Bill Intervenes

[Author's Note: Hey, it's been a while! Sorry if this chapter isn't the best; I'm probably a bit rusty. Hoping to get back to writing this more consistently, although I can't promise anything with how easily-distracted my brain is and how life likes to throw new stuff at me. Still, for now, it's nice to be back! if you need a recap, and I don't blame you if you do, Amber has just beaten Surge handily in her third gym battle on the S.S. Anne, but in doing so she had to sneak onto the ship as a maid with help from her friend Bill and his boyfriend Celio. Now she's contractually obligated to serve customers' desires, and Surge intends to take full advantage...]

Surge steps forward, and you find yourself frozen in place as his huge frame looms over you. The crowd, having begun to disperse after the end of the battle, quickly start paying attention again as it becomes clear that they're going to see some kind of show after all. Surge slips behind you with a surprising amount of agility for a man his size, and he moves his hands down to your chest. You know you should be protesting, should be trying to resist in some way, but for some reason your mind has gone blank, leaving you standing there powerless to do anything about the oncoming sexual ****, in spite of winning the battle. In fact, what your mind is actually doing as Surge slips his hands under your skimpy maid top, is thinking about Bruno fucking you on-stage back in Cerulean, the mixture of intense humiliation but undeniable pleasure you had felt. You look at the crowd around you, watching on as Surge starts aggressively groping your tits. It's nowhere near the amount of people that had been watching the Sextravaganza, but... I wonder if this will feel as good as that did? you think, before the rational part of your brain pushes back. This is ridiculous! I don't enjoy being humiliated! That would go against everything I-

You are snapped out of your internal battle by Surge harshly pinching and twisting your nipples, drawing an involuntary yelp from you at the sudden pain. "Enjoying it?" Surge murmurs in your ear, his voice lower than it has been up to this point but no less intimidating. "There's plenty more where that came from. You're gonna pay for making me look like an idiot in front of all these people, bitch. And then, once I feel like you've had enough, we're gonna to put that mouth of yours to some good use. Won't be as easy to talk trash when I've fucked your throat a few times..."

You don't have any time to react to the sadistic gym leader's words before he's at your tits again, squeezing them roughly in his hands with the clear intent of causing you as much discomfort as possible. However, he is stopped suddenly by a familiar male voice. "That's her, captain. The one with Lieutenant Surge." You look over and feel relief rush over you as you see Bill pointing in your direction, Celio behind him along with a stocky, pale-faced man in a sailor's uniform, who you suppose must be the captain of the S.S. Anne

"What's this about?" Surge asks gruffly, clearly irritated that his **** on you is being interrupted.

The captain shakes his head. "Nothing to concern yourself with too much, Lieutenant," he says; despite not looking like a particularly courageous individual, he doesn't show any intimidation at being addressed so brusquely by the huge Vermillion Gym Leader. "I'll provide you with a replacement service team member if these allegations turn out to be true."

"A replacement- what?!" Surge bristles, clearly not liking that response, as you try to figure out what exactly Bill has done here.

That soon becomes apparent as Bill points the captain in the direction of the overweight drunk guy you'd sucked off earlier, and the captain approaches him. The guy's pants are mostly clean of the cum you'd spat on them, but he's still forcing one of the other maids to clean the crotch area with her tongue. The captain gestures over towards you, although the guy is already looking in your direction, clearly eager to watch Surge's treatment of you. "Sir, I have received a report that one of my staff has been negligent in their duties. Did that serving girl there refuse a command to swallow your cum?"

So this is Bill's plan, you realize. Thank God he was here... The drunk guy clearly doesn't catch on as quickly as you, and dumbly nods in response to the captain, unknowingly robbing himself of watching Surge facefuck you against your will. The captain then turns to you and walks over, pulling you roughly away from Surge. "Hey, what the fuck?!" the gym leader splutters, but the captain ignores him, snapping his fingers and summoning your apparent replacement, a sexy short-haired blonde girl in the same maid outfit as you, her huge breasts bouncing as she runs over to Surge's side.

