Misty's Capture

Ok new chapter, first of all thank you to Lady Cloudpig for letting me use her character, i hope i havent dissapointed. Second ive decided to stop apologising for the long waits between chapters, inspiration comes and goes, thats just the way of it, I'll still aim to get the next one finished quickly though. I hope you guys enjoy this, took me about a day to write so i hope its worth it. As always comments, critiscisms and praise are always welcome (especially praise) so please comment if you enjoyed, or maybe didnt enjoy. I hope you enjoy and i look forward to your views.

Misty hung silently and endured the journey as she was escorted back to the camp of the man she had tried to escape from just hours before. She was carried floating in the air by an invisible force, her limbs moving according to the will of the Banette who floated eerily beside her, pupeteering her exhausted body back the way she had fled with its invisible strings. Tangrowth plodded alongside her, vines drifting lazily in the air as it walked, as if each one possessed an intelligence of its own. More than once she felt one brush against her naked skin, the after effects of the toxin Ariados had injected her with causing the touch to send involuntary shivers down her spine. Throughout most of the journey though her attention was fixated on Lady Cloud, who strode imperiously through the forest ahead of her, stepping gracefully between the boughs of the trees, it was as if the very forest itself parted to let her through, Misty and the two pokemon following in her wake.
"This Lady Cloud really is beautiful..." thought the redhead as she was carried along behind her, her tired mind focussed on examining the woman in front of her. She was clad in a simple purple dress which looked as if it had been custom made for her, such was the way it was formed to her body. The material hugged her body, revealing a generous amount of cleavage and showing her long shapely legs, her feet clad in black heels as she stepped gracefully between roots, making Misty marvel at how she could maintain her balance on such a surface. Her long black hair cascaded down her back and over her shoulders, framing her pretty face. "Why is it that somebody so beautiful, who is clearly noble born and has money... how can she be associated with that man?" She wondered, her thoughts drifting between the two of them, a high born, wealthy, beautiful woman and a young trainer who had clearly taken the Gym League and fallen in love with her somewhere along the way. Her mind was unable to draw any connection and so she gave up, closing her eyes as she tried to rest before her return.
Ahead of her Lady Cloud glanced back at her captive, noticing the way she was trying to sleep and thinking to herself that Omalley must have really done a number on her to have her in this state already. From what he had told her of Misty before her capture she had always thought the girl to be defiant, wilful, impulsive, loud and brash. Now she simply accepted whatever happened to her, doing as ordered and without much resistance, it should have taken weeks for her to reach this level rather than a few days. "It's just as he suspected, she really must be a natural" she thought to herself, eliciting a smile as she decided to test this assumption. Abruptly she called out to the girl, "Slave!", her voice jolting Misty from her rest.
"Yes Mistress?" she replied before she could think, the words leaving her mouth before she even realised what she was doing. She swore silently to herself as she saw Lady Clouds lips part in a smile at her answer.
"Very good, I can see you remembered my instructions, are you looking forward to returning to your master?" She asked, her eyes analysing Misty, gauging her and how she reacted to the question. She detected the faint hesitation in Misty before she replied.
"Of course not, he's not my Master, he's just a psychotic stalker. And I'm nobodies property!" Her words brought a spark of amusement to clouds eyes, as though she enjoyed Misty's resistance.
"You know you really mustn't speak ill of him like that." The lady stopped and spun gracefully on her heel, leaning in close and whispering into Misty's ear "It might earn you a punishment..."
Misty shivered as Cloud pulled away again, leaving the threat hanging in the air between them like a knife as they continued to walk, Misty's mind filled with a mixture of fear and interest at Cloud's mention of a punishment. She decided to try and learn more about the woman controlling her. "Cloud how do you know..." She began before Cloud Sharply cut across her, calling "Banette!". Misty heard a hiss from the black puppet pokemon and felt her jaw clamp shut, reducing her to unintelligible "Mmmph" noises.
