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Ultimate Gym Leader Collection	By : Xita Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 15252 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: As with most of this story, the events of this chapter are heavily inspired by several works commissioned by DRaB and illustrated by Oo_Sebastian_oO.

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“Where am I GOING!?” Faust yelled in frustration, stepping off of a teleportation square for about the seventieth time since entering the Saffron City Gym. The good gym, not the one that didn’t give a badge. Those guys sucked, but at least he had a Hitmonlee now. Fat load of good it would do in a gym full of Psychic Pokémon. There was one tile, he knew, that would lead him to Gym Leader Sabrina. Had he been paying attention as he rampaged through the rest of the gym, he would’ve probably been able to find it through process of elimination. The truth was, though, that he didn’t have the patience for that kind of thing, so instead he randomly stepped from tile to tile, running almost aimlessly through the building.

Eventually, inevitably, Faust found the right tile, making up for lack of his puzzle-solving abilities with sheer bull-headed persistence. The same way he had made it through Koga’s damned invisible labyrinth…only this time, a far more appealing sight awaited him at the end of his quest. Sabrina was wearing some of the weirdest clothing he had seen so far on his journey – a form-fitting red and black suit that looked like some sort of uniform, even a little martial arts-inspired. The stern gaze she was directing at him seemed to match up with the militaristic design of her clothing. Faust returned this look with a cocky grin, or at least the cockiest he could manage after making a fool of himself for damn near thirty minutes of aimless wandering.

“I had a vision of your arrival!” Sabrina declared, a Pokéball appearing in her hand as she did so. “I have had psychic powers since I was a child. It started when a spoon I carelessly tossed…” she tossed the Pokéball as she said this, and it floated in mid-air just above her palm, demonstrating her telekinesis, “…bent.” There was a tone of threat in her voice, and Faust felt compelled to shield his groin with his hands. “I dislike battling, but if you wish, I will show you my powers!” She capped off this small speech by glowering at Faust, and adding on, “I do hope you will challenge me now. I have had time to see into your mind, and learn of your true intentions. You are a disgusting and vile person who deserves to be punished for your crimes!”

Faust laughed off Sabrina’s threat, putting on a front of bravado even after she had explained her ability to read his thoughts. “Guess there’s no need for me to introduce myself, then. No use beating around the bush, either, since you know what I’m here for. As for me, I may not have psychic powers, but from what I’ve heard, that hasn’t stopped a whole bunch of League challengers from beating you, babe. Go, Gengar!” Faust sent out his first Pokémon, his old partner whom he had fought with even well before he’d begun his journey. The shadowy ghost appeared, sharing its master’s sinister grin, and got ready for battle.

“This battle will be unlike any normally taken by an ordinary trainer,” Sabrina vowed, telekinetically thrusting out her Pokéball, which broke open. “Go, Kadabra!” The psychic Pokémon emerged, and took a battle stance, holding a spoon somehow threateningly towards Gengar. It twitched to move, but all of a sudden was struck right across the face, and before either trainer could speak a word, Kadabra lay cold-cocked at Sabrina’s feet. “Wh-what!?” she uttered in surprise.

“Ha! You just got blasted by Gengar’s Sucker Punch!” Faust explained, and Gengar stepped back to stand beside him, flexing its little arm. “I heard about how you can communicate telepathically with your Pokémon.” He tapped a finger to his temple, smirking knowingly, and Gengar did the same. “Once you started yelling about me paying for my crimes or whatever the fuck, I figured you’d issue an immediate attack to take me offguard. Sucker Punch only works if the opponent tries to attack, so you’ve only got yourself to blame for that instant knock-out, you crazy bitch!”

“Arrogant little…” Sabrina snarled, sweeping Kadabra back into its Pokéball. “Alright, perhaps I took you a bit too lightly…try this, then! Go, Mr. Mime!” Replacing Kadabra was an almost clownish-looking creature, who immediately took to pressing his hands forward. As he did so, his hands pressed against an almost transparent, very much solid panel, which grew outward as he traced along it horizontally.

