Flee the oncoming swarm.

You don't like the sound of a whole club of bug catchers knowing where you are, the forest you found so peaceful only moments before now feels dark and presses in around you. You head flicks left and right as you begin to walk away quickly when you turn to see the Bug Catcher still following you and break out into a run. As you dash down the forest path, you look back again to see you have put a fair bit of distance between you and the bug catcher, you keep looking around as you run and your sure you see another bug catcher crashing out of the forest off to your left but you don't stick around to find out.

The next time you look behind you, you see that a total of three Bug Catchers are now chasing you, and although your lungs are starting to hurt, the sight of them motivates you to move faster. The path has several bends and turns, before each one you look back and see them lagging further and further behind. You round the last bend and see the guard house that marks the entrance to Pewter City and give a sigh of relief.

Your sure your out of the woods, until you see the four trainers in familiar safari hats blocking the path ahead, you turn to run the other way, but the trainer you beat and two others block your path. You start to panic, they have caught you, just like one of there bugs. You look around for somewhere to run, somewhere to hide, but its too late, you can already hear there shouted challenges.

Your hands are trembling, your going to lose, and you know it, the only real question now is how many of them can you beat before the others claim you as there prize, you can't hide your obvious fear as there grinning faces surround you, the trainer you beat has his phone out ready to record the whole thing, seems he assumes your loss is a forgone conclusion too.

"1vs1? one pokémon each?" you ask hoping to even the odds.

"Fat chance, get ready, I am going first." says a trainer with 5 pokémon on his belt.

You groan, this looks bad, his first pokémon is a Weedle. When you send out your Kakuna the trainer laughs at you "Dumb pokéslut! Don't you know wild Kakuna don't even know how to attack!" he laughs, but his smile fades when your Kakuna fires its first poison stinger, it takes a few hits but his Weedle falls without problem, same as the Caterpie he sends out next, his smile is completely gone when your Kakuna also beats his second Weddle. It clear how he learn that wild Kakuna don't attack first hand when his last two pokémon sit around doing nothing and wait for your Kakuna to eventually beat them.

The bug catcher looks upset as he pays you your winnings and joins the other defeated trainer, you feel fairly good about your chances after beating the first trainer "Whos next!" you say confidently.

"I'm next." says a serious looking young man.

You hear several gasps and a cheer, for some reason his challenge seems to have exited the whole club.

"Its over now, no way she can beat our leader" one of the members cries out.

"Ya now we will all get a turn, your the best!" another yells.

So, this is there leader, if you beat him now you might still be able to beat the others, and your hopeful when you see he only has a single pokémon on his belt, your hope dies however when you see the pokémon is a very mean looking Beedrill.

His Beedrill fly's around you Kakuna dipping low to strike it over and over, you yell orders at your Kakuna but it's already doing everything it can. Your Kakuna lands a few hits but its unclear if they to do any real damage. Beedrill's hits however are clearing having a impact on Kakuna who soon falls to the dirt eliciting a number hoots and hollers from the Bug Catchers Club.

You sigh as you recall Kakuna, you don't like the thought of Chance getting hurt, but you like the idea of being at the mercy of the whole club even less. "Please Chance, you have to win this one for me." you whisper into his ball before you throw it.

You hear laugher as the club sees your little Rattata, laugher that grows quiet each time Chance and trainers Beedrill clash. Again and again Beedrill swoops low stingers out and Chance reacts by tackling Beedrill right out of the air, its clear the interaction is hard on both sides. The club is no longer laughing, there gasps, groans, and cheers now add to the tension you feel with each collision, you hold your breath and wince every time you see the pain on Chance's face.

The club Groans.

You Cheer!

Then you gasp!

Chance did it, he won, but then he took a single step, and fainted, you can't understand why until the club leader congratulates you "Well done, I didn't think a pokéslut like you would be such a good trainer, too bad your Rattata got poisoned at the end."

Shit, that's not good, without Rattata left to defend you...