Cloud stopped once more and turned again, her pretty face now deadly serious. Misty gazed into her eyes, finding them like twin pools of ice as Cloud stalked closer to her. She leant forward until her face was inches from Misty's own, her previously sweet voice now laden with malice.
"You didn't obey the rules girl, you address me as Mistress of Lady Cloud, and I did not give you permission to speak." Misty's eyes were wide as Cloud leant even close, their noses almost touching. "It seems Omalley is far too lenient with you, though I suspect he uses other means to keep you silenced, the downside of love, when it comes to these relationships, is it makes it very difficult to deliver established rules, he doesn't want to hurt you. I on the other hand have no such restraints. Banette, if you would be so kind"
The puppeteer hissed its name, slowly moving its hands and manipulating Misty's body. The captive redhead felt herself being lifted higher into the air, suspended on her invisible strings. Her arms were pulled behind her back and held together as if handcuffed, her struggles doing nothing to lessen the psychic forces pinning them in place. She felt her legs rise, being pulled apart to expose her delicate pink sex, the lips still damp with arousal even as she felt a new tingling sensation forming in the pit of her stomach. "Nooo, she thought to herself, I cant get turned on by this, its a woman! A beautiful, dominant woman... but a woman, I like men! Men like Ash or Omalley or..." She "Mmphed" out loud as she realised what she had just thought. Lady Cloud simple stood with her arms folded and a cold smile on her face as Misty was lifted and spread, hung in mid air and open from every angle. Her eyes travelled from the girls red hair down over her body, her skin still slick with sweat from her earlier exertions, all the way down to the girls glistening folds. "I really do see the attraction he has for her..." She mused as Misty hung there, making frustrated moans through her lips. "She doesn't quite compare to Cheryl... but she's certainly quite a catch for him."
Breaking free of her reverie she stalked close to Misty again, stepping around her to stand just behind her immobile head. Gently she reached out and wrapped her arms around Misty, her lips resting next to the girls ear. Slowly she exhaled, letting the air tickle the girls skin before she whispered "I promised you a punishment", her words eliciting a jolt of excitement in the girl as well as a trace of fear. Slowly she traced the outline of Misty's ear with her tongue, her hands gently roaming over the girls chest and stomach. Her touch sent shivers down the girls body and she heard Misty's angry mmph's turn into soft moans of pleasure at her touch, then heard her disappointment as she drew away.
Cloud stepped back slightly, standing to one side and pausing a moment before she began the punishment. Swiftly she brought her hand swinging round to slap Misty's arse, causing the girl to scream in surprise. Without giving her a moment to recover Cloud spanked her again, then again and again, each hit causing Misty to scream louder through her sealed lips. Each blow felt more intense than the last, her pale skin turning a soft red before Cloud finally stopped.
Misty blinked slowly, her breathing rapid as she came to terms with her punishment. Her arse felt as though it were on fire, her now pink cheeks stinging in the aftermath of the slaps. However she also felt the fire in her stomach grow larger, each blow causing more sparks to build up inside her. As a result she could now feel her pussy getting wetter than before, a fact that Cloud did not miss.
Now standing in front of Misty, she placed her hands on her hips and asked in a sing song voice "Did slave enjoy that? It certainly looks as if she did..." as she indicated Misty's damp pussy. "Maybe I wasn't harsh enough..." she mused out loud, pretending to pause in thought as she watched Misty's reaction, noting the way her eyes lit up slightly at the prospect of more. "Well, we really are burning time now... If we don't hurry Cheryl will catch up to us before we reach Omalley. Ill postpone anything else until your returned to him." Once again she saw a hint of disappointment in the girls eyes, though she tried to mask it. "Until then..." she cooed, gently reaching out and tracing a fingernail along Misty's wet slit "Tangrowth?" she enquired sweetly, the mass of vines turning to look at her curiously. "Would you mind providing this girl with some entertainment for the journey? We might as well take advantage of her sex drive, don't you agree?" The grass pokemon nodded and stepped forward, a single long vine uncoiling itself from the tangle and stretching out towards the girl.
