Adult-FanFiction.org : Anime

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.

Chapter List
- 12
- 13
So I put this up on Fanfiction.net months ago an forgot to do the same here for some reason....
Been a long time.
The reason It's taken so long? Well I've graduated from University, which took a lot of my time (Dissertations are a bitch). Then right after that my laptop died, as in the hard-drive just fragmented inside the machine. Had to pay a lot of money to get just a fraction of my files off the remnants, which fortunately included my writing folder, but I haven't bought a replacement yet, 5 months on (This is written from a borrowed laptop). Added onto that I work full time now, 9 until 6, so finding time to write can be... tricky when you combine that with the need to borrow a computer to do anything. Also, Pokémon Y has demanded my attention for a ridiculous amount of my time, as I hope it has done to you all as well. Speaking of which, I love the game, absolutely hands down think it's the best purely in terms of gameplay and design, but I cant help but feel disappointed that the number of new pokemon was so small, and not a singe one jumps out at me as being suitable for my kind of fics. (Maybe like... the goomy line, semi-liquid bondage/restraint, but wouldn't that just be like my grimer already?) In comparison, when I first saw Cofagirus in gen 5, I had the flash of inspiration and wrote it in, just not getting that this gen :( (but the game is still near perfect).
The other reason my writing attention has been divided, someone may have casually asked me to write a pokemon novel-length story. I may have possibly agreed to do so, and I might have written 24,000 words of that instead. On the plus side, I love it, and I haven't even reached the end of the first act yet. Im not sure whether to upload it on here, but if anyone wants a copy, they need only ask. (Dark, gritty team rocket takeover story, much death. Highly recommended thus far).
So it looks like I might be able to keep this going for a few more chapters, as ever the storyline just keeps changing as I write it. I Never imagined it would ever get this far. Hell I never imagined so many people would take the time to read this, I'm currently sitting on over 214,000 views for Misty's Capture alone, and I really do consider my writing ability limited at best, I never studied it, I'm just using my intuition, so I really do have to say a huge thank you to the people who still read and praise this, it honestly means a hell of a lot. That number is just inconceivable to me, I remember being happy when I first hit 20 views. Its just... mind blowing really.
Oh, and I tried to make Omalley slightly more cruel again, this time round, felt he was getting too soft. Don't know how well it worked though, if you have any specific feedback on the ending I'd love to hear it (It may even require a re-write in my opinion).
So there we go, excuses and one sided dialogue out of the way, please enjoy people.

The orgasm was quite possibly the longest and most powerful she had yet experienced, wracking her body with powerful, uncontrollable spasm's. Her perception of the world dimmed, her mind overwhelmed by the stimuli forcing themselves upon her, rational thought ceasing as she revelled in the moment, letting it ride over her. She thrust her hips back, rubbing her soaked pussy over Emily's cum soaked face, grinding the girls lips and tongue against her delicate folds. The feeling was made all the more satisfying by the fact that for once, it was Misty in control, taking advantage of the other helpless girl in the same way that her Master had done to her, rocking her hips with no regard for the other girls comfort.
Even that physical pleasure though took a back seat to what was happening in front of her. Omalley's hand rested gently on her cheek, softly stroking the pale skin as they kissed. His kisses were soft and caring, almost loving, yet they still transmitted the full force of his lust and arousal to her, mirroring the feelings she felt within herself at that moment. Their tongues danced with each other as they explored each other's mouths. Misty moaned, trying to press forward and keep her lips pressed to his as long as she could, her conflicting emotions burning away in the face of this overriding passion. Her moans turned into a whine of frustration as he withdrew, somewhat reluctantly, their mouths only inches apart. The look in his eyes was a mix of joy and triumph, a smile crossing his face as he whispered something, her mind straining just to register the words.
"Now your mine"
Those three words sent a fresh shiver of excitement through her, causing her to grind harder against Emily. It felt as though a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders, all the expectations placed on her, all the moral issues and pressures sliding away in one blissful moment as she finally caved in and admitted everything. The enjoyment, the freedom and the sheer erotic excitement of her recent experiences. All those things she had tried to suppress, to hide away and to bury deep within herself, they all came rushing to the fore in her new-found sense of release. Her legs were quaking as she struggled to hold herself up, doing her best to prolong the moment before, inevitably, she collapsed on the ground in a heap.
The vines entwined about Emily's body continued their exploration of her body as she felt herself pulled into a new position alongside the redhead. Her job done, she was forced to kneel before Omalley with her legs spread and chest heaving, her face still covered in Misty's gleaming juices.
