealed into her makeshift gag as the man stepped through the leaves in front of her, the thick vine muffling the sound so that only a faint whimper escaped. The vines around her tightened in response, pressing hard against her skin and holding her still as she tried to struggle again, her efforts thwarted by the vines powerful grip on her. Realising how futile this was she ceased her struggles, closing her eyes and doing her best to relax into her bindings, her breathing slowing slightly as she tried to compose herself. When she opened her eyes again the man was stood over her, arms folded across his chest as he stared down at her prone form, a smile flickering across his face as he watched her. They stared at each other for a long moment before he spoke, his voice patronising “You know spying works a lot better if you don't get caught.” She stared mutely back at him, her mind racing as she tried to gauge his reaction to her. He seemed supremely confident, and there was no question that he was in control here, she could always try to fight or scream, but she seriously doubted that she could escape Victreebell's grip, and in any case angering him really wasn't what she wanted.

“Who are you with?” he asked suddenly, his smile disappearing instantly as he interrupted her thinking. “Police? Gym League? Journalist? Researcher? Rangers? Why are you out here?” He waited for a second before smiling again, the harsh demeanour that was present a second ago fading away instantaneously as he joked “Oh right, the vines!” He nodded briefly to his Pokemon and seconds later the vine that was gagging her withdrew, trailing a little saliva, and giving her a chance to swallow and catch her breath properly as he continued. “Well you sure don't look like the type for the police force, or the rest of them for that matter. Certainly not a ranger or you would never have been caught by my Pokemon here.” The vines constricted around her once more at his words, reminding her of just who was in control. “Most of them wouldn't be sitting in the bushes masturbating while a girl gets molested now would they?” His smile spread wider at this as he indicated her crotch, her hand still trapped there and covered in her own juices. “A trainer!” she blurted out, her cheeks burning as he stared at her body, her arousal obvious despite her predicament. “I... I'm a trainer, from Viridian.”

“Is that so?” he asked, fixing his gaze on her eyes once more, watching for any sign that she might be lying. “And so what brings you out here?” he continued, keeping his tone light and conversational. “I saw a fire and heard Pokemon cry's, I wondered if there were some wild Pokemon around, or maybe some strong trainers so I came to look... and when I got here I saw... her... and what was happening to her... and I couldn't help myself. I just had to...” she turned away as she said this, her face burning a bright red as the humiliation grew too much for her. “Well that certainly is interesting...” he replied, stroking his chin slightly as he considered what on earth he was meant to do with this girl who had stumbled across them. “Look, what's you name?” he asked, as much to buy time more than any real interest in what to call her. “Emily” she replied, shifting slightly in her bonds to try and alleviate the pressure they put on her. The movement simply acted as a reason for Victreebell to constrict her tighter, one vine pressing her own hand deeper into her crotch and causing her to gasp at the sudden feeling of pleasure that shot through her.

Omalley crouched down to her level, his hat covering his face in shadow as he stared at her, watching her writhe gently in her bindings as Victreebell caressed her body slowly. “Ok girl...” He began his voice low and serious once more. “My name is Emily” the trainer managed, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she felt vines creeping further around her body. “Ok, girl!” he repeated, “I can drop you off outside this forest, wipe your memory, send you away so you wont screw things up for me. On the other hand I can let you go, and trust your word that you wont say anything about me or my companion here.” He gestured back to the clearing where Misty's lust filled moans could still be heard, the sound filtering even through the dense undergrowth to reach them. He let these two options hang in the air, allowing her mind to work through what each one would mean for the pair of them before he continued. “So now, I'm going to need to see which one of those you'd prefer, and then we can work on getting rid of you so I can return to my happy little world here.”

“I want to stay” she replied suddenly, her voice filled with a desperate need that caught him off guard. “You what?” he asked, eyes narrowing as he watched her. “I... I cant help it, when I saw you... god you have no idea what it did to me.” Her hand, still pinned between her legs by the tight vines began to move as she spoke, fingers sliding in and out of her wet slit as her voice broke off for a second, moans forcing their way past her lips. “Please... please I beg you, let me stay, let me feel what its like to be like her. I need it.”

