Pokémon chapter 1 – Starting a collection (Patreon)

Know what the problem is with trying to carry out an evil, word-dominating plan to rule over people and Pokémon alike? Good guys tend to get in your way. 

Not just any good guys either. Usually gym leaders, or even Pokémon Champions. People with impressive battle records and even more impressive Pokémon.

Meanwhile you have at your disposal a vast army of flunkies, 1 out of 40 being talented enough to carry more than two Pokémon at once.

Simply put: 

Though vast, your evil organization is still outmatched by this small crew of elite combatants.

With a single throwing motion, these battle-hardened and morally superior warriors summon forth a monster powerful enough to ruin your plans before they can come together. Every. Single. Time.

…But what if you held off attacking those trainers until all their pesky Pokémon were safely stored away in those convenient little balls? 

Sabrina was howling into her soaking wet ball gag. She'd been struggling almost non-stop since the drug knocking her out had worn off. That had been over an hour ago, yet she still was as helpless as when she began. 

The gym leader's long white trousers had small dirt patches on them from her constant writhing around on the floor. The soles of her bare feet had grown dusty as well.

Her cute pink top now had a dark patch from the drool which had been dribbling down her chin for the past 20 minutes. To her repeated frustration she'd failed to control her production of saliva, nor contain it within her mouth.

What the hell is even the point of shoving this ball in my mouth? I can still make noise if I really want to. But without knowing where I am it's a futile waste of energy. All this stupid thing is doing is make me slobber like an overly excited Arcanine!

"Gmrrn!" She growled in rage as another sticky sliver draped onto her sizeable chest.

When I catch whoever did this to me, I won't even need my psychic powers to tear him apart!

Although not even her psychic powers had been of any use for the predicament she had woken up in.

3 sets of handcuffs wrenched her arms behind her back. One pair had been locked around her wrists, a second around her lower arms just below her elbows and the third had were tightly gripping her skin just above her elbows. Especially that last set really drew in her shoulders, making her pink shirt bulge under the pressure of her thrust out chest.

Each ankle had a set of leg irons locked around them as well. Both ends of each set had been locked around the same ankle so the chain itself could loop around steel bolts screwed into the floor and tether each leg down.

But worst of all: A shock collar around her neck punished her every time it sensed telekinetic activity.

So, even if the dark-haired gym leader could work out the various mechanism of her cuffs which triggered the locks to release, the collar would stop her before a single bolt or wire moved.

That didn't mean she just meekly sat still however. On the contrary, her frustration at having been captured and chained down drove her to constantly tackle her metal restraints despite knowing how futile it was.

Her hands kept pulling on the metal rings locked around her wrists, but the opening wouldn't budge and prevented her hands from slipping through. It was worse for her elbow cuffs, which were locked even tighter and completely out of reach. The steel wrapped around her slender arms even prevented her from reaching around and wiping the drool off her chest, or fix her top which had become crumpled from her aggressive squirming.

Kicking her legs once or twice to vent some frustration had had the opposite effect as well, as the sturdy metal chains had simply snapped back and dug the cold steel into her skin.

Sabrina had groaned in pain, only growing angrier at her inability to do anything about her predicament.

The only thing noisier than her chains was Flannery, another gym leader who joined Sabrina in her captivity.

"EEEHHHHHUH (HEEEELP)!!" The redhaired girl lying beside her screamed at the top of her lungs.

Sabrina rolled her eyes. Looks like she hasn't yet grasped the situation. Someone who'd go to these lengths to capture us would never store us in a place where anyone could hear us!

"Shoh shou-hih (stop shouting)!" The psychic trainer snapped at Flannery.

"Eeh aff ho ooh so-hfhi (we have to do something)!" She protested.

Not long after Sabrina had come to, she had spotted the fiery Pokémon trainer lying beside her. Either she'd been brought in later or sedated more heavily, because Flannery was still out cold when the dark haired woman first saw her.