"Master, did I do well?" she panted, her gaze fixated on the rather obvious bulge in her masters trousers, fervently hoping that he would disrobe and fuck her right there.
"Very well, I'm sure Misty was pleased with your efforts." Was his reply, his normally level voice coloured with a slight twinge of smugness? "She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself at any rate." Emily smiled at the praise and licked her lips, savouring the taste of Misty's juices and deciding that she rather enjoyed the taste of another girl. "Don't think you're done yet though, you lost that little contest and I haven't said anything about the games ending just yet." He watched her eyes light up at the prospect of more, noting the way her eyes travelled downwards again. "Oh no, nothing like that. Not from me at least." A flash of confusion passed over her face, mixed with disappointment as her little fantasy of hot sweaty sex with him was crushed. Omalley smiled to himself as he noticed this, if only the poor girl knew what he was going to do with her.
"Misty, come here please." The redhead roes slowly, her body still shuddering from her exertions. Regaining her balance she crossed over to stand beside her captor, no longer bothering to even attempt to conceal herself. The look on her face thrilled Omalley in ways he had never imagined, a mix of lust and undeniable enjoyment. It was clear she desired more, despite her exhaustion and his heart soared as he noticed the way she looked over him. Gone was the hatred and anger, now all he saw was a need for more, a craving. He snuck a hand into his jacket, a brief flash of light presaging the re-appearance of his now rested Grimer, its reflective surface glinting in the fading sun. Omalley gave no clue to the pair as to what would happen next, simply nodding to his Pokemon and waving a hand in Misty's direction.
Emily watched, entranced as the slick black substance spread up Misty's legs, silently wondering how it felt to have the liquid clinging to tightly to your skin. A low moan that slipped between Misty's lips told her everything she needed to know about how it felt, a tiny flicker of jealousy flaring up inside of her. "This girl gets all the good stuff..."
Misty relished the strange sensation as Grimer climbed its way up her toned legs. Before she had been an unwilling participant, but now... now she could fully understand the attraction to the types of outfit she had seen online a few times. The latex was cool against her skin, though she could already feel it warming to her body temperature as it spread further up her. The way it hugged her body sent a shiver through her as she felt it conforming to her curves, a glistening second skin spreading up and over her hips and arse. Surprisingly she felt it stop at her waist line, forming a perfect seal around her hips. Looking down she saw the liquid covering her legs retracting too, leaving her pale skin exposed once again. Eventually the liquid settled, its finally appearance resembling a pair of skin-tight hot pants, similar to those she had seen on a girl named May once, one of Ash's "friends" he had made in another region.
She had expected the thought of Ash and her old friends to haunt her or to trouble her. Perhaps even to ruin her newly found sense of freedom. The fact that she felt almost nothing surprised her, but wasn't particularly distressing. She had no doubt that she was high on hormones, her body and mind running far too fast for her to be thinking straight, but she knew this was more than just a physical thing. She could no longer deny that she liked this, and for now that would be enough. Plus, when Omalley had kissed her... The memory alone sent a rush of pleasure through her, her cheeks somehow flushing even redder than before. She liked this, no, part of her loved this. She still felt like herself, just more aware of her sexuality, her appetites and her desires. Omalley had a Hypno, if he wanted a mindless, obedient sex slave he could easily have brainwashed her with no effort, wiped away her memories and personality in seconds. Instead he had taken her and shown her all this. There were certainly worse ways she could enjoy this new life than serving him, in fact she knew she would love it, to hell with Ash and the others.
Her thoughts were pushed aside as she felt further movement from the latex shorts around her waist, a familiar feeling of a thick shaft extending upwards, nudging against her wet passage. She relaxed her muscles and sighed in pleasure as she felt it worm its way inside, filling her up fully before solidifying once again, a series of ridges and bumps spreading across its surface to provide her with the maximum pleasure possible. Side-tracked by her private invasion, she nearly missed the second change that was occurring in the crotch region as a similar shape appeared on the outside, jutting obscenely from her crotch. She reached down to touch it, her fingers gently reaching out to grasp the shaft. Yet more moans slid past her lips as she felt her grip reflected on the shaft penetrating her, a mirror feeling passing between the two dildo's as if they were one and the same. She let go swiftly, suddenly aware of Omalley watching her with a smile on his face, that look might have driven her mad once before, yet now she felt her heart race. His smile grew wider, obviously noticing his reaction and she saw a genuine sense of happiness on his face. Omalley nodded his head towards the restrained girl in front of them both, her gaze focussed on the dildo only inches from her face.
"I told you, it wouldn't be from me." Omalley stepped back, leaving the two girls alone with Tangrowth in the clearings centre. "Misty, you can do what you like with her, she is your prize after all." The look of excitement that crossed both girls' faces made it clear they both knew exactly what they'd be doing.