Omalley stared silently at her as she writhed on the ground, the vines digging into her skin to keep her still. “Come with me” he said suddenly, turning away and striding back into the clearing. Behind him Emily felt herself being lifted into the air, her heart suddenly beating faster again in anticipation as she was carried through the treeline and out onto the wide open grass. Ahead of her she could see the redheaded girl, still trapped over that strange stone she had seen when she first arrived. By now she was sweating profusely, her damp hair sticking to her pale skin as she moaned and ground herself against the rock wantonly. Omalley waved a hand as he got closer and immediately the vines that had been teasing Misty stopped and unwound themselves, retracting back beneath the second Victreebell's leafy maw. Bereft of their support the exhausted girl fell forwards, the tentacles protruding from the stone retreating too and allowing her to collapse into Omalley's arms, her chest heaving as her lust crazed mind found itself without stimulation.

Silently, he carefully laid her on the ground, sliding his bag underneath her head as a cushion and giving her a moment to recover. As this was happening Emily felt herself being turned upright and was set back onto the ground, the vines loosening the grip and retreating until just one remained, looped about her neck like a collar and leash. The symbolism alone gave her a rush of pleasure. She swallowed a few times, feeling a slight ache in her jaw after her gagging and took advantage of her relative freedom adjusting her clothes, pulling her top back down over her breasts and sorting out her skirt. Her panties were already soaked so she simply left them as they were, her pussy tingling in anticipation of what might be about to come, perhaps he would tie her up, blindfold her, force her to do anything he wanted. The thoughts drifted about in her head, fantasies growing and evolving as her imagination ran wild. She felt herself growing even wetter just from these thoughts and moved a hand under the hem of her skirt again, fingers brushing over the sodden fabric of her panties.

“What Pokemon do you have?” Omalley asked suddenly, causing her to snatch her hand away in surprise and focus her attention back onto him. He knelt next to the redhead, who seemed calmer now, her eyes closed as her chest rose and fell slowly. He was staring at her, utterly transfixed and didn't even deign to glance up at Emily as he spoke to her. “Well? You said your a trainer, what Pokemon do you have with you?”

“Er, I only have a few, I left most of them back in the PC system in the last town I stopped in. All I have on me now are a Lickitung and a Galvantula.”

“Perfect, where are your pokeballs?”

“In my bag, its back out where you found me.” Omalley nodded at the Victreebell that had been poised behind Misty, continuing to speak as it moved off in search of her bag.

“I'm not keeping you...” he began, disappointment and fear flashing across her face as she heard those words. “However,” he continued “What I mean is I'm not keeping you permanently. If this is what you want, if you swear to do everything and anything I ask of you, then I will give you what you want for one full day, nothing more.”

She wasted no time thinking about it, nodding her head and blurting out “Yes, yes please yes. I swear it, anything you ask, anything you desire.” This was exactly what she wanted, she would get to feel it, to understand the same feelings that redhead felt, bound, helpless and feeling red hot, uncontrollable waves of pleasure as this man did as he pleased with her body. The very thought made her knee's grow weak again and she felt her makeshift collar dig into her throat, forcing her to bring her body back under control as he continued.

“Very well.” He said, looking up from the girl at last and turning to face her as Victreebell returned, her bag held in a long green vine. Taking it he spoke quietly to the Pokemon and she watched as its form shimmered slightly, flowing like molten wax and collapsing in on itself until a small pink blob stood in its place. “A ditto...” she muttered softly, understanding now why the two Victreebell she had seen were identical. “Yes, my Shift here is very useful.” he said, reaching inside and plucking one of her pokeballs from her bag. “Transform has so very many possibilities, I mean we can do this...” At his words the ditto altered its form again, so that she was looking at the hulking form of a tyranitar, the dust around their feet beginning to swirl as if agitated by its very presence. “Or this...” he continued as Ditto copied his own form, the pair of them standing side by side, utterly indistinguishable. “Or maybe this...” They both spoke together, an evil smile spreading across both faces as Ditto transformed once more, its hair growing, binding itself up into a long ponytail as its eyes turned a deep hazel. Within seconds Emily found herself staring at a mirror image of herself.