She was also in an even worse state than Sabrina. At least so the psychic thought, because at least she was dressed properly. Flannery on the other hand only had a skimpy black bikini on.

Judging by her healthy tan the psychic assumed the cause was that her fellow gym leader had been snatched up from the beach after a relaxing afternoon sunbathing.

From the second she had gained consciousness to her fifth cry for help just now, Flannery had been rolling around on the floor, bucking and groaning as she'd tried to free herself.

The fire Pokémon expert had not been chained up like her fellow gym leader, she had been hogtied with smooth white nylon ropes.

Her wrists had been crossed, her ankles and knees had been tied together and a fourth length of rope had connected the redhead's ankles to her wrists with less than a foot of slack between them.

It had looked deceptively simple compared to the security of Sabrina's handcuffs. But judging from the ever louder groans of frustration coming through Flannery’s knotted cleave gag, that was not the case.

Sabrina had seen her colleague adopt any position humanly possible, some of which she doubted she herself could manage. But the red-haired trainer never even got close to untangling the knots around her hands or feet.

She'd spent minutes lying on her side, craning her neck to try and get a decent look at the ropes contorting her body to that humiliating form. But lying like that made it too difficult to move her arms and work at the knot tying her wrists.

Her next move had been to lie on her front, moaning softly into her gag as her large breasts were squished into the cold floor. By wrapping her hands around the hogtie rope, she had hoped to pull her ankles within reach and either untie her feet or remove the hogtie rope so she could stretch her legs. None of those plans had worked out. Once she was lying down, none of the knots she'd glanced earlier were anywhere to be found. They'd shifted from her movement, and she had no clue where to start looking. It didn't help that the strain on her back made it impossible to keep searching around her feet for longer than a of couple seconds at a time.

As a last ditch effort, she had painstakingly rolled onto her back, balancing on her feet and shoulders with her cute butt lifted up in the air and her back arched as far as she could. The redhead had tiptoed her feet backwards, toward her fluttering fingers. Her hope had been to bring them close enough for her hands to carefully scan the ropes and untangle the knots keeping her hogtied. 

Initially it seemed like she would succeed, she was inching her feet closer to her hands without having to constantly pull on the hogtie rope. But in the end, it had proven to be impossible for the redhead to reach that far.

After a lot of grunting and puffing, even having to start over twice because she kept losing her balance in that precarious pose, the voluptuous firebrand had to admit she was nowhere near flexible enough. She doubted any human being would be.

After expending all her energy squirming around on the cold hard floor and emptying her lungs trying to call for help, Flannery was lying on her side panting heavily. 

The fire Pokémon trainer's nipples were poking into her bra and her hair stood on end from the chill of her silky skin being exposed to the cold, hard floor.

It pained her greatly, but she had to admit she had nothing to show for all her hard work.

It's useless. I can't get out of this. And it's obvious Sabrina won't be freeing herself anytime soon either...

"GMNNR!" The purplette psychic meanwhile growled as she kicked her legs angrily, rattling the leg iron chains. The dark haired woman was sitting on her butt because the last time she'd painstakingly clambered to her feet she had almost ended up painfully falling down from her throes.

Standing up was barely possible, thanks to the short leash each foot had received from the doubled up chains. But taking a single step was already beyond the range of her leg irons. Not being able to step back and forth made it a lot harder to struggle whilst standing up, essentially confining the psychic to squirm on her knees like some kind of servant, or sit down on her butt like a child on time out

"Hmmrnnn!" The helpless gym leader groaned as she bent forward with her arms stretched out above her back. She'd given up on fidgeting with the cuffs and was now trying to tear them apart through brute force. She was fully aware it was a useless effort, but it did help her vent some of her frustration.

Why the hell were we even brought here?! 

What are they going to do to us?

Those questions had been racing through both women’s minds ever since they'd woken up in their hopeless state.

But since not a soul had approached them whilst trapped inside that large empty room, Sabrina and Flannery had yet to receive answers. And the list of questions was about to grow longer.

