A/N: Be warned this chapter contains fairly graphic lemon. If you're not into that sort of thing just skip it after the second paragraph. However if you are, feel free to let me know what you thought, cheers.
One hope pulled her through the hours of solitude, one hope held the pieces of her mind together. Though she had long since stopped believing it, Gardevoir always found herself turning back to the same idea. That eventually, she would simply, wake up. That she would wander out from the cave and find herself amongst her own kind again. If she let her mind linger too long on reality; the inevitable truth that she would never escape this place, she would quickly find herself falling into despair. If she were locked in the room with the boarded up windows, she would weep. Crying seemed to cleanse her mind of the thoughts, as if she were physically expelling them through the tears, or perhaps the act of crying simply distracted her. But trapped in the darkness, she could not cry, could not distract herself, the horrors plagued her mind like a waking nightmare. And so, battling every shred of common sense that told her she would never leave this place, she hoped. Forcing herself to believe again, that someday, she would simply, wake up.
It was not all bad, the long periods of isolation gave her time to analyse the situation. She articulated her thoughts slowly, controlling the ideas that passed through her mind, less she tempt the nightmares' return. What did the man want from her? Why does he keep her? Why do the other Pokémon obey him? What did he achieve by denying her freedom? What purpose was there to never letting her leave that one room? She thought long on each question, the more she understood why this had happened, the more prepared she would be. But more importantly, it helped to pass time in the prison that was her mind.
A red light tore through the darkness, waking her from her thoughts.
Already? Her mood quickly lifting at the possibility that she had passed through the bout of seclusion quicker than normal.
She felt her body form around her, a shell being placed around her consciousness. Regaining control of her senses, Gardevoir opened her eyes, only to find herself in an unfamiliar place. It was night time, the room around her barely illuminated by a dull, yellow light on the ceiling. The distinct smell of rot still lingered in the air. She faced a large wooden wardrobe backed up against the wall, standing in the exact centre, a mirror fixed to the wall on its right. The same peeling wallpaper covered the walls, Gardevoir quickly deduced that she was simply in a different room this time. Immediately to her left was the door, a steel bar extended from the wall next to it, securing into a bracket beneath the handle. It didn't seem capable of keeping her inside, more likely a means to keep others out.
A clink came from somewhere behind her, startling her amidst the silence of the room. Gardevoir spun on the spot, turning to face the source. For a split second, she did not recognise the man sitting in the far corner of the room. Beady brown eyes stared back at her, the first glimpse of the trainer's eyes giving her a moment's pause. He was slouched lazily over an armchair, one of his feet resting on the unmade bed to his right. He reached for the bedside table, picking up a glass containing a small amount of golden liquid in the bottom. He threw his head back, downing the last of the fluid. He seemed to wince slightly at the taste as he placed the glass back down, making another loud clink as it hit the table.
"Welcome to my humble abode" he announced, spreading both arms wide, as if she should be impressed by the sight.
She hadn't noticed the red and white ball in his other hand, watching him casually toss it onto the bed. Gardevoir remained silent, matching his stare with a bewildered expression. His emotions were somewhat unclear, almost as if he himself did not know what to feel. The large man dragged himself to his feet, his head almost reaching the low ceiling. He seemed to pause and collect himself for a moment, before slowly walking towards her.
"You know, I almost felt guilty for what I thought I should do the other day… almost" He articulated the words in a bizarre manner, as if he had to concentrate on forming each syllable properly.
Gardevoir backed away slowly, hoping he wouldn't notice her retreat. She hadn't the faintest idea what the man was planning, his emotions gave her the impression that he didn't know either, the concept frightened her even more.
"So I figured, that I'd put myself in this exact situation, and see how guilty I would feel" He had almost reached her by this point.
Already she noticed herself nearing the wall opposite from the door, the mirror stalking her on the right. He stopped barely a metre in front of her, his eyes settling at her chest. Gardevoir felt only confusion; that same emotion she had felt within him from before now peaked at the surface of his mind, only this time it seemed… intensified. She studied his eyes, watching them as they worked their way down her body, pausing at her legs.
"And you know what? " He raised his eyes to meet with hers, a sadistic smirk smeared across his face, the look absolutely terrifying her.
"I don't think I'll care at all" At that last comment, he lashed out with his right hand, roughly grabbing her left shoulder, spinning her face first into the mirror.
Turning her head in time, the side of her face slammed against into the glass. Gardevoir let out a surprised groan as the mirror cracked on impact. In one fluid motion he now stood directly behind her, his elbow now up against her other shoulder, pushing her entire upper body firmly against the glass. Gardevoir's mind raced, she had never felt so helpless, still clueless on what the man even wanted, her only aid; an emotion she didn't even understand. She could feel the edge of the glass beginning to cut into her check. She quickly moved her hands to either side of her shoulders, trying to take the weight off her face by pushing against the mirror, her injured arm erupting in pain. She heard a zipping noise behind her followed by the scuffle of fabric, her face still pressed hard against the cracked glass. He seemed to move closer to her, his free hand hurriedly shoving her white robe off the side. Gardevoir felt him slide her legs apart with his own. She closed her eyes, simply unable to comprehend the situation; she decided to do all she could, wait for it to end.
The trainer shuffled even closer, feeling his body firmly pressing against her own. It was at that moment that she felt something push against the opening of her vagina.
She had her answer, all uncertainty she had of the situation was gone, a wave of terror washing over her body. Gardevoir's eyes shot open, tears already beginning to form. She struggled to look back at him over her shoulder, pleading with her eyes. A small grin spreading across his face.
