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Misty's Capture	By : Omalley99 Category: Pokemon > General Views: 34491 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Wake up slave...”

“Wake up...” The voice seemed to come from all around her, echoing around the pitch black shadows that surrounded her. “Whose there?” she whispered, her voice faint as her mind tried to reclaim control of her body. The only reply she got were whispers, voices layering over each other, each one speaking the same name in hushed, reverent tones, Hathor... She could feel the now familiar feeling of post-orgasmic bliss and knew she must have cum once again, though she couldn't remember the actual act. She remembered the door opening, the hands pulling her inside, wrapping her in a shadowy shroud and trapping her in a golden sarcophagus. Then she recalled looking out through the eye-holes and seeing that other girl and her Lickitung, with Master watching her, favouring her with his attention...

“Master, why am I calling him that again?” she thought to herself, her mind still cloudy as she tried to remember what had happened.

“Why wouldn't you call him that? You are a slave, he is your Master.” The voice made her jump, seemingly coming from every direction at once, disorienting the redhead as she tried to locate the source of the words.

“I'm not a slave!” she called out, her voice wavering slightly, eyes darting around her, trying to pierce the gloom that surrounded her. She could feel a tiny flutter of panic in her chest as the darkness closed in all around her. Taking a breath she closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. After all, Master wouldn't do anything dangerous to her, this is just another one of his tricks. The thought calmed her for a moment, a deep sigh escaping her before she swore, loudly and crudely as she realised what she had called him again.

“My my, you do have a mouth on you...” spoke the voice, the soft, feminine tones drifting around the redhead, silencing her instantly. “Master was right, you do have spirit.” Misty, still unable to locate the voices source, answered angrily, her voice ringing around the inside of the sarcophagus. “I told you, he's no master of mine! I'm a prisoner here, and you can tell your master that nothing he does is going to make me feel differently!” The darkness swirled gently around her as the voice replied again. “Brave words... but is your heart really behind them?” She felt a ghostly touch drift across her midriff, as shadowy fingers dragged themselves across her pale skin. “Your sure you feel that way? You seem awfully jealous of the girl out their, just look, you can see them, Master staring down at her, watching her reactions, see how she moans and writhes? Just imagine what she must be feeling, that could be you... no that should be you..”

Misty felt an irrational stab of anger at the mention of the other girl, jealous thoughts rising unbidden to the forefront of her mind. The other girl who had appeared so suddenly, yet seemed to be relishing everything that master... that Omalley threw at her. The girl who was out there right now, writhing in ecstasy whilst Misty was trapped helplessly in her golden prison, reduced to a mute observer as she watched her masters eyes roaming the other girls nude body. Despite her protests she knew that the voice was right, deep down she wanted to be that girl, to just let go and accept everything that master was offering her.

“What's stopping you?” asked the voice as Misty continued to glare at the girl through the twin eye holes. “Just let go of it all, that past life, is it worth it? You have nothing to show for it after-all, your sisters use you, your friends aren't strong enough to protect you, you clearly have no problem leaving your gym and home behind, why do you persist in holding on to these things?” Misty didn't reply, staring silently out at her captor and the other girl, her mind filled with a complex tangle of emotions, memories and desires.

“Why indeed?” she whispered softly to herself. She could be that girl, revelling in Omalley's attention, living a life of excitement and passion. Who knows where he might take her, what he might do to her. She could give in, leave her old life behind, her responsibilities, her burdens, old painful memories. Instead she could become her masters plaything, his slave and his lover, living to serve his every desire. She no longer found the idea repulsive, in fact she felt something resembling a need, a powerful, scratching desire, bordering on a craving to have this man do wicked, wonderful things to her body. What would she lose? Ash and Brock had failed her already, crushing her hopes, her sisters simply used her, heaping responsibilities on her with no consideration for her feelings or desires. The gym was never meant to be hers anyway, it was simply thrust upon her through her siblings selfish natures. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed to make more sense, her desire to give in to him growing with each passing second, and yet...

