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This entire operation had been nothing but a fiasco. Of course, Pryce was satisfied with the actual retrieving of the young lady. She never stood a chance against his powerful ice typed Pokemons. He had no idea how Jasmine had fared in her own retrieval of his own green-haired captive. His biggest frustration came from the fact that he had failed to save Chuck from the clutch of this insane cult. Even his wife had apparently been captured, judging from the fact that she was also missing from the gym in Cianwood. He was both sad and angry that this giant bear of a man had unknowingly fallen to this insidious enemy, as the big man was well loved within the Trainer's community for his warm heart and immense generosity.
Bringing the girl back to Mahogany had proved to be pretty difficult without being spotted, but it was still worth it, as the old ninja hideout offered a wide variety of cells to keep the frozen woman until she was ready to speak to him. Pryce felt bad about freezing her that way, but it was the only way he had thought of. He did not want to hurt her, young and full of life as she was. He wanted to believe that she had been manipulated. As hard and unforgiving as he was, he wanted to believe that such a young and beautiful woman, one that looked so innocent despite her recent actions could be saved.
For now, though, he would have to wait a few hours until she was completely unfrozen. Until then, he would look over her, immobile and unconscious. Despite himself, he couldn't help but see how pretty this young lady was. Her long, pale green hair, her soft lips looked as if they wanted nothing more than to be kissed, to be caressed. Even her body, barely concealed by her slutty dress looked attractive to Pryce: her breasts, so big yet still firm due to her young age, her flat, soft belly and her smooth, hairless legs gave him a craving he hadn't known ever since his wife passed away, more than twenty years ago. Still, he kept his mind on his goal, as the irresistible sex-appeal of the captive woman was thrown to the back of his head. He sat down on a nearby chair, far away from Renata's cell.
He sat there for a few hours, until he started to see her slightly move her eyelids. She was finally waking up.
"Wuuh... wuuuuh" she whispered, her muscles probably incredibly sore from being completely immobile for so long.
"Don't try to move to fast, young lady. You have been frozen unconscious for almost half a day. Being too hasty will no doubt hurt like hell. The best you could do for now is to keep still. When you feel like it, you can stretch your muscles until you feel comfortable to sit."
"Whuuu... Where am I" said Renata, her voice barely more than a gust of wind. It looked as though every word was a challenge to get out. Her voice, hoarse and weak, showed how painful it was for her to speak.
"You are... where you need to be." continued the old man. "You are sick, you have been twisted by your kidnappers. I am here to help you, to release you."
"What... what are you talking about" said Renata. Her voice, still incredibly weak, betrayed her anxiety. She didn't want to be saved. She didn't want to be dragged away from her family, from her Masters.
"I know this is difficult for you, young lady. You are confused, you believe that the creatures that have enslaved you are right, that you are meant to be a slave. It saddens me to see you tortured. Believe me when I say that I would never have wanted to hurt you, young lady. I am truly sorry for what you must endure now, but it was necessary."
Renata was still lying on her back, as moving was was too painful for the moment, although her mind started to race. She was starting to have some memories of what had happened: how she was attacked on the beach, how Meganium had been hurt without a warning and how Alakazam managed to escape with Chuck. The more she remembered, the more she panicked. Looking slowly around her, she understood that she was in some kind of jail cell: the small room she had been confined to was made of metal bars. Her cell was big and presented more than enough commodities for her to be comfortable if she desired. There was a bed, a small table with two chairs, even a toilet. It was the most comfort she had seen ever since she had been abducted, and yet she already hated every inch of it.
She had no need for a bed, no need for a table. Humans of the herd did not sleep on a bed, nor did they even eat. She had been taught by her master to sleep on the ground and to rely on the transparent liquid secreted by the Pokemons to sustain herself. She did not want to be free, and she certainly did not want to be kept separate from her Master. Yet, once again, she was powerless to fight the person that had captured her. She had been taken by force more times than she could remember, and yet there was something that really worried her this time.
