Misty's Capture

He waited five minutes for the golden dust to fully settle, the sun slowly retreating behind the treetops, before he made his next move. "Tangrowth, grab her now, ignore the others and be gentle with her." Tangrowth nodded silently and raised its arms and several long tentacle like vines extended, snaking their way along the ground towards her body. Silently they snaked their way around her body, winding themselves around her arms and legs, one looping her waist. Gently they lifted her limp body and pulled it back through the tree line until she hung upright in front of the man, her arms and legs spread wide, her head hanging against her chest. Smiling he examined her body, taking in her long toned legs, her smooth belly and her soft, round tits. Walking around her he stopped and squeezed her round arse, enjoying how soft the flesh felt. He reached up and ran his hands through her long red hair, feeling how soft and silky it was. Back in front of her he gently reached forwards and lifted her chin, gazing at her beautiful face. He could smell the faint scent of perfume coming from her and his eyes fixed on her wet lips, a faint trace of golden dust resting on them. They were slightly parted as if inviting him in and he had to physically stop himself from kissing her right then and there, lest the dust effect him too.
Instead he began to remove her clothes, his hands roaming over her body. First of all her shoes and socks were removed before he tore her top from her, throwing the remains onto the ground and revealing her lacy blue bra. Smiling he pulled off her belt, with the pokeball's attached and dropped it by the shredded top. He then ripped her shorts, to reveal a matching pair of panties covering her pussy. He stood for a moment and admired her beautiful body, clad in her skimpy underwear and enjoying the way it accentuated the curves of her body perfectly. Finally he reached around her body and unclipped her bra, letting it fall to the floor and watching her round tits bounce free, the nipples already beginning to harden in the cool air. Her panties soon followed, revealing a patch of red hair, which framed her sweet little mound perfectly. Gently he ran his hand over it, teasing the sensitive folds and causing Misty to give a quiet moan and struggle weakly in her bonds, Tangrowth's vines gripping her tighter in reply.
"I wonder what it is your dreaming… Ah but wait, I can control that too." He murmured, reaching to his belt and grabbing another pokeball and dropping it to the ground. The blinding flash of light that followed resolved itself into a Hypno which sat cross legged on the ground, swinging its pendulum. It looked up at its master as if enquiring what its job was and the man said "Id like you to use Nightmare on this beautiful young lady here, you can use your imagination but you know what I want her dreaming of, understood?" The pokemon nodded slowly before rising to its feet and stretching out a hand to rest on Misty's forehead. Using its other hand it raised the pendulum and swung it back and forth between them, its eyes glowing a soft blue colour. After a few seconds Misty began to struggle again, pulling against the vines that held her spread eagled in the air. Hypno removed its hand from her head and stepped back, sitting again and keeping the pendulum swinging, its eyes never leaving Misty. The man watched this with a smile on his face, thinking about how cruel Hypno could be when he used his imagination. And wondering what was going on inside that beautiful redheads mind.
Misty blinked. Darkness, nothing there. She blinked again, her mind slowly coming to. Her head felt light and fuzzy, her thoughts were hard to gather. She felt cold and realized with a start that her body was naked. Still blind she immediately covered herself and curled up, trying to figure out what was happening. The last thing she remembered was watching the setting sun and that beautiful golden dust on the air before falling into a deep sleep and waking here, wherever here was. Carefully she reached out around herself and discovered that she must be lying down on a flat surface, with nothing else around her. Blind, she carefully rose up onto her feet, trying hard to keep her balance in this pitch black. Without warning a bright light shone down around her, illuminating her and about a meter around her. The light stunned Misty, blinding her further and she blinked furiously to try and clear her eyes. Looking down at herself she could see that she was indeed naked, but noticed strangely that her nipples were hard and she felt a slight dampness between her legs which she knew didn't have anything to do with the cold.
Suddenly more lights flashed on around her in a circle, each one illuminating a different scene. Misty stared at the one she was facing, her body frozen as she gazed at the person standing in the pool of white light. Gazing back at her with a smile on her soft pink lips was Misty, a perfect copy of herself. She too was naked, the light showing off every detail of her body. Misty was still rooted to the spot as the copy licked her lips and winked at her, reaching up with her hands to fondle her own breasts, her fingers teasing her hardening nipples. One hand trailed slowly down her flat belly to her pussy, gently stroking it before sliding two fingers inside and pumping them back and forth. Her copies moans grew in volume and intensity as she pleasured herself before the shocked Misty, her eyes glued to the image of herself.
"What the hell is this? A dream? Why is there another me and why is she… Shit, why cant I stop watching? She tried turning her head, trying to avoid the image in front of her but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't tear her eyes from the vision of herself, the image moving with her, forcing Misty to watch as this lewd version of herself toyed with her own body. "What's going on?" she asked again, her eyes fixed on her copies fingers as they pumped in and out of her wet pussy. The copies only answer to her question was for her body to tense, a long low moan issuing from her lips as she slid her fingers out from her wet pussy, bringing them slowly up the her mouth where she ran her tongue along them, cleaning the glistening juices off of them.
With an effort Misty finally tore her eyes away and spun around, taking in the other scenes happening around her. She realized quickly that every one of them involved a copy of her, and they were all centered around sex, as though somebody had taken their every sexual fantasy and put Misty into them, then forced her to watch them enacted. She saw herself on her knees, pleasing two men with her hands and mouth, she saw herself on her back, crying out as a faceless figure rammed into her pussy again and again. She saw herself tied up and whipped, forced to service men and women alike, her copies fucked and abused like toys. In several of them she saw herself wearing costumes such as a nurse, police woman, french maid, angel, devil-girl, secretary, if you could think of it, it was there. As she took all the images in she heard a voice echoing all around her, whispering forbidden pleasures and sweet nothings into her ears. She felt a phantom touch trace over her body and shivered as she sensed something moving around her. "I don't want this! Stop it!" she screamed at the images surrounding her, their cries drowning her out. As the sounds and images around her reached fever pitch she felt something, her hands were dragged together by some invisible force and held there by thick leather straps which appeared from the darkness and snaked their way around her arms, binding them together. She felt her body forced down onto its knees, her head forced upwards, unable to turn. She knelt immobile and stared in fear and confusion as her copies were gripped in the throes of passion all around her. The first copy she had seen strutted up to her, breasts bouncing slightly as she walked and knelt down in front of Misty, reaching out to cup Misty's chin and pull her face up towards her own.
"See how enjoyable it can be if you just let go and live out your own fantasies? That's all these are you know" she said, gesturing at the other copies around them. "Its sooooo much fun..." she added, sliding her hand between her legs again and leaning closer. "In fact, why don't you join us?" she whispered as she leant forwards and kissed Misty, her tongue sliding between the girls lips and tasting her. Misty froze, trying to resist but finding her body held immobile by the leather straps. "I'm kissing myself... kinky..." was the last thought that went through her head before she closed her eyes and gave in, her body relaxing into the straps as she waited for the dream to end.
Back in the real world the man spent a moment longer watching Misty as she struggled and moaned in Tangrowth's grip before realizing that the sun was almost set, long shadows stretching out from the trees to cover the clearing. Reluctantly he took his eyes away from her squirming body and beckoned his pokemon to come closer. They had a lot left to achieve that night.