Misty stepped forwards, bringing her unusual strap-on up to the same level as Emily's open lips. She paused for a moment, holding back just out of reach of the other girl, taking a moment to look her over once again. Emily was attractive, she couldn't deny that, and clearly shared Omalley's love of bondage. She was eager too, already she could see how the girl pulled against her bonds, a look of desire in her eyes as she stared up at Misty's new toy. It was strange to be on the other side of this though, part of her wanted to be in Emily's place, with the vines writhing around her helpless form, holding her down as her master took his pleasure from her body. Then again, there would be plenty of time for that in the future, and the opportunity to be the dominant partner appealed to Misty's competitive nature. Feeling that this was too good a chance to miss she tentatively moved her hips forward a little, allowing the very tip of the dildo to brush up against Emily's lips.
Feeling the shiny black cock pressing against her lips, Emily pulled harder against the vines, though Tangrowth pulled back just as hard as she struggled. Her resistance was faked really, more to reinforce the sense of powerlessness than out of any real desire to escape her bonds, the pleasure she gained from being made helpless far outweighing any discomfort from the vines. She opened her mouth eagerly to accept the offered dildo, sealing her lips tightly around its black surface. She kept her eyes open, looking upwards at Misty's face, watching for the inevitable look of lust that she knew would soon take over the redhead. Her tongue flicked out, caressing the tip in the same way she liked done to her clit, hoping for a similar result for Misty. If the sounds Misty made were anything to go for then she was doing the right thing, the dirty moans spilling from the redheads mouth spurring her on. Misty thrust her hips forward more, allowing more of the shaft to slide forward between Emily's soft lips.
Misty could feel the shaft inside of her pulsing in time with Emily's movements, sending ripples of pleasure radiating outwards through her body. Her hands slid over her own soft skin, pausing a moment to tweak at her nipples, flicking the hard buds and sending further shivers racing through her. Working her way further down, she slid them into Emily's hair, winding her fingers in between the dark silken strands. Taking a firm grip, she began to thrust her hips forward, watching the rubber dildo slipping in and out of the other girls mouth and revelling in the sensations as they were passed on to her, manifesting themselves as growths and ripples along the phallus that was filling her. She could feel Emily's tongue working along the underside of the shaft as her lips slid back and forth, covering the shaft in her saliva. The wet, warm interior of the girls mouth was incredible, the new sensations rocking Misty's body like nothing she had experienced before. Her legs, already weak from her earlier exertions soon began to feel weak again, the new sensations almost too much to bear.
A warm arm slipped around her midriff, holding her up and she wasted no time in closing her eyes and relaxing back into Omalley's grasp. He held her there, his hands roaming up and down, pinching and caressing whilst Emily continued to bob up and down on the fake cock. Her moans, though muffled, joined Misty's in a sweet chorus as Omalley and Emily continued to pleasure Misty, their actions pushing the girl closer and closer to the edge.
Misty motioned for them to stop abruptly, pulling her hands out of Emily's hair and using them to hold the girl steady for a moment. Omalley withdrew his arm slowly, watching Misty warily, lest there be something wrong with his new slave. "I don't want to orgasm like this, not like this." She gasped, prompting a look of shocked panic to cross Omalley's face. He was so sure he had corrupted her! Desperately, he searched for something to say, some way to convince her to give in once more.
"Misty, you know how good it's going to feel, you've already experienced the pleasure it can bring you. Why stop now? Emily is more than willing, just look at her." He motioned to the girl, still locked in her kneeling position. Her hair was messy from where Misty had grasped at it, her entire body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Emily nodded her head enthusiastically, eager to make Misty orgasm so she could have the favour returned.
Misty simply shook her head, forcing her breathing into a steady rhythm as she smiled breathlessly at her master. "That's not what I meant, I said I don't want to cum like this." She paused, moving back from the tightly bound girl and stepping around to her side instead. "I want to fuck her, that's how I want to cum." Omalley's heart skipped a beat when he heard those words, one of his deepest desires unfolding right in front of him. A wide smile spread across his face as his panic faded away to be replaced with fresh feelings of desire for this woman. Smiling once again, he granted her snapping his fingers, prompting Tangrowth to move Emily into a better position.
The vines hauled her up off the ground and held her in the air, additional tendrils reaching up and slipping around her frame to better support her weight. Emily was flipped so that her back was to the ground, her back bent slightly at the waist so that she wasn't stuck staring at the sky and could instead look up at Misty whilst she fucked her. Her legs were spread wide, leaving her wet sex exposed as Misty stepped forwards, a wicked smile on her face as she guided her black toy between the girl's legs, pressing it lightly against her eager opening.
