Jesse was taking advantage of the commotion
to edge towards the inner dungeon door. When she carefully tested the door,
it slid open noiselessly.
It made sense, of course, that the hinges
would be carefully oiled. Jessibelle would not always want the family or
the servants alerted to the fact that she was going to do… whatever it
was she did in here. But Jesse was still conscious of a slight disappointment.
Dungeon doors should creak ominously. And then James could look up in terror,
thinking his tormentor was back. Jesse would take on a pose of noble heroism,
and when he saw it was she, his eyes would light up adoringly…
James hadn't heard her enter. He was staring
despondently at the mannequin across from him, which was chained in exactly
the same spread-eagled position on the wall. The mannequin looked rather
battered, and also looked as though it had a few burn marks. A "J" was
branded on one thigh. Jessibelle obviously believed in practice making
perfect.
James was free of bruises himself, Jesse
noted with a stab of relief. At least, she hoped it was relief. She was
quite… attached to James, and surely no decent girl, or decent criminal
psychopath, would be disappointed that some other woman had failed to mark
her lover's skin. Lover's? Friend's, she corrected herself. James was just
her best friend.
He looked gorgeous up there. That pitiful
expression on what she could see of his face, arms stretched high above
his head and drawing the muscles on his smooth chest taut. He was cold
– his nipples were as hard on his chest as if they had been caressed to
peaks. A counterfeit of arousal adding another layer of beauty to his helplessness.
Jessibelle had stripped him down to his knickers, and Jesse couldn't help
knowing what the other girl had planned to do to him. To her James…
Jesse frowned. She was messing up her own
script. Rescuing heroes didn't take a moment to leer at the entrapped heroine,
no matter how pretty she – no, he – was. Being leered at all day by overly
hormonal teenagers was obviously having a bad effect on her.
It was obviously the reason why, instead
of announcing "I'm here!" and helping her best friend out of his chains,
she walked across and kissed him lightly on the mouth.
There was a moment of terror on James'
face, almost instantly replaced by recognition. Well, close enough to instantly
for him to escape a slapping, anyway.
"Jesse!" At least that part of her fantasy
had worked. James' eyes lit up like – well, what came to Jesse's mind was
the light being switched on in an aquarium that hadn't been cleaned for
some time. Not the most romantic of similes, but it did describe quite
nicely the effect of eyes glowing greenly through tears. "You came to rescue
me!"
Jesse nodded. "Of course. Did you think
I'd forget you?"
James shook his head, beaming at her. Jesse
couldn't figure out if he was telling the truth, mostly because her blood
had abruptly deserted her brain. She decided she didn't even care if he
was lying, as long as he kept smiling at her like that.
There was a long silence. Eventually James
asked, "Aren't you going to let me down?"
Jesse thought for a moment. She glanced
around the room, noting Jessibelle's rather impressive collection of switches,
nipple clamps and strap-ons. Then she leaned forwards and kissed James
again, properly this time, feeling his lips part and his tongue come to
meet hers. Not the setting she'd envisioned for their first real kiss,
perhaps, but it had its positive side…
When their mouths parted, Jesse gave her
partner her most seraphic smile. "Oh, I'll let you down," she said. "Eventually."
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Pikachu, who was considerably more intelligent
than his trainer, eventually became sick of all of the nonsense and shocked
Vileplume and Jessibelle. Despite all pokémon type rules, Vileplume
had promptly fainted. Pikachu had included Meowth, Squirtle and Ash in
the electrocution, just out of spite. The five were currently piled in
a corner, waiting to be taken to a Pokémon Centre and put in the
machine. Or something.
The more intellectual members of the group
were trying to figure out what to do now. "She's been in there an awful
long while," Misty said uncertainly. Do you suppose she's all right?"
Brock had made a discovery. "Look, there's
a peephole!" he said happily. "Oh wow."
Misty shoved him away, looked through the
peephole, and promptly burst into tears. "But I thought James was g-g-gay,"
she sobbed.