“It’s raising some sort of barrier!” Faust realized, pointing forward. “Gengar, take him down before the barrier gets too strong! Shadow Ball!” Gengar nodded its head, and immediately unleashed a blast of dark energy, which passed through the barrier and slammed into Mr. Mime, knocking him backward. Unperturbed, he threw himself back into his work, raising up another nigh-invisible barrier in conjunction with the first one. Another Shadow Bull from Gengar made quick work of him, but the two-layered defense remained in place.

“Reflect and Light Screen,” Sabrina offered to Faust in explanation, recalling Mr. Mime, “admittedly, I would’ve preferred that Mr. Mime got to see the end result of his work, creating such a strong defense, but I’m afraid that will be up to his teammates. Go, Venomoth!” Unexpectedly, a flying Bug Pokémon emerged third from Sabrina’s team, catching Faust somewhat off-guard.

“Pfft, whatever,” Faust smirked, and Gengar dashed forward, “I’ve taken care of things like that before. Its attacks are nothing Gengar, he’ll shake off whatever poisons you throw his way!”

“Who said anything about using poisons?” Sabrina asked rhetorically, and immediately Venomoth struck out with a powerful beam of energy, catching Gengar off-guard and knocking it to the floor.

“The hell? A Psybeam!?” Faust realized in shock. Effective as Gengar’s attacks were against Psychic Pokémon, he was unfortunately weak against the very same type of attacks. Making a snap judgment, Faust recalled his old partner. “Sorry man, leave this fight to somebody else…Okay, just another bug to squash, go Skarmory!” The Steel bird Pokémon that had swept Erika’s team with ease emerged with a mighty shriek, spreading its metallic plumage in challenge.

Without hesitation, Venomoth greeted Skarmory with another Psybeam, unleashed so quickly that even the swift bird was unable to dodge the attack. It shook off the strike easily enough, though, and went into action as Faust issued his command. “Skarmory, take this bug down! Use Air Cutter!” The bird instantly complied, lashing out with its wings and sending an invisible blade surging across the distance between them. The Light Screen shuddered against the blow, absorbing a considerable amount of the attack, but fortunately enough penetrated through to still strike Venomoth.

“Hm…” Sabrina frowned at Faust, as their respective Pokémon continued to clash. While Skarmory was having greater difficulty than it normally would against an opponent that it possessed a type advantage against, it was clearly gradually getting the better of each exchange. “Fortunate for you that you possessed a Pokémon immune to most of Venomoth’s abilities other than Psybeam. Fortunately…” she held her Pokéball out, recalling Venomoth precisely as it was finally struck down, “…I wasn’t depending upon it to be the decisive factor in this battle.”

“Whatever, babe,” Faust replied. Truthfully, Sabrina was giving him his toughest challenge yet, but now that he was gaining momentum, his confidence was at an all-time high. “You got four Pokémon total, right? So send out your last one so we can finish getting down and dirty, and start getting down and dirty!” He waggled his eyebrows at her a couple times, and just to be as lewd as possible, he took off his jacket as well.

“Your disgusting journey ends here, fool,” Sabrina vowed, her final Pokéball floating down from her hand. “Finish this, Alakazam!” The final evolution of Kadabra emerged onto the battlefield. Surprisingly, it emerged with its eyes shut, catching Faust off-guard.

“Let’s take care of this quickly, Skarmory!” Faust said, “Start attacking with Steel Wing!” He clenched his fists in anticipation, knowing that Alakazam, like its pre-evolution, was vulnerable to physical attacks. However, when two seconds had gone by and the attack hadn’t connected, he reacted with confusion. “Skarmory?” he repeated, looking at his motionless Pokémon. “Skarmory! Skarmory, use Steel Wing!”

“It can’t hear you now,” Sabrina stated, while her Alakazam continued to stand still with its eyes glowed. However, as it did so, an ominous purple aura began to surround the Psychic Pokémon, and that was enough for Faust to know that its motionlessness did not mean it was standing idly, as his Skarmory was.

