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Same disclaimer, I do not own Pokémon or any of the characters in this story. I have no financial interest, expect no money, etc. for this story. This was written for my own (perverse) pleasure and I wish to share with adult fans who I hope will appreciate it. Comments are most welcome. Other unrelated characters or products that may be mentioned are for purposes of satire only and are included with respect and love.
Ash paused to drink from the plastic bottle he had been carrying. Three nearby cameras whirred briefly and turned towards the boy. The day was becoming warm and he had been walking for hours across a seemingly endless plain of burnt gravel. Nothing grew here, not a single blade of grass, not a single weed.
He was alone, of course. The instructions he had received were quite clear. He missed his friends. He missed Pikachu. He felt naked without his collection of pokeballs and his pokedex. He had even been instructed to leave his hat behind. “What did they think that I’d hide a charazard under it?” But he hadn’t complained. Besides, he could have hidden a charazrd under his hat, as long as it was in its pokeball.
He wiped the sweat from his brow. At least they had allowed him to bring a handkerchief along with the water bottle. He had no doubt that when he reached his destination he would have to surrender these items.
“It’s not like I’m the prisoner!” he thought.
But then again, he was going to a prison.
Spindlermühle was the most feared, maximum security prison on the Pokémon world. Until a few weeks ago, Ash hadn’t even known of its existence. Now he knew more about it than he wanted to. Another few hours and he would be inside.
Along with his water bottle and handkerchief he had one other item. The Chief Prosecutor had delivered it to his room the day before. It was a card, a big green card. Dull green. Muddy green. Confused, Ash attempted to ask the Prosecutor what it meant, but the official was still angry at him and walked away.
Ash turned the card over and attempted to read the instructions. “Hey Brock,” he asked. “What does ‘Mandatory Conjugal Visit’ mean?” Like many of the kids on the Pokémon world, Ash’s formal education had ceased when he began his travels. He could read, but hadn’t come across the word “conjugal” before. Brock took the green card and smirked at the younger boy. Brock knew a lot of things. Sometimes he shared his knowledge. Sometimes he was a pain in the ass.
A few minutes later… “No, don’t be a wiseass! What does it really mean?”
No cars were allowed to approach Spindlermühle, no aircraft, no hot air balloons. Ash hadn’t seen a bird or an insect in hours. Even the sky appeared cloudless. There were guards and cameras and gun emplacements everywhere. Ash lost count of the number of times he was stopped by armed soldiers. Sometimes a glance at the big green card was enough to pass by. Sometimes he had to submit to an inspection. “How many times can they look at a green card, a bottle of water and a handkerchief?” he wondered.
It was an ugly building of brick and steel and stone. Everything about it grated on Ash’s senses. He was used to open country and modern open plan cities and towns. This was a place that warned you to stay away. He wanted to. It looked like a trap. It felt like a trap. Everything about it said that once you entered you would never come out again.
Ash stood outside a gate leading to the only entrance he could see.
He called to the guards who watched him.
Silence.
They watched him.
“I’m Ash Ketchum, I’m here for the con... cogruel… the visit thing.”
Silence.
He flapped the muddy green card at them
Silence.
He shrugged, and figured he had done his duty and he was could leave this awful place. “Hey, I tried,” he thought and turned to leave. Armed guards stood behind him, all Officer Jennys.
The gate began to open. Slowly. He stepped backwards and found his arms being restrained by the Jennys. Reflexively he tried to pull away and realized that there were more Jennys standing in a semi-circle, weapons trained on him. He had never seen so many Jennys in one place before. And none of them were friendly.
Ash was escorted to an examination room. More Jennys and two Nurse Joys. He waited. “Strip,” said one of the guards. Ash started to protest and then read the expressions on their faces. Boredom, anger, hostility and… violence? One of the Joys began putting on rubber gloves. She gave the boy a small smile. “Regulations Mr. Ketchum. It will go more quickly if you do as you are told” Ash began to remove his clothing, embarrassed to be naked in front of these people. Though these women were all strangers, it was like being naked in front of people he knew.
“Open your mouth,” said the second Joy, shining a flashlight on him. The gloved nurse began to probe his mouth, his gums, looking under his tongue. They examined his ears, his arm pits. He wanted to protest when they shaved his head. He didn’t. He did as he was told.