Misty could only watch silently as it snaked closer, shivering as it traced down the inside of her thigh until it rested at her slick entrance. She inhaled sharply as she felt it push forward, penetrating the helpless girl and slowly sliding up inside her. To Misty the feeling was exquisite, the vine could move in ways a human dick couldn't and filled her completely, causing feelings of pleasure to ripple throughout her body. Part of her wondered how she could possibly enjoy this, being filled with a vine whilst held captive by a woman and her puppet pokemon who had her held naked and immobile in the middle of a forest. However these thoughts were soon flushed from her mind and they began to move onwards again, her body held by invisible ropes as the vine slid slowly in and out, causing her to drift into a pleasure filled haze for the duration of the journey.
Some time later Omalley finally finished recalling his remaining pokemon, leaving only Hypno sitting cross legged on the grass to monitor Misty and Tangrowth's progress. He still wore his hat over his messy dark hair, but had shed his jacket, now dressed simply in his green trousers and a plain grey shirt. Although it wasn't much he always made an effort to look more presentable for Lady Cloud, due partly to her reputation and partly due to their friendship. He resisted the urge to flop down on the grass and wait, intent on keeping his shirt clean and instead carefully perched on the edge of a tree stump, his mind wandering onto where they might be.
A short while later he was startled from his reverie by Hypno, who signalled that they were nearby. Thanking the psychic pokemon Omalley recalled him before turning in time to see the odd group emerge from the undergrowth into his clearing.
At the head was Cloud, clad in her purple dress and with her black hair down there was no denying that she was beautiful, causing Omalley to blush slightly as he admired her. The dress hugged her in just the right way, emphasising her figure and showing more than a generous helping of skin. Her hair hung down, the black curls framing her pretty face perfectly as her lips formed a smile on seeing him. Hoping she hadn't noticed his ogling he looked past her to see her Banette glide into the clearing, carrying Misty on invisibile strings as Tangrowth followed. If Hypno had been present then he would be able to see the true extent of Misty's bondage, psychic strings holding each limb and connecting them directly to Bannette's clawed hand. Misty herself was quite clearly a mess, her body shone with sweat and her hair was matted and damp from her adventures in the forest. Her eyes were also closed, partly due to the long vine which he could see pulsing in side of her as Tangrowth followed, the tentacle slowly withdrawing as the grass type saw its master. His heart skipped a beat as she groaned softly and opened her eyes, her lids half closed as she sought the source of her pleasure. They widened a little as she realised where she had ended up, and he suspected she might have struggled if Banette didn't hold her so securely. Even in this state he found her beautiful and alluring and he had to fight the urge to cross over to her and take her in his arms.
Instead he strode forward, a genuine smile on his face as he greeted Lady Cloud, bowing deeply to her and gently kissing her hand. "Lady Cloud, its wonderful to see you again, I have to thank you for returning Misty to me, but first, please, how are you?" Cloud stepped lithely forward, until she stood directly in front of him and stared into his eyes for a second, her face a mask. Eventually, after what felt like minutes, she broke into a huge smile and replied. "You English bastard! Its been too long!" and hugged him, her regal pretence gone. Omalley laughed and pulled away, stepping backwards and asking "Not being all high and mighty today? Your normally so uptight!", Cloud smiled again and answered "Ah but I'm in the middle of nowhere, with an old friend, my pokemon and a slave. Who's going to know if I let my hair down for a day or so, it gets so stifling being a "proper" lady sometimes." She turned and gestured to Misty, who still hung silently, watching the exchange and curious to feel a faint stab of jealousy when the pair hugged, thinking to herself "Stop it Misty, you hate this guy, no matter what he's said to you, you don't give a damn about him.". She tuned back in to what the pair were saying as Cloud explained what had happened to Misty I the forest and the events of their journey, explaining in intricate detail Misty's punishment in the woods. She started as she thought she heard the words "continue it later..." but the pair dropped to more hushed tones, leaving her to hang silently with the Pokemon.