As Surge stares at the new girl, clearly torn between her undeniable charms and apparent eagerness to please him, and his ruined plans for **** on you. You don't see what he decides to do next, however, as the captain gets in your face, barely concealing his obvious anger behind a layer of professionalism. "You have sullied the reputation of this cruise!" he snaps. "Do you think we'd have half as many guests if the staff all just refused commands they didn't feel like carrying out?!" A more primitive part of you does not enjoy being yelled at like this, but the relief you feel that you're getting away from Surge is the prevailing emotion you feel, allowing you to meet the captain's eyes without showing any signs that it's bothering you. He clearly doesn't take kindly to this either. "You're dismissed without pay!" he barks. "Take off your uniform and get off this ship, right now!"

You hesitate for a moment that he's essentially ordering you to strip in public, but the alternative was so much worse, and most of the ship has already seen your boobs anyway. Besides, the part of your brain you're working hard at suppressing somewhat enjoys it as you strip off your two-piece maid uniform to reveal your matching black bra and thong, which do little to contain your ample tits and ass and earn a few wolf whistles from the assembled crowd. "We'll make sure she leaves without a fuss," says Bill, and the captain nods at him appreciatively before turning around to disperse the crowd and potentially deal with Surge's complaints. Bill and Celio walk over to you and make a show of leading you off the ship.

You whisper a thank you to Bill as you walk, beyond happy when you finally step off the S.S. Anne's deck and back onto the Vermillion docks. The evening air is chilly, and you can feel the breeze on your mostly-bare skin; you can't wait to get back to your room at the Pokémon Center where you left your clothes. "Thank you so much," you say to Bill and Celio. "You guys had already done so much for me..."

"No problem," Celio replies, smiling at you reassuringly. You don't hang around gay men enough; it feels weird to be in your underwear and have two guys around you who aren't even remotely interested. "It was all Bill's idea," Celio continues. "But I was happy to go along with it. Besides, got me out of that nightmare that Bill calls a 'good time' for a little while." Bill punches him on the arm playfully and Celio grins before turning back to you. " It was nice to meet you, Amber. You seem like a good person, and a talented trainer to boot."

Oh yeah... You can't let what Surge had tried to do ruin your accomplishment; you'd destroyed him in that battle and were clearly growing as a trainer. You clutch your newly-won Thunder Badge in your hand, as if fiercely clinging onto your pride. "Thanks," you say sheepishly.

"It's not as if you needed us to step in, though," says Bill, smirking a little, although not unkindly. "You could have just refused to do what Surge said and been 'fired' right then and there. It's not as if you actually wanted that job, and he isn't just going to **** someone in an illegal setting; the guy's got a career to protect."

"Oh... oh, yeah..." you frown, looking at the floor. "Why didn't I think of that? God, I'm so stupid..."

"Hey, don't worry about it," says Bill hurriedly, realising he's upset you. "I get it. You female trainers go through a lot. You must always be worried about what happens after losing battles, and I can't imagine that feeling goes away even when you've just won. In those kind of situations... fear takes over. I understand..."

He puts a reassuring arm around you, and Celio nods in agreement. "Bill told me about your dream to become champ and change things for girls, Amber. I think it's a really important thing you're trying to do."

"Yeah... you're right," you say, hesitantly. "Thanks, guys..." But in the back of your mind, you're still thinking about what had been going through your mind when Surge had started molesting you. Was the reason you didn't resist him to do with fear and a female trainer's instinct, like Bill had said? Or was there some part of you that... liked being in such compromising, sexually-charged situations?

These troubling thoughts are interrupted by Bill retracting his arm and smiling at you. "Don't mention it. Now, we've got a party to get back to, and you need to get back to the Pokémon Center as quick as possible. Good luck with everything, Amber. I'll be cheering for you in the audience when you get to the Pokemon League. Oh, and when you get to Celadon City, call in on my grandfather and tell him you're a friend of mine. He's a Pokémon Breeder and can hook you up with some rare species if you're interested."

The thought of adding a unique new member to your team distracts you from what you were thinking about earlier, and you happily take the address of Bill's grandfather from him, before saying your goodbyes to Bill and Celio. You quickly head back to the Pokémon Center, avoiding being seen by too many people walking through the city in your underwear, ready to get a good night's sleep before continuing your adventure...