Submit for the keys.

You take a look around, the streets are empty. You consider running and finding a different way to free yourself, but you come to the conclusion that it is simply easier to give in to Arthur’s perverted demand. “Whatever let’s get it over with,” you say while walking on your knees towards him.

He smirks looking down at you. He pulls his pants down revealing his erect cock with the set of cuff keys dangling from the base. “It’s all yours.” He moves in close hovering the tip before your face. Out of instinct you go to grab his cock, before you’re reminded of the bindings behind your back. Arthur growls as you take the head of his cock between your lips.

You work your tongue along the underside of his shaft as you push his cock further into your mouth. As you bob your head, Arthur begins to instinctively thrust his hips and run his hands through your hair. A cold night breeze sweeps through the streets sending a shiver down your spine. You feel Arthur tense up. You glance up to see Arthur brushing off the chill. “Let’s move this to the bench.” He pulls himself out of your mouth and swiftly leans down lifting you from the ground. You let out a squeal of surprise as your knees leave the ground.

Arthur sets you down on the bench, the cold metal burning against your skin. With your arms pinned behind your back, Arthur pushes your knees to your chest as your legs drape over his shoulders. You moan as he quickly stabs his cock into you. He raises his hand to your throat **** you. You feel a wave of pleasure with each thrust. His unwavering grip on your throat cutting off the blood flow to your head. Your skin tingles and crawls as Arthur kisses your calves. The pleasure builds in your loins as you become lightheaded from the ****. You occasionally hear the jingle of the keys or feel them press into your cheeks.

Arthur stops burying himself within you. You feel his cock throbbing inside of you. Your own orgasm quickly follows as your womb is filled again. Arthur releases your neck as he pulls away. Without his support you fall over on the bench, you gasp for a breath of air. You use what strength you have left to pull yourself upright again.

You look around seeing Arthur walking back towards his pants. “Hey, the keys!” you call out to him. He turns grinning as he pulls them free from his shrinking erection. He tosses them towards you. The keys bounce off your tits and fall between the slats of the bench. ‘Of course,’ you think to yourself.

You slip to the ground trying to reach the keys with your hands still cuffed behind your back. You can’t find them. You turn around sticking your head under the bench. There they are, you see the keys. Then you feel a sharp sting as a hand smacks against your exposed rear. You yelp half in pain and half in surprise. “I’ll see you around,” Arthur says leaving you bent under the bench. You grab the keys between your lips and back out from beneath the bench. You lay the keys on the edge of the bench so you can grab them with your hands. When you feel the keys you grab them and quickly work on unlocking the cuffs.

With your hands finally free you make your way over to your discarded belongings. You find your handbag with you phone and pokeballs sitting on the side of the street. Your pile of discarded clothes lay before you. You don’t see any sign of your undergarments. They probably stole your bra and panties, the fucking pervs. You slide your skirt on before pulling on your tank top and Sirens jersey, the fabric pressing against your sensitive and pierced nipples.

You gather your things and take a second to think about what to do next. You could still make it to the Gravel Bar and Grill to meet up with Daisy and the Sirens. Or perhaps you’ve had enough for one night and just want to go back to your room at the Pokecenter?