All Tied Up

You don't know how long you've been out for, but eventually you regain consciousness, slowly opening your eyes to find that most of the sleep powder has faded. You immediately wish you hadn't woken up when you realise the situation you're in. You're still lying on your back on the moss-covered floor of the Viridian Forest, but your clothes, hat and underwear have now been placed on the tree stump where you put your bag, leaving you completely naked, your tits and pussy on full display. You're unable to cover yourself as your hands have been tied behind your back with some kind of sticky substance, and you're willing to bet that it's the String Shot attack of the Butterfree that knocked you out earlier.

"Ah, she's awake!" says the male voice that you heard command the Butterfree earlier, and suddenly you feel a pair of hands grab you by your shoulders and roughly pull you to your knees. You look up at the guy through your bleary eyes to see that he's young, probably early twenties, wearing a t-shirt and shorts and carrying a bug net. He's not alone, either; four of the bug catchers you beat earlier are also leering down at you, bulges forming in their shorts at the sight of your naked body.

"L-let me go, you assholes!" you yell, flushing red with anger and embarassment. "Using a pokemon to attack a human is illegal!"

"Quit mouthin' off, bitch!" snaps one of the bug catchers. "If you had any respect for us or our pokemon we wouldn't have had to call up our buddy Rick here and let him know you were coming! This is a lesson to all you trainers who think you can just walk all over us like we're trash!"

You desperately continue to struggle against your bindings, wanting nothing more than to punch all of these scrawny nerds in the face. "What the hell are you talking about?! I beat you all fair and square in battle!"

"Fair and square," scoffs another bug catcher. "Ain't nothing fair about what you rookie trainer bitches do to us! We go out of our way to try and be nice to all of you, to teach you about our passions and hobbies, but all you want to do is battle us with your stupid Charmanders and Pidgeys and Spearows before taking money from us and leaving us feeling like garbage!"

You can't believe how delusional this logic is. "I-I'm a pokemon trainer! I'm supposed to battle people, that's the whole point!"

"You're not a trainer, you're just a dumb slut!" retaliates the Butterfree guy, Rick. "What you're supposed to do is let guys like us use your body!"

Oh. Of course that's really what this shit is about. These guys are just misogynist assholes like pretty much every other male trainer out there, but unlike a lot of other guys they never get any wins over girls, so they probably rarely if ever get to have sex. This is why they're all so angry, and why they're now resorting to illegal pokemon attacks to get what they want. Why did this have to happen to me?! you scream inside your head. I was doing so well, I beat all these guys! Now these fucking virgin losers are gonna do what they want to me and I can't do anything about it...

Tears start welling up in your eyes. "P-please just let me go!" you plead desperately, looking up at Rick. "This is illegal and you know it! You- aaaah!"

Your words are cut off by the bug catcher slapping you in the face, hard. You start crying freely, your body shaking with sobs as you stare at the ground, not wanting to look up at your tormentors. All that power and confidence you'd felt earlier after beating these guys in battle was completely gone. It didn't matter that you were the better trainer, they were still going to dominate you and use your body however they pleased.

You hear Rick unzipping his shorts before letting them fall to the ground along with his boxers. You can't help but look up at the rock-hard dick that is now mere inches from your face. "I think we've all heard enough out of that mouth of yours," he says. "How about you use it for something more useful, huh?"