"Where is Cheryl?" Asked Omalley, looking about for Cloud's servant girl. "She's a little way behind" replied Cloud as she sat down on the tree stump "I had to let her stay behind to take care of some official matters." Omalley smiled knowingly, the joys of aristocracy he thought to himself. He knew full well that Cloud preferred to stay out of the public eye, many of her habits, such as the kidnapping and transformation of trainers into her servants were far from legal, or publicly acceptable. He stood and thought for a moment, his eyes wandering between Cloud and Misty, a thin smile forming on his face. "What are you planning?" She enquired, noticing the look on his face, her own lips curling into a smile as he explained.
Misty was jerked back to reality as the two trainers stood up and walked towards her, a smile on both of their faces. Silently Omalley produced a pokeball and recalled Tangrowth, the grass Pokemon dissolving in a stream of red light that was snatched up into the ball. At the same time Cloud clapped her hands once, prompting Banette to release its grip on Misty with a hiss. Unprepared she fell forwards, her legs not ready to support her, but was caught in Omalley's arms, feeling them wrap around her tenderly and lifting her back up onto her feet. For a moment she felt safe in his arms, enjoying the way they held her tenderly, like a flower, but then they were gone, leaving her standing before the two of them, the eerie ghost Pokemon floating just to her right, its zipper mouth stretched in a freakish grin. For a moment she considered running again, but quashed the thought almost immediately, there were two of them this time, she was exhausted, she had no idea where she was and part of her was intrigued to see where this would lead.
"Misty" began Omalley, "Cloud has told me about what happened, I have to say I'm disappointed that you ran from me, but I suppose I was being too optimistic to think you would choose to stay with me. As punishment for you, and as thanks to Lady Cloud, for the next three hours, you are to do anything she asks of you, I'm giving her full control. Is this clear?" Misty nodded her head mutely, her mind spinning fantasies about what Cloud might do with her. The logical part of her brain blamed the hormones still running through her body, but the rest of her simply wondered about what sort of things she might be asked to do. Her pussy was still damp from the journey and her spanking in the forest and the idea of a repeat only made it even wetter.
Taking a step back Omalley gestured for Cloud to take over, moving over to sit on the grass and watch. As he did so he laid out all six of his pokeball's in front of him, ready for use if Cloud required them. Settling down, he lifted the brim of his hat to get a better view and laid back to enjoy the show. Taking her time Cloud slowly stepped towards Misty, taking her time and emphasising each movement, keeping her eyes locked squarely on the girls. Misty was spellbound by the woman as she slowly stalked towards her prey, offering no resistance as she reached out with her arms to draw Misty in close to her. The redhead folded into their embrace, tentatively reaching out with her own hands to run them along Clouds back. Smiling, the lady allowed it, leaning forwards to gently kiss Misty's cheek, her hands stroking softly over her exposed skin and sending tiny shivers through Misty's body. Feeling the warm breath of her cheek Misty turned her head, trying to catch Cloud's lips with her own, but was denied when she pulled away, leaving Misty pouting.
Grinning wickedly Cloud turned to look at Omalley, to check he was enjoying her little tease. Sure enough she saw him smiling, his head propped up on his elbows as he watched his love get teased and seduced by his friend. Turning back to Misty, who was stood trembling slightly, Cloud said to her "Just stand still and enjoy this hun" in a soft voice, stepping gracefully behind the girl and wrapping her arms around her naked form. She heard Misty sigh as her hands began to roam over the girls body, sliding over her toned belly, up her sides and down the outside of her legs. Slowly she reached up and cupped a breast in each hand, gently massaging the soft globes, her fingers toying idly with the nipples, pinching and pulling on them. Feeling Misty's breath quicken she brought one hand down the girls body, tracing a long line down to her wet pussy. Gently she rubbed her fingers along the girls hot slit, eliciting a soft moan from Misty as she parted her legs, expecting Cloud to slide her fingers inside and grant her release at last. Instead Cloud simply continued to tease, rubbing her fingers slowly over the girls sex, the feelings never quite reaching the peak Misty needed to get off, despite her own attempts as she thrust her hips as the taunting fingers.