They shaved his pubic hair. He wanted to run away, he wanted to scream. But he submitted. They prodded and poked him. He obeyed quickly when instructed to get on all fours and spread his anus. For a moment he thought the flashlight was shoved up his ass, but it was just Nurse Joy’s fingers. More probing. He cried a little.
They took blood.
They took saliva.
They took finger and toenail clippings.
They swabbed his ears, his nose and even his eyes (by this time it wasn’t difficult to get tear samples).
At least the smiling Joy seemed sympathetic. Ash tried to smile back. He wanted to please her.
Then she administered an enema and led him to a toilet.
And watched him.
And waited.
“I can’t… can’t... you watching…”
“Shhhhh” the friendlier of the Joys said,”it’s almost over”. She reached a gloved hand between his legs and began to stroke him. He began to shiver.
“Going to visit your girlfriend in a few minutes, aren’t you? she whispered as his cock began to stiffen.
“Ohhh God!” the boy moaned.
“Gonna fuck that killer, aren’t you? I didn’t realize she liked ‘em so young.” her hand suddenly tightening, squeezing.
Ash squeaked, there was no other word to describe the sound he made as a sudden, painful rush of water was expelled from his bowels. His face turned red as she suddenly kissed his lips. The pain to his dick and sudden cramps began to double him up. She bit his lower lip and drew blood.
“No, she’s not friendlier” Ash thought as she hiked up her skirt and straddled the suffering boy on the toilet.
“Need more samples” she crooned. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll have enough left for that bitch.”
A few minutes later Ash lay doubled over on the cold gritty floor. Nurse Joy dropped a small damp towel on the boy and told him to clean himself up. It hadn’t taken much to break him she thought. “I don’t know what the bitch see’s in you.” she said. “You’re not even a good fuck.” Then, “Not that that’s going to matter much to her.”
They gave him an old patched sleeveless shirt that was clearly made for a tall adult. It hung down to his knees and then tossed him a pair of flip flops. Then they handed him back the card, the big green card. Dull green. Muddy green. He still didn’t know what he was supposed to do with it. It barely registered on him that the shirt and flip flops were the identical color as the card.
The smiling Joy approached him carrying a small tray with two hypodermic needles. The other Joy swabbed his arm. The smiling rapist said “No, in his ass.”
The first Joy responded, “It’ll hurt more there,” then shrugged. That was the whole point.
Ash began to feel dizzy. He was flushed and at the same time hyper. Two guards cuffed his arms behind his back and escorted him out of the room along with the unsmiling Joy. He looked back over his shoulder at the smiling Joy. She was sitting on edge of the examination table smoking a cigarette and laughing to herself. She blew him a kiss. “Later lover, have fun!”
“She.. she… did something… to me,” he muttered. The guards and other Joy ignored him.
“She raped me”. A Jenny poked him in the ribs with her rifle. “Shut up.”
He shut up.
They approached an elevator. “I’ll escort him the rest of the way” Joy told the guards. The Jennys shrugged.
“Get in the elevator Mr. Ketchum”.
She used a key to unlock the floor control but didn’t press it. Another key unlocked his cuffs. She withdrew from a pocket a case containing another hypo. Ash moaned. “It’s OK… really. This one can go in your arm.” She patted him lightly on the shoulder. “The worst of it’s over now, I promise.” The elevator went up several floors, then down and seemingly sideways.
The elevator door opened upon a courtyard. There were six separate areas fenced off from each other. The first was a blue space, a dreary flat hopeless blue. It contained a small trailer painted a dreary flat hopeless blue. It was surrounded by a small patch of gravel painted the identical dreary flat hopeless blue. Strangely there was a single decoration in the gravel, a plastic flamingo… a dreary flat hopeless blue flamingo.
Next to this was an identical setup, same trailer, same gravel, same flamingo… only everything was painted a vile scabrous purple. In the next fenced off area was another trailer, gravel, flamingo, all painted a sickly gangrenous yellow and so on. The last one was green, dull green, muddy green.
