Trigger warning: there is a forced sexual encounter in this. Nothing the characters don't end up enjoying. ;) If that kind of fictionalized event bothers you, please don't read ahead.
Brock pushed on, his adrenaline overshadowing the pain that pulsed through his legs. The footsteps had disappeared, but Brock began to hear a faint scream echo from the clouds above. He was far ahead of Ash and Misty now, running circles and fiercely charging through the thickets and branches in his way. He was scarred and bleeding, but he kept following the cries.
"Lotad!" Brock called out, removing his Pokeball in a moment of inspiration.
"LOTAD!" the bulbous blue Pokemon sang as it emerged from its Pokeball.
"Use flash, Lotad!" Brock thankfully had been practicing this move with Lotad ever since he got the HM.
The white flare engulfed an acre of the forest illuminating everything around. Brock shifted his head to-and-fro as he sought any sign of his beloved Vulpix, greeted with nothing but trees and fleeing Rattatas. "VULPIX! VULPIIIIXXXXXX!"
In an instant, the lights went out, and Brock's limp body fell to the soggy dirt below. Lotad turned around to see a cloaked man behind carrying a bloodied chunk of limestone, hovering over the body, his face obscured.
"NOW FERALIGATR!"
The cyan fang-toothed creature charged out of the thick bush behind the man, as the Lotad wilted in fear. It only saw the lacertilian head charging at him full speed before he, too, passed out.
The first sensation Brock noticed as he woke was the warm blood that had pooled into the space between his teeth and bottom lip. The metallic taste began to awaken his tongue as he began blinking his eyes open. It was maddeningly silent, save for a jingling that reminded him of keychains. He could also feel a tight wind cutting into his wrists, and noticed he could not move his hands. He peered up to see a chain rope hanging from above that was making him limply sag from the celing. He tried wiggling free, but was unable to. He started to piece together the elements in the room around him. The floor was a dark brown, coated in a thin layer of soot. The walls, thick concrete, had no windows. At the corner of his eyes was a lone wooden staircase with a yellow light that trickled down the steps. He began to hear a cackle.
"Don't worry. Your Vulpix is safe… for now."
The voice was hoarse and distorted. He turned to the side to see a man wearing a thick black cloak, holding a microphone to his lips. Brock could make out nothing but a pair of yellow teeth that sat above a pale, gaunt chin. Brock began to wince.
"Tell me who you are! Where am I?!" Brock used every ounce of energy that he had left.
"In due time," the man whispered into the microphone. "First though, I thought we could play a little game. Bring in the others."
"Who the fuck are you talking to?! What do you want?!"
Brock peered up to see two more cloaked figures holding two naked people each on a chain leash and dragging them behind. Brock instantly recognized the nude people in chains themselves.
"MISTY?! ASH?!"
Both had a leather collar tied around their necks with gags in their mouths. Ash's body was covered in purple bruises, and Misty had tears rolling down her soft cheeks. Their hands were tied behind their backs, and they walked heavily, as if exhausted. Brock couldn't help but notice that Ash's dick was hard and twitching.
"What the hell is going on?!"
"I'm going to get straight to the point," the mysterious character rasped. "No time for bullshit. I know that you have had your eye on this pretty little thing right here."
The leader grabbed the leash from one of the background men and yanked the leash as hard as he could. Misty fell to the floor.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH! WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE I'LL... mmmpppffffff." The now empty-handed man came over and stuffed Brock's mouth with a thick hand cloth, pushing it in as deeply as he could. He grabbed a strip of masking tape beside him and tigtly pulled it across the lower half of Brock's face.
"You don't get to talk anymore. Like I said, we're gonna get straight to the point here today. I've fed your friend Ash here a lovely, magical pill," now he grabbed for Ash's collar. "See this?" he said, grabbing at the base of Ash's penis, "This isn't going away for a while. Now, you are going to watch your friends fucking, and we're going to see how much of a dirty boy you are, Brock."