She hadn't been taken by accident. This old man had taken her deliberately in order to separate her from her Master, and that was unforgivable. She promised herself that she would free herself, that she would be reunited with Meganium. She needed her Master, being away from it meant being away from a part of herself. Where was Meganium anyway? She couldn't see or hear it anywhere close. For all she knew it might have been taken to a completely different town, or even worst. Tears started to fall down her cheeks.
"Where... is... my.... Master" she said slowly, painfully. Her vocal cords still hurt like hell, but she had to know. The pain in her throat was nothing compared to the anxiety of being away from the Pokemon she loved more that she loved herself.
"Your Master, mmh? You must mean the Meganium you were with when we arrived. Don't worry, it is safely stored in a Pokeball downstairs. You call it Master? You really are so broken?" Pryce sighed. "This... this is bad. Even worst than I had feared. I will have to contact Lance, I'm really lost for words here. Once again, I am sorry for all of this. Once you are able to move freely, I recommand that you change your clothes. I have stored your bag under the bed. I will be back in a few hours. I'm Pryce, by the way, and I am pleased to meet you."
He turned around and went through a nearby door, leaving Renata alone with her worries. Meganium is in a Pokeball? That is so wrong... And where is Naoko? Espeon? Houndour? She wanted to know where her team was. She missed every single one of them, and she had no idea when she would see them again if she ever did. Her mind was racing with worries even as she laid still on her back.
About half an hour later, Renata felt comfortable enough to bend to a sitting position. The old man had been right: moving was incredibly painful, as most of her joints were stiff from being frozen. He had been right on another account: her clothes were wet, and she started to shiver as her nervous system started to kick in. She needed to switch them, to remove her dress and her panties and to put on some dry, comfortable clothes.
She did so, slowly folding her dress and her panties before stuffing them in the bag. She figured that she did not need to be sexy or provocative for the moment, so she selected an ample sweat shirt and a long skirt that went down to her ankles. She had no idea how long she would be stuck in this prison, and so far she had no idea of how she would ever get out. Her cell- that resembled more a cage than anything else, looked solid enough to hold her indefinitely, despite the fact that everything outside of her cage looked ancient enough to be a hundred years old. The entire room around her was mostly empty and decrepit; the only other furniture present in it was a simple chair, placed between her cell and the only door. The walls were windowless, giving the entire room a spooky and creepy look.
She felt equally uncomfortable as she took her dress off, unsure if the old man, Pryce, was actually spying on her. She did not mind being seen naked, but she preferred to do while she was in the presence of her own kind. She now considered every free human as part of another kind, like a dog would reject a cat. She had unwillingly cut all ties with anyone she had ever known in her previous life and cared little for anyone outside of the herd. She might have missed her parents, but even they were nothing but a distant memory, slowly fading to the back of her subconscious.
Once she was done dressing herself, she managed to struggle to her feet for the first time since she woke up in her cell. This allowed her to have a better vision of her surrounding. As her body heat slowly returned, she walked around her rather large cell, feeling her blood painfully return to her extremities. She couldn't help but hiss at the pain every once in a while, as her limbs ached so much that she actually had to rest on the bars from time to time in order to keep her balance. She examined closely her surrounding, but nothing she saw helped her figure a way to escape from this cell to rescue her Master.
She walked for a while, until she felt so tired that she actually felt so tired that she had to sit on the floor, right next to the bed. She could sit on the bed if she wanted to, but she didn't want to disappoint her masters. She knew that she would return to her owners one day, and she would be proud to say that she obeyed every rules to the letter, even in their absence. She especially wanted Meganium to feel the pride of having trained an obedient human, that their captivity didn't change how she felt about herself or about her Trainer.
Elsewhere, in the gym, Pryce was sitting at his computer, located in the back of his own room on the second floor. He was looking directly at his screen, staring at the captive woman through the camera installed in the hideout's jail. He felt sorry for this lovely woman, as she had been twisted so badly by the creatures that had captured her that she could barely call her a human being anymore. Lance had warned him that things might get out of hand, but he never thought that she would be so far gone. He really hoped that the dragon tamer's theory was right and that she would eventually come back to her old self if she was separated from the gigantic Meganium that seemed to dominate her.