She was transfixed by the sight of herself, standing there as Omalley began to circle her clone, casting an appraising eye over her body. “Well you certainly have a nice figure...” He said, his tone polite and conversational once again. He reached out with one hand to lift the hem of her skirt but stopped short as she shouted “Wait!” to him. “Please... please, do it to me instead.” Omalley smirked and nodded to Ditto who morphed back into its original form. “Very well then.” Slowly he stepped closer to her, eyes roaming over her body as she stood stock still, her heart beating faster as he circled her, examining every inch of her. “Strip” he commanded as he stepped back in front of her, his voice stern and commanding. Slowly she reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head to reveal her luscious breasts and lacy bra. She felt the collar loosen for a moment, retreating to allow her to pull the shirt over her head before it tightened once more, bringing with it a delicious feeling of helplessness as she dug her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt.

Slowly she pulled it down, bending over to get it over her feet and giving him a fantastic view of her cleavage. She kicked off her shoes at the same time and discarded her socks so that she stood before him in just her underwear, her nipples already visible through the lacy fabric of her bra. Silently he nodded for her to continue, watching as she reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to reveal her soft, round breasts. For a moment her hands paused, as if unwilling to remove the last item of clothing that separated her from total nakedness but she forced herself to continue, whispering “this is what I want” as she slipped the now soaked panties down her legs and discarded them with the rest of her clothes.

She straightened up, nude save for the vine that was looped about her neck, a constant reminder of why she was doing this. She felt her cheeks reddening as he stared at her, casting an appreciative eye over her. She could feel the arousal inside her growing, her pussy lips puffy and swollen, yearning for a touch. At this rate she knew it would take very little for her to climax, her body ready and willing for anything. Gently he reached out and took a nipple in each hand, rolling it softly between his fingers. She gasped at his touch, clasping her hands behind her back and closing her eyes as she felt her tender buds being manipulated by his skilled fingers. Gently he tugged on them, pinching and squeezing them, each action stirring the feelings inside her and causing her to gasp as she tilted her head back, loosing herself in the feelings emanating from her chest.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked as he toyed with her, moving his hands to encompass the whole of her breast, slowly kneading the soft flesh. “Yes...” she gasped, her voice low, filled with longing. Abruptly he stopped, withdrawing his hands and eliciting a disappointed groan from his new slave. “Shuckle!” he called, prompting the strange stone Misty had been trapped on to extend its tentacles once more, shuffling across the ground with an odd, unbalanced gait until it rested at its masters side. Gently he reached down and slipped a hand underneath the pokemons stone shell, lifting it so that he girl could see clearly what he was doing. Without a word he reached out and placed the stone against her chest, the cold rock causing her to flinch slightly. Slowly, the yellow tentacles extended, tentatively feeling their way across her warm skin. She looked as they extended outwards, feeling them slide across her skin like snakes, the sensation sending shivers down her spine as they reached out. One by one they wound themselves about her limbs, securing themselves to her body so that Omalley could let go.

“My Shuckle has never shown anybody its face.” He said, watching as the tentacles slowly wound themselves tighter around her limbs, gently but inexorably forcing her arms to fold behind her back. “He keeps himself hidden in his shell, however his tentacles are unusually long, I suspect he's old, to have grown this large and probably hides himself out of self preservation. Whatever the case, he's a part of my team and he's very good at what he does.” As he spoke a fifth tentacles emerged, sliding from another hole like a snake from its den, worming its way down between her legs and sliding along her slit. Instinctively she tried to shut her legs but the other tentacles her them open, rendering her immobile. Her feeling of helplessness returned, even stronger than before as she tested her new restraints, struggling against Shuckles inescapable grasp.

The more she tried to escape the hotter she became, her arousal growing as she strained, the tentacles thwarting her every attempt at movement. She imagined what Misty must have felt like earlier, held down by these same tentacles as her body was ravaged. The thought filled her head, images of the redhead's torment flooding her conscious mind. Between her legs the tentacles probed again, delicately pressing against her wet folds, sliding back and forth as it worked its way over her sensitive lips. Slowly it forced its way inside of her, her inner walls squeezing it tightly as it began to slide back and forth, easily slipping along her lubed passageway. She moaned out loud, her whole body consumed by utter pleasure as she drank it all in. She was nude, bound and being fucked by a Pokemon whilst a man she barely knew watched her and she was loving every second of it. Nothing she had ever done had felt this good before, she had had boyfriends in the past, and naturally had played around with toys on her own, but there was nothing she had ever experienced that compared to this.

