A different Emilia than you remember

Naked and cuffed, you march down an aisle of female-occupied jail cells. A Rocket grunt escorts you from behind, and his “escorting” involves feeling you up incessantly while forcing you to keep walking. Normally, you’d be too far above this scum to react to his touch. After that weird drink they gave you, though… Your thoughts wander to the days when you worked as an amateur pornstar to put yourself through medical school, and it leaves you wet between the legs. You sure could use a hard dick inside you right now, though you’d never admit it to any of the scummy criminals who could give it to you. Still, you’ve been hornier on lonely nights at home before, so this **** doesn’t seem too effective. You can still manage yourself just fine like this.

Title Changed: Team Rocket Captive → Team Rocket ****

Status Gained: ****

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you’re pushed inside a wide jail cell, bringing you face-to-face with Emilia, as well as a guard of her own.

“Professor!” she exclaims, sounding happier than a **** of Team Rocket should. “What are you doing here? And why… o-oh. They… they got you too, huh?”

“Unfortunately…” You attempt to chuckle unsuccessfully. “I… I’m sorry. I tried getting you out of here, but it ended up like this.”

Several awkward seconds pass with you both trying, and failing, to hide your glances at each other’s naked bodies. She’s just as bare as you, wearing nothing but the same bindings, and the same Team Rocket brand choker around her neck. Dried cum mars her beautiful skin, particularly on her boobs and thighs. She’s obviously had a rough time already. Her hands and knees are speckled with dirt, leaving little wonder what position she was in before you got here. Strangely, though, her nipples are rock-hard and her own juices are dripping down her thighs. Her pupils are quite dilated as well. Is she on the same **** as you? Strange… It’s barely having an effect on you. The way she’s looking at you is a bit off, too. Is she really alright…?

Emilia steps forward and reaches up, swinging her wristchain over your head so she can give you a hug. Even in a place like this, feeling Emilia’s skin against yours is encouraging. Then, she angles her head upwards at yours while closing her eyes. She must be asking for a kiss and compensating for the half-a-foot height difference between you two. You’ve never really been that “direct” in your relationship with Emilia, but maybe it’s appropriate, given the circumstances. You bend your knees a bit and place your lips on hers, hoping to provide some comfort and security for the poor girl. But Emilia’s tongue snakes its way into your mouth immediately. You’re so shocked that you stay still for several seconds, letting Emilia start a full-blown makeout session with you. Finally you pull away, but Emilia chases you until you fully stand up straight, outside her kissing range even on her tip toes.