“The hell do you mean!?” Faust demanded, “Skarmory could hear me just fine a few seconds ago! You saying it’s gone deaf all of a sudden!?”

“In a manner of speaking,” Sabrina answered with a cold smile. “Simply put…I’ve shut its ears to you.”

“Yeah?” Faust blinked. “What’s that mean?”

“I used the same telepathic ability that allows me to communicate with my Pokémon,” Sabrina began explained, and then slowly pointed to Faust, “and I extended it to your Pokémon. I’ve made it so that your commands do not register with Skarmory, so it cannot take any action.”

“You can do that!?” Faust said, blown away, “What the fuck!? That’s fucking cheating!”

“Maybe,” Sabrina agreed, “and it’s an ability I don’t use on just anyone. This is for a very good cause, however. At any cost, I must win this battle, and stop you.” Alakazam punctuated Sabrina’s vow by finally moving, thrusting one of its spoons forward and sending out a tremendous wave of psychic energy. Skarmory was overwhelmed by the blast, and dropped to the floor. “Alakazam can take all the time in the world to amplify its powers with Calm Mind, and unleash a powerful enough Psychic attack to defeat any Pokémon you send against it, while your Pokémon sit uselessly, capable of doing nothing but awaiting their fall.”

“Bullshit!” Faust said, defiantly, “Like that’s gonna happen! Come on out again, Gengar!” The shadowy specter reappeared, ready to fight on.

“It’s useless,” Sabrina said with conviction, “now watch as one by one, your Pokém-” Sabrina fell silent mid-sentence when Gengar suddenly teleported in front of Alakazam, Sucker Punching it right across the face. Though her Pokémon didn’t fall, it was clearly shaken, and staggered so much that its Psychic attack didn’t even go off. “What!?”

“You said my Pokémon couldn’t hear me,” Faust said with a grin, “but the Sucker Punch strategy is something Gengar and I came up with before the battle even started.” He crossed his arms over his chest, meeting Sabrina’s hateful glare defiantly. “Sucker Punch if Alakazam’s about to attack, Shadow Ball if it isn’t…Gengar knows exactly what to do without me saying a thing! And I know he’ll carry out that plan ‘til this battle’s finished!”

“Its loyalty to you is disheartening,” Sabrina remarked. Then she sighed, and Alakazam raised its spoon again.

“I told you, he’ll just-,” Faust was distracted by the sight of his Gengar gathering up dark energy, preparing to throw a Shadow Ball. “Wait, Gengar, what-!” It was too late. A wave of psychic power overwhelmed Gengar, knocking him down for the count. “What the fuck now!?”

“If I can silence your voice, I can also imitate it,” Sabrina stated, “I just had to insert a mistimed command to use the improper move, thus creating an opening.” Her Alakazam flexed slightly, and began to glow brightly, some of its injuries disappearing as it Recovered. “The ultimate attack, the ultimate defense, the ultimate recovery, and opponents who won’t fight back…even if they do strike randomly, without a proper strategy to guide them, your Pokémon will fall, one by one. And then, you’ll be left defenseless. No way to resist as I punish you for all that you’ve done and all that you’re attempting to do in the future!”

“Spare me the soldier of justice shit, babe,” Faust snarled, “I don’t want to hear it!”

“I’m sure it’s that type of attitude that led you to become such a depraved, horrible person!” Sabrina said, “Nobody’s taken the responsibility to stamp out the problem that is your existence, but I’ll be the one to finally do so! Prepare for your final comeuppance!”

Faust grimaced. The woman was, admittedly, pretty terrifying with how seriously she was treating the matter. He silently thanked whatever force was responsible for her Pokémon party not being any stronger than it currently was…otherwise he might be in trouble. “Let’s end this thing…” he muttered, taking out a Pokéball.