You can hear the club members whisper excitedly amongst themselves as there leader pays you your winning, if he upset that he lost he's hiding it well "As Club leader, I am happy to announce, our first ever, Pokéslut Club Bang!" He declares to his club. His announce meant is met with cheer, and whoops as the club presses in on you from all sides.

Your afraid, but more then that your angry, it's not fair, you beat two of them, including there best trainer and you know your better then any of them. Yet here you are at the mercy of the whole Bug Club. You where warned that the male trainers didn't play fair, warned of the inequality, still you always thought of these things as problems with the world, or as something that happens to other girls not you. Now that it is happening to you it feels unavoidable, like the whole world is built to insure you and every other woman fail at every turn, the injustice of it all makes you want to scream.

You see your anger reflected at you in a thick round glasses worn by a nerdy trainer before you as you feel hands start to grab at your legs, arms, tits and ass. The face behind the glasses is also angry but his anger is different then yours, his anger is cold and full of hate and resentment, it sends a shiver down your spine. You can see your own anger turning to fear in his spectacle as you stare at him. Meanwhile he seems to be growing more furious his teeth are now clenched and his lips are twitching. He looks like he might bite you at any moment and you flinch away from him when opens his mouth to speak.

"Too good for our club Pokéslut? too good for bugs? think your better then us?" he snarls, the hate in his cold voice drips like venom, "STRIP!" he yells.

You feel at least four hands trying to 'help' you get your clothes off, you struggle to remove your top due to the help of at least two unwanted hands while your shorts are simultaneously pull down around your ankles. All the hands tugging you this way and that causes you topple to the grass in the middle of the group. You feel cold air on your ass cheeks as your panties are pulled down, and at least three hands are groping your pussy and ass before there even off, you hips are lifted high in the air as your bottoms are pulled over your feet, you even feel your shoes and socks tugged off before your dropped back on the grass. "Fuck, she's already wet!" you hear from behind you, you hate yourself, but you know he's right, even thought your afraid, your body seems to love being manhandled by this group of men.

"I bet she's wet all the time, just like a worm! Show us what a worm you are, crawl, crawl in the dirt like a worm for us!" orders the cold voice. You hate yourself, but you crawl, you crawl on your hands and knees, with your ass high in the air, you feel a foot on your back push you to the grass. "I said like a worm! now crawl on your belly!" You try to crawl with his foot is still pressing you to the dirt, you fighting back the urge to cry as you wriggle about for his amusement.

"Stop being an asshole Denis" The leader orders.

"Fuck you, I beat this slut, she's mine to do with as I please!" Denis yells at the club leader, "Now crawl to my foot pokéslut, show us your no better then a worm show us your true nature." he says in that cold hateful voice.

The tone scares you almost as much as the unhinged hate you saw in his face, he seems like a man edge of a break down, and your very sure you don't want to be around when he snaps. You crawl towards his foot "Kiss my foot while they fuck you." he orders.

"Stop slut, you don't have to kiss his foot and Denis stop being an asshole, that's a official club order!" there leader yells angrily.

You don't stop, you kiss Denis's foot, he really scares you, he don't even look up as they argue "You don't have any pokémon left, you can't stop me, I'm in charge now, its my slut, my club, all mine!" he yells, its clear he is drunk on his first small taste of power, there's no telling what this little man might do. "You never understood the power of bugs, one bug alone is a worm" he points down at you to demonstrate, "But many bugs together, they are a swarm! Brothers show this worm the power of the swarm!"

The horney trainers in the club didn't need to be told twice, they descend on you, you can vaguely hear there leader trying to stop them, but its clear to them who holds the power now, and none of them want to risk there chance with you by challenging Denis, you can feel hands groping and pawing at your entire body, someone ties your arms behind your back, it might be Denis but you can tell since your eyes are closed and your lips are pressed to his boot.

