Paying the Price

You stand there staring at her crotch, in disbelief at what you’d just heard. This stunning and slightly scary girl is claiming the sexual forfeit from you. “Well, it’s not going to lick itself,” she motions towards her groin, and you notice a pair of tattoos on her inner thigh. Her devilish grin lighting a fire deep inside of you. Best to just get it over with, you get down on your knees and feel the grass tickling your skin. You lean in about to touch your tongue to her sex when you feel her finger press against your forehead, “Why don’t we pop that top before you get started.”

You freeze up, your anger tells you to fight back but your experience as a trainer, not to mention your years dealing with Blue, tells you that you just need to suck it up. “God, you’re a slow one huh?” she snickers while slipping her shoe off running her bare foot up and under your shirt. Your shirt rising up breaks your frozen status, you scrunch your face pulling your shirt and sports bra off in one fell swoop. “See that’s not so hard,” she says slapping her foot against your bare chest. You feel her foot rub against your arm, “Princess Cock Gobbler? I thought you were a snatch bandit.”

You want to fight back, but you know that the league rules put you under the victor’s command. And this woman looks like the type to make things worse for you if you resist. “I-” you start before she interrupts you.

“Actually don’t care, now dig in,” she says patting her pubic mound. You get a good look at her tattoos, they’re the boulder and cascade badges. Is this the new trend? You run your tongue along her pussy, taking in her taste. You follow the familiar motions, looking up at the mystery woman you’re surprised to see her stoic face. Just looking at her you’d never know she was being eaten out, except that it was your tongue running along her sex.

“Is that your best? I feel bad for your girl,” she laughs pushing your face hard against her crotch. You pick up your pace, slipping your fingers into her while teasing her clit. You get the first sign of acknowledgment from her. She pulls out her phone ignoring you once again. She types away, laughing at whatever she’s looking at. After a while, you hear the camera sound go off. Great, another picture of you in a sexually compromised position.

You keep at it, but besides a couple moans you’ve received next to no signs that you’re even getting close to getting her off. Her sex pulls away from you as she sits upright, “Well, it’s been fun but I’ve got places to be and it’s obvious this isn’t happening.” She stands up smoothing her skirt, and packing up her collapsible chair, “Plus I don’t want to hold up the line any more than I already have.”

The line? You gulp before turning around to see a gathered crowd. Your battle against the woman left you whited out, you have **** but to forfeit to all of these trainers. “Hope you’re better at pleasing men,” she says crouching down in your face. She kisses you, pushing her tongue into your mouth. You can feel her piercing bounce around your mouth. “Have fun boys!” she calls out turning to walk away.

“Hey what if we want to challenge you?” a trainer calls out from the crowd.

She stops to face the men, “You can try, but be warned I’ll easily mop the floor with all of you. Then without a battle ready pokemon, you won’t be able to claim this little ‘Cock Gobbler.’” She grabs your cheeks forcing your mouth into an open fish mouth. “Now who wants to risk it?”

The crowd murmurs. You start to wonder how you missed the sound of so many men gathering. You must have been deafened by the anger rising up inside of you. Or just so focused on the woman’s seemingly nonexistent pleasure. The crowd falls silent signaling that nobody wishes to battle the punk girl. “Cool, then you all have fun with her,” she pushes you to the ground. You push yourself back up, catching a final glimpse of her ponytail swaying with each step before the men encircle you blocking your view of the raven haired bully.

They start pulling out their cocks. Even with the first cock in your mouth, you can’t get the mystery punk girl out of your head. The men behind you start pulling your shorts down. The crowd takes you from both ends. Who was she? You didn’t even get her name. Being the first of many, the cock in your mouth throbs shooting a hot load down your throat.

By the time each of the men have had their turn the sun is starting to set. Each of your holes filled with cum, your hair and skin painted in their seed. You do your best to wipe yourself down, but you can still feel your clothes sticking to your body from missed jizz. Whatever, you can just shower when you get back to the pokecenter. You grab your bag and make the journey back to town.