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Trials of a Gym Leader	By : cerberus_ficwriter Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 14320 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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*from this chapter onwards the story takes some darker turns, hence the other content tags.
The Current Problem
Misty watched from the bleachers as Violet’s Dewgong unleashed an Ice Beam on the challenging trainer's Pidgeotto. The frigid beam struck the Pidgeotto in the chest, effectively ending the fight.
“You did well,” her sister said to the crestfallen trainer. She recalled her Dewgong and replaced the pokeball at her belt. Unlike Misty, who wore her favorite bandeau bikini, Violet wore khaki shorts and a tight fitting purple top.
Misty rose to leave as her eldest sister gave the trainer some post-battle advice. Just as she was about to leave the arena, Violet called her name. Misty glanced back to see her sister heading towards her.
“I need to speak with you,” she said.
“What’s up?” replied the newly appointed gym leader.
“I have a municipal assignment for you. Since our sisters are away, and I need to stay here to run the gym, I thought it would be a good chance for you to prove your mettle,” she finished with a wink.
“Uh, sure,” Misty stammered, a little nervous.
“There have been energy signatures coming from the old Kalos power plant,” Violet began. “Normally that wouldn’t be an issue, it’s full of electric Pokémon, but these signatures aren't erratic like they usually are. They’re pretty consistent, almost uniform. It’s strange, so the municipality is asking us to investigate.”
“Ok,” said Misty, “that shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Do you know how to get there?”
“Yes,” she smirked, of course she did, “east on Route Ten.”
“Good!” Violet smiled, “I knew I could count on you sis! I’ll let them know you’re on your way, take a couple hours to get yourself ready.” The eldest sister walked out the doors, leaving Misty to contemplate her task.
Daisy and Lily were on their own assignments right now. Their blonde sister Daisy had traveled to Celadon City to help Erika resolve gang violence in the city and the beautiful pink-haired Lily was on Seafoam Islands humanely solving a Tentacool infestation. Although, Misty mused, Lily was probably loving life and her run of good luck. The chances that she was wearing any kind of clothing were slim, and the likelihood of her not already having fucked everything on the beach wearing a bikini were even slimmer. There were stunning women around those parts; Lily was in heaven.
The old Kalos power plant, she thought as she walked back to her room to gather her things. It was strange that the hydro control room in Cerulean City was picking up consistent signatures. Every once in awhile, if a Pokémon wandered by the station's primary power transformer and released electrical charge in the vicinity of the old equipment, they would pick up a reading at the substation. But to have it happen often was uncanny, especially signatures of the same reading.
Misty changed into something more travel appropriate—a cute little skirt with a slit up the side and a sporty tankini—for the hot summer weather. Next she checked her gear, packing everything she would need for the next forty-eight hours in a blue backpack. Misty didn’t want a full bench of Pokémon, instead she chose three of her most trusted companions: Golduck, Staryu, and Vaporeon. These three had been with her since her first year as a trainer, they never let her down.
When she was ready she pinned a red button to the lapel of her shirt signifying that she was not a contestable trainer, and therefore was not a potential combatant for other trainers. It was extremely handy, most trainers couldn’t travel more than a few klicks, if that, without being challenged to a battle.
It was hot out; it had been for the past three weeks since her hazing. Misty worked her way through the east end of the city to where Route Ten began. It wasn’t any busier than usual. The route around Cerulean was relatively quiet compared to the routes in and out of larger cities like Saffron and Celadon. The few bug catchers and other trainers on the road looked at her excitedly until they saw the pin on her tankini. Misty was on a mission, she didn’t have time to do battle.
She hiked for close to two hours before coming to the part of the river that led to the old power plant. Nobody came here—there was no reason to—and she knew she wouldn’t be bothered from here on. Staryu appeared in a flash of red light and waited patiently for her trainer to remove her outer layers. Underneath she wore a revealing aqua colored string bikini, the fabric was scant enough to make her feel almost nude and so she reserved it for more private ventures. For more pragmatic purposes, as the bank of the river was rocky, she also donned a pair of teal water shoes. Lasty, she hid her backpack after having a pre-investigation snack.
