POV Shift: Misty

(Author's Note: Found some time to do a bit of writing! This is my first perspective shift; I don't know how much I'll use them going forward (probably nowhere near as much as the likes of Sarckle and Bigbop, who use them really effectively in their branches) but it's nice to have the option, and it made sense here to switch to Misty's POV to get some (somewhat ****) exposition as to what's actually happening in this tower. And for her to get face-fucked lol. Sorry Misty. Hope the change in POV isn't too jarring as I've only used Amber's perspective up to this point. Also while it doesn't go TOO far this is the darkest chapter I've written in a while, so be aware of that if that's not your thing.)

Your heart races with panic as you desperately try to squirm out of the stranger's grip, to no avail; he just tightens his grasp on you and continues to drag you down the long staircase. All the swimming you do has ensured that you're far from weak, but whoever your assailant is he's clearly a grown man, and a girl of your small stature is never realistically going to be able to overpower him; heck, you're so short that even Amber has a few inches on you. Amber... Amber will save me, just like she did with that Blue guy... You try to cling onto that hope, even as images of your friend being shrouded in that strange ghostly mist fill your head. Why did we have to come here? Everything had been going so right up until now. Only in your wildest dreams had you ever imagined a girl as stunningly hot as Amber taking you with her on a journey away from your horrible sisters, and indulging in all your sexual fantasies along the way. Those dreams had, staggeringly, come true, but now this foolhardy decision to enter the haunted Pokémon Tower is looking to turn them into a nightmare. Amber's bravery is one of the many things you admire about her, and you yourself obviously want to help out the people of Lavender Town, but approaching things so recklessly is proving to be a bad idea.

You hear the man grunt in pain as he takes another step down the stairs, and you suddenly have a chance. He's got an injured leg. You waste no time, using all of your strength to kick out at his knees with both of your feet. "Fuck!" he cries out in pain, and tries to steady himself, but to no avail. He tumbles down the last few stairs, still clinging onto you as you land on top of his body, looking up at the dank ceiling of Pokémon Tower's basement. The impact of the landing causes him to release his grip, and you manage to wriggle free from him, hurriedly getting to your feet and charging for the stairs. "Tangela, now!" he yells, and you feel something wrap itself around your slim waist, stopping you in your tracks. You desperately claw at the tentacular vine, but it's no use; it pulls you back into the basement, all the way into the corner opposite the stairs where the Tangela itself stands. The grass-type pokémon shoots out more vines, and they wrap around your legs, causing you to fall onto your knees before it shoots out more to bind your hands.

"Let me go!" you scream, struggling in vain against your restraints. "You can't use your pokémon against me like that, you fucking-" The words die in your throat as the man gets up and turns around to face you, giving him a proper look at him for the first time. He has dark hair and glasses, and is wearing a torn white coat, but it's what's underneath that that raises your levels of fear: a black top, with the unmistakeable logo of Team Rocket on the front. You had heard the news stories about this terrorist group, and their aims to reduce the status of women to mere sexual objects for their own use, but you'd never taken the threat of them too seriously, assuming that it would never effect you personally and that the police would deal with them eventually anyway. Just like when Blue had **** you to ride that dildo for him, you are **** to acknowledge just how sheltered you'd been in your position as a Gym Leader. Sure, you'd had to have a lot of battles against fat, ugly, or small-dicked men, the ones that your sisters had no interest in battling themselves, and sure, you'd had to let them fuck you on the occasions that you lost, but at least you'd always been prepared for it beforehand; it was nothing compared to what women seemed to have to deal with out here in the wider world. The fact that Amber had survived this long was a testament to her skill as a trainer and the strength of her will. Meanwhile I'm just someone she has to rescue constantly...