“Let me out” she said, her voice quiet but firm. Silence hung heavy in the air around her as Hathor was taken aback by Misty sudden demand. “Let me out” the girl repeated again, her voice louder this time, fists clenched at her sides. Seeing this, Hathor reached out, her consciousness brushing against Omalley's, connecting the two for a moment. “Master, she wishes to be released...” Omalley blinked rapidly for a moment as he adjusted to the unexpected psychic contact before he replied, “Let her out then” he answered simply, turning to face the golden sarcophagus, admiring once again the image of Misty adorned in the jewels of a queen. “She has yet to submit though, my Nasty Plot did not finish her, she is close though, so very close. Let me have her for a few more hours, the torments I could put her through, she would beg for you after I am done.” Omalley took one last look at Misty's image before he turned away, “Release her” he commanded, “I know what you could do... but I want her to surrender of her own free will.”

Misty felt a slight change in the darkness surrounding her, the shadowy wisps drawing back over her body as a crack appeared in the blackness ahead of her. It widened quickly, the shadows moving away from the light, causing Misty to shiver as they caressed her sensitive body in their passing. After a moment the crack had become an opening wide enough for her to pass through, allowing the redhead to step out onto the soft grass again as the shadowy hands finally relinquished their grip upon her body, withdrawing eerily back into the sarcophagus as its lid closed once more with a heavy, ominous thud.

She walked forwards silently, her face impassive as she moved to stand besides Omalley. They stood side by side, staring down at the other girl, neither one making any move to acknowledge the other. “So?” Omalley asked at last, not taking his eyes off Emily as she writhed on the ground in pleasure.

“Who is she?” asked the redhead, her voice hard, somewhere between anger and sadness.

“Emily. A local trainer, she found us, got caught and asked to take part. She thinks you're completely willing by the way. Are you going to ruin that little illusion of hers?”

“I want to talk to her.”

“Very well then, I shall give you a moment.” With that Omalley drew several Pokeball's from his jacket, the Pokemon around them dissolving in flashes of red light as they were drawn inside.

Emily lay flat on her back, her chest heaving as she basked in a cloud of post-orgasmic bliss. She looked about her, wondering why her new master had stopped the delicious feelings that her Lickitung had given her and noticed Misty for the first time. Watching from the tree line Emily hadn't been able to get too good a look at the girl but up close she saw she was truly beautiful, despite the small bruises and scratches that adorned her body. Her hair, though damp and knotted was a fiery red, offset by her cool, cerulean blue eyes. Emily dragged her gaze down, over the girls flawless figure and pale skin, her feeling of attraction growing the more she saw.

After a moment she pushed herself up onto her elbows, pausing to allow her muscles to loosen up again before rising onto her unsteady feet and turning to face the couple who had been watching her. “That was amazing!” she exclaimed breathlessly, turning her gaze to Omalley who simply nodded silently in response.

“Who are you?” asked Misty, cutting in before Emily could say any more.

“Oh, well I'm Emily.” she replied, slightly taken aback my Misty's abrupt tone. “I'm a trainer and er... well I stumbled across you and you boyfriend here. What I saw made me feel so...” she paused for a moment, searching for the right words. “Well I'm sure you know for yourself see as your so into this.”

“I think I do.” muttered Misty, just loud enough for Omalley to hear, her words bringing a small smile to his face.

“I saw you with that Victreebell earlier, it must have been so intense the way you were being treated, I could hear your moans from within the tree line!” Emily continued enthusiastically, completely unaware that Misty had even spoken, so caught up in her fantasy was she.

“Why are you here?” Misty asked, cutting in again before the other girl could ramble on. This time there was no mistaking the hostility in her voice and Emily paused before replying, wondering what was the matter with the redhead. “Perhaps she's jealous?” she thought to herself, noting the look in Misty's beautiful eyes. It wasn't quite hatred, but there was certainly anger and frustration as well as the unmistakable hint of jealously. “So she feels left out?” Emily wondered silently. “Well I've never done this before and I asked your boyfriend if I could take part and... experience some of the things you do. That isn't a problem is it? He said it would be fine!”

Misty said nothing, simply folding her arms across her chest and staring, her gaze causing Emily to shift uncomfortably where she stood. Omalley could see the way this was going, the tensing of the muscles in Misty's body and the look she had in her eyes meant she was probably on the verge of assaulting the other girl, not a pleasant experience as he knew so well. He glanced sideways at the redhead, noting the way she stood, the slight trembling in her arms that she was trying to hide by folding them. She was putting on a show of confidence, but behind it he could see she had just about given in. She was just afraid to admit it out loud, to finally submit to him and experience everything he could offer her. A smile spread slowly over his face as he took all this in, stepping forwards between the two girls. If she wasn't ready to take the proverbial plunge, then he might just have to give her a shove.