The water was chilly but she didn’t mind. Staryu took her swiftly downriver until she could see the aging structure of the power plant in the distance. The plant's sun-scalded insignia was still displayed proudly on the east side of the building. Nothing struck her as strange as she and Staryu approached. Several Pikachu scattered as they made the shore, but otherwise the area seemed quite deserted.
With nobody around, she relieved herself behind a shoreline boulder and headed for the entrance. She switched out Staryu for Golduck and left Vaporeon outside on patrol. Vaporeon could become invisible in the water—she was the perfect scout.
The only sound inside was the light slapping of Golduck's webbed feet on the tile floor. It was cool inside and Misty shivered. She should have taken the time to dry off in the sun—oh well. She made her way past the buildings foyer without incident and followed a wall-mounted directory to the power plant’s central control room. Along the way she noticed dormant electrode and the odd clump of small scattered bones—likely victims of the Pikachu—but nothing suspicious or out of the ordinary.
After nearly half an hour of exploration later, and still no alarming discoveries, she stood at the end of the hallway leading to the control room. Here she stopped, as did Golduck, to listen to the muffled voices emanating from behind the closed door. Cautiously she made her way down the hallway, feeling slightly claustrophobic as the nondescript walls of the office's seemed to close in around her.
The voices stopped.
Misty stopped too, fearing she'd made a noise.
Suddenly Golduck was hit from behind by a powerful bolt of lightning, sending the Pokémon sprawled out on the ground. The residual static from the impact sent Misty crashing against the wall, her muscles locked up and convulsing painfully.
Her paroxysms lasted long enough for her to see two pairs of black boots approaching. Then, mercifully, she blacked out.
*****
The cape was so peaceful in the summer, especially at night. Misty was back there, sitting nude in the sand along the bank and gazing up at the stars. How fortunate she was able to live the life that she wanted. It really was the perfect life for her.
But something was wrong.
There were whitecaps in the water. She tried to stand but couldn’t. The whitecaps turned into waves that licked at her feet. The water was so cold.
She peered at something in the distance. It looked like a wall of water rushing towards her with all of nature’s fury behind it. A rogue wave? How was that possible?
It was coming fast and she was firmly stuck to the sand.
The wave crashed over her as the world came rushing back. She woke from her dream, spitting water and cursing. Before her was a man dressed in the black uniform of Team Rocket, beside him was a similarly dressed woman. The woman was attractive, with long raven hair and piercing blue eyes. Her features were angular but oddly sensuous. She held an empty metal pail.
Misty tried to move but her hands were bound above her head. It was then she realized that she couldn’t feel the fabric of her bikini against her skin—she was naked, again. Her ankles were bound as well but held apart. On each of her nipples, and her outer labia, was a metal clamp. These caused discomfort but no real pain. Beside the woman was a black box with three dials reading levels 1-4 and an individual power switch for each dial. Three cords sprouted from the back of the box, two of them went respectively to her nipples and labia, the other she couldn’t see. She quickly deduced that the device was meant to administer electric shocks.
“What do you want with the power plant?” she asked between shivers. That water had been freezing!
“None of your business,” said the man.
The woman turned one of the dials up to 2. Misty gasped as a jolt of electricity shot through her breasts.
“I’m not the only one here,” Misty said when it was over.
“Yes you are,” grinned the man. “We have cameras outside you stupid whore, you came alone.”
The woman smiled, “My name is Jasmine, my associate is Harold. We belong to Team Rocket.” She turned another dial and pain erupted between Misty's legs. The shock to her genitals left her knees weak and trembling.
“You're gym leader, yes?” asked Jasmine.
“Yes,” replied the shaken Misty, “and my sisters will come for me.”
Jasmine shook her head, “We did our research, hon. Your sisters are away and the eldest needs to stay at the gym.”