Still, he couldn't help but feel a strange interest for this woman that looked so innocent and so lovely. Maybe it was the fact that she reminded him of his sadly departed wife, or maybe it was that he had been alone for so long, locked in a fortress of grieving, but he couldn't help but feel a strange connection to this woman. Lance had warned him about that too. There was something uncanny about this woman. What little information Lance had been able to find out about her said that she was a young woman exceedingly beautiful, and that she possessed a charisma that went well beyond her young age.
Pryce had been able to confirm that everything they heard was true. He understood very well why the rebellious Pokemon had chosen her to go on this insane trip to fight the gym leaders. She wasn't the smartest, the strongest or the best trainer: they had chosen her for the effect she had on people that met her. He knew he had to be on his guard if he ever was to help her, to break her slave-like mind, but his own will had already been tested, even if this green-haired young woman had no idea.
He had barely left his computer screen for hours, hypnotized by his prisoner. He had watched as she had removed her dress, exposing her perfect, heavenly body. He had been unable to look away as she had unknowingly shown her big, round breast, exposed her round, pink nipples to the man. At this very moment, Pryce had felt the weight of his years fall on his shoulder, as he imagined what it would have been like to touch them, to put his mouth on her small areolas, to caress her stomach until he reached her lower lips, probably wet and inviting. He was almost salivating as he watched her, realizing how alone he was. He had been true to his late wife ever since her untimely death: it was the first time since she had passed away that he even saw a breast. Conflicted, he finally managed to rip his eyes from the camera as she adjusted a large sweat-shirt around her abdomen.
Her luscious body was now completely covered, but Pryce would never forget what he had seen. He didn't want to feel this lust, he didn't want to want her, and yet it couldn't be helped. Maybe it was the loneliness, or maybe it was the girl's immense power of seduction, but Pryce now knew how dangerous the next few days would be. How easy it would be to let himself go within her hips, how quickly he could let his defenses fall if she simply invited him with her soft, red lips. He did his best to shake it off, to push those impure thoughts to the back of his head. He was known to be as cold as winter, and he would resist those temptations for as long as he needed to. This woman needed his help, and he would focus on his task.
He climbed down the stairs, doing his best to forget about the images that were so hardly burned within his skull. He threw all four of favorite Pokemons on the ground. He needed to distract himself from his prisoner, and nothing would change his focus like an intense training session. He would train himself for the remainder of the day and do his best to catch some sleep. He would surely need all the rest he could get if he was to get through the next few days.
One day passed, then a second. By the middle of the third day, Renata was feeling distinctly distraught. Pryce had more or less left her alone, visiting her only sporadically to make sure that she was fed. What few words they actually exchanged were pointless and served to demonstrate each other's inability to understand one another. Renata had so far ignored all the attempts made by Pryce to create a bond: even the food he had brought her had been left untouched. She had found out that Pryce had kept her bag intact so she was able to keep on feeding herself on the spores that kept her pliant and docile to her Masters. The older man had failed to make that connection and had continued to bring her food, hoping every time that she would finally cave in and start to eat.
Renata had no idea whether it was night or day, as she had completely lost track of time in her windowless cell. She spent most of her time thinking about either Naoko, Meganium and even Houndour, occasionally weeping as she really missed her girlfriend and her Masters. She had never felt so alone, cut from all the Pokemons or people that she cared about. She felt as a bird in a cage, slowly dying as if she had been separated from the other beings she cared most about. Two days had passed, but Renata really had no idea. She had completely lost track of time.
Eventually, as Renata was completely alone, she heard the single door creak open. She had expected to see the same old man to go through the door in order to leave her another full plate of food. Instead, she was surprised to see a relatively small woman enter the room. At first, she thought that she was alone, only to realize that she was in fact carrying what looked to be a rope.