After a few minutes Cloud took her fingers away, bringing them up to Misty's eye level and showing the girl her own glistening secretions. Tentatively Misty reached forwards and gingerly licked her own juices from Cloud's fingers, slowly at first, but with increasing fervour as she became used to her own taste. Cloud, a little surprised at this, smiled again and leant forwards by Misty's ear, whispering to her "Bend over". The command sent a shiver through Misty's body, but she offered no resistance, simply leaning forwards, her round arse exposed to both Cloud and Omalley's gaze. Omalley in particular found the sight of the normally defiant Misty mutely offering herself to them to be particularly arousing. Between her legs he could see the pink folds of her pussy, noticing how wet they looked and how she was clearly enjoying this situation, her lack of resistance was proof enough but her body revealed her excitement as well.
Misty waited, her eyes tightly shut as she waited for what she knew was to come next. Part of her felt ashamed for doing this, for enjoying such a demeaning form of punishment and putting herself on display to the pair of them, but she ignored it, the flood of arousal washing over her body forcing her to obey their commands. The first blow made her gasp in surprise, a stinging impact registering as she heard the sharp slap of a hand hitting flesh. The next one came on her opposite cheek and sent a jolt of excitement flashing through her pussy along with the pain, the two forming a delicious mix. Her gasps turned into moans as she felt more blows land on her unprotected rear, her skin turning from its normal pale white to a rosy pink as the stinging blows landed, each one heightening her levels of arousal even higher. Dimly she heard Cloud's voice asking her "Are you enjoying this? You don't seem very thankful... maybe I should stop?" Before she even knew what she was saying she felt herself begging "No, please, thank you Lady Cloud, thank you for this, it feels so good, please don't stop!" She could imagine the triumphant smile on the faces of Cloud and Omalley as she said that, but it had the desired effect, the spanking continued for a few more minutes until finally Cloud stopped, bringing her hand down to Misty's now dripping wet pussy and sliding two fingers in with no resistance, pumping them back and forth and causing Misty to moan in pleasure, her legs feeling weaker by the second. After little more than a minute Misty's body exploded in a shower of pleasure, the feelings from her pussy racing along every nerve in her body, the orgasm racking her body as her pussy tried to hold Cloud's fingers inside.
Watching as Misty rode out her orgasm Cloud withdrew her fingers, the digits easily sliding out of the girls wet opening despite her attempts to hold them inside her. Slowly she licked at the juices, enjoying the girls taste as she finally collapsed on to the grass, panting heavily. Deciding to give the girl a few minutes to recover Cloud strode over to where Omalley lay, calling out to him "Enjoy the show?" Smiling he replied "Oh immensely, I do hope that's not the end though, by my watch I make it that you still have about 2 hours 40 minutes left of her." Cloud stopped in front of him, giving him a patronising pat on the head as she answered "Was that too short for you? Don't worry, plenty more to come, though I'm afraid I need to borrow Hypno and Grimer, provided you still have them with you?" Omalley silently handed her the balls, which were swiftly released to reveal the pair as she walked back to Misty, leaving him to watch once more.
"Hypno, scenery time, I'm getting so tired of all this green, you remember my hall? Make that, I would feel much more at home, Grimer, when he's done, I think you can imagine the appropriate outfit for Misty to be wearing, would you be so kind?" The pair of Pokemon replied as one, Grimer sliding towards Misty as Hypno once more set to work generating a light screen.