The Team Rocket member approaches you slowly, dragging his bad leg along behind him. "You little bitch," he spits, his voice surprisingly level but the fury evident on his face. "Trying to resist like that. You should know your place." He makes it to you and leans in to get a good look at your face, and you desperately try to turn away, but it's no use with Tangela restraining you. "Ah," he says, a look of recognition on his face. "You're the Cerulean brat, aren't you? Makes sense that a Gym Leader would be sent to deal with this mess." He adjusts his glasses. "That explains the attitude. Gym Leaders all think they're above everyone else, even the women. At least your sisters have the brains to know that pleasuring men is all they're good for." His steel grey eyes roam over your body and your eyes widen with panic as see a bulge start to form in his pants. "A lot of the men at HQ fantasise about fucking your sisters, you know that? But I always found you more interesting. Sure, you don't have the looks that they do, but breaking bitchy girls like you and turning them into sluts has always appealed to me..."

"P-please don't!" you beg, all the false bravado gone out of you. You feel yourself start to tear up; the way this man is talking about you like an object makes your skin crawl, and the idea of him having his way with you is just too much. "Please just let me go and find my friend and get out of here! I won't tell anyone that I saw you here, I swear!"

The man looks at your pleading face, and then down at the tent in his pants, and looks frustrated. "Dammit, Miguel... you were supposed to just take her potions, heal Kadabra, and get out of here." He shakes his head and takes a couple of steps back from you. "I suppose it can't be helped. That gas must be affecting me more than I realised..." You have no idea what he's talking about, but his intentions become clear as he starts to undo his belt. You let out an involuntary whimper, and his gaze returns to you. "You have my sympathies," he says, not sounding sympathetic at all. "None of this was supposed to happen. If I had been leading this mission, instead of that idiot Proton then none of it would have happened."

You try to struggle against your vine restraints, desperately wanting to get out of this horrible situation, but you find no success. If the man, evidently named Miguel, notices your pitiful escape attempts, he doesn't acknowledge them, seeming more interested in his bitter diatribe against his Team Rocket superiors. "We were sent here to test a new type of Rocket Fuel: a gaseous variant that could be effective on ghost-type pokémon," he continues. "By enhancing their abilities to conceal themselves and possess humans, we could have government officials and police doing our bidding. But nothing was working, and then that damn fool Proton, in his desperation to please the boss, decided to try everything, including mixing in one of our other chemicals: an aphrodisiac and sexual performance-enhancer. I tried to use my pokémon to stop him, knowing the potential consequences of what he was doing, but he knocked my Kadabra out with his Arcanine and then..." He lets his trousers fall to his ankles and pulls down his boxers, revealing his thick, seven-inch cock, but also a nasty-looking burn scar on his left knee. "And then he turned the damn beast on me!"

Miguel's face, which had been a bit of an emotionless mask up until this point, suddenly contorts into a maniacal grin, and it's all you can do to stop yourself screaming in terror. "And then the fucking moron released the gas on the ghost pokémon! Suddenly everyone, our Rocket members, the women from the tower we'd taken prisoner, everyone became possessed by completely invisible ghosts with a newfound purpose: sexual pleasure. Their bodies started altering, their minds entirely consumed by lust as they essentially started a mass hypnotised orgy." Oh God... You remember the purple gas descending on Amber. Oh no no no… "It was all I could do to escape down into the basement and keep my sanity," Miguel continues. "Gas lighter than air naturally floats upwards, so pokémon such as Gastly dwell on the upper floors of the tower. I was aware of that information, as a scientist. That's why I should have been leading this mission! ME!" An even darker expression crosses his face. "For days I've been stuck down here, not having the strength to get away, just hoping I could grab a wandering trainer who came into the tower and get some healing items for Kadabra so I could teleport out of here. But I did not imagine the trainer I grabbed would be a woman, and a Gym Leader bitch no less. So, I really have ****... but to have some fun with you first..."

He advances towards you, his libido seemingly allowing him to ignore the effects of his injury as he shoves his disgusting cock in your face, your **** kneeling position making it easy for him to line it up with your mouth. You know you should just willingly submit and make things easier, but a combination of fear, disgust, and the stubbornness that comes with being a little sister mean that you keep your mouth closed tight, denying him entrance. Miguel doesn't take kindly to this, and degradingly slaps you across both of your cheeks with his cock, hard. "Open up, bitch, or I'll use my belt next time," he growls, and that immediately overrides your pathetic attempt at resistance. You open your mouth and he rams his cock inside, grabbing your ponytail and using it as a handle to manoeuvre your head, forcing his cock in all the way to the base.