“Sorry hon, but you're going to die here,” she continued, putting both of the previous dials at 2. Misty doubled-over—or at least tried to—and gritted through the pain. The woman didn’t administer a quick shock this time, she left the dials there for a couple minutes. Misty was covered in a sheen of sweat when Jasmine finally stopped the torture. Both Rocket members had discarded some of their clothing. Jasmine was down to her magenta underthings—she was sexy, Misty could have had fun with her under different circumstances, but the fact that she had threatened her with death was a real buzzkill—and Harold had completely removed everything below the waist, revealing a well endowed cock that was getting harder by the second. Jasmine turned to him, bent down, and helped him the rest of the way. His seven inches dissapeared completely into her mouth as her tongue twirled around his member. She took him deep into her throat, holding him there until her eyes began to water and she choked. The Rocket woman tried to pull away but he got greedy, holding her there so she couldn't pull away and denying her the air she desperately needed. Finally, he released her from his cock but would't let her return to Misty until she'd licked and sucked his balls.
Jasmine, when she was finished, turned the labia dial up to 3. Misty's entire body seized up. She wouldn’t have been able to cry out if she wanted to.
Then, it was over.
The Rocket woman walked up to her and reached for something Misty couldn’t see until Jasmine waved it in front of her face. It was a steel dildo with a wire attached to it. Without a word Jasmine lubed it with her saliva, placed it between the cheeks of Misty's ass, and slid it into her anus. It was so cold! Jasmine strapped a belt around Misty’s waist to hold the dildo in place.
“I hope you shit this morning,” Jasmine snickered. “I’d hate for you to embarrass yourself.”
Harold was seated in an office chair now, stroking himself and enjoying the show.
The anal dildo dial was turned up to 3. Misty arched her back as jolts of electricity violated her most personal area. Her bowel muscles clenched and unclenched erratically, it was indeed a good thing she had gone earlier. One by one Jasmine turned all the dials back to 3. Agonizing paroxysms wracked her body. Misty cried out, it was a primal thing wrought with pain and frustration.
Jasmine turned the dials back down. Misty just hung there, defeated. Lily might have actually enjoyed this to an extent, being the kinky nympho she was, but Misty was not enjoying any of it.
Harold stood and strode over to the bound gym leader, holding his enlarged cock. He unstrapped the belt and slid the dildo out. He glanced at Jasmine, who nodded. Misty felt the head of his cock poking around her ass and whimpered. Shifting away only made him try harder, grabbing her hip and prodding her lubed-up anus with his dick.
Jasmine was now the one sitting and watching.
Misty could feel him sliding into her into her just as a metallic blur whizzed past her. She heard Harold grunt and felt him pull out—or rather fall backwards. He hit the ground hard; Jasmine screamed.
She was able to crane her neck around just enough to see Staryu embedded deep in his chest like a buzz-saw. The Pokémon extracted itself just as Jasmine dove for the controls. Staryu locked her in place with it’s telekinetic powers before she could reach them and proceeded to free it’s trainer. Misty cut her bonds on Staryu's sharp body and gingerly removed all the clamps.
Not long after Jasmine was strung up in her place, all of her clothing similarly removed. Misty took a moment to admire her ample breasts and athletic body. Her eyes lingered on the hairless pussy between her legs, wishing she didn’t have to do what she was about to do. She might have let the Rocket beauty cum one last time if she hadn't enjoyed torturing her so much.
“You won’t stop us, bitch. You stupid fucking cunt!”
Tears trickled down Jasmine’s cheeks. Misty studied the dials, Jasmine had never turned any of them to level 4. Beside the box was what she assumed was the power switch feeding the device. She flicked it off and turned all the dials to their highest setting.
“It’s too late,” Jasmine gritted, her voice breaking. She knew full well she was about to die. “You won't win."
Misty let her eyes drift over Jasmine’s body one last time. “We'll see about that. But if I die trying, at least you won’t be around to see it.”
She flipped the switch back on.