Sabrina’s eyes widened as she stared at the ball in Faust’s hand. She had been connected with Faust’s mind ever since Gengar had Sucker Punched her Alakazam, just to have a bit of notice in case he did come up with a plan to defeat her. As his plan came to the forefront of his mind, however, she realized that she had no way of stopping him. “No…”

“Go,” Faust declared, throwing the Pokéball out, “WEAVILE!” At his command, a black creature, somewhat akin to a bipedal weasel with red feathery protrusions and white, razor-sharp claws appeared, raising its arms threateningly as it did so.

"Damn it..." Sabrina muttered, her tone betraying a hint of fear now, "not a Dark type!"

"Oh yeah," Faust said with a smirk, "it's a Dark type. Not only completely immune to Psychic, but from the look of it, immune to your little mind games. And I'm guessing unless your Alakazam happens to know a non-Psychic attac- ah fuck it, why bother finding out? Weavile, use Night Slash!" The clawed fiend dashed forward with tremendous speed, and raked its claws directly across the Reflect wall that stood directly in front of Alakazam. Black claw marks were left in its wake, and the barrier shuddered beneath the impact, knocking Alakazam backward.

"Alakazam, Recover!" Sabrina cried out in desperation, for once foregoing her typical mental commands as Alakazam did its best to shake off the damage it had received.

"Not gonna happen," Faust said, "Weavile, finish this thing! NIGHT SLASH!" Weavile nodded its head, and reared back before tearing its claws into the barrier once more. Reflect shattered under the power of its slash, and Alakazam was bombarded with several shards of the barrier that had been meant to protect it, leaving several bruises and knocking it completely off-balance. Alakazam teetered backwards for several seconds before collapsing against the wall, completely unconscious. "Phew..." Faust exhaled as the battle concluded, "that was a bit of a close one, but- hey!" Sabrina hadn't hesitated to break and run, heading straight for the room's only exit - the teleportation tile. "Weavile!"

Even running all-out, Sabrina couldn't hope to outrun a Weavile. The Dark-type was on her in an instant, tripping her up with one of its clawed hands around each of her ankles. "No!" she objected, trying to kick away at the small creature. Weavile was deceptively strong despite its slight frame, however, especially in comparison to the Gym Leader who normally relied so heavily on her psychic abilities. Weavile began to brutally drag Sabrina back into the middle of the room, while Sabrina's fingernails scrabbled against the tiled for, ineffectively trying to find a purchase as she shrieked her disapproval.

"Weavile, if she tries to mind-blast me or whatever the fuck, slit her throat or something," Faust commanded. Despite not knowing exactly how Sabrina's powers worked and what she might be capable of, he spoke calmly, confident that this was sufficient precaution against Sabrina's efforts to resist. He grabbed Sabrina by the hips once she was within reach and flipped her over, and to her mortification she saw that somehow in the brief span of time since the conclusion of their battle, Faust had managed to shed the rest of his clothing, and his erect manhood waved threateningly at her. She redoubled her uncoordinated, thrashing resistance, but this only served to further her capture, as Faust easily caught her flailing arms by the wrists without even having to reach after them. Faust then settled into a seated position over Sabrina's stomach, effectively pinning her to the ground. "Weavile, get her pants off," he commanded, and himself went about stripping Sabrina's upper body. Of course there was some difficulty in doing so, but it was owed almost entirely to their position on the floor, which made peeling Sabrina's top off rather difficult. Sabrina's actual attempts at resistance played little role in affecting Faust's aims, other than to limit his actions to one hand lifting her shirt up while the other clasped her wrists together.

Sabrina stared up at her assailant with her head swimming is assorted emotions. Fear. Anger. Hatred. Disappointment. Weakness...which was a foreign sensation. Without the crutch of her mental powers, she was collapsing under this man's clearly superior strength, and he wasn't even trying all that hard to dominate her. It was as if he had simply willed it to happen, a thought which disgusted her even more, to consider that this man might possibly be stronger than her not simply in body but also in spirit. She knew from reading his mind that this man had broken the spirits of other women he had come across, and she refused to be counted among them.