Her breath came in short gasps, as she tilted her head back, closing her eyes and letting the sensations consume her, shutting out everything but the feelings coursing through her. Omalley simply watched as she gave in to her carnal desire, silently recalling Victreebell, although the girl didn't even notice the absence of her collar, so far gone was she. He looked down for a second at the pokeball in his hand, containing one of her own Pokemon. “Well it would only be fitting...” he thought to himself. “Shuckle, stop.”

She could feel herself rapidly approaching an orgasm, teetering on the edge of that huge, uncontrollable wave of pleasure that was sure to come. She felt it rising up inside of her, impossible to resist and then... it stopped. She moaned in frustration, trying her best to break free of her bonds, to bring her fingers between her legs and stroke herself to climax, but she found her struggles thwarted by the tentacles once again. Frustrated she opened her eyes, searching for the reason her pleasure had been denied.

Omalley stood, holding one of her pokeball's in his hand, looking her in the eye. Silently he released the ball, the two halves separating in a flash of light to reveal a pink skinned Pokemon, about half the height of Omalley with white patterns on its body and an abnormally long tongue hanging out of its mouth. It looked about, blinking in confusion at the unfamiliar surroundings and the strange trainer holding its ball before it noticed Emily, nude and at the mercy of this man. For a second it looked ready to attack before Emily spoke, calling softly to it. “Hey now Lickitung, it's alright, I asked for this, I'm in no danger.” The sound of its trainers voice comforted the Lickitung somewhat, though it was still obviously confused by the circumstances it found itself in.

“Lickitung,” said Omalley, in a voice that brook no argument. “Your trainer asked for this, she wants everything I can give her, but that means you will have to do as I say.” The Pokemon looked between Omalley and its trainer, still unsure what to do. “Shuckle, take her down.” Omalley and Lickitung watched as Shuckle forced the girl onto her back, pinning her arms above her head and spreading her legs wide, giving them a perfect view of her pink pussy lips. “Lickitung, lick her out.”

The pokemon looked up in surprise, shifting its gaze to Emily as she lay there exposed in front of them. She managed to look up and nod to her Pokemon, whispering “It's ok, do it.” Uncertainly the pink Pokemon shuffled forwards until it stood between her spread legs, looking down at her wet pussy and tentatively reaching out with its long, slippery tongue to touch the delicate folds.

She gasped at the new sensation as the long tongue dragged its way up her sensitive lips. “My god...” she managed before the tongue stroked back the other way, causing her to trail off into a series of unintelligible moans. Lickitung began to lick faster, enjoying the taste of its trainers pussy. The long tongue snaked over her wet pussy, down over the curve of her arse and then back up in long, smooth motions. The tongue moved along her legs, then up her body, tasting her, teasing her most sensitive spots with its tip. Her breasts were paid particular attention, the nipples standing upright as Lickitung teased them, enjoying its trainers reactions. Emily was helpless, unable to do anything but lie there and let her own Pokemon take advantage of her body. She was already so close to cumming that it took very little to push her over the edge, the feelings flooding over her and causing her to scream out loud in pleasure as Lickitung continued to tease her, leaving her no time to recover as the next orgasm hit, leaving her trapped in a continuous cycle of cumming. She had no idea how much she could take or how long it would be before Lickitung might stop or she might pass out, but she held onto one thought as yet another orgasm exploded deep inside of her. This was exactly what she wanted.

Behind them Misty finally stirred, forcing her eyes open and sitting up. Her body felt sore and sensitive, she knew that the remnants of Victreebells spores were still floating around in her system, heightening her senses, though thankfully it was nothing like she had endured previously. Noticing her stirring Omalley turned away from the spectacle in front of him and crouched beside her, reaching out a hand to help her up. Misty managed to make it to a standing position, pointedly ignoring his outstretched hand and stopped dead when she saw the new girl, her dark hair bound up in a long ponytail being pinned to the ground, a Lickitung working between her legs as the same Shuckle she had been a victim of earlier held her immobile and unable to resist.

