He seems... Different?

You wince. You had hoped that he might be too shy or anxious to actually claim sex from you, or perhaps, you know, just turn out to actually be a nice person, but it seems that was too much to hope for.

"My name is Duncan." He announces, dropping his shorts and pants, to reveal a somewhat smaller cock than you're used to from your times with Blue and Baz.

Well, that's one piece of good news, at least. Even if he decides to get rough, he's not going to be turning you inside-out in the same way that those guys were able to.

He clearly intends to fuck you right here in the middle of this T-junction. How degrading.

Anyone could come by and see me...

A lump appears in your throat.

Anyone could come by and get in line to fuck me next. Or even worse, it could be Jamie and Marcella.

If those two were to spot you being fucked, they would know that you were out of useable Pokemon, and then Jamie would challenge you without needing to risk his Pokemon's energy... And then Marcella would likely follow through on her threat of doing something really gross to you. Involving her urine.

"M-my name is Amber." You stammer anxiously. "Um, hey, why don't we take this into the bushes? It'll be more, err, intimate that way."

Duncan looks over at the bushes you are pointing too, and then up to the sky.

"No thanks. Lighting is better for my phone here. I want to get some good shots." He decides, non-chalantly. And then he starts snapping a few more photos of you.

FUCK! This can't be happening!

"Hey, what happened to your anxious talking? Your borderline stutter? Your, well, your shyness?" You challenge him, suspicious. The dude had seemed like a pushover when he first challenged you, and how he's way too comfortable taking charge like this.

"Oh yeah, I find it really difficult to talk to girls." He admits. "Always have."

"Right, well, if you haven't noticed, I'm still a girl." You point out.

"Well, yeah, but also, not really." He points out.

"Um, hello? Yes I am." You say, very confused.

"When I say I struggle to talk to girls, I mean real ones. Ones who can reject me, and call me pathetic, and I'm powerless to stop them. Where as you are more like... At home, I have this full size body pillow with a sexy photo of Erika on it. And, well, she has to do whatever I say. She doesn't get to choose. And now that I've beaten you in a Pokemon battle, you're more like that."

"I'm like a body pillow?" You ask, in disbelief. This fucking nerd. "I'm just an object?!"

"I mean pretty much, yeah. As long as I don't actually seriously harm you, I'm totally allowed to do whatever I want." Duncan shrugs casually. "Like just now, you wanted to go in the bushes, and I didn't. But everything is up to me, so we're not in the bushes."

You feel a little sick, and more than a little rage. You clench your fists and shake on the spot, wishing that anything he said wasn't ostensibly true, so that you could say something to argue back.

But in the end, the only thing you can think of to say in reply is a pathetic "That's not very nice."

"Don't disrespect me." Duncan warns you quietly.

"Disrespect YOU? You're the one calling me an object." You point out. "And maybe, now that you've hurt my feelings, maybe now I'll make you do all the work. Sure, I have to submit to you, but I don't have to actively help you **** me."

Duncan frowns. "I don't think it's sensible to piss me off. You can either strip naked, yourself, or I can rip your clothes off, and then you'll have nothing left to wear."

You gulp. He's completely right. Everything he's saying is, unfortunately, totally normal for a man in his position, and everything you're saying must seem completely out of character for a young woman who has chosen to become a Pokemon trainer, and who is proudly walking around with used condoms tucked into her shorts.

You think back to what you had decided this morning - that you should try and lean into the slut act, when it could be helpful. Have you made a mistake not doing that now? And is it too late?

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding! God, you should have seen your face!" You wave a hand dismissively towards him, as if he is the unamused target of a hilarious joke, and you're trying to clear the air.

"You were?" He's frowning with confusion now.

"Totally! Of course I understand what's happening here. And I want to make this fun for both of us. So, why don't I help you get those sexy photos you want?"

You start slowly pulling your shorts down as sexily as you can manage with zero experience, trying to maintain eye contact with him (or his phone) as you do.

"Nice." He says calmly, and takes several more photos.

You turn around to give him a view of your ass in nothing but a thong, as you shimmy your shorts further down your legs.

Nothing the world hasn't seen already. You repeat to yourself in your head, as you allow the perv to capture your curves.

"You know, we really should hop into the bushes after you've got your photos, though." You say as casually as you can, while trying to hypnotize him with the gentle swaying of your hips. "We wouldn't want our, err, 'session' to be interrupted by other people joining in. And what if someone challenges you to another Pokemon battle while we are still busy? You'd have to stop before you were ready."

"I hadn't thought of that." He admits. "This is all new to me."

"Sometimes it's worth listening to your fucktoys." You coo naughtily. "They might have some good advice for you. The longer we wait here, the higher the chance you get challenged before you even get to stick it in me. But as soon as we're in the bushes, we're safe."

"And then I'll have all the time in the world to break you." Duncan nods in agreement.

"To... break... me?" You can't help but drop the act for a moment, and sound genuinely anxious.

"My dad taught me that if a Pokeslut gives me disrespect, it's my job to make her regret it. And you already disrespected me earlier, so now I'm going to break your spirit."

You're quickly losing all desire to pretend to be a slut. "Come on... Can't we do something that is great for both of us?" You ask desperately.

"Dad says that a slut's pleasure is unimportant."

"Your dad sounds like a real piece of work." You spit.

"My dad warned me about two-faced sluts like you." Duncan says proudly. "So now I know exactly what to do. Now get on your hands and knees and pull down your thong, so I can get a few more photos before we start."

"I can't believe YOU are calling ME two-faced." You complain, but you obey him, wanting to get off the path and into the bushes even more than he does.

"Hold up a peace sign, and look at the camera." Duncan barks the instruction.

How is this the same guy who could hardly string a sentence together when he first approached me?! You ask yourself in disbelief, as you find yourself still obeying his commands.

With a flash, Duncan captures your moment of **** but obedient submission.

"That's good." Duncan says, apparently unconcerned about your grouchy expression. "Now strip off everything, but leave the hat."

As you follow his orders, you can't help but wonder what your dad would think if he could see you now, down to nothing but the 'lucky' hat he gave you, preparing to submit your body to this gross guy's whims.

"Please, let's get this over with." You grumble, gathering all your belongings into your hands.

"I'll lead the way." Duncan announces, and then he confidently leads you into the bushes.

I'll never let you 'break' me, you piece of shit. You stare daggers into Duncan's back as you follow him into the foliage.