"Glllkkkk...!" You gag as you feel his dick invade your throat; there was no preparation time for this, no slow build-up, he just went straight to violating your mouth. He starts to thrust all the way in and out of you like your mouth is an onahole for his personal use, as you desperately fight to control your breathing. Tears start to flow down your cheeks; this isn't the first time you've been facefucked, but the speed, size and brutality of Miguel as well as the terror of this situation is making it feel ten times worse than any time after a gym battle, even the times your sisters had watched and laughed at you. "Gakkk...! Gllkkkk...! Gakkkkkk...!" You're beyond humiliated by the noises you keep making as you're **** to deepthroat him, but you can't control them, any more than you can prevent the drool that's leaking out from your mouth around his cock, dribbling down to the floor, some of it landing on your clothes.

"Mmm...!" Miguel moans, taking his cock out of your mouth for a far-too-brief second in order to give you a chance to breathe before ramming it back in. "You're a... lesbian, right?" he grunts between thrusts. "That's what the... rumours say anyway... Such a fucking waste... Such a tight throat for... milking cocks..." You moan in protest around his dick, but all that does is add vibrations to give him further pleasure. This treatment continues for a long time; you wonder if he naturally has this level of endurance, or if this is some effect of the gas that he had been talking about before. **** to escape this **** in some way, you close your eyes and try to imagine Amber is the one facefucking you with a dildo or something, but it's no good; the smell and taste of Miguel's cock and the feel of his pubes rubbing against your nose is so disgusting that it completely shatters any fantasy you try to conjure up. Besides, there's no way Amber would ever treat you this brutally... without your prior consent, at least.

Just as you're starting to think you're going to die here, **** to **** on Team Rocket dick in the squalid basement of a cemetery, Miguel finally, mercifully reaches his limit. He pulls out of your mouth, and you have a few brief moments to take in glorious oxygen before your face is covered with the biggest load of semen you've ever seen outside of your sisters sex shows. Ropes and ropes of the sticky fluid hit you, getting in your nose, your mouth, your hair, only avoiding your eyes because you screw them tightly shut. You can feel the cum dripping off your chin and down the front of your top, mingling with the drool and tears that were already there and making you look like a disgusting mess. Your body is racked with sobs as Miguel rubs his spent cock against your face, using you as a cleaning rag to wipe off any of his seed that remained. His cleaning done, he pulls his clothes back up and grabs your bag from your shoulders, taking it off and beginning to rummage through it.

"I'd love to try your ass out next," he says, and a whole new wave of terror washes over you before he continues. "But I really should be getting out of here. Can't exactly take you back to HQ either; a Gym Leader going missing without a trace would attract far too much attention. No, I think I'll just have to leave you here." He finds the healing items he was looking for, one of the few things you did remember to pack, and uses them to restore his Kadabra to full strength before tossing your bag down beside you. "Best of luck to you. Maybe you'll get out of here without getting caught by the ghosts, but I somehow doubt that..." He withdraws his Tangela, causing the vines around you to vanish, allowing you to flop down to the floor in a puddle of your own drool and Miguel's cum. "When we next meet, I hope it is when we of Team Rocket have created the new world we desire," he says. "Perhaps being the only man to report back from this mission will impress the boss enough for him to give you to me as a personal fucktoy..." With those hideous words he sends out Kadabra and commands a Teleport, vanishing as you stare up at the space he'd been standing in. You know you should be getting to your feet, to find help, to rescue Amber, but all you can do is lie there and sob, replaying the horrible **** you'd just taken over and over again in your mind...

That is until Amber's words come back to you. The things she'd said to you after the mindblowing sex you'd had in Rock Tunnel, the words that had made you fall in love with her all over again. "You can be into what you're into, just... just try to remember to separate fantasy and reality. In reality you're not worthless, or a slut, or any of that stuff..." A strange warmth fills you as you think of the words, and of the girl who said them, and you suddenly feel your determination coming back to you. You get back to your knees and wipe some of the cum off your face. Ok Misty, enough moping around. Amber needs you right now, and you're going to be the one to save her this time...