Brock's muffled howls intensified.
Saliva pooled around Ash and Misty's gags as the man approached them. He reached into his pocket and revealed a pristine 6 inch blade with a pointed tip that he pushed gently against Misty's stomach. Her muffled cries grew louder as he traced up her silky skin up to her throat. "I know he's ready," he said pointing to Ash's erection. "What about you?" He reached down to between Misty's leg, and he held his knife closer to her when she began to squeam. She slackenedin fear, revealing her delicate labia to the man. He glided his fingers around the labia up to the clitoris which he started rubbing with more intensity. He went down with his mouth, still hovering the blade in the air and began licking her with long, slow laps. Brock wanted to look away but couldn't. He even felt his pants stiffening as he saw a Misty's pussy glistening from her own juices. The man grabbed his microphone and jumped up.
"Yeah. She's fucking ready. I think the little whore even likes this. Well, don't wait boy. Get it while it's fresh." He threatened Ash with the knife.
Ash swallowed, helplessly trudging over. Tears welled in his eyes as he stood over Misty's vulnerable, nude body. He was hesitating.
"DO IT!" the man bellowed.
Brock watched every second of it. Ash gently pushed his dick inside Misty and began to fuck her gently. Misty wailed into her gag, and Ash pulled out and subsequently looked at the Man's gnarled teeth behind the razor sharp blade. He gulped again and re-entered Misty.
"You are going to fuck until you come boy, understand? And then maybe some more…."
Upon hearing this, Ash picked up the pace, thrusting deeper. He was likely trying to get it over with more quickly, but it didn't matter. Brock noticed the tone in Misty's voice—it was the same one she used when she was fucking him. Misty wasn't loathing this—she was moaning in pleasure under that gag. Brock's thick cock began to swell as Ash and Misty continued fucking, the wet sounds now louder than anything else in the room.
"Turn her over." At the command of their leader, the two other men turned Misty around onto her knees pushing her head to the ground. "Go on," the man called out to Ash who now entered her from behind. His torso began to smack against her pale ass, and she went back to moaning like a dog in heat. The leader walked over to brock and grabbed the outline of his dick in his pants.
"Well what do we have here. Misty, why don't you take a look at this."
The man slid Brock's zipper down to reveal his blood-filled penis, trembling in pleasure. Brock felt Misty's eyes as she raised her head slightly enough to gaze at his erection. Her moans got louder.
"See that. He likes watching his little slut get raped. I knew you were a fucking degenerate," the man said. "What I'm a little more surprised by is how much this slut is enjoying it," he walked over to Misty and grabbed a sleek, leather belt from one of his undlerlings.
"Now look up at his cock. Look at him turned on by the sight of you getting fucked like an animal."
As she raised her head futher, gazing upon Brock's wiggling, helpless body, the man cracked the belt across the length of her firm ass. She wailed as he began to repeat until her ass was glowing red. Brock saw the gleam in her eyes, sensing that she was getting close. Her cloaked groans crescendoed, until her legs started to tremble. Her dripping pussy began to contract around Ash's cock, and she began backing into him as hard as she could. Ash couldn't take it either… as he started to pull out, the man screamed into the microphone.
"FINISH INSIDE HER! DON'T YOU DARE PULL OUT! YOU KNOW YOU WANT THIS!"
Misty was still contracting and Ash thrust into her one more time. Brock sensed each pump leaving Ash's body, loosening his frame each time. Without being touched, Brock was on the verge of climaxing himself, his precum now dripping to the floor beneath him. They both collapsed as if their limbs gave out, coated in sweat.
"Did you like our little show? I'm not your average ringleader, Brock. Today, I'm going to exercise all your demons. We're gonna do something amazing here." The man made a jazz hands motion while stepping backwards.
Brock stared into Misty's eyes who stared back. He couldn't process what just happened. He needed a moment… a second… to breathe and think and talk and…
"No time to waste. Let's see what's behind curtain number two!"
TO BE CONTINUED