After several minutes of silence from both gym leaders as they tried to recover some energy, the only door to the room suddenly slid open with a soft metallic sound. In walked a tall figure, at least six foot. He was clad from head to toe in a black combat suit which tightly hugged his muscular body. Even his face was obscured by a helmet with black Perspex visor.

He didn’t come to visit the captives however, he came to add one. 

In his arms was a frantically squirming Misty!

The slender redhead was wailing into the sponge stuffing her mouth. She’d been trying to get rid of her gag from the moment she’d woken up. But a long length of tape wrapped around her lower face several times over kept that greatly muffling piece of absorbent securely into place. 

The bland grey tape obscured so much of the water gym leader's delicate features, both Sabrina and Flannery had to look twice to recognise her. If it hadn't been for her trademark red hair tied in a sideways ponytail, they might never have identified her.

The water gym leader had become a little more mature since her adventures with Ash and had let her hair grow longer so the cute red ponytail now dropped down lower than her shoulders.

Her body had developed somewhat more, granting her more of an hourglass figure and a more rounded butt filling her hotpants. Although her bust had remained on the modest side, it still filled out more of her cute yellow tank top and made the red suspenders arch a little more around her upper body.

That's Misty! Sabrina thought horrified as she recognised the cerulean gym leader.

My God! What did he do to her?! Flannery shrieked in her mind. And I thought I was in a bad situation!

Most of Misty's more developed curves were obscured by the compact ball-tie her kidnapper had trapped her in.

Her wrists had been tied behind her back with more of the sturdy grey tape. Her elbows were connected as well, with only a few inches of space left between them.

There was a third length wrapped around her waist and arms as well, trapping them against her back. Higher up her captor had used dark blue ropes to wind a chest harness around her perky bosom, one which started by wrapping around her already pinched elbows before it ensnared her breasts from all sides and returned along her slender shoulders, drawing them in as he had pulled everything tight.

Even worse than the harness was the crotch rope he’d attached to the tape wrapping her wrists and was now punishing her for every twitch and jerk of her hands!

Her knees had been wrapped together and drawn towards her upper body by another, very long rope length of tape that wound around her back and upper legs.

And finally, Misty’s ankles had been crossed using tape and pulled towards her butt by another rope which ran underneath her body and connected to her wrist ropes.

The result was a ball tie so snug her chin rested onto her knees and her ankles rubbed into her butt as she fluttered her feet around.

After carrying the young trainer past a growling Sabrina and a despising Flannery the muscular man lowering Misty onto the floor. The redhead started squirming nervously, but couldn't prevent him from cinching one last rope to the back of her chest harness and anchoring it to a hook in the wall. 

After that the masked man left Misty to writhe around and curse at him, glaring at his massive back as he made his way to the other side of the room to store her pokéballs on a steel rack.

Because to make their captivity even more agonizing, the masked man had neatly stored each of the trainers’ pokéballs in their compacted form at the opposite side of the room.

The girls could clearly see their prized possessions. But incapacitated by ropes and chains, they stood no chance of ever reaching out to their trusted partners. 

And even if by some miracle they managed to wriggled their way over to the frames, their Pokémon had been sealed inside their pokéballs by small, jet-black cages.

Those devices consisted out of two fused rings where one had been vertically positioned and the other intersected with it horizontally. A small hinge at the back made it possible for the top half of the vertical ring to open and close, allowing the pokéball in its miniature state to be slotted in. Once the cage was locked down, the metal frame fitted so snugly around the ball it was prevented from enlarging, let alone opening. 

The steel itself was sturdy enough to withstand most forms of tampering, and any assaults brutal enough to ruin the cage would destroy the pokéballs as well, wreaking havoc to the creature stored inside.

There wasn’t even a trace of a keyhole because they opened through a wireless passcode. But that lack of a visible mechanism just made the seal look more frightening. As if it was permanent, irreversible.

The three young women mewled at their pokéballs, biting down hard on their gags to keep their tears from flowing every time they glanced in their direction. As true trainers, their hearts bled more for their Pokémons' captivity than their own.