At the end of this rope, Renata was shaken to recognized a very disheveled Naoko. Her hands were tied to the same rope that the girl was carrying, making her steps difficult. Her diamond shaped eyes, usually so lively were now half closed, as if she could hardly keep them opened herself. Her traditional dress had been ripped in many places. She looked as though she did not want to move forward, but the unknown woman was pulling on the rope, forcing her to awkwardly move forward.
"Stand back, please." said the thin woman to Renata. Seeing how that seemingly harmless woman was carrying Naoko, Renata decided that it probably was best if she listened to her. The last thing she wanted was to cause more harm to her girlfriend. Renata walked away as far as possible from the cell door until her back leaned against the opposite bars.
"Get in, please, Naoko. I... I really don't want to hurt you more than I already have." said the woman. Her voice, high-pitched and hesitant, sounded almost childish to Renata. Probably too tired to even think of defying the order she had just received, Naoko entered the cell and fell on the floor, unable to stand any longer. The woman, Jasmine, dropped the rope and closed the door as soon as Naoko had crossed the door.
"Please... take care of her. We might be enemies now, but I certainly do not wish her to be hurt. She's mostly tired. I'm sorry for all of this." said the young woman, as she locked the door and left hurriedly, leaving Renata alone with her lover.
As she inspected the older woman's body, Renata was thorn between how worried she was of seeing Naoko in pain and her happiness of being reunited with her. Even in this dirty, half-conscious state, Naoko's presence felt like a ray of sunshine on Renata's face. If the younger woman felt powerless by herself, she knew that the two of them would find a way out of this mess, and find a way to free both of their Masters, as Espeon had no doubt suffered the same outrageous treatment as Meganium. She just knew it.
She started by removing the Asian woman's dress, pulling on it gently enough so she wouldn't accidentally press on one of her numerous bruises. Judging from the small frame of the woman that had brought Naoko here, Renata guessed that it was a Pokemon that hurt her girlfriend, which meant that the brown haired woman was a very skilled trainer, probably even a gym leader. Naoko's naked body revealed that she was covered in ecchymoses, as her soft, perfect skin presented so many blu-ish or yellow-ish spots that Renata was unable to count them. A quick examination revealed that nothing was broken, even if the pain Naoko was feeling was undoubtedly unbearable.
"Naoko, do you hear me" whispered Renata, not even sure that her lover was still conscious.
"Yeeeeeees..." said her soft, soothing voice. She was speaking so softly that Renata had to place her ear so close to Naoko's mouth that she could feel her breath.
"I'll take care of you, love" continued the younger woman. "Now it's my turn to help you, to care over you. They are trying to separate us from our Masters, but they won't separate us from each other."
"Of course, lover." said Naoko, smiling. "I would trust you with my life. If you don't mind, I think I would like to sleep, now." she was smiling as she said that, despite the tremendous pain she was feeling. Renata thought that her mentor had already regained so much of her natural grace just by stretching her mouth that way.
Indeed, Renata heard Naoko's breathing deepened as she fell asleep almost instantly. She looked at her sleeping girlfriend with such passion that she had to keep herself from hugging her every minutes or so. After a while, she decided to dress her, as she didn't know when either Pryce or that other woman would come back. She shuffled through her back and selected a few items that were clean. They would probably look weird on the older woman, but it was still better than sleeping completely naked at the mercy of two enemies. She was amazed by the fact that Naoko didn't even wake up as she slipped a long, black skirts around her long, hairless legs. Then, she put on a simple blue shirt over her torso. She was once again careful not to hurt her beloved while she dressed her.
Back at the gym, Pryce had watched with an interested mind as his own captive had been reunited with a newcomer. He knew this woman well, and it saddened him still to see that Naoko had also been taken by the same abusive Pokemons. Along with her sisters, she had once been one of the greatest mind of their generation. Now though, she was but a shadow of herself, thought Pryce. Unknown to Renata, he had watched the younger woman undress Naoko. She had done so with such care that it was hard not to imagine what it must be to see them make out with each other. He watched with fascination as her hands caressed the older woman's body entirely, looking for any sign of a more serious injury. He couldn't help but notice how Naoko's body contrasted greatly with Renata's. Her hips, her breasts, her legs, everything about her was smaller, more delicate.