Mentally resolved as Sabrina might have been, she was quickly left as nude as Faust, which did surprisingly little to bother her. A hint of a blush tinged her cheeks when Faust lifted her top over her head and he ogled her breasts, but she already felt so humiliated that there was barely any room left to feel shy about this exposure. She reacted more fiercely, however, when the two of them briefly struggled after that point, as the shirt got caught up on the elbows of her restrained arms, entangling them together above her head. Faust released her hands as this occurred, and instead began to play with Sabrina's exposed breasts, squeezing them while laughing at her pathetic situation. The humiliation actually drove Sabrina to finish taking her shirt off and throw the garment aside (joining her pants, shoes, and underwear, which had long since been yanked off by Weavile) so that her hands would be free to strike Faust across his damned laughing face. Unfortunately for Sabrina her intentions were clear from the very moment she began thrashing about with her hands still bound, and Faust easily caught her wrists again. He chuckled darkly, enjoying his control over Sabrina, and started to repeatedly pull upwards on her arms, yanking her entire upper body up and down. The motion caused Sabrina's breasts to swing up and down and her head to bounce a few times off the floor, and before she could regain her senses, Faust quickly wrestled her arms down to her chest, forcing her to cup her chest as if presenting it to him. Sabrina snarled at him when she realized what he had done, then gasped as the pressure on her stomach suddenly vanished. Faust stuck a knee between Sabrina's legs to force them apart, then shifted downward, settling between her thighs.

Since he was now in a position closer to her legs, Sabrina immediately tried to kick Faust, but he was already in such an advantageous position that she only ended up swinging her feet through the air behind him. Eventually she realized that to have a chance of hitting him, she needed to pull her leg up as close to her chest as she could, and when she did, Faust reacted with impressive speed. He passed both of her wrists to his left hand, holding them together beneath her breasts, which were forced together by her trapped arms. Then he grabbed her leg under the knee, stopping its movement. Faust took a few seconds to smirk down at Sabrina, which suited her fine - it meant her glare of hatred was directed straight into his eyes. But then he turned his head, directing his gaze to her raised leg. He spent a considerable amount of time appraising it, as if Sabrina had raised it up to present it for inspection. "You got good legs," Faust said, suddenly, "bet you'd make a good dancer. Need to work out a little, tone 'em up a bit, but these'd look damn good wrapped around a pole."

"I am not a stripper!" Sabrina spat, and she jerked her body almost randomly, desperate to fight back somehow, "I'll gouge your eyes out, you pig!"

Faust took action just after the insult rolled out of Sabrina's mouth, seemingly in retribution for it. With perfect aim, he entered her, shocking Sabrina into silence. Sabrina began to tear up at the intrusion, and Faust took advantage of her shock by continuing on his path of thought. "You'd have to work on your bitchy attitude, of course," he said, slowly withdrawing from his initial assault, pulling back until he was almost all the way out, "but I think I can help you with that part," and drove back into her, planting himself up to the base. He began deliberately and started to build momentum, like a train leaving the station. "You know I bet it'd help you get along with those martial arts freaks next door. Hard to stay mad at a girl after you've paid her to shake her ass in your face. Hell, I bet you could even put your powers to good use. Make your pole levitate or something."

"Shut up!" Sabrina demanded. It was horrible enough being subjected to this act, but it was somehow being made even worse by his cocky, verbal demeaning. Crass insults or even deluded claims that she was enjoying the despicable act she could've handled, but the fact that he was complimenting her value as a sexual object - worse yet, sincerely, even - was driving her mad. She almost let loose a mental blast in outrage, but a small black shape caught her attention out of the corner of her eye, and she held it back, turning her eyes to Faust's Weavile. The sight of it made her jaw drop, for rather than casting a threatening leer at her, Weavile's expression was clouded with lust, and the small Dark-type had delicately wrapped one of its claws around its erect penis. The shocking visual was enough to momentarily make Sabrina forget about how much she hated Faust's very existence, at least up until he opened his mouth again.