The lights dimmed as a surge of power flowed through the Rocket woman's body. Jasmine jolted violently against her constraints, eyes rolling back into her skull. Misty didn't show her any mercy, she let Jasmine’s insides burn until the device began smoking. Finally she switched the power off and let Jasmine slump forward, quite dead.
There was only blackened skin beneath the clamps attached to Jasmine’s privates. The smell alone nearly made her sick. Misty was pretty sure even Staryu shuddered.
She didn’t spend any extra time attending to the corpse. There were other Team Rocket members in the facility, and although they may not have paid any mind to the power surge knowing that Jasmine was using electroshock torture on a prisoner, she still had to hurry. Misty didn’t see her bikini anywhere so she tried Jasmine’s clothing. In the end she discarded them and left the room totally naked, Jasmine's bust was too big and her hips too wide.
The hall outside was quiet. Misty padded through the corridors until she came to a glass panel window overlooking a more nuts-and-bolts section of the plant. There were Rocket members down there. Some were walking the galvanized aluminum catwalks while a few others were gathered around what looked to be a mobile computer station with several sleek laptops displaying diagnostic readouts. They were deeply engaged in conversation. The Rocket the other two seemed to be deferring to was a man with slicked back hair wearing a white suit with the Team Rocket R emblazoned over his heart. He had to be an Executive.
The only Pokémon she currently had with her was Staryu. Golduck was probably still knocked out in the hallway they'd been attacked in, or so she assumed. Staryu must have let itself out of its Pokeball. Luckily for her. Misty glanced back to the star shaped Pokémon using telekenisis to hover just above the floor. Her Staryu was good, but not good enough to take on a handful of experienced trainers at once. At least not without the element of surprise.
Float up to the ceiling and wait for my signal, she conveyed with her thoughts, knowing the Pokemon was listening for instruction. Staryu complied.
The first catwalk was free of any activity. Misty began sneaking across but stopped, suddenly, and stifled a cry of pain as the jagged metal of the non-slip catwalk dug into the bottom of her foot. Taking a deep breath, she continued.
From platform to platform she went until she came to the first catwalk occupied by a Rocket. At this point she was low enough to the ground to slip beneath the walkway and drop the remaining ten feet to the ground without being seen. Her bare feet hitting the cool floor made little sound as she dashed for cover behind the nearest apparatus.
“…transport it immediately,” she heard, close enough now to eavesdrop on their conversation.
“It's too powerful,” said another voice, “we need something more secure.”
There was a pause.
“No,” said the third speaker. The Executive perhaps? “This will work, and we need to move soon.”
There were footsteps above her. Misty held her breath as they passed. Ultimately she had no real plan, or any idea of what this was all about, but she'd figure it out.
Hopefully.
Apparently she was also destined to gadabout in the nude, as if her hazing wasn’t bad enough. In hindsight she’d been incredibly lucky. And like hell she was going through that again! She would contact Violet, somehow, for an extraction as soon as she sorted this mess out.
Fucking fuck! she thought. Why me? Well, here goes nothing.
Misty stepped from concealment. Instantly she heard shouts of warning from the sentries as they released their Pokémon. The three Rockets around the consoles gave a start and started at the intruder. Two of the Rocket's mouths were hanging open, clearly awestruck by this attractive young woman who had decided to stroll naked from the shadows.
“Who might you be?” asked the Executive, amusement clear in his voice.
“Hey!” exclaimed one of his cohorts, “that’s Misty, one of the Cerulean City gym leaders.”
“Interesting,” the Executive continued. “How did you know we were here? We’ve been careful not to draw unwanted attention. Unless...ah, I see. You didnt know we were here. So what drew you to us?"
“I can’t tell you that,” Misty replied. “But whatever you’re doing here ends today.”
The man barked out a laugh. “If you say so. Where are Harold and Jasmine?”
“They took my clothes and tried to execute me,” she said. “Harold is dead and Jasmine is…well done.”