Misty was completely into her role now, her voice taking on a seductive air. "Emily, you want this right?" she purred, reaching down to tease the girls wet folds with her fingers, brushing lightly against the outer lips and drawing a desperate moan from the other girl.
"Yes, yes Misty please. Give it to me, stick it in and fuck me." She wiggled her hips to illustrate her point, a look of pure want crossing over her face as Misty continued to tease her mercilessly.
Misty paused for a moment, bringing her fingers to her lips and gently licking each digit clean. She took her time, savouring every second as she tasted the other girl, finding herself enjoying this more than she had expected. At first she had just wanted to fuck the girl, both to pleasure herself and to take out some of her petty jealousy on the girl. Now though, she found the urge to tease the girl some more to be almost irresistible.
"Oh you do want it then? Hmm, but now I think about it, do you even deserve it? I mean you lost to me, why should you get to orgasm?" Emily thrashed around in her bonds, a look of desperate want in her eyes. "Please, please I'll do anything. I need it, anything you want. I'll do it, just please stick it in me." A look of mock thought passed over Misty's face as she looked down at the girl, crossing her arms and pressing a finger against her chin as if considering the girls words.
"Anything? Oh, well then maybe I don't want this hole, perhaps I want to fuck a different one." The girl stiffened as Misty gently pressed a finger against her tight rosebud, watching the girl reaction to having her most private place invaded. The red head laughed and withdrew her finger after a second, prompting Emily to relax into her bonds again, a look of relief spreading over her face for a moment. "Maybe I'll get to that later, but right now I know what I want."
Both girls gasped as Misty entered her bound captive suddenly, the redheads teasing demeanour falling away instantly as she thrust straight into the girl. Emily was still wet and eager, her body easily allowing the shaft deep inside her until both girls hips met with a wet slap. Misty held still for a moment, adjusting to the new feelings that were racing through her, the internal shaft mirroring everything that Emily felt deep inside her. The dark haired girl showed no such restraint, thrashing and moaning in her bondage, doing her best to grind her hips up against Misty's and gain more stimulation. She could already feel that she was close, the vines, the scenario and the constant teasing she had endured ensuring that she was already teetering on the edge of orgasm even before Misty had thrust within her.
Her every desperate motion was transferred along the living shaft that connected them, sending yet more feelings rippling through Misty sending her week at the knees again. Marshalling her self-control she moved her slender hands up, grasping the girl's delicate waist and holding her steady until Emily brought herself under control. The two girls locked eyes as Misty began to rock her hips back and forth, keeping her smouldering gaze squarely on Emily's, exerting her control and dominance over the girl. She started slowly, sliding back and forth an inch at a time as she set her pace and did her best to tease Emily further, all the while relishing the feeling of power she felt. The look on Emily's face turned to one of disappointment as she felt Misty withdrawing, the thick shaft slipping easily out of her until only the tip remained. She opened her mouth to plead with Misty, thinking the girl was going to deny and tease her further, but the words morphed into a scream of pleasure as Misty thrust back inside of her, slamming the entire length into Emily's sensitive pussy.
She realised quickly that the teasing was over as Misty thrust into her again and again, setting a steady rhythm and moaning in time with each thrust. The sultry and seductive look she had worn since donning the strapon faded away in the face of this pleasure, replaced by one of sheer animalistic lust as their hips came together again and again. Misty was unrelenting, pounding into the dark haired girl over and over, feeling her shudder beneath her grip as an orgasm ripped through her without warning. This did nothing to slow Misty as she continued to fuck the helpless girl, her screams of pleasure combining with the tightening of her pussy to bring Misty close to the edge herself. Feeling the familiar sensations building in her loins the redhead used her hands to pull the bound girl back to meet her thrusts, watching as her breasts jiggled and bounce in time with every violent motion. She plunged the dick into the girl one more time, feeling her orgasm racing through her as she shuddered to a halt, wrapping her arms around Emily's waist as she collapsed forwards to rest against the girl, completely overcome by the incredible sensations inundating her senses.
Emily moaned as she felt Misty cum, still riding high on her own orgasm which had only been prolonged by Misty's constant fucking. Her whole body was like one big mass of sensation, hot and sweaty and still restrained in Tangrowth's iron grip. She was exhausted, but had never felt so complete. To be controlled like that, to be used, fucked and abused by another, this was what she had been fantasising about for years. The boyfriends she had shared this with had never fulfilled her needs like this, never shared her passion for bondage and submission in the same way Misty and Omalley just had. She felt complete, utterly at home with these two relative strangers and completely aware of her sexual nature, truly this had been the best experience of her life.
