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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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The Pretorae Pt III
The clinking of chains and far-away voices roused Misty from her slumber. She was still in the spa if the pebble fountains, plants, and candles in the room were any indication. This room however, instead of a massage table, sported an OP-G7 gynecologist examination chair, in which she was currently seated and bound tightly. Manacled chains affixed to the ceiling held her wrist above her head and her legs were spread as far as the chair would allow them to go. Trinita was standing across the room talking to the woman she’d entered with. Both were stark naked. Beside Misty, on a metal table, were various surgical instruments, a syringe full of a clear liquid, a beaker of something that smelt astringent, and a shiny metal speculum.
The door to the room opened then and Pigtails walked in. She wore jean shorts and a T-shirt, and she looked miserable. Trinita looked over to her, “Have fun?” she asked in a husky voice. Pigtails leveled a glare at the black-haired woman that could have withered the plants in the room. She walked, noticeably bow-legged, over to another door adjacent to the women and exited the room. The girl was short, Misty thought. She hadn’t noticed before when she saw her on her knees and elbows.
Misty tried to gather what was being said across the room but her pounding head made it difficult. Trinita padded over to Misty, grabbed the syringe—all the while still talking to her friend—and without looking plunged it into her stomach, depressing the plunger and emptying it’s contents into the gym leader’s abdomen. Misty’s muscles immediately began twitching uncontrollably before seizing up completely. She couldn’t move a muscle to save her life. It was a herculean effort just to keep her eyes open. She began to feel her heartbeat pounding against her breast and feared it may stop.
Several minutes passed before the two women walked over to her—the one of which she still didn’t know the name of. For the first time Misty noticed that Trinita’s friend was bald. In fact, she was entirely hairless. Trinita leaned over the helpless trainer, “We know who you are,” she said, “and we know what you are trying to do.” The naked black-haired woman picked up something from underneath the surgical table, applied some lube to it, and worked it deep into Misty’s ass. It felt like a steel ball the size of a golf ball with a wire attached to it. Trinita wiped her hand off on Misty’s thigh and leaned over her again, tying her hair back into a ponytail, “The things you’re about to experience will hurt a lot, but remember you brought this upon yourself. You won’t be able to scream or thrash around thanks to that serum. Wouldn’t want you scaring the customers. And if you’re wondering, I didn’t kill your sister Daisy…but I know who did.”
Trinita started by grabbing a pair of pliers, closing them down on one of Misty’s toenails, and tearing the nail from her toe. Misty could hear herself screaming in her mind, but on the outside all she could do was produce pitiful little whimpers. Trinata’s friend waited a moment before applying a lotion to the toe which considerably numbed the pain.
“Good,” said Trinita, “the serum seems to be working. What I gave you is liquefied stun spore, to put it simply. You won’t be able to move but you’ll feel everything.” She opened and closed the pliers a couple times, “Had to be sure it would keep you quiet.”
Misty was deeply worried by what came next. Tinita’s friend turned a dial on a small machine. Misty felt the ball in her asshole start to warm up. It was pleasant at first but quickly became uncomfortable.
“Stop there,” said Trinita.
Her friend did as she was told but pouted, “But I want to hear it sizzle.”
Trinita smiled a wicked smile, “You will. We have all night with her. Then we’ll go after her sister Violet. Turn it off.”
The bald woman reluctantly complied.
Misty’s heart sank. She was totally helpless, and nobody knew where she was. That and her Pokémon were either back in the change room or had been taken and were under guard.
“Well,” said Trinita, her perky breasts bouncing as she did a little bob of excitement, “shall we get this party started for real?” The black-haired beauty grabbed some more things from below the surgical table. Misty was horrified to see needle-nose pliers and a pair of handheld garden shears. “Let’s castrate this bitch,” she said to her friend. “But first I want her to feel and remember what she’ll never feel again for the rest of her short, miserable life. Zanna,” she said to the other woman—finally a name—“show this little cunt a good time will you?”
The glabrous woman sidled up to Misty, running her hands down the gym leaders thighs, then over her cleft. Zanna crouched down, licking her lips, and then bent down to kiss Misty’s folds. Zanna began working her tongue expertly around the gym leader’s clit. It felt like she was making out with her pussy, and it was incredible. Not long after the woman began her minstrations Misty came. Zanna was so good at what she was doing that Misty’s pubic muscles overpowered the stun spore coursing through her veins and contracted violently. She couldn’t produce anything more than feeble garbles, but in her head she was lost in a ocean of pleasure. Zanna didn’t stop. The hairless woman made the trainer cum twice more before finally leaning back and catching her breath. To finish things off she used Misty’s wetness by tribbing her, mixing it with her own, to slick herself up from her asshole to her clit. Zanna proceeded to ride Misty’s face until she herself came hard, squirting all over the gym leaders face, neck and small breasts.
Misty’s tormentors let her ride the wave of pleasure until she felt a sharp pain on the outside of her right thigh. She craned her eyeballs to see what what had torn her from her blissful trance. Trinita had plunged a surgical scalpel into the muscle of her leg. “We can’t let you have too much fun,” she cooed. They didn’t alleviate the pain this time. She understood now why they’d done so with her foot—they had wanted her to enjoy Zanna’s services to the fullest before taking everything from her.
