Accept your punishment

As you tumble towards Brock your overly-starched and too-short skirt bounces wildly. You instinctively grab the hem of your dress with both hands to pull it down but it's obviously too late - the cameras and all the spectators have already seen everything.

Accepting your fate, you cross your arms over your exposed breasts and walk up to Brock. You've seen him on TV enough to know he's a big guy, but it's not until you walk up to him that you realize just how much he towers over you. "W- what would you like from me?" you ask meekly, trying to garner some sympathy in front of the cameras.

"Turn around," Brock orders, his face inscrutably stoic.

You turn around to face the rest of the room and take a deep breath. You know what's about to happen - and you don't even flinch when you hear the quiet rustle of Brock unbuckling his pants.Your cheeks go flush as you face the gathered audience and cameras. Your hands instinctively dive to pull down your overly-starched and too-short skirt, despite the fact that everyone has seen everything already.

"Thanks for the view," Brock whispers, just loud enough for you to hear above the commotion.

You shriek and nearly jump out of your sorry excuse of a dress. In trying to lower your skirt in the front, you just gave Brock a full view of your bare ass.

Brock sees your frustration and reaches down to "help" you. "Let me fix that," he offers as he grabs your skirt from behind. In one swift motion he pulls on the skirt, tearing the back half of it clean off and making you almost tumble backwards along with it. "That's better," he says as he discards the fabric.

You sigh and pull the remains of your skirt down. Since Brock has given himself a nice unobstructed view from the back, the least you can do is block the view from the front.

"Spread your feet," Brock orders, this time loud enough for everyone to hear. You adjust your stance, setting your feet wider than your shoulders. The better you comply to his orders, the sooner you can be done with this whole thing. You bend forward slightly and place your hands on top of your thighs as you hear him unbuckle his belt and drop his pants. You look down, accepting your shame and mentally preparing yourself to be fucked from behind.

You stand there for a few seconds, presenting your ass to the victorious gym leader, waiting for him to grab your hips and thrust into you. However, that doesn't happen right away. You hear him doing something behind you but he hasn't even touched you yet. When you peek behind you, you see Brock in a power stance, bending his knees enough to come almost completely down to your level. He locks eyes with you, squinting. It's the first serious look he's given you all day.

"Eyes forward, don't struggle."

The command is barely a whisper but you immediately look back out to the rest of the busy gym. While your eyes focus on the people and cameras across the battle arena from you, you begin to realize the ominous nature of second half of his instructions.

"Wait, wh- AAAAAAH!" your question is cut short as Brock lunges forward, sliding his arms on the inside of your knees. In one swift motion he hooks his elbows under your legs and pulls you slightly backwards, forcing your body weight against him instead of being supported by your feet. Your back falls against his chest and now that your feet no longer support your weight he forces your legs up until your knees meet your shoulders. As the gym leader stands up straight again, he interlocks his fingers behind your head, locking you in place with your holes exposed to the world. Most distressing, however, is the feeling of the shaft of his hard cock sliding across your pussy and ass.

You are a bit surprised that Brock can manhandle you this easily, but you shouldn't be. Though he isn't a bodybuilder like the Elite Four's Bruno, lifting Geodude and wrestling Onix has made him toned and deceptively strong.

Now that Brock is standing up straight again, he shows off your body to the cameras while grinding his cock along your crotch. Your dress bunches up around your waist, framing your crotch and breasts for the cameras. You whimper as your cunt reacts to the stimulation, spreading your first drops of slickness across the top of his shaft. He flexes his core to shift your position, demonstrating his complete control over you. Several times he rubs his entire length against you, making you groan and whimper. You're beginning to get **** for this all to be over with when he pulls his cock all the way back until the tip presses against your pussy, then rolls over to your asshole. He teases the tip back and forth four more times, playing up your humiliation for the audience.

When he adjusts his posture to push up into you instead of sliding front to back, your eyes go wide. Instead of sliding into your slick cunt, he's pressing into your puckered back door! His raw strength forces your asshole to open up around his girth, pushing him into you in one slow, forceful stroke. He slams your hips against his then slowly lifts you off and slams you down again. Every time he bottoms out in your ass the forceful thrust ripples through you, making your bare tits jiggle.

Through your anal torment you hear the murmur of mocking laughter as the audience takes joy in your punishment. Nobody is getting more enjoyment out of the whole scene than Blue. He makes his way around the arena towards you and Brock until he stands only a few feet in front of you, getting a front row view to watch your humiliation. He doesn't say a word to distract from the show, but the look on his face screams "I want to taunt you for how pitiful and slutty you look right now".