Streaking in Cerulean

Walking with used condoms underneath your hat feels so wrong. Well, at least it does at first. The two offending items press gently against your scalp through your hair, preventing you from forgetting about them. A single horrible image fills your head, of one or both of them suddenly bursting from the pressure, dousing your hair and your treasured hat with the salty surprise within, and then the disgusting goo seeping down through your hair to trickle down your face and cheeks.

Fortunately, that doesn't happen. And as your long walk to the end of Route 9 continues, you actually start to forget they're there. Your nerves get used to their presence, and you can't even feel them any more. And, well, there are other pressing things poking at your attention, like the fact that you're walking down a public pathway completely naked, or how sore your asshole feels after everything it's experienced today. And of course, there's the building fear of what else Blue might have in store for you, and the constant pangs of guilt at the thought of what you've gotten your mother into, and how unfair it was of you to try and emotionally **** her into consenting to it.

Some small but growing part of you, kind of hates yourself for what you did, and feels like you deserve whatever Blue does to you between now and then.

Mercifully, you reach the end of Route 9, and the edge of Cerulean City, without meeting any other people who might want to challenge and fuck you.

But... Now comes a whole additional level of humiliation. Because Blue is now leading you straight into the middle of the city, and you're still completely naked.

You move to cover up your rude bits, but Blue notices, and shakes his head.

"Arms by your sides, Cumslut." He instructs calmly. It looks like he intends for that 'Cumslut' nickname to stick.

You sigh but obey, moving your hands to your sides, exposing your bare breasts and shaved pussy to the city.

As you move from the outskirts to the center, you go from seeing pretty much nobody, to pretty much everybody.

The vast majority of people aren't Pokemon trainers, so don't witness gangbangs on Route 9 every other day, but also this isn't the first naked **** they've ever seen on the streets. Still, reactions are mixed. Some people are entertained, others make rude gestures. Some people, especially women of a certain age, do not conceal their displeasure. From their perspective, you must represent everything that they consider wrong with the modern world.

Still, it's not illegal to be naked in public, so there's nothing they can do but mutter 'whore' under their breath and shoot you a dirty, disapproving look as you walk past. Still, you are filled with renewed amounts of shame, and another chunk of your self-esteem bubbles away into nothingness as countless cityfolk encounter your naked, exposed form awkwardly strutting down the street behind your Master.

Your temporary Master. Who's not allowed to fuck you. You sort of wish all the strangers who catch an eyeful of you, and especially those who stop to take a picture, were aware that the terms of your indentured servitude aren't as **** as they might assume. But they don't. As far as they know. You're bound to do absolutely anything this young man, who is clearly your Master, might desire.

And, well, considering that there's still a nearly endless list of things he is allowed to do to you, it almost doesn't even matter. He still has close to complete control over you.

"I think we should sort out your outfit for the rest of our journey." Blue muses out loud, as if reading your thoughts, and wanting to confirm that what he says, goes.

If this was earlier in the day, you would be cautiously optimistic that Blue is being kind, finding you something sexy but still nicer to wear than being completely naked. But after the incident with the condoms earlier, you are no longer so gullible. You expect that whatever he clothes you in, you'd almost rather be naked.

Indeed, Blue leads you to a shop that makes you cringe with dismay. The shop is called 'Sex Kitten', and it's a fetish shop, sponsored, it would seem, by the three slutty Cerulean Sisters. What a delightful coincidence that the sluttiest shop in Kanto is in the exact city that you and Blue happen to find yourselves in.

Inside the store, you feel several sets of perverted male eyes on you at all times. In fact, you appear to be the only woman in the shop. The clerk is male, the shoppers are all male - mostly idly browsing the vast array of pornographic videos available for purchase - and your Master is male. You feel smaller than ever before, under constant threat of suddenly becoming a victim of a 10-on-1 gangbang. Pokemon battles wouldn't be allowed inside the store, of course, but if these men were all trainers, they could wait for you outside and then surely even Blue wouldn't be able to fend them all off, even if he wanted to.

As your mind wanders from one nightmare scenario to another, Blue chooses a small packet, which apparently contains an item of clothing, although it just looks like bunch of pink string. He drops it on the counter in front of the clerk, and then passes him a piece of paper. He then beckons you over, and you obey, eyes downcast.

"Cumslut, give this man your hat." He commands calmly.

You hesitate, **** to even briefly part with such a precious possession. But you know you have to, and so eventually, you take it off and hand it over.