“Now that your both acquainted, I have a challenge for the pair of you.” The two girls switched their gaze to him as he spoke, drawing Misty's attention from Emily before anything unfortunate could happen. “I have a... test for the pair of you, a competition if you like. Bend over.” The two girls looked bemused for a moment at the abrupt command before Emily did as he asked, turning and bending over to reveal her rear to him. Misty took a split second longer, glaring at Emily before copying her and adopting the same position. Omalley paused for a moment, admiring the two spectacular rears in front of him. “Now here's my idea” he said as he reached out and slowly ran a hand over the soft curve of Emily's arse. “I'm going to spank the two of you and I'm not going to stop until one of you gives in, your going to stay in that position until you can take no more and whoever remains standing the longest... well lets just say that they've proved their devotion and will be rewarded fittingly.” Without warning he brought his hand down hard on Emily's arse, squeezing the soft flesh gently before his other hand came down on Misty's rear, prompting a short gasp from the redhead.

He moved from girl to girl, alternating between spanking and squeezing their arses, running his hands gently over the soft cheeks before delivering another stinging slap, watching the warm red glow spread over their pale flesh. From time to time one of them would cry out or gasp, though in pain or pleasure he could not tell. For the most part they endured it in silence, their eyes fixed on the ground below them as he worked into a rhythm, beating a steady tattoo onto their flesh.

Omalley stopped abruptly after a long while, lowering his arm and stepping back without a word. His hand went instead to his jacket, reaching instead for a pokeball and releasing it to reveal Tangrowth. He signalled for the grass Pokemon to move behind the girls as they glanced at each other, they gazed stubbornly at each other, neither one willing to give in, no matter what Omalley threw at them. “This is perfect.” he thought to himself as he moved around to stand in front of them, crouching down so that he was level with them. “Misty can't bring herself to admit it outright, but she wants this, alone it would take months to get her to admit this... but the other girl... If you can say one thing about Misty she's stubborn, and there’s no chance she will let a girl like this beat her. That girl just wants my attention, but Misty... She wants to submit, without giving up her pride. Paradoxical, but then love often is.” He cast off these thoughts as Tangrowth uncurled a host of tentacles, the green vines reaching out to hover over the red marks left by his own hands. He remained silent as the girls looked up at him, both pairs of eyes filled with a mixture of determination and longing as the first vines whipped down with a crack like a bullwhip, causing Emily to lurch forward, losing her composure for a moment. Moments later Misty received the same, a pair of vines slashing across each cheek, and eliciting a cry from the redhead, though her cerulean eyes moved from his own. No vines reached out to support and envelop them as they had expected, forcing them to keep their posture by themselves as the vines whipped out again and again, each blow more stinging and painful than the last.

Watching their faces Omalley could see Emily was getting the worst of it by far. She bit her lip as each blow came, her eyes now fixed back on the floor as she tried to maintain her concentration, the pleasure she had received earlier had given way to pain now as the vines lashed at her now sensitive flesh, her hands slipping from her knees every time a particularly painful blow was struck. Misty on the other hand seemed to be revelling in it. Everything that had happened to her after that fateful night when Omalley had kidnapped her, every act she had been forced into, every humiliating exercise and scenario he had put her through had served to teach her that there can be pleasure in every act, no matter how bad it may seem at first. Although the first few strikes had stung her terribly she had swiftly moved into the hazy-half aware state where pleasure and pain mingled together into one wonderful feeling that coursed through her body, pulsing as each vine whipped down to lick at her rear. Her eyes, though half closed were still focused on him, her entire attention focused on how he wanted her to stay upright, to beat this other girl and to finally show him what it was she wanted, to be with him, to live like this, to experience all those feelings he had promised her. No other girl was going to take that from her now that she had made her decision, and all she had to do was stay on her feet for as long as he commanded her.

