Used by the Rockets

Not given a moments rest, one of the grunts grab you by your hair pulling you back to your knees. Your whole body still shaking from the powerful orgasm. He pulls out his dick with his free hand, pulling your head towards his half erect member. He nestles your head at the base, your tongue instinctively falls from your mouth lapping at his balls. His cock growing against your cheek.

The others paw at your body, pulling your nipples, groping your ass, a finger sliding in your sensitive sex. You moan into the cock. Your hands are guided to a pair of cocks, out of reflex you begin stroking.

The **** is still obviously coursing through you as you eagerly accept the advances of the men. Your mind still distracted by the worry for the others. The man tugs your head back and forth, running your mouth along the side of his cock. He holds you at the end, allowing your tongue to tease his tip.

The rods in your hands throb under your strokes. You’re lifted slightly, someone sliding under you, his erection sliding into you as you’re lowered back down. You moan as you’re filled by the stranger, the cock in your face takes the opportunity to push itself into the back of your mouth.

You gag around the sudden intrusion, his hips thrusting in and out not letting you recover. Your spit runs down your chin. Your breasts are mauled by the group of Rockets. Another orgasm washes over you, as the man under you slams you down on his cock over and over, your body bouncing with each slam.

Your orgasm forces you to moan around your mouthful of cock. He suddenly forces himself all the way into your mouth, his cock throbbing before splattering the back of your throat with his white hot load. You sputter and gag, jets of cum shooting back into your mouth coating your tongue, the rest making its way down your throat. He pulls back, slapping his spit and cum coated cock against your face.

You feel a lubed finger making its way past the entrance of your asshole. While one of the cocks moves from your hand to your mouth. It’s not long before the finger in your ass is replaced by another cock. The three cocks saw in and out of your holes, another in your hand, joined by another taking your free hand.

You feel so full by the combined efforts of the cocks in your ass and pussy. The both of them slamming into your holes. The cock in your hand throbs, and a hot jet of cum splashes against the side of your face. Your eye is **** close, as globs of semen cover your eyelid. He wipes the last dribble of cum in your hair. Another man steps up to take his place.

A load is left in your cunt, rear, mouth, across your chest, your ass again, the carousel of men continue, using which ever hole is available. By the time the queue of men is depleted your left covered in cum, dripping from every orifice, you lay in a crumpled pile on the floor. The exhaustion catching up to you as the effects of the **** begin to fade.

Two men grab you under each arm dragging you between them. Your legs dragging along behind you, your pants gone, your shirt is torn to shreds, and your bra is more of a belt with the straps torn in the course of the action.

You can barely see, your one eye closed to keep the cum out. They drop you in a new room. “Amber, if you wanted to come visit you should’ve just said so,” Black Jack’s voice calls out. You look up, he’s leaning against the front of a desk. The rest of your friends are at your sides. Jack and Daisy are in similar shape to yourself, covered in cum with tattered clothes. John’s eye is swollen, but at least he’s conscious which is more than you can say of Yuruki. The strong athlete is passed out on the floor, her clothes torn and bruises already starting to form across her body, you can see it now she probably fought back the whole time.

Erika sits on a couch off to the side, a woman kneels at her feet a leash and collar connecting her to the gym leader. “Now what am I supposed to do with you?” he asks rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Maybe let’s start with why you’re here.”

The others look to you, but you don’t know what to say. Daisy turns back to Black Jack, “We’re looking for information.”

“Sir, these are the people who followed Ashley the other day,” a grunt speaks up.

Black Jack looks over your group, “Ah, that was you? Amber, I’m hurt I thought we were friends. Why wouldn’t you just ask me about all this?”

“Like you would’ve just told us where to find this Tom Ketchum,” you respond.

The Rockets in the room laugh with Black Jack, “Probably but obviously we aren’t as close as I thought. But maybe we can make a deal,” he says with a devilish grin. We remain silent, “Usually after the Rookie Tournament we swoop in and pay a lot of money to the qualifying rookies to attend a special party for our rich benefactors.”

“You want to whore us out for info,” Jack growls in disgust.

“Not just info, there’s also the privilege of walking out of here today,” he snarls, the threat coming through clearly. You didn’t really have a choice in the matter. “So do we have a deal?”

The group looks between each other, a silent agreement being reached. “Fine,” you concede.

With a clap of his hands, Black Jack walks around his desk. “Then we’ll see you at the Post-Tournament Party. All FIVE of you,” he says glancing at Yuruki’s passed out form. “Then after the festivities, I’ll gladly give you the information you’re after.” He gestures to the corner where the wall opens to reveal an elevator. “Oh and don’t even consider going to the authorities, your limiters have all been altered. Sure we turned the levels down, but it’s still illegal to tamper with them.”

John picks up Yuruki and carries her into the elevator. The rest of you support each other as you hobble in with them. The elevator opens into the alley behind the Game Corner. You make your way to the pokecenter, ignoring the stares and whispers as people notice your disheveled state.