You can feel the first of them taking his place and you know which pair of hands are his when they lift your hips up off of the dirt, and right onto his cock. The initial feeling of being suddenly penetrated forces a whimper past your lips, you grit your teeth to keep from making more of them, you don't want to be seen acting like some slut who enjoys being gang fucked and you know at least one of them is filming this. You try and ignore the groping hands and the feeling of the Bug Catchers dick as it pumps away inside you. You have more luck ignoring the hands then the cock inside you, the dick feels nice and lacks the pain of losing your virginity but it also lacks that amazing feeling of fullness blue's cock gave you. Blue also had more control over himself then whoever owns the dick that's rapidly pumping into you as thought your pussy is going to disappear any moment.

You remember the condoms only after you feel the first gush of hot semen flooding your pussy, "Please, don't cum in me, there is condoms in my bag!" you cry out far too late but even to your own ears the clear lust in your voice makes you sound insincere. You doubt it will matter, and its too late anyway, but to your surprise when the next cock enters you it has a condom on.

You decided within moments you hate condoms, they rob you of the best part of sex, the warmth, the skin, the feeling, with the condom on there all dulled and all you are left with is the feeling of fullness and the mild pain, and due to the smaller size of the dick inside you, that feeling of fullness isn't doing much for you. You also miss the warm feeling when he shoots off inside you, instead your just left to wonder if he even finished or if he's just removing the condom since he wasn't inside you for very long before he pulled out.

You feel the hand on you moving around, and a new cock enter you, you know its a new cock and not condom boy, because this cock is longer and thicker, not as thick as Blue's, but it might be longer! The lengthy pencil dick pokes deep inside you, and it hurts almost as much as it feels amazing, your efforts not to whimper are lost as he jabs into the depths of your hole. He is lasting lot longer then the other's as well, you keep waiting for him to cum but its you who ends up having a orgasm first.

You've been almost constantly aroused since you became a trainer, and your orgasm hits harder then any you've ever had by yourself, you want to pull away, you also want to reach back and pull him deeper into you, but bound and pined as you are, you can do nothing other then listen to yours own moaning as you endure and enjoy your orgasm, when it fades however, you want the sex to be over, the long thin cock that keeps crashing into the back wall of your vagina hurts now, and without your lust to protect you, your shame is starting to overwhelm you.

The thin cock manages to stab even deeper when it climaxes inside you, you almost scream it hurts so badly, you want to push him off, you want this to be over, you want to go home now, but even as you feel him moving off of you, you know its not over yet, more moving of hands, more warm skin on your back, then pressure on your anus, you tense up, but you relax slightly when the pressure moves down and slides into your now very wet pussy, you can hear a squelching sound that fills you with shame as he enters you, you relax further when you can hardly feel his cock inside you at all, you open your eyes for the first time since this all began so you learn who's cock is so tinny, and see the sneering face of Denis twisted into a comical look of shame as he shoot off inside you.

Its finally over, without there hands to hold you up, you collapse to the grass with exhaustion. Your only half watching as they leave, it all feels surreal, you can't come to terms with the fact they could treat you this way, "They treated me like a toy, like I was garbage." you think to yourself "And worse, part of me enjoyed it, I was sad when they stopped so soon."

You would probably have kept internally betraying yourself for longer but the feeling of a clubs worth of cum slowly leaking out of you is disgusting. You sit up and groan when you see the large puddle of cum pooled between your legs, you look around for your bag wanting to take your morning after pill right away, and almost start to cry again when you see all of your belongings strewn about the forest floor.

You **** yourself to get up and try to ignore the revulsion you feel when fresh gush of liquid slide down your legs. Your clit is sensitive and your pussy hurts, but you ignore them too, you sulk around picking up your things, its not until after you've found your towel and taken the morning after pill that you notice what's missing. You clothes! They took your clothes, most of them anyway, your top you found in a bush nearby and thankfully your favorite bra was still tangled up in it, but the rest gone. You look around frantically but it seems they each took a trophy. You hang your shoulders, and head off to towards pewter city with no pants, no shoes, and looking like you just gave full service.