Omalley watched as the air around the clearing rippled, streaks of light stretching upwards to form a dome, its surface warping to form the image of an ornate hall. The walls were made of striped white marble, with thick columns flanking the walls, paintings hung in the spaces between them as candles flickered from the crystal chandeliers suspended from the ceiling. Omalley now found himself lying on an intricate rug, Hypno and Banette beside him. Smirking he saw Cloud sit on what appeared to be a throne, looking every bit a noble lady as she crossed her legs and gazed imperiously at Misty as she slowly recovered on the floor. Behind Omalley were a pair of enormous oak doors, flanked by statues of ancient Pokemon, carved out of granite. Turning his attention back to the women he smiled as he saw Misty start to stand up, obviously recovered, just as Grimer reached her.
Outside of the hall two groups of people saw the shimmering disturbance caused my Hypno's psychic powers. The closest, a young green haired girl, was Cheryl, Lady Cloud's personal servant. She wore a simple green skirt, her large breasts covered by a matching blouse. Around her neck she wore a simple black choker, marking herself as the property of her Lady. Noting the shimmering dome appearing above the trees a mile or so away she smiled sweetly to herself, her face a picture of innocence as she set off towards the clearing to meet her lady, her soft voice raised in song as she skipped through the forest.
The other people to witness the disturbance were Ash, Brock and Pikachu, who stood and stared through a gap in the canopy of leaves at the barely visible haze. "How far away do you think it is?" Asked Ash, squinting in the sunlight as he tried to focus. "No idea, three or four miles id guess." replied Brock, shielding his eyes with a raised hand. "Want to check it out?" he added, glancing sideways at Ash. "You bet I do, its been hours and we've got no sign of Misty, she has to be around somewhere, and that seems like a good a bet as any, lets get going!" Pikachu echoed Ash's sentiment, running into the trees towards the illusion, followed by the pair of trainers, all three intent on saving Misty.
Back within the safety of Hypno's illusion Misty slowly got to her feet as she took in her new surroundings. Yet again she found herself somewhere completely alien, taking in the trappings of luxury that hung all around her, a far cry from her gym, where she spent most of her time. Looking forwards she caught sight of Cloud, sitting on her throne and gazing at her, looking regal. Misty suddenly felt very conscious of her nakedness, as though Cloud were judging her. This was soon rectified as she felt a familiar sensation creeping over one foot, a tingle slowly spreading up her legs.
She looked down to once again find a black liquid flowing over her pale skin, engulfing it in shiny blackness. Having experienced the sensations before she was no longer afraid as she watched her legs being encased in the liquid latex, her skin tingling beneath its touch. Slowly it crept inexorably upwards, flowing over her wet pussy and eliciting a gasp as it crept inside her again, filling her and settling in the shape of a penis. It slid even higher, covering her breasts, the nipples being gently sucked and squeezed by her liquid coating sending more flashes of pleasure racing through her. What differed from before though was the final form that the material settled in. Before she had simply been covered from neck to toe, the liquid forming a perfect thin coating around even her fingers and toes whilst covering every inch of her body in its shiny embrace. However this time it formed an entirely different outfit for her.
She felt her waist being compressed slightly as the material hardened slightly around her, cupping her breasts and pushing them upwards, emphasising them as it formed a black corset around her frame. Over this she could see a low cut black dress forming, the hem barely covering her arse as she saw what looked like a frilly apron appear over her dress. Her arms were encased in long black gloves which stretched up her arms, her shoulders covered by the latex. Her legs too were encased, this time in stockings, the material so thin it was almost transparent. Beneath her skirt the latex had formed into a pair of panties, the fake dick still filling her as the material hugged her bottom, outlining every curve. Turning she noticed a mirror on the wall, stepping towards it to see her own reflection.
Standing before the mirror she could see that she was now dressed as what could only be described as a maid, similar to the adult outfits she had bought in specialist stores a few times. The material hugged every inch of her perfectly, highlighting every curve and erasing any imperfection, creating just a smooth black skin, contrasting with the exposed flesh of her face, chest, arms and thighs. Incredibly she smiled at her reflection, turning slowly to admire her own body, enjoying the feeling of the dick inside of her as she moved. "Why did I do that?" she asked, her body telling her the answer as she noticed Omalley staring at her, a look of pure lust in his eyes. Almost as if to reward her she felt her nipples being gently squeezed and sucked on, causing her knees to feel weak again.