The Executive sighed in exasperation, “That’s too bad. She had her, ummm, uses. I enjoyed her company.”
“They'd both probably still be alive if they hadn’t tried to kill me.”
“You understand I hope, girl, that I’m going to kill you. But slowly.” He gave her a once-over, his eyes lingering uncomfortably long on her nether regions. “I’m going to do things to you that you can’t even imagine, and it’s going to take you a long time to die.”
The other male Rocket beside him was smiling lewdly and the woman was smirking.
Misty took note of the Rocket woman then. She wasn't as outwardly beautiful as Jasmine but she was certainly pretty. As if her long blonde hair with pink tips was hot enough, she wore a black off-the-shoulder crop top and an equally black crochet skirt. Misty was pretty sure the woman—who was probably no older than her sister Daisy—wore nothing under the skirt, which barely covered her ass anyway.
Her eyes lingered too long, the Executive had released a Beedrill and a Golbat was already flapping in the air beside it. The hesitation cost her the first move, but Staryu was ready.
“Now!” she shouted, raising her hand to the ceiling.
Staryu shot down from above like a throwing star and clipped Golbat in the wing. The bat screeched in pain, grounded now by the looks of the torn membrane of its wing. The Beedrill ignored its fallen comrade and came for Misty herself. Misty grabbed an old metal pipe within arms reach just in time to bat away Beedrill's arm-stinger. She followed through with a backhand swing that connected with the insects gnashing mandibles, sending it reeling. Staryu was quick to intervene, tackling the Beedrill and giving it’s trainer enough time to escape.
Two Zubat swooped down at the fleeing gym leader, darting past her and leaving angry bites that trickled blood. Misty cried out in pain and frustration. Zubat were probably the most dangerous Pokémon to humans, mainly hikers, spelunkers, and lagoon explorers. They clung to cavern ceilings in swarms and would attack humans who disturbed them. Misty had heard once of a group of women on a weekend getaway exploring a lagoon cave on the Seafoam Islands. They were found half-eaten in the cave by some Rangers investigating their disappearance.
The situation wasn’t good. With Staryu engaged with the Beedrill, Vaporeon keeping watch outside, and Golduck MIA, she was out of options. The best she could do was hide under a set of stairs to at least cover herself from aerial attacks.
It worked, for the most part, until she was grabbed roughly by the torso and hauled out from cover. Misty nearly stumbled but managed to recover, coming face to face with the blonde in the crochet mini-skirt. Misty hesitated a second too long. The woman clocked her so hard it made her vision dance. Misty managed to grab her top—which must have laced up at the back—because as she fell she heard the tearing of fabric and a surprised gasp, both of which made sense as she held up the torn garment and tossed it aside.
“Oops,” she said wryly, captivated by the woman's bouncing tits.
The Rocket came at her again, but this time Misty was ready. The gym leader ducked under her punch, grabbed the hem of her skirt, slid it down to her ankles—she was indeed nude underneath—and wrenched the fabric away, sending the now-naked woman face-first to the floor. The woman sprang up and rushed Misty, hitting her with a full-body tackle that sent them out into the open again.
The other Rockets and their Executive—and Staryu, who had prevailed over Beedrill—stood staring in mild disbelief at the two naked wrestling women. It only lasted a moment before Staryu sent two jets of water through the air to disable the two Zubat flitting around. Golduck decided then to appear on one of the catwalks above them. The duck Pokémon hurried down to help Staryu, who'd engaged a savage Nidorino and a Fearow.
Misty had her hands full with the Rocket woman. The pair had disentangled from their wrestling match on the floor—one that had pretty much placed the woman’s ass in Misty’s face. She wasn’t complaining, the woman had a great body, but the whole situation seemed absolutely ridiculous. It wasn’t until she grabbed a switch-blade off a table that Misty was able to accept the gravity of her situation.
