Separation

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“We spent several days traveling through Rock Tunnel together. My healing supplies were running low, but we were just one day from exiting north of Lavender Town. Every time I lost, Tom claimed a forfeit from me as well.” You wring the napkin with your hands.

“Madison was a better battler than I was, but she still lost a couple times during our trip. Paul kept Tom away. Some days Paul and Madison would run off on their own, I thought it was just for privacy, but they eventually told me it was to keep Tom away. Once Paul tied Tom up in a battle of their own when Madison was in a forfeit. She was healed up by the time they were done.”

“Paul was such a good guy. Years down the line, he apologized for not being able to save me too. They only stayed because of me,” you **** on your words.

The other trainer is pounding you into the cave floor, his cock pushing your asshole wide open. The ring burns while your chest hurts from being scraped against the rocky floor. He grunts, pushing his weight against your shoulder blades making it harder to breath as his cock throbs in your ass. He stands up, leaving you gaping on the floor.

“Looks like it’s my turn,” Tom says already pulling his belt free. You prop yourself up, tears running down your cheeks.

Paul puts a hand on Tom’s shoulder, “Come on dude, can’t you see she’s had enough.”

Tom smacks his hand away, turning to face him rather than you. “No. If she’s going to be beat, she’ll have to pay the consequences.”

“Tom, you can’t be serious. She’s beat, and bruised, crying, she’s paid the consequences, that’s what the forfeit system is.” You cover your arms, bruised, you know the bruises aren’t from the forfeit. You grab your shirt, the neck line is stretched from where the other trainer had pulled it, but at least the sleeves cover your arms.

Maddy comes over, helping you collect your shorts from where they were tossed. She rubs your back, comforting you while Tom and Paul argue back and forth. Weeks of tension boiling over, it was normal to see Tom angry, but you were a little shocked to see Paul’s normal expression contorted with anger.

Tom snarls, “That’s all good and dandy, Paully. But that’s just how the system works. Girls lose battles and then their bodies belong to the victor. Here let me give you an example. I challenge you,” your body tightens knowing how angry Tom is right now, how rough he’ll be, “Maddy.”

What! You turn to see Maddy’s shocked expression as well. “You want to reconsider?” Paul growls lifting Tom from the ground, his hands balled up in Tom’s shirt.

Tom just laughs, his back pressed against the cave wall. “You wouldn’t be trying to interfere with a League sanctioned challenge, now are you Paul? I’m sure the authorities would love to hear about that.”

“Paul, stop,” Maddy urges him. She knows, you know, even Paul knows that Tom would absolutely turn in Paul as a petty act of ****. Paul’s shoulder go slack at Maddy’s touch, he releases his hold and Tom falls back to his feet.

“That’s what I thought,” he chuckles smoothing out his shirt, “Now are you ready to battle, Maddy? Or would you rather surrender out right?”

Tom’s Kingdra fires a final dragon pulse at Maddy’s Skarmory. The battle is over. Paul tightens next to you. You feel bad for him, for Maddy. You stand and go to Tom, “Please don’t. We could just go to bed, me and you.”

Tom grips your arm, you wince at the pressure, “Not now. Paul needs to learn a lesson.” You stumble as he pushes you aside, making his way to Maddy. The first sound is the rip of her shirt. He wraps his hand in her hair, forcing his tongue into her mouth, pulling away with her lip between his teeth. She winces at the stinging tug, “Mmm, Paul your girl’s got such a soft mouth. I’m going to love it wrapped around my dick.”

She gasps as Tom wrenches her to the ground by her hair. Tom hooks his hand between the cups of Maddy’s bra, he braces a hand on her shoulder and tugs. The straps tear and snap, the clasp giving way as he pulls, Maddy cries out in pain. Tom throws the ruined garment aside, and walks behind her, sliding her torn shirt down her arms. He twists the shirt tying it around her wrists to keep her arms pinned behind her back. Red marks forming from where the bra strained before snapping.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper.

Paul pats your shoulder, “This isn’t your fault.” But it is, isn’t it? If you hadn’t lost that battle. If you could have just kept Tom happy. If Tom had just taken the forfeit from you.

“Beg for my cock,” Tom commands. Maddy looks your way, or rather Paul’s way. Slap. Tom’s open hand connects with her cheek. Paul tenses, his hand still on your shoulder squeezes. You don’t pull away, you deserve this. “I said beg.”

Tears are running down Maddy’s cheeks, matching your own, as she chokes out, “Please Tom, please give me your cock.”