Turning back to Cloud she saw the woman beckon her forward with one hand, uncrossing her legs as she did so and spreading them, her dress hiking up to reveal matching purple underwear. Silently Misty stopped in front of Cloud as she regarded her maids outfit, noting with approval the way Misty seemed to enjoy it. "So she likes dressing up, perhaps Omalley can use this..." she thought to herself before turning her attention back to the girl.
"Kneel" she commanded simply, Misty dropping to her knees at once her eyes locked onto the slight damp patch on Cloud's panties. "It seems as if that little show you gave earlier made me a little wet, I want you to be a good slave and clean it all up,understood?" Misty nodded mutely, seemingly frozen. She knew what she had to do, she had enjoyed everything up until now, but she had never been with a woman before, or even considered it. Slowly she reached forwards, gently taking hold of Cloud's panties and pulling them down, sliding them along the woman's long legs until they came free and then turning to get her first proper look at another woman's pussy.
The first thing she noticed was the smell, an intoxicating aroma of arousal that made her head feel light, then she looked at the delicate pink folds, the lips damp with arousal. She had never really considered how her own pussy looked but suddenly Cloud's looked beautiful and delicate like a flower. Silently, she looked up at Cloud, meeting her gaze and then bowing her head subserviently tentatively moving forwards until she knelt right in front of it, breathing in the heady aroma. She thought to herself one last time, debating whether she really wanted to do this to another woman, but she reasoned that the pair had already shown her so much, she still not willing and she certainly wasn't their slave, but resisting them was pointless, this way she may even get some enjoyment out of it..
Her mind made up she tentatively leant closer until she could place her tongue at Cloud's entrance. Taking a deep breath she slowly dragged her tongue over the moist lips, licking up and down in long slow strokes. She quickly learnt that it wasn't so bad, she quite enjoyed Cloud's taste, although it tasted different to her own idly leading to her wonder if every girl had her own unique flavour. Above her she heard a soft sigh of contentment from Cloud, revealing that she must be doing something right. This was reinforced as she felt her nipples being tugged and squeezed again, the cock inside of her slowly rubbing inside of her and causing her to lick faster. She found that the more she did to try and please Cloud the more pleasure Grimer gave her, prompting her to vary her tactics, hoping to generate a better response. She licked up and down, from side to side and all around the soft lips before she finally pushed her tongue between them, licking at Clouds inside. She was rewarded by another moan and more sensations as she felt her skin tingling again, as though it were being softly stroked by hundreds of invisible hands. She dove into Cloud's pussy again with renewed energy, trying different techniques and speeds in her effort to get more pleasure from her outfit, her own sex drive being fuelled by the pleasure she gave Cloud. Above her Cloud had her eyes closed, a look of bliss on her face as she felt the warm tongue lapping at her delicate folds, the exquisite feelings of pleasure racing through her body. Opening one eye she glanced at Omalley, imaging how he must be feeling, seeing the love of his life dressed in a sleek black maids outfit as she ate out his friend. Pleased would be her bet.
He was indeed pleased as he watched Misty go down on Cloud, their moans and sighs mingling together in a faint chorus of pleasure. He had never dreamed that Misty would be this willing, though he suspected that she was still wary of them, she just didn't see the point in resistance at the moment. Whatever the case she certainly couldn't deny that she was enjoying this, he took particular note that she seemed to like her outfit, that could make her training a lot easier. He was startled from his train of thought as he heard the door behind him creak open, a slim green haired girl skipping gracefully through the doorway to his side, taking in the situation without batting an eyelid.