The woman feinted left but slashed from the right. Misty hopped back out of harms way and bounded forward to grab her knife-arm. Grappling with somebody wielding a blade wasn’t the best idea, but she couldn’t think of anything else to do. It nearly worked. Misty put pressure on the back of her elbow and leveraged with a twist of her hips to bring her to her knees, but just as quickly the woman kicked out with her right foot, catching Misty off guard and fighting to keep her balance. She succeeded in keeping herself upright, but her grip on the Rocket woman was compromised long enough for her to break free. Misty extracted herself too late to deflect the next attack. She looked down to see the blade of the knife buried to the hilt a few inches below her navel.
“Well done, but not enough,” said the woman.
Misty staggered back and sank to one knee. Being stabbed in the gut hurt more than she'd thought it would. Desperately, she fought for consciousness. Golduck and Staryu seemed to be on the loosing end of things this time too.
This was it. She had failed.
The Rocket woman walked up to Misty and laid the knife across her neck, intending to slit her throat. She would have, too, if not for a bollt of lightning that seemed to rock the whole building. The conclusive blast sent all of the Rockets diving to the ground and interrupted the battling Pokémon. Through bleary eyes Misty saw a team of Cerulean cops enter the room, guns trained on the Rockets, and her sister Violet. Violet held a handgun and sported a bowie knife on her belt. She unsheathed the latter as she approached the Rocket woman who had stabbed her sister. Misty saw the woman beg futilely for her life. Her words fell on deaf ears. Violet forced her back against a column and slammed the knife hilt-deep up between her legs. Misty had never in her life heard such a hair-raising scream. Violet said something she couldn’t make out, but she could hear at least the venom in her sister's voice. She threw the Rocket woman to the ground, let her try to crawl away, and shot her three times in the back.
Misty felt herself being lifted onto a stretcher by a medical team, it was hard to say what happened after that though. The darkness creeping in from the edge of her vision had finally thwarted her attempts to remain conscious.
She lay back and let the unconciousness take her.
*****
Bright light was what eventually woke her. It was too bad though, she was having a dream about her and the Rocket woman. They'd been 69'ing on the beach outside the power plant. Misty had been on the bottom, her face hurried between the the Rocket's ass cheeks.
The taste…
Fuck, the bedsheets were wet. Misty did her best to hide the wet spot on the crotch of her gown.
“Good dream?”
Misty jumped, Violet was sitting in the chair beside her bed.
“The gym,” she said through parched lips.
“Daisy is there. I wanted to be here for you. I’m sorry Misty, that was more to ask of you than I should have. I thought you'd be dealing with some unruly electric types, not team Rocket—and especially not an Executive.”
“What were they doing there?” Misty tried to sit up, but a fiery pain in her belly stopped her.
“Zapdos appeared at the power plant,” Violet began. “I don’t know how, but they captured it. Once they harvested enough of Zapdos’ energy they were going to ship him off to who knows where."
“You stopped them?”
Violet nodded and gave Misty a warm smile. “Yes, and if it weren’t for you holding them up I think we might have been too late. They were in the late stages of their plan already.”
Misty smiled and lay back on the hospital pillows, satisfied with that.
“I’m going to let you rest now.”
“Oh,” continued the elder sister, “by the way, was it you who electrocuted the other woman? The one with the big tits?”
Misty cracked an eye open and nodded.
“Well done,” she said. “And here,” Misty felt two pieces of paper pressed into her hand. They weren’t pieces of paper though, they were photos.
The first was a frontal photo of the second Rocket woman back at the power plant. She was standing naked with knife in hand. The second was one of her from behind, partly bent over in combat. Her position in the photo afforded Misty a view of her beautiful shaved slit and the little brown hole between her cheeks.
That meant that Violet was there the whole time, or at least for most of the exchange with the Executive's group, and chose not to intervene until absolutely necessary. Although, why take the photos? Was her sister a closet lesbian too? Or had she just taken photos of all of them? Such a provocative pose though...
Misty was glad she did, either way.
“Have fun, sis.” Violet left then, leaving Misty to study the pictures.
A hand slid down to her already dripping pussy.
She certainly would.
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