Escape

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

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Stripper Slut Emilia – This is bad! I’ve gotta get away!

• Two huge, heaving, porcelain melons
• A pussy that’s quickly conceding to Surge’s tongue

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VS

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Stripper Slut Surge – This sweet pussy is mine until I’m done putting you in your place!

• The biggest dumptruck ass in the Pokemon League
• A dominant tongue, deep in your delicious honeypot

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“G-Get off of me you dyke!” you command. You try to pull yourself away from Surge’s mouth, but your arms suddenly feel like wet pasta. Your mind may still be angry, but your body is already willing to humiliate you just to satisfy your slutty lust that’s been growing since you saw Surge shaking her ass on stage.

The blonde’s cheekbones rise with the telltale signs of a smile. She can tell she has you on the ropes, though you’re not sure if it was your soaking, trembling crotch or your sweet, uncontrollable moans that gave it away. The embarrassment and shame only makes things worse, as if getting your pussy licked by a lesbian hellbent on making you orgasm wasn’t bad enough! Your slit is spilling girl juices nonstop, like a waterfall to honor the massive ego of this massive brat and her magical tongue. You have to get away. It’s the only way! You dredge up the last of your strength and thrash around in Surge’s grip, hoping to somehow dislodge her, or break free, or something! Unfortunately, your own thrashing is completely overshadowed by the thrashing of her tongue in your cunt. “Oh god! Oh fuck! I can’t… take it…! *FUUUUUUUUCK!!!*”

The dam breaks, and you descend into a gushing orgasm all over your opponent’s tongue. Spasms take over your whole body, robbing you of the strength to even continue your pointless struggles to break free. Surge, on the other hand, softly giggles into your pussy as she continues eating you out, and the vibrations into your pussy lips make your hips jolt embarrassingly. Yet, nothing is more embarrassing than the crowd cheering for Surge, the clear winner in your petty women’s spat. The humiliation of picking a fight on stage, then losing a completely one-sided battle, is one that you won’t be forgetting anytime soon. The people encourage Surge to continue, and she waves to them with one hand, no longer needing to keep you in place as she dominates you with her tongue alone. The pussy juices keep coming, the shame keeps coming, and worst of all, you keep cumming. As a typical stripper, all you can do is dance, only this time on Surge’s tongue instead of the stage. All that pent-up anger, frustration, and arousal results in two straight minutes of the most degrading orgasm you can remember…

Surge finally lifts her head and wipes her mouth, as though having just finished an especially messy meal. “Thanks for the taste, whore. It’s a shame this isn’t my Gym, or I’d have you in a uniform for sure after that shameful performance.” She silently looms over you for a moment, leaving you to simmer in a shameful afterglow under her piercing, arrogant gaze. Well, you’re not mad anymore… It’s like a wash of humiliation and girlcum extinguished all your anger from earlier, and it took an awful lot of your dignity along with it…

The blonde soon gets to her feet, grabs your ankles, pulls them vertically upwards, and then plants her foot directly on top of your soaked, throbbing pussy. “Guess I’ll just have to settle for grinding you so far beneath my heel that you’ll never forget who’s in charge!”

You yelp, staring up at her in wide-eyed disbelief. Sh-She’s going this far!? She rubs her foot up and down the length of your pussy lips, and your traitorously dumb body interprets it as pleasure! You can’t escape from under Surge’s heel, but something about this position shuts down any thought of escape anyway. After all, you already lost to her in a battle of sexual prowess, and it wasn’t even close. After proving yourself to be the worse woman, this somehow feels deserved. Your slutty, inferior body is unreliable here, so you’ll have to use your words if you want to get out of this.

“P-Please, I’m sorry Surge! You had your fun, and I lost! Please just let me go!”

The victorious blonde looks down at you while wearing a broad, toothed grin, her eyes full of delight. “And why should I show any mercy to you when you won’t even address me properly!?” She lightly bounces her foot on your bare crotch, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make a wet plopping sound. Your tunnel, embarrassingly, gives up more pussy juices in thanks for this mistreatment. “Besides, this pathetic pussy seems to think I’m giving it a reward. After it was so cooperative, I think I’ll indulge it a bit.”

Lieutenant Surge slides her foot up and down the length of your lips, her soft skin feeling better than you ever imagined a foot could feel. The unfamiliar sensation stokes an especially shameful fire in your gut, and the taboo feeling of getting erotically stepped on causes your pleasure to soar. The more she coaxes your cunt into burbling out love juices, the more you start to suspect that she’s good at this, and you’re on the receiving end of a lot of practice.

“*AH!* Ohhhh… *AHHH!* Noooooo…” you whine, voice full of heat and helplessness.

“What’s the matter, Cow Tits? You gonna cum all over my foot like some kinda deviant? Before you do, address me correctly, you dumb broad.”

“Lieutenant Surge! Please! D-Don’t *AHH!* Don’t make me cum!”

“Request denied, Emilia. I’m gonna make sure you remember that, when it comes to fucking hot girls, you’re a hundred years away from competing with me. Hell, you might have the weakest pussy in all of Kanto!”

Surge quickly shlicks her foot up and down your cunt, aided by the generous amount of girl juices **** out of you. Just when you think that’s the worst of your worries, she starts thrumming your clit with her toe. “*FUCK!*” you cry suddenly, your eyes rolling back in your head. You shake your head back and forth, but, like everything you’ve done against the lieutenant, it’s in vain.

“CUM, WHORE!” Lieutenant Surge orders.

“YES MA’AM!!!” Girlcum squirts from your slit on demand, eliciting another round of applause from the judgmental onlookers. They undoubtedly view you as nothing but a worthless whore who involuntarily orgasms, rather than a pokemon trainer. You do everything to prove them right, moaning desperately as you quiver and cum beneath the better woman’s heel. You’re not sure if your self-respect can get any lower, but Lieutenant Surge is determined to find out as she starts aggressively tapping her foot against you, effectively spanking your cunt with her foot and interrupting the otherwise constant stream of femjuice.

“Thaaaat’s it, Recruit,” she smugly commands. “Show everyone who gives the orders, and who obeys them.” Just by continuing to cum, you obey her and demonstrate for the crowd how fit you are for taking commands. Her sadistic smile only grows from watching you debase yourself against your will. When this pipsqueak gets serious, she’s actually… kinda scary…

The pleasure eventually dies down, but the aftershocks of pleasure and shame keep you twitching. The lieutenant mercifully releases your ankles, allowing gravity to take over and bring your legs to the ground with a thud. Having been bested and disgraced so thoroughly, only two words comes to mind. “I’m sorry…”

Suddenly, Surge’s face lights up with a warm and friendly smile, completely unlike that savage look from early. “It’s all water under the bridge, slut. We’re both stuck in this predicament, so we oughta try to get along, yeah?”

…Quick to anger, quick to forgive, huh? You wish you’d known that trick before she mopped the floor with you.

Surge continues. “Speaking of which, I’ve got a little water under the bridge myself. You’ll take care of it, right?” Before waiting for an answer, Surge sits her wet, sweltering pussy against yours and pulls your leg against her body, preparing to trib against your soaked, exhausted pussy. Fuck.