"Cheryl!" he exclaimed, standing up to greet her. "You arrive at last." The girl curtseyed in response, granting him a look at her generous cleavage and replying "I'm terribly sorry for the delay sir, matters at the hall took longer than expected, I hope I haven't inconvenienced you in any way?" Her soft, sing song voice brought a smile to Omalley's face. "No no of course not, your mistress was just enjoying Misty's services. Sadly I'm stuck just enjoying the view." Cheryl turned to look at the pair, listening to their moans without the slightest hint of jealousy on her face. "Would sir like me to help relieve some tension?" She asked innocently, her hands moving to unbutton her blouse as she stepped closer to him. "No, its alright Cheryl, thank you but I'm saving myself for Misty. Im sure she wouldn't mind your services though." The girl curtseyed again, replying "Of course sir, would you excuse me as I attend to my duties?"
With that the girl skipped along to where Misty knelt, smiling broadly at her mistress as she stripped her clothes from her body in a matter a seconds revealing her naked form. Her green hair was bound up in a long braid which came down her back, framing emerald eyes and soft pink lips. Her breasts were large, bigger by far then either Misty's or Cloud's and full, swaying as Cloud moved. Her arse too was soft and round, her skin perfect and free of blemishes as she knelt down behind the oblivious Misty, the girls outfit reacting to Cheryl's presence by revealing the redheads pussy as she leant forwards.
Misty moaned in disappointment at the sudden loss of stimulating in her pussy, gasping as a moment later it was replaced by an entirely new sensation. She felt the new sensation flood through her body as something wet and warm slid over her pussy lips, causing her to look back in time to see a new girl, a green haired beauty, lapping eagerly at her pussy. Cloud, angry at the pause, reached down and grabbed Misty's hair, pulling her back to her own pussy as she took in the delightful sight of her servant devouring the redheads pussy. Misty responded with even more fervour now, licking and sucking franticly on Cloud's silken lips, drinking in the sensations emanating from Cheryl's tongue and her outfit. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to her own orgasm as Cloud held her head in place her hands, directing her with gentle sounds of encouragement. Cloud brought her legs together, trapping Misty between her thighs as she felt the pleasure inside her body building higher and higher, until finally she couldn't contain it any longer and she released it all, holding Misty's face tight against her pussy and bucking her hips as she came. For misty, the combination of Cheryl's skilled tongue and the sensations rocking her body were enough to push her over the edge as Cloud came, causing her to moan into the woman's pussy and lick frantically as pleasure exploded deep within her, Cheryl's tongue coaxing more and more from her as she was lifted to even higher peaks of pleasure. Throughout this she kept on licking and sucking at Cloud's pussy, making sure to keep pleasuring her so that her own pleasure might continue. However eventually it died down as Cloud released her grip, leaving the pair of them gasping for air. Cheryl too pulled back, planting a final kiss on Misty's lips as she stood, moving to attend to her mistress. Misty knelt silently, panting, her face covered in juices as she recovered, staring silently at the two women in front of her, guessing that the green haired girl must be Cloud's slave. "She looks happy though" she wondered idly, turning to look at Omalley who still lay on the ground, his eyes fixed on her. "Can we be like that?" she wondered to herself before the world around them all shattered.
Omalley leapt to his feet, along with Hypno as the illusion around them fragmented into millions of tiny reflective pieces, each one spinning and winking out of existence in a moment. He saw Cloud get to her feet as well, Cheryl standing calmly at her side as Grimer swiftly removed itself from Misty's body, forming into its customary sludge shape next to her. Gathering his pokeballs he ran forwards across stone tiles which now reverted into grass until he reached the group, Banette and Hypno at his side. He reached down to pull Misty up, holding her weak body against him as he stared up, wondering what prompted Hypno's illusion to collapse, noting as he did so the faint bolts of electricity arcing from the direction of the doorway. Electricity... It couldn't be him could it?
In between the fading shards of light Omalley caught glimpses of a yellow tail, red hat and green jacket. "Shit" he sighed, its them".