Hazel in 'The Saffron Gym'

Author's note: I'm working on a branch about a trainer named Hazel, but I don't think it's going to get to the Saffron Gym any time soon, so I thought I'd post this as a spinoff.
Please think of this as a happy heartwarming story about lesbian BDSM.

Your name is Hazel. You're a pokemon trainer from Pallet Town, and this is your sixth badge.

Normally you're not too bothered by losing. Often you seek it out. Losing leads to sex, and sex is great! But the sixth gym is the Saffron Gym. The Psychic Gym. Sabrina's gym. Sabrina's gym is different.

Sabrina is weird. She's mostly expressionless, even during forfeits. Her outfit is black leather with gaps of exposed skin. Even her hands are gloved. She carries a whip, and she's very willing to use it. Sabrina is, in a word, a dominatrix, and not a friendly one.

The Pokemon League has a forfeit rule: female trainers that lose a match have to perform a forfeit, which is almost always sexual. Male trainers are exempt. Sabrina has tried to change the rule several times, to let gym leaders claim forfeits from men as well. Thus far she's not been successful. So male trainers can battle her with little risk, but the female trainers that lose to her are hers to play with.

You give a little involuntary shiver as you think about it. You're not sure you want to be Sabrina's to play with. You've watched the videos of her past victories, and nearly all of them cum when she's done with them. But still. Pain isn't your kink.

The other part is the special gym rules. Every trainer who fights in the Saffron Gym wears a device called a vibrator. Women wear it in the pussy, men in the ass. It's always on, but it runs especially hard if your pokemon faints. These devices are illegal across most of Kanto -- something about the League wanting to encourage forfeits rather than masturbation -- so you haven't been able to try one for yourself. But you've heard they can be distracting.

The other special gym rule is the throw time. Normally, if your pokemon is knocked out, you have twenty seconds to throw another. Here, it's down to five seconds, or you forfeit the match. Sabrina wins a lot of matches off trainers who are too distracted to throw.

But you've trained for this. You've done battles where your opponent distracts you. Your rival Blue, in particular, prefers to duel with you while his hand is down your pants. You've even won that way, a couple of times.

So you sit in the Saffron Gym waiting room, with the vibrator device under your clothes, taped right up against your most sensitive spot. It's honestly not bad at all. There's a male trainer next to you, but he doesn't seem interested in a challenge. He looks uncomfortable. He's probably not used to where his own vibrator device is installed.

"Trainer Hazel," calls the receptionist. "Sabrina is ready for you now."

Your heart skips a beat. It's time.

You walk out the door and into the arena. Sabrina stands under one spotlight, with her leather and her whip, looking frankly terrifying. You stand in the other.

"Hi!" you say. "I'm Hazel! Wow, this vibrator thing isn't so bad, so far!"

"I haven't turned it on yet," Sabrina tells you. It's not quite her trademark monotone -- you detect a faint hint of amusement. But it's close.

She pushes a button on a remote, and suddenly it moves. It vibrates. And you should have been expecting it, you really should have, but you weren't ready for quite how strong it would be. You leap into the air with an undignified yelp that turns into a breathy moan halfway through.

"Not everyone likes the Saffron Gym," Sabrina reminds the crowd, "but this is a step on your journey. A pokemon is nothing without a trainer's will to guide it. We do not fight with our pokemon, Hazel. We fight with our mind."

You're not fighting anything at the moment, except for maybe gravity. Your legs have gone wobbly and there's nothing to lean on. You sink to your knees and try to control your breathing. The crowd has gone silent.

Sabrina's vibrator is on, too. You can hear it from here, buzzing faintly. It doesn't seem to be bothering her. "Hazel! Show me the strength of your will!"

A gong echoes. Sabrina throws a pokeball. "Kadabra!" she shouts.

Holy fuck. Vibrators are amazing.

But you're not going to let this thing distract you. You refuse. It's just a vibrator, you tell yourself. Just a vibrator. You've had worse.

You close your eyes and steady yourself. Just a vibrator. You're okay. You're --

A whistle blows. Sabrina's voice calls: "Hazel has not thrown a pokemon, so she forfeits the match!"

Fuck.

The vibrator shuts off. What? No!

You look up, and Sabrina is standing over you. "I can see that you need more training, Hazel," she tells you. "Strip."

Fuck.