Trinita walked up to Misty, allowing herself a moment to admire her swollen pussy, and knelt down with the needle-nose pliars and the garden shears. With a baleful glare she pinched Misty’s nub with the end of the pliars and pulled. Misty had never experianced such pain in all her life as her clit was stretched to the tearing point. Trinita smiled and let the gym leader suffer for a moment before poistioning the shears overtop of her elongated clit. Misty tried to shake her head, to protest, to scream, but nothing came out. All she could do was lay there and wimper while tears rolled down her cheeks. She could feel the cold blade of the shears on her sensitive nub and numbing fear washed over her.
“Should I count to three?” Trinita asked. “What’s that? Yes? Okay, fine, have it your way.”
“One...” she began.
Though tear-blurred vision Misty saw a thin red line appear across Zanna’s throat.
“Two...” Trinita positioned the shears and prepared to close them. Zanna put her hands up to her throat, eyes going wide.
“Thr-” Zanna collapsed, startling Trinita. She whirrled away from Misty, her tools forgotten, and saw the woman had collapsed onto the ground, grasping at her bleeding throat and struggling for air.
Three things happened then: an Ivysaur burst into the room growling and hissing, Trinita lunged for the Pokeballs resting beside her things, and Zanna died. Trinita reached her Pokemon just as the Ivysaur released another round of razor-sharp leaves from the bulb on its back. They spun towards the black-haired woman like ninja stars. Trinita was able to leap backwards fast enough to avoid all but one, which scored a hit along her ribs and opened the skin. She tossed all three Pokeballs to the floor which snapped open to release an Arbok, a Pinser and a Cubone. The Pinsir and the Cubone rushed the Ivysaur as soon as they materialized.
Trinita looked to the Arbok and indicated Misty, “Kill her!” she spat. The massive snake lunged at Misty like a bolt of lightning. The gym leader screwed her eyes shut, expecting to feel Arbok’s fangs close around her, but the attack never came. A surge of blinding light erupted from the hallway accomanied by a rush of splintering wood and smaller objects being tossed around in the wake of a huge energy beam. The beam of solar energy roared past Misty, forcing the Arbok to change course to avoid it and reducing the Pincer to pieces of guts and exoskeleton. All the combatants came up dazed when it was over. Misty willed her muscles to work, straining against the paralysis but managing to turn her head just enough to see Erika and two of her female trainers flanking her. The Ivysaur seemed to belong to Erika while the other trainers commanded a Gloom and a Parasect. It was the Gloom that had unleashed the Solar Beam.
Arbok recovered quickly, whipping itself around and leveling a glare at the newcomers. Both of the trainers on either side of Erika were naked—of course—and it led Misty to wonder if they’d been in the spa the whole time—though whether by design or luck she couldn’t say. Erika, however, wore the same clothes she’d seen her in before. The snake hissed, dripping venom which sizzled and smoked on the floor. There wasn’t much left of the room now and that explosion would have drawn a great deal of attention from outside.
“Give up!” Erika shouted to Trinita. “It’s over now.”
“I don’t fucking think so!” Trinita shouted back, holding her wounded side. She turned to the machine controling the steel ball inside Misty and cranked it to full. At the same time she repurposed Arbok into attacking the trio of leaf type trainers. Cubone rushed the Parasect, engaging the insect’s pincers with the bone club it weilded. Arbok shot towards the Gloom’s trainer. Gloom, unfortunately, was much to slow to stop the agile reptile from sinking its fangs into the poor woman at Erika’s side. The trainer screamed as venom pumped into her body and her bones snapped under Arbok’s consticting coils.
Erika appeared at Misty’s side, “We’ve evacuated the spa already,” she said. “Azalea and-” the other trainers dying scream cut her off. “Fuck!” she exclaimed. “They were already here when you came in and were ready to assist you.”
Misty barely heard the other gym leader. The apparatus stuffed inside her asshole had heated up to an unbearable degree. She was certain she was being cooked from the inside out and she had a sinking feeling it was only going to get worse. The pain and panic in her eyes must have tipped Erika off to her plight. She gave Misty a once-over before her eyes came to rest on her nethers and, seeing the wire, followed it to its scource. She rushed over and turned the dial to the off position. Misty was relieved when the steel ball finally popped out of her. She was still in pain but was fairly confident that there wouldn’t be any lasting damage.
Gloom released a cloud of sleeping spores from the flower atop its head. The cloud seemed to have an effect on both the enemy Pokemon and within seconds they were sound asleep on the floor. Trinita recalled them to their Pokeballs and fell to her knees. The woman’s flank was covered in blood; it was clear she’d lost the will to fight. Ivysaur used its vines to bind hand hands and ankles just in case she had any more tricks.
Erika approached her; Trinita cringed under her gaze. “You killed one of my girls,” she said in a voice steeped with hatred. “Azalea,” Erika called to the surviving trainer, “help Misty off that chair and get her medical aid. Have the police to cordon off the establishment and...tell them to nevermind the screams.”