Pryce was still obsessed with the images of the younger woman's body. Over the past few days, he had watched and re-watched the scene countless times, almost to the point where he thought it simply was soft pornography. Now, as he watched the same woman caress her lover, he started to lose himself. His focus, usually hard as ice, was starting to falter as his imagination took over. What it would be like be with either of them? To lay naked besides her, or even better, to lay between them both. He missed this kind of contact. He had been alone for so long, encased in a prison of ice for an eternity, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to finally feel a bit of heat. His heart was thumping in his chest as the youngest one got her head closer to the oldest: was she about to kiss her? Apparently not, as Naoko simply whispered something in her friend's ear. How he wished he could have heard what they were saying.
Something was changing within Pryce. Something that he had ignored for too long. He didn't know it yet, even the two captive women didn't know, but the unstoppable events that had led to their escape and Jasmine's abduction had started, and nothing would stop it.
Naoko spent most of the next few days laying on her back. She tried getting up a few times, but her legs were in so much pain that she risked falling over every time. Renata had to catch her a few times or she would have hurt herself even more. She recovered her health slowly under the loving care of her lover. Even with the limited resources she had at her disposal, she nursed her to a relatively healthy states. Most of her bruises had more or less faded away. Her muscles were still incredibly sore, but Renata massaged her for hours at a time.
Renata was sad to see her best friend hurt that way, but she was happy to be the one to take care of her. She had lost track of time in that windowless cell, but the fact was that she spent almost 12 hours a day either making her drink the spores, massaging her, talking to her or simply sitting by her side, loyal and true to her love. She didn't have much else to do, but at least it took her mind away from her master, Meganium. She longed to see the green Pokemon again and missed it as much as she missed seeing the sun. She believed more and more that her existence was so intimately linked to the Pokemon that had abducted her that she felt as if she was empty inside. Naoko's sudden arrival had filled a part of this emptiness, but she still felt the urge to be with Meganium.
Over time, Naoko, who had known Pryce for many years, was able to devise a plan that would allow them both to escape. She knew that he had never gotten over the sudden death of her wife. He used to be a kind, dedicated man before the tragedy. He hadn't always been the cold, withdrawn man he was now. Renata didn't seem to realize it, but the old man had shown a great interest in her. The way he looked at her when he entered the room, how he inspected her head from to toe every time he saw her. He undoubtedly felt very lonely, and Renata was an expert at making people crave being with her.
As soon as Naoko was strong enough to stand, she started to make a plan with Renata. As it turns out, it was as simple as it was effective, considering Pryce's blatant weakness, but Renata, who had started to give up before Naoko showed up, wouldn't have thought of it. The first part of the plan was that every time he came to check on them, either to bring food or to try and convince them of the errors of their ways, they make it seem as if they were walking on a very intimate moment. That way, it would make him want to have even more. They tried to stay close enough to one another so that whenever they heard the doorknob turning, they either locked in a very passionate kiss, or they put a hand under one another's shirt. They did anything that would arouse the lonely gym leader, stir up his imagination without going too far.
It seemed innocent at first, but both girls were starting to enjoy themselves. They might have been separated for only a few days, but they had missed each other immensely. Their escape plan made them remember why they loved each other so much and longed to go further, but they restrained themselves, as being too obvious would most likely sell them out. Naoko suspected that the gym leader was spying on them quite often, and both girls managed to put that to their advantage. When they were left alone for long enough, they switched their clothes, trying to spend some increasing amount of time at least half exposed, much to the enjoyment of the old man.
Their strategy was paying off, as he visited more and more often, something twice or thrice a day, and for a longer amount of time. He still tried to talk about freedom, about being liberated from the Pokemons that kept them enslaved, but both women always managed to bring the conversation back to their relationships. They ended up being in control of the conversations, as they discussed their special bonds with one another, talking implicitly about their sexuality. They hadn't openly talked about sex, but they kept Pryce's attention by implying that Naoko had shown everything Renata knew about love, including her over the top love-making skills.