"Ha, see!?" Faust exclaimed, "Even Weavile thinks you got a bangin' body!"

"B-be quiet!" Sabrina yelled, her retort briefly delayed by surprise at the sight of Weavile. She grunted as Faust pushed forward on her leg, forcing it down against her chest until her knee nearly met with her shoulder.

"You've even got the flexibility for it," Faust observed, his voice losing a bit of its slimy smoothness due a slight lack of breath, for he had pressed himself forward along with Sabrina's leg to gain better access to her spread opening, and to increase his pace. "You'd make a killing night in and night out. Every bastard who laid eyes on you'd just want to turn you inside out-"

"SHUT UP!" Sabrina shrieked. To her right, Weavile continued pleasuring himself while watching the scene wear on.

"-even if none of 'em would make you feel a fucking thing after I'm done with you," Faust went on, a feral tone seeping into his voice. "So I guess it'll be up to me to keep your ass in check, make sure you get your nightly fucking so you can focus on-"

"STOP TALKING!" Sabrina bellowed, and Faust laughed in her face.

"'Stop talking'!?" he echoed mockingly, "You want me to shut my mouth!?"

"YES!" Sabrina screamed out, and before she could realize what Faust was planning, his lips were on hers, his tongue violating her mouth before she even had the time to react. A split-second of oral plundering later, and Sabrina was prepared to bite his tongue off, but Faust was clearly ahead of her, as his arm slipped off of her leg, letting it fall to the ground, and in one motion he pulled his mouth away from Sabrina's face and replaced it with his hand. He brutally shoved her head to the ground and kept it there, holding her completely prone and incapable of reaching him. Arms bound, legs useless, fangs restrained, psychic powers off-limits. It was at that moment that Sabrina finally accepted her defeat. More than defeating her, Faust had taken away her ability to fight him at all, and the misery brought on by that understanding made tears run down her face.

A few minutes later, Faust's face began to contort, and his rhythm became frenzied, giving Sabrina just enough time to realize what was about to happen while she remained powerless to do anything about it. Faust came inside her while she lay pinned to the ground, completely helpless, and she didn't even have the heart to scream her hatred for him one last time. Instead, she simply said, "NO..." while staring down at where their bodies joined, his fluids pouring inside of her and spilling back out around his penis.

When Faust pulled away from her, Sabrina's entire body relaxed. She had survived the nightmare. She had been beaten down, violated, made to feel hopeless, but she remained unbroken, and at the very least, she was glad this whole ordeal was over. As Faust stood, Sabrina found she didn't even have the strength to move a muscle, and she became aware of just how exhausted she was from trying to fight him off. At this point, even if Weavile weren't there to stop her from using her psychic abilities, Faust would probably be able to overpower and rape her again if he so chose. She blearily watched as he began to tug his clothes on, and then scoured through Sabrina's clothes as well, eventually coming away with a Marsh Badge. She didn't take her eyes off of him the entire time, up until he had zipped up his pants and buckled his belt. Then she finally relaxed, and, feeling exhaustion starting to completely overtake, she closed her eyes.

Faust looked over his shoulder, past Sabrina's nude form. Unseen by Sabrina, he smirked, and nodded. Sabrina's eyes shot open as she felt clawed fingers lightly gripping at her thighs. She looked down, and the smirking Weavile kneeling between her legs smirked back up at her. Sabrina had just enough time to scream before Weavile jerked his hips forward.

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Faust pored over his town map, scowling as he did so. "Who the fuck decided to put a gym on a volcanic island?" he demanded, to nobody in particular. He found it easier to form conscious thoughts if he said them aloud, rather than simply thinking them while trying to ignore Sabrina's now-wordless exclamations. "Surf on a swimming Pokémon, can you believe that shit? Screw that, Skarmory's flying us there. I got GPS, we'll find our way." He heard Sabrina's voice take on a higher pitch for several long moments, and then go completely quiet, and he began to fold his map back up to put it away. "You done over there? Alright, good, let's get outta here. We got island babes waiting for us."
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