"UUhhfff!" Misty groaned as she tore at the ropes anchoring her to the wall like a wild animal.

It's too cruel. We're right here, yet we can't help each other at all!

Flannery arched her back again, her face even started running a little red as she tried to make her ropes buckle through sheer force. But all she accomplished was to pull everything tighter than before.

You've got to be kidding me?! She mewled in frustration. If I had my Torkoal with me, these ropes would be reduced to cinders in a heartbeat!

"Aha-gahshahh (Alakazam)!" Sabrina suddenly called out desperately. But the pokéball remained deathly silent and she herself received a shock because her powers had inadvertently activated out of sheer desperation.

It's useless. I'm completely cut off from them. And these chains are never going to let up...

The female trainers shared a long howl in despair as the hopelessness began setting in.

Being the newest prisoner, Misty still had some fight and energy left in her. Sadly, the absurd strictness of her restraints meant she had very little use for it.

She pulled with all her might to try and prise her arms apart, to make the tape wrapped around her elbows and wrists stretch far enough to create some leeway. But the chest harness and crotch rope would start digging in long before the tape showed any sign of expansion.

The combination of tape and rope wrapped around her slender arms and legs was far too strong for her to force her way out of. And with her arms as immobile as they were, the only things within reach of her impatiently trembling fingers were stroking the tape covering her wrists and yanking the rope running down to her ankles or the one running between her legs. Especially that last rope was one she actively tried to avoid after angrily tugging on it just once.

As feisty as Misty was, she didn't stand a chance at freeing herself from that ball tie. And after finally running out of steam, that truth hit her hard.

This is impossible! My body is completely paralyzed. I can't even sit up like this, let alone crawl to Sabrina, Flannery, or my Pokémon to get their help...

Sabrina & Flannery looked at their frantic colleague with a hollow feeling. They had gone through the exact same thing upon waking up: clinging to faint hopes of finding a way out of their predicament, only to have them crushed as their bodies ran out of energy without making a single inch of progress.

Just one man was responsible for all their agony. The large, masked person who had just walked in to drop off Misty.

He was a mercenary who went by the name of Latro. 

The tall, muscular mercenary used to be in the business of poaching rare Pokémon. But after running into one or two strong trainers himself, he had learned how unsurmountable a wall a well-trained Pokémon can truly be.

Unlike the major crime bosses, he had realized there was no way to even the odds when using the same weapons. Training a Pokémon takes time and dedication, there are no shortcuts. And even with well-trained Pokémon, you are never guaranteed success because they are living creatures just as easily influenced by fighting spirt and morale as humans.

If you want to win against an expert Pokémon trainer, you need to take Pokémon out of the equation.

He decided to test that theory by targeting a few of the female upper echelon villains located throughout the Pokémon world: Jessie, Shelly and Aldith.

His tactic had worked like a dream. Not a single one of them managed to escape from his grasp, despite giving them a full week to try anything they could come up with.

They had spent that week in the same room under the same conditions as Sabrina, Flannery and Misty. Naturally the three hot-headed women had made a massive fuss every time Latro showed his face again. They'd spent countless hours working at their restrains, eventually even conceding to cooperate and plot escape plans together.

But in the end, nothing they tried had worked. They had never managed to get their Pokémon free, and without them the combination of his expert restraints and the top-class security of his base had proven too much to handle.

When he finally delivered the women back to their bosses, still tightly bound and gagged as a matter of demonstration, his mercenary business exploded.

Every single maffioso he visited (and even some who simply heard from him through the underground channels) offered him an advance payment for one or several jobs. 

They all commissioned the same thing: The capture of several of the most powerful –and bothersome- Pokémon trainers in their own region.

The money had been so good he abandoned Pokémon hunting completely and instead moved on to Trainer hunting.

Sabrina, Flannery and Misty had only marked the beginning. His next target would prove a true challenge: The blackthorn city gym leader. Tamer of dragons, Clair.