Their strategy was working, as Pryce visited them more and more, spending an ever increasing amount of time in the girl's presence. Subtly, the mood had changed in the cell, as the captors had taken control of the old man's thoughts. Even his daily training session with his Pokemons didn't manage to take his mind off of the two women in the hideout's basement. The more he learned about them, the more he wanted to be with them. It was a cycle that both girls exploited perfectly, to the point where the old man was getting obsessed with them. The hardest moment were the nights, as he laid wide awake, thinking of them imagining them by his side. He tried to pleasure himself, but it soon proved that it wasn't enough. He needed more, after all this time.
On the other hand, Jasmine, his shy gym leader colleague, spent most of her time at the Pokemon center, naively expecting Pryce to be in control of the situation. The fact was that she wanted to get involved in this as little as possible. The way she had treated Naoko still haunted her, and she feared she would be forced to hurt her again if she went down to the hideout.
Even if the plan was working, it was still painfully slow, and after a week, both Renata and Naoko longed more than ever for their Masters. They had never been separated from them for so long since they had been taken to Ilex forest, and it was difficult for them. Nonetheless, they kept at it, eroding Pryce's will inch by inch until he was practically drooling over them. The first part of the plan was mostly complete: Pryce was hooked. The next step would have been much trickier if they hadn't planned it for so long.
On the second week of their escape plan, they started to gradually intensify their affection whenever Pryce was present. They were less and less subtle, confident in the fact that Pryce was cared now more about them than about his initial objective. Their conversation turned more and more openly about sex, and they showed their affection more often and at any time. Often, while Pryce was present, one of them would mention a particularly torrid or intense memory, while their hands would caress the other woman's bottom or other parts of their anatomy. They increased their grip on him until they were sure that they were in absolute control. Towards the end of their plan, they even told him when they wanted him to visit.
One day, when Naoko was satisfied with the man's behavior, they agreed that it was time to finally step up to the final step of their plan. They would finally be free from this cell, after almost three weeks of incarceration. Even as they got closer to their freedom, Renata couldn't help but feel guilty about Meganium. She should have been there to free it weeks ago. It was wrong for it to be prisoner inside of this man-made tool. Once they were finally out of this miserable place, she would make up for her failure. She would punish herself if she needed to. The guilt she felt was unbearable, and there was little anyone could have done to comfort her. Even the sweet, delicate and loving touch of Naoko did little to make her forget how much she longed for her Master. At this point, she would even have enjoyed being whipped by the green-beast. Anything was better than being separated from her Owner.
At least, this experience proved that she was loyal to her Masters. She hadn't been in a camp for weeks and yet she still felt the need to serve her trainers and its community as if she had just been exposed to a massive dose of the mind-altering spores. If there was one thing she was proud of, it was that the effect on her were likely to be permanent. That proved that she could be away from home for an extended period of time and she would still want to be owned by her Trainer. This came as a weird kind of comfort, as she knew that even if her plan failed and that she was stuck here for years, her loyalty would never falter. Somewhere deep within her, she knew that she was being abused and that no living being actually deserved to be treated as she was treated, but it was nothing more than a distant whisper, easy to discard.
Late one evening, Pryce climbed down as he usually did every day after his supper. He expected to find both of his captive waiting for him. Instead, to his surprise, they were both sitting on the bed, locked in a passionate hug. He expected them to stop, as they usually did when he closed the door behind him. This time however, they didn't seem to notice him, as the older Asian woman began to pull the younger woman's shirt over her head.
Hesitant, Pryce stood still, unsure what to do next. Should he leave? Should he make his presence known to the girls? Both options were available to him and would have stopped the prisoners from escaping. Instead, he chose a third option against his better judgment and got closer, trying to make as little sound as possible so he wouldn't disturb them. He had looked over them both, offered them food (which they always refused), offered them a bed (which they were using for the first time). He really believed he deserved a reward, and watching them both make out was reward enough for his kindness. He walked towards the cell without ever losing eye contact. He wanted to see every touch, every kiss. He walked slowly, as he saw the younger woman unclasp her own bra, letting the enthralled gym leader enjoy the view. He also saw Naoko remove her shirt, and watched as Renata took her skirt off and threw it out of the cell.
