Another Team Rocket Member

"M-Miguel!" The Team Rocket member releases his grip on your nipples and hurriedly turns to face the newcomer, and you feel your brief glimmer of hope deserting you as get a good look at the man you thought was here to rescue you; he has dark hair and is wearing glasses and a lab coat, but underneath said coat you can clearly see the red 'R' logo of Team Rocket emblazoned on his shirt.

"Brandon," says the man named Miguel, his voice almost completely emotionless. "What are you doing here? My team has gathered all the resources we need to create more Rocket Fuel; it's time for us to leave."

Your aggressor, Brandon, does not look pleased about this. "Miguel, c'mon, man! I just destroyed this slut here with that Rocket Fuel stuff and now you're telling me I have to leave without even getting any use out of her? What's the point in making the stuff if we ain't gonna use it to punish bitches like this?"

He keeps making gestures towards your exposed body with his hands as he talks about you, showing you off like you were his property. You know better than to try and cover yourself up, though, so you have **** but to let Miguel get a look at your big tits and damp pussy.

The man seems to think for a moment before giving a response. "I have to admit, putting women who think they can be trainers in their place is one of the key goals of Team Rocket's plan... hmm... Ok. We can take the girl with us back to HQ. We'll let the boss decide what to do with her." He pulls a pokeball from the pocket of his white coat. "Abra, get ready to teleport us."

The psychic-type pokemon emerges from the ball and your fear grows even greater; the use of teleporting pokemon like Abra as a means of human transportation was highly regulated by the Pokemon League, due to the ease of which such power could be abused, but clearly Team Rocket don't care about the law, and this Abra could quite easily teleport you into some dungeon where you'd have no chance to escape or let anyone know where you were.

"Wait just a sec," calls Brandon, before Miguel can give the order to his pokemon. "Do you really think the boss will let guys like us anywhere near a hot teenage slut like this when he's seen her? He'll keep her as one of his personal whores and you and me won't even get to look at her again! C'mon, Miguel... don't you want to know what that tight teen cunt feels like? Let's just have a bit of fun with her and then take her back to HQ? What do you say?"

Miguel is clearly torn as his eyes look over your body once again. You want to protest, to try to run away, but you know it will all be in vain; you're completely at the mercy of these two men and it's up to Miguel to decide your fate...