Two used condoms, which you're ashamed to admit you'd completely forgotten about, are displaced, and drop to the floor with an audible splat. Neither breaks, but everyone in the shop saw and heard them. Your cheeks burn an even brighter shade of red.

"Is that how you treat your prize possessions?" Blue tuts with audible disappointment. "I'll punish you for that later."

"Sorry Master!" You half-sob, quickly crouching down to scoop them up.

Blue just shakes his head, and turns back to the shopkeeper. "I would like it modified as detailed on the note."

The man nods. "You can pick it up first thing in the morning."

Blue smiles widely. "Perfect."

"Now come with me, Cumslut. I hope you're ready to be punished."

There's nothing you can do but sniff sadly, and say "Yes Master."

You carry the used condoms in your hand, fearing further punishment if you are to do anything else with them that is deemed 'wrong'.

'Sex Kitten' is not far from the Pokecenter, thankfully, so only half a hundred or so more strangers see you, naked, and carrying used condoms, before you make it inside. In there, only a further 20 trainers or so get to gawk at your unclothed curves and jizz-filled prophylactics before Blue has finished organizing a room for you to both to stay the night. Together, obviously.

Several men wolf-whistle towards you as Blue leads you up the stairs that lead to the bedrooms. Your cheeks are more red than they've ever been in your life. Your self-respect feels about 1% of what it was 24 hours ago.

Once in the room together, you breathe a small sigh of relief, thankful that your day of exposure is at an end. Tomorrow is another day. But you haven't forgotten that Blue has promised you a punishment. And neither has he.

"Bend over the bed, knees on the floor, head and chest on the mattress. Silently. And wait for your punishment." He instructs.

What is there to do but silently obey.

From your position half on the bed, you can't see Blue, but you can hear him entering the bathroom. And then, you hear the sound of the shower being turned on. He's going to get himself all nice and comfortable, it would seem, whilst leaving you here to stew with your feelings and your trepidation of what is to come.

At least he can't put anything inside me.

When the shower finally stops, you begin to shake, fearful that the moment of your punishment is fast approaching.

Indeed, it seems like it likely is, as you hear the bathroom door open, and Blue approach you from behind.

THWACK

Searing pain shoots across your buttcheeks, as a hard wooden paddle comes down on it.

"AIIEEEEEE!" You shriek with shock, pain, panic, everything.

"I told you to be silent!" Blue roars angrily, and strikes you again, in the same place, hurting you even more than the first one.

This time, you whine a high pitched note, but keep your lips firmly shut.

THWACK THWACK THWACK

Blue hits you three more times quickly, and for these three, you manage to remain completely silent, despite the burning pain in your rear.

"Good." He says calmly. "Now the same, but for your thighs."

THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK

Your thighs get three paddle spanks each. You have to dig deep to avoid making a sound. At one point you feel like you are at risk of damaging your teeth, with how firmly you are clenching them together.

But then, it's over. The paddle is discarded onto the bed next to you, and you hear blue cracking his knuckles with satisfaction.

You have no doubt that your butt cheeks are now even redder than your face cheeks.

Where did he even get that paddle from?! You think to yourself. You didn't see him buy it at Sex Kitten. Did he have it in his bag this whole time, just in case he felt like bruising some poor woman's behind?

"Consider that a small sample of my power, should you disappoint me again. Now stay right there, while I go get something to eat."

"W-What about food for me?" You ask meekly.

"If you are still in the exact same position when I return, I might be include to bring you my leftovers. If anything has moved a fraction of an inch, then my leftovers will be going down the toilet, and you can wait until morning." Blue says, with that standard cruel tint to his voice.

As much as what you really want to do is point out the problems that flushing food down the toilet can cause to the plumbing, you don't really feel like that's going to earn you a meal before bed.

"...Yes Master." You say submissively.

You hear Blue taking a photo, and then he leaves without another word.

Lying still is difficult enough in the best of times - something tends to get uncomfortable fast.

Lying still when your buttocks and thighs are stinging badly, proves ten times as challenging.

And... Blue might be gone for over an hour.

But when he comes back, you can bet that he'll be checking your exact position against the photo he just took, looking to play a game of Spot the Minute Difference.

Perhaps you can move one arm, very carefully, to gently rub your sore bottom, and then move it back to exactly the same place?

Your belly rumbles hungrily, warning you against it...