When he was so close to the cell that he could actually touch the bars, Naoko rose her head, as she finally acknowledge Pryce's presence.
"He's finally here" said Naoko, half-whispering in Renata's ear, just loud enough for Pryce to hear.
"So... you really think he'll do it?" said Renata softly, a wicked smiled on her face. Once again, anyone from Azalea, her hometown, would be amazed to see how far she was gone. The prude, modest and shy Renata was covered only by the smallest panties, grinning so widely at the thought of seducing a man way past his fifties, completely at ease as she exposed her body to the trapped man. Her left hand reached inside her panties as her fingers gently pried her already wet lips apart as she started rubbing gently in circle.
"Yes... I'm here" said the old man, lost for words. He knew he shouldn't have stayed, knew he should have ran away, and yet the two women were pulling him forward, using him as a puppet.
"You have no idea how long it has been" said Renata, using her most seductive voice. Her hand was already wet with her own secretion. "We need you" she said with a wicked grin. She was biting her lower lip as she talked, giving her a perverse look.
"We know you are the one who holds the power" said Naoko as she rose her head. "But we beg you, please, give us some release" she said, her voice pleading. "We need you. We swear we're not going to try anything."
The gym leader, already weak from his lust for the two women, was lost in his own world and barely considered refusing the invitation. His throbbing manhood was painful from the massive erection. Just imagining himself between either of those girl's thighs was enough to make him crazy. He couldn't remember the last time he had such a powerful hard-on. In fact, his erections were rare and far in-between, but that was before he got hold of Renata. At his age and in his situation, such an offer would probably never present itself again. Against his better judgment, he reached for the pocket in his pants, his fingers wrapping themselves around the key that would unlock the girl's cell.
He opened the door, but had trouble actually inserting the key into the lock. The door creaked as it turned on itself, letting the old man slowly enter the cell. He walked over to the bed, having let his defense down at the wrong moment. He slowly walked to the bed, wondering if he had done the right choice. His mind was nothing but a fog anymore, but he was still wary that it might have been a trap. He chose to go through with this, as he was unable to let go of the numerous dreams he had the past few weeks. How many times did he dream of those young, supple and nubile flesh? How much he actually wanted something like this to happen. He lost count of how many times he caught himself daydreaming as he watched those two unbelievably beautiful woman tease him.
Now that they were there, offering themselves to him, he lost control of his judgment and obeyed the women when they asked him to join them. He watched, as if in a trance as Renata, still wearing nothing but her blue panties grabbed him with the same hand she had been toying herself with. He was amazed at the erotic sensation of feeling the young woman's body fluid on the tip of her delicate fingers. He wasn't just seeing her, he wasn't just imagining it, he was actually touching the woman that he aroused him for weeks. She led him gently to the bed and pulled his head between her two generous breasts.
He let himself go passively, his already painful erection growing to the point where he was uncomfortable in his underwear. He felt two hands begin to work on his breaches. He did not move his head, enjoying with a passion the touch and the smell of Renata's perfect chest. Meanwhile, Pryce felt a second pair of hands tickle him just below the waist. He guessed, correctly, that it was Naoko undoing the lace from his breach, letting his throbbing manhood out of his increasingly tight prison.
He gasped as he felt the fresh air come in contact with his member, just before he gasped again when he felt a hand wrap itself softly around his vein member. "This is really happening" thought the old man. Any thought of a trap had left him, his mind completely submerged by his carnal desires.
The hand controlling his member started to move up and down slowly, as his mouth moved slightly to one of Renata's breast as he took her nipple in his mouth, his tongue softly caressing the young woman's pink nipple. Breathless, he had failed to notice that the hands rubbing his manhood had switched. While he was completely lost in a storm, Naoko had discreetly left the cell, bringing the man's pants with her. Once she was out of the hated cell, she reached for the key and threw the pant far in a corner of the room around the cell.