Inevitably, it was Emily who fell to her knees the first, her legs finally giving way as she fell to ground, her breath coming in huge gasps as she reached for her sensitive arse. “No! No I'm not done yet! I can take more!” she cried as she tried to rise again, her legs buckling as she sank back into the grass. Silence fell once more as Tangrowth retracted his vines, staring mutely at the girl as she lay on the ground, nursing her sore butt and silently berating herself for giving in. Misty seemed to snap out of her half-state when the vines stopped, straightening up once more and glancing at the other girl with what might have been a smirk on her face. “Emily” Omalley said quietly, his voice low and calm. “You lost.”

“I know, I'm sorry sir, I'll do better I promise.” she whimpered as she moved onto her knees, her hands still massaging her tender rear.

“I never specified what happened to the loser you know.” She gasped as vines shot forwards once more, encircling her body, looping around her arms and legs, binding them tightly together as she was lifted slightly, the vines carrying her just in front of Omalley. He could see a smile flicker across her face again as the tentacles roamed over her, binding her ever tighter with each passing second.

“Whatever it is, if it keeps moving in this direction it doesn’t sound like much of a punishment.” she joked, the pain she had felt just moments ago replaced by fresh feelings of arousal.

“We shall see.” was the simple reply as Omalley rose to his feet once again and switched his attention to Misty, extending an arm as he gestured towards the now helpless brunette.

“Your prize”

The smile on Emily's face dropped just a fraction at those words, remembering the redheads attitude towards her earlier. Misty too looked surprised as she looked up at Omalley, then down to the girl, her gaze questioning. “Bend over again.” he commanded, smiling as the once fierce redhead obeyed almost instantly, much to his delight. “Emily, you're going to pleasure Misty, for however long she wishes. You couldn't outlast her when it came to punishment, I wonder who will give in first to pleasure?”

Emily felt the vines lifting her again, pulling her back so that she knelt behind the former gym leader, her face just inches from the girls moist pussy lips. She hesitated for a moment as the scent of Misty's arousal filled her nostrils, reigniting her feelings of arousal as she tentatively extended her tongue and ran it slowly over the girls pussy. The taste surprised her, not unpleasant, but not quite what she had expected, being subtly different from her own juices, which she had tasted on occasion. Her pace increased slowly as she gained confidence, listening to the gentle moans spilling from Misty's lips as she worked. One of Tangrowth's thicker vines squirmed its way between her legs, rubbing back and forth in time with her, prompting her to improve her technique further, spurred on by the feelings spreading from her own wet pussy. Her enthusiasm made up for her lack of experience and she was soon moaning into Misty's pussy herself, licking and sucking madly as Tangrowth pumped a vine deep inside of her, others circling her breasts and squeezing them as delicate tendrils reached out to pull at her nipples. The first orgasm hit her suddenly, almost without warning, causing her to bury her face in-between Misty's arse cheeks as she screamed in pleasure. The tentacles eased off the moment she ceased her licking, the sudden lack of stimulus sending her straight back to work as she licked and sucked on the girls delicate folds. Her earlier reluctance gone, Emily settled into a rhythm, her tongue diving in and out, flicking over Misty's clit as the vines continued to work their magic upon her, her awareness shrinking until eventually all she could think of were the vines that tormented her body and the pussy in front of her that begged her attention. After all there was nothing she wouldn't do to please master.

Misty moaned wantonly as the warm tongue wormed its way into her sex, lapping up the juices streaming down her legs and over the other girls face. She was aware of Omalley crouching before her, one hand stroking her cheek as he gazed into her eyes, his feelings of longing plainly written across his face. She felt a sudden surge of sympathy for him, this man who had taken her and shown her all of this, against her will maybe, but all because of his desire to have her, just her. He had devoted years of his life solely to trying to find her and bring her to him, so he could show her his world and how he felt for her. She could hear him speaking to her in low, comforting tones as the beginnings of an orgasm rose up inside of her, the feelings from her pussy gaining strength with every passing second, bringing her closer and closer to the edge “Misty, I know you want this, I know you want to give in, I know you cant admit it, but if you didn't want all this you wouldn't have even tried to outlast Emily. You understand how I feel about you, what I'll do for you and the things I can show you.” He paused for a moment, reaching out to touch her face gently, brushing his fingers across her cheeks as he leaned closer and whispered.“If you want it, cum for me now.”

And as their lips met, she did.
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