Misty learns her place.

I followed Lars away from the auction stage, past the leering gazes of the audience. I wished I could have stayed, so I could at least know where my friends were going. A deeper part of me knew it was unlikely I would ever see them again, but I held onto the hope we could get out of this.

Lars lead me rather painfully across the arena compound, towards the large colliseum that was the beating heart of the entire place. I knew from the stories that my new home would likely be several stories below ground, in the maze like **** quarters. For such a large pokemon, Lars moved deceptively quick with those big strides of his, and trying to keep up with your hands bound behind your back was very difficult I found. Every few steps he would yank me forward by the chain around my neck, and by the time we entered the actual arena building, I was exhausted trying to keep up.

Eventually, Lars and I arrived on the second or third floor, before a set of decorative doors depicting a battle between busty dragon type pokemon. Lars marched straight in, giving me no time to recover from the brutal walk as he yanked me fully inside the room.

The room was not what I expected. I thought for sure I would see sexual **** devices, cages full of other girls, burly pokemon ready to **** me, anything else other than what I saw. Instead I found that the room was a personal office. It was dominated by a large mahogany desk and an equally large chair behind it. In front of the desk was a long cushioned bench, to which Lars pointed and snapped his fingers. "Sit." He barked.

I did as I was told, sitting down on the bench as he unchained me before walking around to sit at his desk. I massaged my neck and wrists as the snorlax looked at me, his expression unreadable. Finally, he spoke up. "Do you know why you are here, Misty?"

"T-to take part in the s-s-sex battles, Daddy." I answered, the reality of it finally coming to me.

"No," Lars said adamantly. "You're here to get fucked." The large pokemon stood back up and began pacing around me. "The term battle implies that both sides have a chance of winning. You have no chance. Even Cynthia, the best of your lot, has never won a single match. Let that sink in. And do you know why none of you human girls ever win?"

"Because pokemon are stronger, Daddy?" I replied, going with the obvious answer.

A chuckle was what I got as a reply. "Ignorant people think thats why, but they are wrong. You girls never win because you are all sluts." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as Lars' gaze bore into me. "The minute you get a taste of pokemon cock, you human girls lose all inhibition and self control. But you already got a taste of that, didn't you Misty? You were damn near going to fall in love with that mankey just because he stuck his tiny pecker in your ass."

"It wasn't-"

"Let me guess, it wasn't tiny? Please. He is average sized, at best." Lars stepped in front of me and unzipped the front of his pants. "This is what a real cock looks like."