“Oh my god, you took somebody else too?” she felt nothing but horror at the thought of another girl having to go through this ordeal, though at the same time a tiny part of her rankled against the idea, the same part that took a perverse kind of pleasure in being the sole subject of her captors desires. “She asked for this actually” replied Omalley, standing besides her and watching calmly as Lickitung got into it, obviously finding Emily's taste to his liking. “No way, she... volunteered, you didn't trick her? Brainwash her? You sick freak she cant have wanted this.” Omalley chuckled at her protests, gesturing to the girl as she moaned out loud. “Ye of little faith. I promise you she asked for it, you know some people genuinely enjoy this, as I'm sure you will in time. After all, its not so long since you were in a similar position, and your reaction was no different to hers.”

Misty blushed red at this, a spark of her old stubborn character flashing through again as she argued back “I was drugged, and taken against my will. And its a biological fact that a body will respond in certain ways if stimulated correctly, I don't enjoy this... Besides you seem to have your hands full with her now, Looks like I've been replaced.”She spat the last few words out slightly harder than she intended, causing Omalley to turn and face her, locking eyes and giving her a meaningful look. “Are you sure you don't enjoy this? True enough, bodies respond when stimulated, but it's what goes on in the mind that dictates whether or not something is truly pleasurable.” He paused a moment, seeing the flicker of doubt cross her face, that tiny chink in her armour that he knew would eventually grow, shattering her confidence and making her so much more susceptible to him. “Oh and don't worry I have plenty planned for you, however, you sounded a mite jealous just then, I wouldn't want to make you think this detracts from you.”

“I am not jealous!” she shouted, staring at Omalley and trying to suppress the very feelings she was denying. It was no good, a tiny part of her, the tiny little corner or her that had found pleasure and enjoyment in her capture was now filled with jealousy, fear over the fact that she might be replaced and resentment over his willingness to simply take another girl. Hadn't he professed to love her and only her? She tried in vain to quash these feelings, aware that her thoughts must be showing plainly on her face, unwilling to give Omalley any further advantage.

She was startled from her thoughts by a sudden flash behind her as Omalley suddenly released a pokeball he had been hiding in his pocket. The Pokemon that appeared was one that Misty had never seen before, but the smug look on her captors face told her it could be nothing good for her. The Pokemon stood slightly taller than her, its body made of what appeared to be solid gold, inlaid with diamonds and other precious materials. It was styled like an Egyptian sarcophagus, complete with the design of a sleeping woman carved into the front. Misty could only stare as the front of the sarcophagus swung open, revealing a pitch black interior, strands of shadow reaching out from inside like grasping hands. “My Cofagirus.” Omalley stated simply, amused by Misty's fascinated expression. “Not native to Kanto I know, so this is probably your first time seeing one. I did say I had plans for you though...” at these words the wispy strands of shadow suddenly coalesced into a hand which reached out and grabbed Misty's wrist. She cried out at the sudden touch, the incorporeal hand slowly pulling her towards the open door of the sarcophagus. She pulled against it, trying in vain to loosen its grip but her spare hand simply passed through the arm as though it wasn't there. A second hand burst from the shadows as she grew closer, grabbing her other arm and pulling her even harder as yet more hands reached out to ensnare her and drag her inside. Omalley watched as she was slowly pulled in, trying in vain to fight, spitting curses and abuse all the while. He loved that part of her especially, her stubborn refusal to give in, no matter what. It made his goal a lot harder, but at the same time far more enjoyable.

As he pondered this Misty was pulled completely within the Sarcophagus, the shadows swirling around her like a shroud as the arms spun her so she faced outwards. Her arms were crossed over her chest, in the traditional death pose of the Egyptian pharaohs as the door slowly began to slide shut, trapping her inside. She felt fear rising up inside her as it inched closed, watching as the daylight was shut off by the heavy cover as it finally slammed shut with an awful sense of finality. She was trapped inside, her arms folded across her chest and in pitch blackness, but on the other hand there didn't seem to be anything particularly bad about this, there were no devices in here to tease or torment her, none of the usual threats she was learning to expect from her master. “Captor!” she thought to herself, “Captor not master” It was a careless mistake, but it rattled her. As she stood there in the darkness, alone with her thoughts there was one fact that weighed down on her. That part of her, the one that enjoyed her captivity, her enslavement... It was growing.

