Chapter 2

Dawn felt humiliated as she walked out of the ship led on a leash with her arms bound behind her back. The only relief she felt were the sensation of her feet against the grass. This wasn't a dream. If it were she would have woken up by now. This was really happening. She was really going to be made a slave and there was nothing she could do about it.

Before her she saw teens and adolescents dressed in all black. There were three of them with what looked like left over Team Magma hoodies dipped in black dye with the sleeves and hoods torn off. Each grunt wore sunglasses and held electric prods in their hands. The oldest one walked up to meet the two Galactic grunts that marched Dawn towards them.

"I'd expect a group called the Masoners to dress more classy," the grunt holding her arm commented.

"Those are Defilers, Cres," the one holding her chain replied. "Mercenaries hired by the mansion's owner to gaurd the Island."

"How do I tell a masoner?" asked Cres.

"It's a club," the other grunt replied. "You can be a member upon...initiation." Dawn stopped at the tug of her arm. She looked up to see that the lead defiler was still walking forward with a briefcase in his hand.

"It's all there," said the Defiler handing the case to the grunt holding the chain. He then walked over to Dawn and looked into her teary eyes. "You can check while I check to be sure her hymen isn't torn." Dawn felt the young man's fingers against her genitals. She clenched her teeth and moaned with a sob. "I like the sound she makes. Blue haired petites aren't easy to come by. Her being a virgin makes it even better. We'll put her on the silent auction. In the meantime, let's get her ready for the board." The defiler snapped his fingers at one of his younger associates who walked over with a blindfold, wrapping it around Dawn's head. "Try not to mess up that hair too much. It's a commodity." Dawn nervously exhaled. Each passing second, it became more real. Her virginity was going to be stolen from her by some...sex slavery boys' club. She heard the rattle of her chain again. It must just been handed over to one of the Defilers. A tug at her arm from a new hand signaled her to walk again.

"Face front, princess," she heard one of the Defilers say as the smooth plastic of one of the prods slid under her chin and lifted her head.

"HURRY UP!" An electric shock briefly numbed her back, jolting her forward. After a few hundred steps, her left foot felt the cold rough surface of concrete as she heard the creaking of a heavy metal door. Hearing it close behind her, the blindfold slipped off her eyes which had adjusted enough to see the staircase leading to a corridor. After walking down the stairs and turning a few corners, Dawn found herself at the edge of a swimming pool. No one was there except for a fourth defiler with a camera on a tripod and a Victreebell with its vine whips at the ready.

"You listen to the nice man," said the lead Defiler into her ear. Dawn shivered both in fear and from the coldness of the room.

"Take the chain off her collar," the Photographer said, taking out a swimsuit piece out of his pocket. "Put this on her." It looked like something May would wear. The defiler that prodded her took the piece and slipped it under her legs as he and one of the others tied the strings around her hips. "Let her hair in front of her chest. Not too much though." After her hair was let down over her small breasts she looked at the camera as the defiler took his first picture. "Now bind her hands in front of her. I want her to look shyer." Another picture. "Now one without the collar." Another picture. "Now sit her down and immerse one leg in the pool." Another picture.

This kept going. They sprayed her with water and kept changing her swimsuit. They kept taking off and putting back on her collar and bonds. After twenty or perhaps twenty five pictures, they put the chain back on her collar. The lead Defiler agressively tugged off what she could recall as swimsuit number five after they forced her back to her feet and walked her down a new hallway. The photographer took an SD card out of the camera.

"Print number 13 and put it in the blue square," the Photographer said. It was the last thing Dawn heard as she exited the room.

"What's the blue square?" asked Dawn. Her answer was not one of words. It was of an electric prod to her ass and a tug at her collar.

"It's where you wanna stay, bitch," one of the grunts said before pushing her forward again and walked to a cell with one stair separating the doorway and the floor. She saw two other naked girls in the cell. One of them was dawn's age. Her hair was jet black and hung down to the floor. She was sitting down with her legs bent to conceal her genitals and her neck was chained to the wall. The other girl was chained to the floor and had blond hair but did not have enough chain to sit. Only to lean awkwardly against the wall which was not as cold as the floor. Her hair hung over her face. She was a few inches taller than dawn and her breasts were bigger. Above them was a word. Carved with a knife in all caps. The word spelled: RANGER.

Dawn was pushed into the room before being chained to the wall. She sat on the cold concrete floor with only a small hole near the wall. The empty bolt next to the blond also had a similar hole close to the wall meaning that the cell was designed for four trainers. There were no beds there was padding at all and as much as she wanted to avoid the thought, Dawn knew what the holes in the floor were for.

"You new?" asked the girl with black hair.

"Y-yeah," Dawn replied, clutching herself.

"My name is Brittany," the girl said. "I-I've been here for a couple weeks."

"How did you get here?" asked Dawn.

"I-I was a coordinator. I was approached by a someone who offered to be my manager. He said he could earn me more money in contests. But when I lost, his friends took me away, saying that they all bet on me." Britanny turned to the blonde. "She saw them put me in the van and tried to rescue me but they took her too." Dawn looked to the blond and noticed that she had numerous lash marks on her back. The Blonde looked to Dawn and then turned away as the door opened and the Grunt and a trainer a few years older than Dawn walked into the doorway. The trainer pointed at Britanny.

"I want her," the Trainer said. The grunt took a gun like device and pricked the trainer with a needle and then looked at a screen on the back of the gun.

"All minuses," said the grunt. "How long do you want her for?"

"A week."

"Must be an occasion."

"Yeah. I know how much it costs." The trainer handed the grunt a bundle of Cash before the blond raised an arm.

"Wait..." the blond grunted. "Let me take her place again...please."

"Sara, no!" cried Brittany. "You need to rest! I can take it!"

"You heard her," said the grunt.

"No...she can't."

"It's my fault you're here-"

"SHUT UP! BOTH OF YOU!" the grunt snapped as he stepped past Dawn and unchained Brittany. Sara collapsed into her arms and cried as Britanny was guided out of the cell, looking at Dawn as her chain was handed to the trainer. "Your room is the fifth one on the second hallway," said the Grunt. "You newlyweds have fun." The trainer tugged at the girl's chain and guided her down the hallway. "Silent auction is almost over, Dawn. You're raking it in for us."

The cell door closed. Dawn could only sit there, watching Sara lay there. If only she could reach her, she could comfort her. Ten minutes later, the cell door opened again and a grunt stood in the doorway with a new trainer.

"Wait. Why wasn't that one on the board?" the trainer asked pointing to Dawn.

"She's up for auction," explained the grunt, unchaining Sara and giving her to his client. "Don't hold back with her." He grabbed her hair. "And if you step an inch out of line or utter stop, don't or no, I'll put you back on the white square." The cell door slammed.

Dawn broke down and started to cry. How did it come to this? She just wanted to set out on adventure. She had not heard of the Masoner's guild, the Dark League or the Defilers. Would she ever see her mother or her pokemon again? She had to hang on. She had to wait for the sound of her friends' pokemon blasting away these swines and calling her name. Dawn clutched herself tighter and shivered, burying her head in her legs and started to cry. Dawn cried until her throat was sore. She eventually lost the energy to stay up and lied down on the cold floor.