Ash approached the final space and now knew what the card was for. He held it up before the electric eye and the gate clanked open. He approached the trailer and paused, not sure what to do. A familiar voice called from inside, “It’s open,” then, “No doorbell and you don’t need to wipe your feet”
Crime & Punishment:
Misty couldn’t decide what was appropriate to wear to a hanging. She settled on a demure black dress she borrowed from one of her sisters. Truth is she would have worn her shorts, sneakers and tee shirt if she dared… or would have preferred going naked if the truth were known.
The truth is known, but rarely spoken
She whispered to Brock as they took their seats on the top row of the bleachers, “I am so fucking horny I can’t stand it.” She giggled and surreptitiously ran her small firm hand across his thigh, momentarily squeezing him.
He whispered back, letting his tongue tickle her ear “I’d like to fuck you right there, the moment the trap drops,” motioning towards the gallows across from them. As witnesses for the prosecution and injured parties, they were special guests of the state. Great seats.
“Look, there’s James’ family. I wonder where Ash is.” Brock mused.
Misty chuckled, “Probably giving his girlfriend one last good fuck. You know, to send her on her way with a smile.” Then, “That’s assuming he can get it up.”
Brock laughed, drawing a dirty look from the prosecutor who had just arrived. This was supposed to a solemn occasion. Quietly Brock continued. “Oh don’t worry about that, they pump both of them full of aphrodisiacs before the conjugal visit. It’s made from beedrill venom, I looked it up in the pokedex.”
Misty looked thoughtful. “Really, think you can get us some?” she asked excitedly. Then muttered “Ewww, beedrills? Yuck!”
“It also makes you sterile… temporarily. Or at least it’s supposed to be temporary. Don’t want the condemned getting knocked up.”
Brock put his hand on her knee, stroking her leg. “Remember your promise, babe."
“After the hanging,” she said coyly, wetting her lips seductively. She had kept Brock waiting for a long time and other than the occasional blow job, had kept herself pure. Mostly pure. She was still a virgin… technically… mostly.”
Misty noticed the prosecutor looking at his watch. These things are supposed to keep to a tight schedule.
Actually, neither one of them was surprised that Ash didn’t show up for the execution, not after his antics at the trial. Of course, Misty knew something about the trial that Brock didn’t know. There really wasn’t much of a case. There was only a trial because James’ rich and influential parents had paid for a private prosecution. Jesse was arrested while still in the intensive care unit and the trial was only delayed long enough to get her well enough to sit in the courtroom.
Misty and Ash were to be the key witnesses. Misty was going to be a great witness… and she was. The fresh faced young girl was on the stand nearly a day testifying to the many crimes and misdemeanors perpetrated on her by the villainous Jesse during their travels. Oh, these prior bad acts had little to do with the actual crime in question. The defense attorney tried to object half-heartedly early on but was obviously restrained by his client. He didn’t even try to object after the first hour.
Misty didn’t really have anything against Jesse or James, they were both colossal pains in the ass and idiots. She wasn’t exactly glad James was dead and watching him fall to his death and burn when their balloon exploded wasn’t … pleasant. But she was tired of their interference and was glad that whatever the outcome of the trial, they were out of her life. And wasn’t it funny how the prosecutor was able to paint James as the helpless victim, lead astray by his partner. But he never referred to them as partners. Somehow the prosecutor made it sound like he was an unwilling accomplice. He hinted at how Jesse controlled him, used him and then discarded him when she finally had enough of his resistance. He sounded like a hero. Personally, Misty thought they were equal villains, equal assholes. But the trial was the most entertaining thing she had seen in a long time.
Misty liked being the star witness, she loved the attention. Leave it to Ash to almost fuck everything up. When it was his turn to testify Ash was OK for the first hour or so, expanding on and supporting Misty’s testimony about Team Rocket’s crimes against them and then he started to fight with the prosecutor.
“No, no, no! It wasn’t like that.”
“She wouldn’t try to kill him, she isn’t a monster”
“If she was trying to kill him why was she standing under the balloon when it exploded?!” he shouted at the jury. The courtroom erupted. The jury was sent out of the room and the judge admonished the boy.
Brock shook his head and muttered “Shmuck! No one cares.” Even Jesse looked bored.