Omalley stared for a moment as Cofagirus finally closed, sealing Misty inside. Despite himself he felt a pang of fear for her, his own claustrophobia causing him to remember the dark, airless cave where he had first found the Pokemon. Shivering slightly at the unpleasant memory he watched and waited for the next step to begin, oblivious to Emily's cries behind him.

Without warning the front of the sarcophagus began to glow, black light pouring from the design set into its front. The gold began to compress, as if shrinking, shaping itself to the body interred within. Misty could feel it closing in around her, its shape changing to match her own., moulding itself to her body. From the outside Omalley watched as the design of the woman's body matched itself to Misty's own, the gold revealing every detail of Misty's body as if it had been painted on to her. Two eye holes opened up, matched perfectly to her own and allowing her to see outside, giving her a view of Omalley as he stood in front of her, watching as the sarcophagus finally finished its transformation. It was now fitted to her, as if made with her in mind. The jewels set into the front now formed an elegant necklace, silver bands creating bracelets around her wrists. The overall impression was stunning, it was as if she truly was an ancient queen, preserved in her sarcophagus, trapped, mute and helpless.

“You look beautiful” Omalley muttered, reaching out to softly stroke her golden breast. It was cold and hard to the touch, unyielding in his hand and he withdrew it again, transfixed by the sight of the girl he loved, dressed as a goddess. On the inside she felt his touch as a sudden burst of pleasure, as if his touch was conducted through the metal and amplified a thousand fold. Moaning into the shadows surrounding her she watched as he moved to her side, content to watch Emily as Lickitung ran his tongue over her body. She watched the girl's reactions, taking in the sounds she made, her moans, the look on her face as Lickitung ran his tongue over her breasts, its prehensile surface manoeuvring to taste every inch of her. Why would she ask for this? Why does she want this? Why did she have to come here? Why isn't that me? She stopped herself, feelings of jealousy surging up again. She couldn't help it though, everything Omalley had done was with the intention of her capture and enslavement, why would he just take another girl? Wasn't she meant to be the one he cared for? She had noticed, when Lady Cloud and Cheryl had been around, that he refused any sexual acts. Hadn't that been for her? Was this girl going to get him instead? As she argued with herself, trying to understand her feelings she became aware of ghostly hands moving around her in the shadows, growing and becoming more solid the more her jealousy grew. The thoughts grew and grew as she stood immobile in her prison, her feelings mixing together until she wasn't even sure what she wanted any more. If she was this worked up over it, did it mean that she wanted to be his slave, to be taken and used at his behest? To be brought to orgasm for his own satisfaction, to be tied and bound and restrained and teased in ways unimaginable to her. Suddenly it didn't seem so bad.

She felt no surprise when one of the hands pressed itself against her soft skin, its touch sending tiny shivers of pleasure through her body. Gradually more and more hands began to touch her, rubbing all over her body. Their touch was soft and gentle, fingers tracing delicate lines over her skin, working together to stimulate her body. Her mind welcomed their touch, revelling in the sensations they brought as they worked their way over her body, teasing every part of her at once. Every single nerve in her body was stimulated by their touch, causing the familiar feelings to flood through her body once again as they worked over her, slowly starting to build her up to an orgasm. This was the kind of reward she could gain by obeying her Master, he could take her to new heights of pleasure, show her things she never dreamed of. The more she thought of this the more pleasure she received, her submission being rewarded by yet more stimulation. She stared out as the hands teased her, watching the other girl as she too neared an orgasm, her breath coming in short gasps as her Pokemon's long tongue lapped at her pussy, the sight simply adding to her feelings of arousal as they rapidly approached their peak. She could feel it building up inside of her, the hands pinching, stroking and caressing her body, everywhere from her arse to her legs, her arms to her breasts. She was panting now, her entire body burning with the sensations flooding through her. Just as she was about to cum she heard a voice, feminine, teasing and ethereal floating around her. “Cum you little slave.”

And she did.
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