At Erika's Mercy

Your hands are quickly exploring the bound gym leader. Her tongue dances with your own. You can feel the hazy effects on your mind, but despite your mind screaming for a retreat your body refuses. Whatever **** Erika hit you with is stopping you from leaving, your body craving the sexual gratification.

You straddle her leg, grinding your gushing sex against her thigh. Your fingers fumble with your pants as you blindly make out with her. She laughs as you quickly toss your pants aside, leaning in to kiss at her nipples. “You know I’d be able to participate if you freed my hands,” she suggests.

“Mmmhmm free hands,” you moan around her budding nipple, your bare pussy presses against her thigh.

“You silly slut. Cut the webs,” she commands.

You shiver at the sternness. You know you shouldn’t free her, that if you cut the webs she’ll overpower you easily. But none of your knowledge really matters, you’re not exactly in control of yourself. Your fingers tug at the webbing, the rest of your lust filled body continuing its ****.

The webs refuse to give in to your distracted plucking. Your lips explore the helpless woman’s body, the helpless woman who also seems to be in charge. Are your friends okay? Did Jack and Yuruki win their battles? Did John and Daisy get away?

“You useless whore,” she grunts. “Give me that pokeball,” she nods towards the ball she dropped earlier. Your body moves on its own, she nudges it with her nose and releases a Parasect. “Cut me free.” The pokemon follows through, its pincers easily cut through the web and frees Erika from her bindings.

You whimper as her freed hands grab you by your hair. She grapples you to the ground, pinning you down. Your hips hump the air, **** for any stimulation. “You poor stupid slut,” she says running a finger along your aching slit. “Don’t you know? Whores don’t get to come first,” she pulls her hand away, a needy whimper escapes you.

She finishes undoing the front of her wrap, her dress now draping over her like a robe. She pins your wrists to the floor with her legs as she positions herself over your face. She hovers just out of reach, her puffy lips taunting you, teasing you with a promise of sex. You strain against her, reaching, your tongue extended to its limit. You can feel the pain in your arms and shoulders grow as you strive for even just a taste.

Erika laughs at your struggles, lowering just enough for your tongue to tickle her. You look down as you feel her grip your shirt, her fingers poke through the holes left by the bubblebeam. With a rip, your shirt falls apart, she pushes aside the cups of your bra. You gasp as she twists your pierced nipples, she slams down on your face.

You hungrily lick, your tongue runs through her sweet folds. Her taste fills your mouth, your tongue fills her sex. The both of you grind your hips, hers against your face, yours against the air. She plays with the barbells, teasing your nipples, squeezing your breasts. You moan into her pussy, as she continues to **** your chest.

A shock of pleasure rolls through your body as she walks her fingers down your stomach, each step of her fingers inches closer to your hungry sex. She slaps your thighs, gripping your legs, her fingers digging into your flesh as she drags back up to your hips. The anticipation builds as she plays with you, dancing around the area.

Until she finally presses a single digit against your wet pussy. Pleasure shoot through your body like electricity. You buck your hips, trying to get another taste of ecstasy. She pulls away, laughing at your eagerness, “You greedy little slut.” She wiggles her hips reminding you of your responsibility.

You redouble your efforts, your body and instincts taking charge to please Erika. Your thoughts still drift to your friends, and escaping Team Rocket.

As you continue your efforts to devour her, she fingers slowly return. Your pleasure builds as she teases you, never letting your orgasm come. The motion of her hips gives you hope that she’s close.

Her moans echo off the walls. Where her legs have you pinned, you can feel her legs quiver. She rises off your face, still keeping your arms pinned. Your face is sticky with her juices, her taste on your lips. She has you teetering on the edge of release, her fingers toying with your most sensitive area.

You whimper, “Please.”

“You think you deserve this?” she laughs. “For that pathetic job? I did most of the work riding your face, a pillow could’ve done your job.”

She has you hanging on the edge of release, your orgasm being flaunted before you. “Please,” you beg again. Your **** mind pleads for release, your rational mind hopes it will free you.

Her laughter taunts you. “Please,” she mocks your needy tone. “How pathetic. I shouldn’t reward you for trespassing. But I do like watching sluts squirm.” She taps her finger against your mound, pondering her choice, each tap sending jolts through you. “Ah, why not?” she laughs, your climax teetering on her whims.

She quickly slaps your sex, the jolt being just enough to push you over. Your body contracts, moans pass through your lips. She stands up, leaving you free, free to seize on the floor. “About time you lot showed up,” she said.

You watch from the floor, your body still twitches from your powerful orgasm. Erika wrapped herself again, covering her body from your view. You see a group of Team Rocket members enter the area. Your hopes of escaping slip away as a group of men circle you.

“Black Jack is on his way, 20 minutes and then deliver her to his office,” Erika tells the men. You gulp staring up at them. Their grins terrify you. Your orgasm has sapped your strength, but even if you could walk, let alone run, right now, you’d have a hard time escaping the ring of men.