She gasped again as she felt Misty withdrawing from her sensitive hole, the absence of the thick shaft leaving her feeling curiously empty and needing more. The redhead stepped back, running a hand through her sweaty hair and opening her mouth in a low moan as her strapon dissolved, returning to a shimmering black liquid that flowed down her legs and left her naked once again. She settled down on the grass alongside the now reformed Grimer, closing her eyes for a moment as her body climbed down from the huge peak it had been riding.
The vines encircling her body began to loosen as she saw Omalley walk closer, his attention fixed on his red haired slave. Another flash of jealousy crossed her mind as Tangrowth slowly lowered her to the ground, his vines withdrawing and finally allowing her to move freely for the first time in what felt like hours. Rubbing her aching limbs to restore the circulation Emily looked up at her approaching master, deciding that now was the right time to show him that she could compete with Misty. Tired and sensitive as she was, Emily managed to force herself into a kneeling position as Omalley stopped in front of her, his hands clasped behind his back. "How was that master?" she asked breathlessly, her heart still beating hard in her chest. "Did I perform well?"
"You performed just fine Emily, better than I had imagined in fact. I never expected her to accept that kind of role so easily, but I really don't think I could have pushed her that far without you?" Emily was slightly confused at his words, but this was swiftly obscured by her annoyance at his fixation on Misty. So they were partners or something, why allow her to participate if Misty was going to receive all the attention from their master? Pushing this thought aside she decided to take a chance, doing her best to put on a husky, seductive voice for him.
"Thank you sir, it's a pleasure to serve, I wonder though… might master be needing any attention. I'm still ready for more, if my master commands it." She reached down between her thighs, her fingers spreading her wet lips as she gazed up at her master's face, presenting her most intimate spot to him.
The reaction she got was not one she had expected.
"No, I think we're done here."
The words stunned her, instantly dispelling the happiness and satisfaction she had felt only moments earlier. Her mind raced as he brought his hands from behind his back, dumping her bag, clothes and pokeball's alongside her in the grass as he smirked.
"What do you mean done? I thought… I thought we were…Have… have I done something wrong?" she stammered as Omalley smiled coldly at her, reaching into his jacket to produce a Pokémon of his own, which was revealed to be Hypno a moment later.
"No, you did everything perfectly. It's like I already said, you've exceeded my expectations, I honestly thought I would require you for much longer than I did."
"If anything that's your problem, you pushed all of Misty's buttons, accelerating all of the feelings I've slowly been trying to instil in her. You honestly believed we were a couple didn't you? I'm afraid I have news for you, I kidnapped her, and I've been pursuing her for years, watching and learning and wanting. Recently I finally did it, I took her away from the fools who have been holding her back, stopping her from expressing her true desires. Some might say I've corrupted her, but I'd say I've opened her eyes. She's mine now, thanks to you. It's because of you that she gave into her desires. You helped me in Misty's capture." She listened in stunned silence, her euphoria shattering as she realised just how she had been used to manipulate the girl, and how she in turn had been manipulated.
Hypno spun his pendant at a nod from his trainer and the world around them seemed to dim, then distort. The trees and grass lengthening and stretching before snapping sharply back into focus but in different positions as Hypno teleported them from the clearing to a different location, along with all of her possessions. "I've brought you out into the outskirts of the forest, far from my camp. I'm leaving you here. You have all your possessions, but I will be taking one thing from you." She closed her eyes and whimpered as Hypno came forward and placed a hand against her sweaty brow as the pendant began to swing back and forth again.
"Please…" she whispered, trying hard to keep a sob from escaping as a sense of despair and regret well up inside of her. "Don't leave me, take me with you… I just wanted to be with you, to experience what she did…" Her words trailed away as consciousness left her, her mind sinking into a deep darkness at Hypno's command. He kept his hand pressed against her as he picked his way through the girl's recent memories, collecting them and prying them free from her mind. When she woke, she would remember nothing.
His job done, Hypno withdrew his hand and returned to his masters side, preparing to teleport him back to the clearing where Misty rested and waited for him. As the world began to distort around them Hypno glanced from the girls slumbering form to his Masters face, searching for some hint of remorse or sorrow at what he had done. Finding none Hypno felt his features splitting into a creepy smile, that remorseless side of his trainer had always appealed to him, and with all of Omalley's pokemon. He was glad to see his trainer hadn't softened too much now that he had acquired his prize.
But then again what had he expected, his trainer always had a sadistic side.
As Emily knew all too well.
- 12
- 13
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Misty's Capture