Still completely aware of her surrounding, Renata knew that it was almost time to escape. Putting one hand on the man's head and another on his thigh, she gently guided him on the bed, climbing on top of him in the process. She peeled her last remaining piece of clothing and folded it in one of the man's immobile hand. Amazingly, he still hadn't noticed that one of the girl was missing, focusing instead on the intense care of Renata's intimacy. She started to hump her sex on Pryce's own without actually letting him in, guiding the old man's hand to his face.
"I'm all yours" lied Renata. "Do you want more" she said, her tone implying that she was about to give him anything he wanted.
"Oh, yes, please" said the man, his foggy mind unable to focus on the trap that was closing around him.
"I'm going to give you more than you can handle, I promise you that" she whispered. "I have a surprise for you.Close your eyes and count to twenty, and then you will get everything you ever dreamed of."
She heard the old man start to count. She climbed down the bed in silence and made her way to the door. She closed the door behind her and watched as Naoko locked it immediately. The sound of the lock served as a wake up call for Pryce who instantly realized his mistake. Still panting from the intense experience, he tried to rush to the door only to find it locked with both girls staring at him with a wide smile.
"You... damned... demons." tried to shout Pryce as he struggle to catch his breath. He had become a prey to Renata and Naoko who had used his lust for them as a bait, as he recognize how much he had been played with.
"I'm sorry about all of this" said Renata who was at least half sincere. This old man hadn't mistreated her. He had tried to help her, but she didn't want the help, nor did she recognize that she even needed it.
Renata quickly dressed herself with the clothes she had thrown out of her cell. The only piece of clothing that she missed was her panties, who were still lying on the bed where Pryce had dropped them.
"You really shouldn't have separated us from our Masters" said Renata as she contemplated the pant less man hopelessly locked in his own cage. It was true. Renata could have handled being kept in a cage if she had been allowed to see her Trainer from time to time. In the end, it was that separation that had prompted both Renata and Naoko to act and find a way to escape from that place.
Now that they were free, the newest priority was to locate and let her Master out from the hated Pokeballs. Just thinking of Meganium, unjustly kept in this man-made aberration was painful to the green-haired woman. It should have been right here with her. There is no doubt that it would have known what to do, or at least she would have been able to was away that feeling of being useless that wouldn't let go since she had been captured by the old man.
"Where are they" she asked, looking directly at Pryce.
"You really think I will tell you? Stupid girl! You might have tricked me, but I certainly won't help you." Surprisingly calm, he sat on the bed and turned his head, indicating that the discussion was over.
Renata sighed as she left by the door and climbed some old, creepy stairs. Everything about this facility was apparently either ruined or appeared to have seen better days. At least the light increased as she climbed up. This new floor was apparently on ground level, judging from the windows that let the light of day in. She remembered one of her first conversation with Pryce saying that Meganium had in fact been stored somewhere in this facility.
As the room she was in only had two doors, she opened the door closest to her, but it proved to be nothing but an empty room which offered two more doors. She closed it, not wanting to wander too far for the moment. She opened the second door, and was happy to discover a small room with a single window. On the wall of this new room, which was the size of a small cupboard, a relatively small number of Pokeballs were stored on a shelf that seemed to be barely standing. Surely, Renata's master was in one of those. Both women took a Pokeball each and were about to throw them on the ground when a feminine voice startled them from behind.
"Stay where you are. If you move suddenly, Magneton will paralyze you both."
Turning around , Renata recognized the same young woman that had brought Naoko downstairs some weeks ago. The brown haired woman was holding a Pokeball in her hand and looked ready to throw it. Despite her frail and delicate figure, Renata knew that she was better not to underestimate her. Her mind was racing for a way to escape her, but she felt as if she was out of option.
Were they going back downstairs? Renata doubted that she would get a second chance to escape.

Well, that's it for Pryce! That was a long chapter to write, but I had fun doing so! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

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