Dawn Whited Out
Chapter 1
That was it. That was Dawn's last pokemon. Buneary skidded to her punk boots, struggling to stand on her two stubby legs before collapsing from total exaustion.
"Buneary, return!" Dawn recalled Buneary back into her pokeball and dashed down the streets of Eterna City away from the two Team Galactic Members. All she wanted was her damned Pokedex back. She was stupid to lose it in the first place. Dawn could not however begin to imagine what the full extent of what the consequences would be.
A vine whip teathered out of the darkness of an alleyway and snagged her ankle. Dawn felt a tug at her leg as she was pulled to the ground and dragged into the shadows. Two more team galactic members and a Vileplume shaped out of the darkness stepping towards Dawn who futilly struggled to break free as another vine whip snap around her waist, tearing her vest and camisole. Dawn screamed from the pain. The dragging stopped as the two grunts and Vileplume stood over her.
"Where do you think you're going?" asked the female grunt. "Use sleep powder." Blue and green dust sprinkled over Dawn causing her to fall back as the energy desorbed out of her body and her world went white.
Dawn burst awake upon feeling water splash against her. It was a continuous stream of water, the source of which being a hose held by a Team Galactic grunt. Dawn stood up to find herself in a green and dimly lit metal room with five Team Galactic members, including the two that captured her and the two that took her pokedex.
"Morning sweetheart," said the grunt holding the hose.
"Please! Let me go!" Dawn shivered from the coldness of the water.
"Why?" asked the grunt. "So you can come back with numbers?" Another spray blasted Dawn against the wall. "So you can cause more trouble for us?"
"Please...don't hurt me," Dawn whimpered, terrified for her life.
"Don't worry," another female grunt said. "We can't afford to. You'd be damaged goods."
"You have such beautiful hair," said the one holding the hose. "I don't know why you restrain it with those cheap pins."
"Eh?" Dawn , afraid of the consequences reached up to her head and noticed that her hat was gone. It must have slipped off when she fell to the ground.
"Why don't you take them off?" Afraid, Dawn took the yellow pins off her blue hair, letting it hang naturally.
"Where are my Pokemon?" Dawn asked, afraid for an answer.
"They're right here." A light shone on three pokeballs inside of a red trash compactor.
"NO! DON'T!" She ran towards the compactor with one hand outstretched. One of the grunts that defeated her and the new female grunt restrained her arms. Dawn felt a blunt pain in her stomach from the fist of the male grunt and threw her against the wall. She clutched her stomach from the pain trying to speak.
"The machine turns on if you don't cooperate with us," said the first female grunt. "Do what we say and we might give them a new home."
"Get your clothes off," the one with the hose ordered, slightly allowing pressure to the handle of the hose, releasing a light sream of water to the floor.
"Wha?" Dawn was still recovering from the blow to her stomach.
"We would've done it while you were sleeping but this is more fun," said another male.
"Okay! Okay! I'm doing it!" Dawn stepped out of her pink boots and lifted each leg slipping off her socks. She then took the hem of her black shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing it to the ground. Tears formed in her eyes as her hands undid the buttons of her blouse. A hydraulic sound rattled her spine as she saw that one of the males had turned the key.
"I'd hurry up!"
"I'M HURRYING!" Starting to cry, Dawn slipped her blouse down her arms and quickly undid her bra. She felt a coldness against her bare breasts as she pulled down her skirt and panties. She looked up to see that the press was still lowering. "I DID IT!" She then saw the female pointing to her wrists. "AH!" She was still wearing her bracelets and Poketch. With adrhenaline having all but replaced her blood, she ripped them off her wrists and felt a wash of relaxation relieve her body when the hydraulic sound stopped.
A door slid open and a third female grunt approached her with a collar and leash. On the tag she noticed that DAWN was molded into the metal. One of the males approached to assist the new grunt, holding her hair up as the female fastened the collar around Dawn's neck and tugged it twice to test the strength of the links.
"Take these to storage." Over the shoulder of the female grunt, she saw one of the males that captured her, take her pokeballs from the compactor and place them in a tray. The third female handed a pair of leather handcuffs to the male that held her hair.
Dawn knew she wouldn't have another good opportunity to escape. Thinking quickly, Dawn raised a leg and sunk a bare foot into the stomach of the male (fitting since he was the one who punched her there) before cracking the female right in the jaw and dashing for the grunt with the tray, grabbing it. Dawn ran for the door into a corridor, darting her head around for an exit. Before her was a door above a step, a door to her left and storage lockers to her right.
The light beside the door before her turned from red to green. She knew that it was about to open and realized she had no choice but to take the door to her left. Slamming the only button she could see, the door opened.
Dispair overtook anticipation for the only thing behind that door was a door with a window that overlooked a moving ocean. She was on an airship thousands of feet in the air. The gloved hand of a Team Galactic grunt grabbed her arm and turned her around, forcing her to spill the capsules onto the floor. A seventh grunt stepped through the door, accompanied by a Glameow. New tears formed in her eyes.
"As romantic a sight it is to see a naked girl swim in the ocean, the impact would be fatal." Seeing that the situation was under control, the seventh grunt returned to what Dawn assumed was the cockpit. "We'd punish you but there's no other cargo to scare and any method on hand would damage you for our buyer."
"B-buyer?"
"The sale is all but finalized. Consider it reparations for all the times trainers like you screwed us out of profit. From now on, you are property of the Masoner Estate. It's a private club for aristocrats and Elite Trainers in the Dark League." The Grunt picked up a capsule and held it to Dawn. "You're never gonna see your Pokemon again. As a matter of fact, you're never gonna see civilization again."
One of the grunts grabbed her other arm and put the leather cuffs behind her back as the other grunts put her pokeballs back in the tray and placed them in one of the storage drawers. Dawn felt a rough push against her back, forcing her back into the room. She was then tugged by her leash and guided all the way to the wall opposite the door. In front of her, she saw two bars bolted into the wall.
"You will stay here until we arrive," said one of the female grunts as she walked over and unhooked her leash. The grunt that held the hose took a chain that was attached to the bottom bar and pulled it up as Dawn's bound arms hooked over the top bar. A metal shackle clicked around her neck. "And because you tried to escape, you get to stand up for the whole trip." All the grunts walked towards the door.
"Wait! How long do I have to be here?" The grunt that held the hose picked it back up and sprayed Dawn with another jet of water. Her naked body was now drenched and shined in the dim light of the room. Dawn hung her head and cried. Why was this happening to her?