The testimony was stricken and Ash was threatened with a contempt citation. The prosecutor told Ash that he had to answer just the questions posed to him. If he wanted to be a character witness for the defense he could be recalled later for that. The jury was brought back and told they had to ignore what Ash had said. Brock had snorted at this, but events proved that the jury was capable of doing exactly as they were told.
Or exactly what they were paid to do.
When the prosecutor finally was finished Ash was disappointed in the few questions the defense attorney asked him. He was never recalled as a character witness.
Clearly the judge, the jury and especially the prosecutor were pissed off at Ash. But they loved Misty.
During her preparation for the trial the prosecutor showed her a video of the red and black gas canisters, clearly marked “Explosive H9” and asked her if she remembered seeing Jesse using them to fill the balloon on the day in question. Misty was surprised. She had seen canisters, but not these, she was sure that Jesse had used the white Helium 4 ones Team Rocket always used. She told the prosecutor.
He stared at her.
“I’m sure,” she repeated, “Pretty sure” more quietly.
“Pretty sure?” He continued to look at her. “We also recovered this from the wreckage.” He pressed a button. It was a high definition video, although obviously taken at night it was clear what the participants were doing. Misty was shocked. She had no idea that there were videos of her and Brock. Her face buried in his crotch, his hand deep in her ass. There was no sound, but there didn’t need to be. She didn’t know that a video taken at night could still be so detailed. You could even make out her staryu tattoo… when Brock stopped fingering her. There was a closeup of her face, eyes closed, and a look of intense satisfaction as she licked a trail of cum from her upper lip.
Brock had not been called to testify. He was barely mentioned. That was Ok with him. Although never convicted, there were prior charges of sexual abuse of minors on his record. The prosecutor didn’t need his testimony anyway.
The prosecutor continued to look at her, ignoring the video. “You know, we usually don’t prosecute statutory rape when it’s obviously consensual.” The word “usually” seemed to hang in the air. “Your boyfriend, Brock is his name? It was consensual, right?”
“Shit” Misty said quietly
After a pause, “Though from another perspective, an underage girl seducing an older man might be something the juvenile authorities would be interested in. And you do know that you can’t get a gym leader license with a juvenile record, don’t you?”
“Well…” Misty cleared her throat. “About the canisters… I’m not a hundred percent sure…” she trailed off. “But what if the defense attorney asks me?”
“Then you tell the truth. You don’t know what you saw. Or do you?”
“Has anyone else seen that video?”
“No reason for anyone to see it, it’s not part of the official record. I suppose you could have it… after the trial.” Actually there were several videos already circulating the courthouse but there was no reason to tell her that.
Misty smiled and crossed her legs. “Well, the truth is they might have been the red & black ones. In fact, now that I think of it, I’m pretty sure they were the Hydrogen 9.”
“Pretty sure?”
“Oh, I’m positive.”
The defense attorney never challenged her testimony on the canisters. He had given up by that point. After all, the balloon exploded, the canisters were found afterwards. Jesse was the only one not on the balloon. What more evidence was needed?

“What’s taking so long?” Misty complained.
A nurse Joy and three officer Jennys approached the officials and there was a hushed conversation. A fat man in a cheap suit approached the spectators. “Ladies and gentleman, by order of the governor…
Anger in the audience
“… we find it necessary to delay the execution…
Disappointment
“… for health reasons. It will be rescheduled at a later date. You will be notified.
Accusations
James’ angry family was ushered out through a private exit.
“Let’s get out of here” Brock said pulling Misty to her feet. “I should have known the bitch would get off.”
“Health reasons? What kind of health reasons? She only has to be healthy enough to stand there for a few minutes?” groused Misty. “Let’s see if we can find Ash, he’ll know what’s going on...”
Brock grabbed her by the arm. “No you don’t bitch, you and I have a date.”
She laughed. No one was paying attention to them so she reached between his legs, tracing the outline of his hard-on. “Shit baby, don’t cum in your pants. You promised me a good time.” He squeezed her ass, she wasn’t wearing panties. They both figured they’d see Ash later. He always managed to catch up to them eventually.
But it would be over a year before anyone saw Ask Ketchum again.
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