The color drained from Trinita’s beautiful features. A lot of the surgical instruments and more crude implements of torture were scattered across the room, but Erika would make do. Trinita had information they needed.
Misty allowed herself to be helped off the chair by Azalea and Trinita was bound to it in her place. She limped out into the hall on Azalea’s shoulder and in short order was taken by the first ambulance on scene. When she was settled into the back of the vehicle she lay on the bed while paramedics took care of her wounds.
That was far too close, but at least she and Violet were one step closer to their goal.
*****
The room was a disaster. Erika milled about, collecting what she thought might be useful in the extraction of information from Trinita. The black-haired woman stared daggers at her from the OP-G7, bound as Misty was and now with a ball-gag in her mouth. Azalea was there too and hadn’t bothered to clothe herself. Erika had a secret about her gym that was kept strictly under wraps. All the woman in the gym went about nude, and the challengers were expected to do the same while in the staduim area. The Celadon City Gym advocated being one with nature, and there was no better way to be close to nature than to bare your skin to it. Erika even knew men and woman challengers that had gotten together after their simultaneous challenges, having seen each other naked and getting to know one another on a most intimate level. There’d even been a handful of times when the challengers fournacated right there in the gym!
As such, Erika’s girls spent most of their days leafless anyway.
Trinita said something through the ball-gag, but Erika paid her no mind. Instead she glided up to the chair, having finished her search. The gym leader placed the items she’d found on the righted surgical table: the scalpel, the speculum, needle-nose pliars, a carbon steel cutter scalpel and, of course, the heated metal ball.
“I suggest you tell me everything you know, or else the cut on your side will be the least of your concerns,” said Erika. “Nod your head if you’ll agree to answer my questions.”
Trinita’s response was a steely gaze.
“There is really no need to resort to this savagery,” said Erika, indicating the table, “either way I’ll get what I want. You might as well save yourself the pain.”
Still nothing. Erika sighed.
The gym leader grabbed the metal ball and inserted it into Trinita’s anus, though she didn’t push it as deep inside as Trinita had with Misty. Instead, she let it rest just behind her sphincter. Erika nodded to Azalea, who turned the dial on the machine to a level that would be uncomfortable for the woman. It showed when Trinita started squirming. Next she jammed the speculum, without proper lubrication, into her vagina and opened it as far as it would go. Finally, she grabbed the pliers and with a heavy sigh tore the same toenail from Trinita’s foot that Misty had lost. The black-haired woman screamed into her gag.
“Are you sure you want to proceed?” Erika asked. She was willing to offer this woman one more chance at redemption.
Trinita fixed her with a baleful glare.
Erika, crestfallen, truly, walked over to where the Solar Beam punched a hole to the outside world and watched the sunset until Trinita calmed down some. “I really wish we didn’t have to do this,” she said, speaking to their captive. “But, if this is what you want...”
The next couple hours were spent inflicting all sorts of pain and anguish on Trinita. During the whole ordeal she gave them nothing other than vociferous screams, particularily when Azalea turned the dial to the point where the ball began to glow and sizzle inside Trinita—effectively cauterizing her asshole. Erika lamented as more and more blood caked her hands as they worked to glean even a little bit about the Pretorae woman. Finally, after they extracted some acid from Gloom and dribbled it down into the speculum, the woman seemed willing to talk.
“Fuck!” Erika swore, “we could have just done this at the begining.” Azalea removed the ball-gag, leaving the black-haired beauty panting in the gyno chair, crippled by pain, until she caught her breath. She also turned the dial of the machine down to its lowest temperature—which at this point Tinita didn’t even notice.
“Lark and Marshal Wescotte,” she breathed, wincing as the names left her mouth.
“Who are they?”
“They are the face of the Pretorae,” Trinita said after a slight hesitation.
“Did they found your organization?”
Trinita shook her head.
“Then who did?”
The beautiful black-haired woman broke down in tears, “Isn’t that enough?” she sobbed. “I’m dead anyway now, please just kill me. If I give you the name of our founder I’ll never escape the Pretorae, not even in death. Please just let those names be enough.”
Erika knew how to extract information, but she wasn’t cold hearted. This woman had no reason to lie anymore. Although Erika did rock back on her heels at the mention of not being able to escape even in death, that sounded like something to be concerned about.
The gym leader sighed. “Very well, but I can’t forget what you were about to do to Misty when we came in...”
Trinita assumed a look of terror.
“I should,” said Erika, holding Trinita’s gaze. “But I won’t. Still, you won’t be shown the mercy of a quick death.” She took the carbon steel cutter scalpel and drew a deep red line across Trinita’s belly—hip bone to hip bone, just below the navel. Azalea turned away, unable to stomach the sight of the coils of intensine exuding from the wound. Tinita’s eyes bulged and her mouth opened like a fish out of water. “Think on your actions as you die in this chair.”
Erika and Azalea left Trinita to her doom, walking briskly from the spa. Erika told the Chief of Police to wait thirty minutes before sending anyone in. He assured her that nobody would, far be it for him to question the wishes of a gym leader. Besides, Trinita needed the time to reflect on her transgressions.
With that, the pair of them headed for the Celadon Gym.
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