“Gladly my dear,” Tom says, unzipping his fly. She gags as Tom pushes his cock into the back of her throat. “Damn, Paul, you didn’t tell me what a great little cocksucker Maddy is.”

Paul growls, his arms tense. This is all your fault. He must hate you, it should be you not Maddy.

Maddy struggles, but with her arms bound behind her back and Tom’s hand in her hair she can’t get away. Tom pulls her head back, she’s coughing, sputtering, gasping for breath. “Tell me how much you love my cock,” Tom says, shooting a side glance towards you and Paul. Maddy doesn’t answer just trying to breathe. Tom jams his cock into her mouth again, with her nose pressed to his crotch he says, “TELL.” He pulls back halfway just to slam forward again, “ME.” He repeats the motion with each word, “HOW. MUCH. YOU. LOVE. MY. COCK.”

He releases his hold, and Maddy doubles over coughing up huge globs of spit. She looks up at him, “I,” *cough cough,* “hate it.” She spits, before falling over from Tom’s slap. With her arms tied, she can’t get back up. Maddy screams as Tom pulls her back to her knees by her hair.

“I don’t think you heard me right. You want to try that again? Or maybe I should ask it again,” Tom growls.

“I love it,” Maddy says in a low voice, a handprint already forming on her cheek.

Tom smiles, forcing her head back, “Louder, I don’t know if Paul heard you.”

“I love it,” she repeats.

“Tell me what it is. Tell me that you love my cock.”

Maddy grimaces, “I love your cock.”

“Well, then I have the perfect gift for you,” Tom smirks, and he pushes Maddy over. “And I know you’ll love it,” he pulls her ass up in the air, tugging her pants down over ass. “Beg for me to fuck you.”

“Please fuck me,” Maddy says, her cheek pressed to the ground without her arms free to support her.

Paul tenses next to you, “We’re not staying. We can’t after this.” Tears well up in your eyes, they’re leaving. Of course they’re leaving, and it’s your fault. You should’ve just surrendered your forfeit to Tom, and everything would be fine. “You should come. You deserve better than this. We love you, Sessile.”

“Who’s cock do you love more, mine or Paul’s,” Tom growls.

“Paul’s,” Maddy says. Tom smacks her ass, the spanking echoes around the cavern.

“Who’s cock do you love more?”

“Paul’s,” Maddy repeats. Smack. Question. “Paul’s.” Smack. Question. “Paul’s.”

“Maddy,” Paul cries out. They share a look.

Smack. Question. “Yours,” she says through clenched teeth.

“Say you love my cock,” he growls, continuing to thrust into her.

She does, over and over at Tom’s command. Until he roughly pushes her over onto her back. He twists her nipples, forcing her to cry out in pain, stroking himself he explodes across her face. Spurts of white streak from chin to hair, dripping into her open mouth, forcing her eye closed. “Arceus, I wish I had a camera,” Tom laughs.

You hardly even see the movement. “Tom,” Paul growls already upon him. There is a sickening crunch as Paul’s fist connects with Tom’s face. He falls to the ground clutching his face.

“You fucking brute. Wait till the authorities hear about this,” Tom snarls.

“The forfeit was over. And you’re one to talk about hitting people,” Paul is untying Maddy’s arms. They both look to you at Paul’s words. He turns back to Tom, “You deserve much worse.”

He uses her torn shirt to help clean her face. She clings to him, as Paul removes his shirt and pulls it over Maddy’s head. She’s swallowed up by the shirt. “We’re leaving,” Paul says, Maddy is already collecting their bags. “Come with us, Sessile, please.”

“Sessile, get me a fucking towel,” Tom commands, his words stiffen your spine. Blood is trickling from between his fingers, his nose bleeding from Paul’s blow. You look between the two parties. “Sessile,” Tom snaps.

“I love you more than anything,” you say to Daisy. “But my biggest regret is that moment. I regret not leaving with Paul and Madison. I should’ve been stronger, I should’ve listened to Paul when he said I deserved more. But I still loved him, despite it all, or maybe I was afraid to leave, afraid that he was right. It’s so easy to see the **** now, but back then,” your breath catches as Daisy rounds the table to hug you.

You sink into her embrace, holding your daughter. “I love you, Mom.” You look over to Paris, she looks so much like Daisy, and she looks sad. All it takes is one small gesture and she joins the hug. You hold the two girls, never wanting to let go. If you keep them here, Tom can’t hurt them, you won’t let him.

You eventually break the hug, knowing that you need to finish your story. “After Paul and Madison left, Tom and I made our way from Lavender Town to Celadon, where Tom met some new friends.”