"Heh. Those puppy dog eyes aren't going to save you now. You know I'm usually not into this sort of thing, but for you, I'll make an exception" Gardevoir slammed her eyes shut as he began slowly pressing hard against her.
He seemed to struggle at forcing the tip in, the Pokémon proving to be resistant as she clenched, tightening herself. Despite her efforts, the trainer found success as he began to slowly slide the head in, drawing quick breaths as he did so, delighted by the sensation. In Gardevoir's mind he felt huge, feeling herself being slowly torn apart.
Her eyes flared open as the trainer unexpectedly thrust all the way up to the hilt, letting out a loud wail in response. Immediately clenching her teeth as he slowly withdrew, her reactions seeming to please him. He pulled out completely and appeared to wipe himself on her robe. With her upper body still pinned to the wall across the shoulders, he leant forward, speaking quietly into her ear.
"First time ey? I'll be sure to make it… memorable" He whispered the last word, the sound ringing in her ears. Tears rolled down her face as she began to sob quietly. He retook his position behind her, having to squat slightly in order to make himself low enough, slightly backing off her shoulders in the process. Gardevoir took the opportunity to tuck her forearms against her chest, resting her hands at the base of her neck. As expected the pressure quickly returned, pushing across her shoulders, firmly holding her against the mirror. Only this time her hands gave her enough leeway to keep her head off the glass. The trainer mockingly began rubbing the tip of his penis back and forth over her clitoris. Gardevoir angrily turned her head to the side, glaring back at him through watery eyes. The trainer narrowed his eyes, apparently upset that his attempts at pleasing her were in vain.
"You may as well enjoy this, because there's plenty more where it came from" He quickly stopped over the entrance and slowly entered her once again.
Gardevoir didn't resist this time. She whimpered between sobs as she turned to face the mirror, staring hopefully into her own eyes, as if expecting help from the illusionary copy.
"No matter, I can just worry about me" He thrust deep into her as he emphasized the last word, again up to the hilt, momentarily lifting her off her feet. Gardevoir stifled a cry, desperately trying to remain silent. Still at full depth, he removed his arm from her back and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her along with him, away from the wall. He quickly reached forwards, grabbing her hands in his own.
With one hand he now tightly held both of hers out behind her, supporting her upper body, giving himself a clear view along the flat of her back, and beyond into the mirror. Wasting no time, he began quickly thrusting in and out, rocking her body forwards with each push. Much to his pleasure, he noticed her breasts bouncing in the reflection. Gardevoir continued to weep, her tears falling to the floor, letting quiet whimpers escape each time her body jolted forwards. She dangled freely from her restrained arms, her face to the ground, begging for it to end. With his free hand the trainer stretched forwards, clutching a handful of green hair on the back of her head, yanking her neck backwards. With a startled cry her eyes shot open, now face to face with herself in the cracked mirror, each shard of glass reflecting the same image, an image that would be forever burned into her mind.
He began to pick up the pace, going much harder and deeper. Gardevoir couldn't suppress her cries anymore, letting out a long winded scream that pulsed with each thrust. Her reactions pushed him over the edge as he began to groan quietly, feeling the end coming. Gardevoir found herself unable to turn away from the mirror, staring at her reflections, her cheeks covered in water, a small cut visible on the right side of her face. She looked up to see the trainer's eyes roll into the back of his head, changing his pace to quick deep jabs combined with slow withdrawals, moaning loudly as he did so. After one final thrust he pulled out completely. With a loud sigh he released her hands, letting her topple forwards onto the floor, landing in a heap.
She hastily scurried into the corner of the room, clinging to the wall beneath the mirror. She shook intensely, sniffling quietly as she stared blankly into space. The trainer casually pulled his jeans back up, slowly zipping them up, seemingly proud of his efforts. He squatted down to her level.
"Well hey there little lady, don't tell me you didn't enjoy that" He grinned mockingly. Gardevoir continued to stare blankly beyond him, still sniffling under her breath. The large man chuckled to himself as he stood up and moved to the door. With a grunt he slid the steel bar across, letting the door swing open, exposing a narrow hallway behind it. Gardevoir broke her gaze and looked through the doorway, finding a familiar sight barely a metre beyond his open doorway.
"Now I simply do hate to be rude, but get the fuck out of my room" he spoke calmly but assertively, gesturing to the door across from his own. The paint was badly peeling, possessing four brass bolts on the exterior. They were all currently unlocked, and with a gentle kick, the door to "her" room creaked open.
"Well?" already he seemed to grow impatient, his hand still outstretched, pointing through both doorways. Gardevoir gathered her nerves and stood up, drawing short quick breaths, still on edge as she crept past the huge man. She exited his room, the narrow hallway disappearing around a corner of to her right, ending abruptly on her left. She continued straight through the next doorway, the trainer following her, reaching for the door barely a moment after she passed through it.
"Oh, and you'll want this, trust me" He dropped something into the room and slammed the door behind her, Gardevoir instinctly nodding her head in time with each bolt locking her in. She heard another thud as the door beyond hers was also slammed shut.
For a few seconds Gardevoir simply stood there, paralysed, her mind trying to process what had just happened. And without warning, it hit her like a tonne of bricks. She felt her eyes swell up once more as she collapsed to the ground. She leant against the door, holding her palms to her eyes, desperately trying to keep quiet amidst the silence. Pressing her knees against her chest, she buried her face into her forearm, trying to muffle the gasps. She placed her other hand to the ground, bumping into something on the floor. She pulled herself away from her arm, inspecting the item he left with her. The item seeming to be nothing more than a soft roll of tightly bound paper. Gardevoir immediately disregarded the item, burying her face into her forearm once more, caring very little for whatever purpose it had. At least until she felt something thick dribble onto her inner thigh.