Brock pushed her away in turn. She was
crying too hard to resist. "Well, so did I," he said thoughtfully, "but
it sure looks like Jesse has him whipped. In more ways than one."
Misty wailed louder. She was sick of this
Johto league crap. At least, if this story had taken place on the Orange
Is1ands, she could have made Tracey draw her a picture. And then she could
have erased James, slave collar and all…
It wasn't fair. Misty was dimly aware she
was in the hands of a slash writer who usually believed that Brock was
the only Pokémon breeder. She had the right to expect more action
than she was getting.
"I don't wanna be in a hetfic," she sniffled.
"Not even with James in drag." And certainly not with No-Eyes and Mr.
Pokémon Master.
"James seems to have a redhead already,"
Brock pointed out. "Maybe two."
"Shut up!" Misty wiped her eyes, and moved
on to her second – well, fourth, if you counted Prima and Marina – choice.
"What about Cassidy? I could believe in love power."
"Misty, you've only met her twice. And
she's a nasty brat with bad hair who'll steal your pokémon and tell
you you're useless."
"Yep. It would be just like being back
home," Misty sighed nostalgically.
"Besides, I heard she's engaged to Giovanni.
She's on her way up up up the ziggurat lickety-splick, that one. Mostly
by going down, though."
"That's it! The moment Ash pays me back
from my bike, I'm going to Sunnytown to join the gang. I'll bet Tyra would
be glad to see me."
"Ah, Tyra." It was Brock's turn to sigh
nostalgically. "That chick really fancied me. But I told her, I could never
join a bike gang."
Before Misty could kill her former friend,
she was distracted by Jessibelle stirring and groaning.
"She's waking up," Brock announced, unnecessarily.
"We can't let her catch Jesse and James doing… that, or there'll be hell
to pay."
"I hope she kills the perverted sluts,"
Misty said, but her Golden-Hearted Tomboy Heroine sensibilities were beginning
to reassert themselves. She really couldn't leave them to their fate, however
much she currently wanted them dead.
Misty considered the fallen girl carefully.
Long pinkish-red hair, big blue eyes, stunning figure… James didn't know
what he was missing. Well, actually, pretty much exactly what he was getting,
but that was beside the point.
A devilish smile spread across the water-trainer's
face. She quickly suppressed it and put on an expression of noble courage
instead.
"You take Ash, Pikachu and Meowth and escape,"
she urged. "I'll stay an make a diversion, okay?""
Brock clasped his friend's hands, overcome
with admiration at her self sacrifice. "Misty, will you be okay?"
Misty looked down at Jessibelle again.
The girl was still wearing her leather corset, fishnet stockings and spike-heeled
boots. "Oh, I'll be just fine, Brock," she purred. "I promise. I'll just
distract Jessibelle, that's all." She surreptitiously moved her hands to
the clip of her braces.
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Meowth, who had not had a good day, gulped
down a hyper potion. James looked wistfully across at him.
"Mind if I have some of that, Meowth?"
The lilac-haired bishounen reached across and grabbed the bottle, swilling
some down.
Meowth stared at him. "Why do you need
a healing – ohmigawd," he finished weakly, as James obligingly pulled off
his shirt. "That evil bitch Jessibelle! Thank Mew Jesse rescued you!" He
stared in horrified fascination at James' impressive collection of bruises
and welts. Then he gasped in horror. "Those marks! She hasn't just whipped
you, she's branded you with her initial. I can't believe such inhumanity.
You're marked as J's property forever, now. Poor, poor James…"
Meowth wondered why his human team-mates
were blushing and giggling at such a tragedy. But then, those two had always
been weird. And relief at being reunited was probably making them light-headed.
James turned his wide, ingenuous gaze on
his partner. "I'll just have to find someone else whose name starts with
J, then. Someone who understands me..."
Jesse nodded solemnly. "But where on earth
will we find someone like that?"
Meowth sighed to himself. Poor little dears,
they didn't appreciate the irony of what they were saying. They couldn't
recognise what was staring them in the face. They were nice kids, though,
in a deranged criminal kind of way, and he was quite fond of them. Maybe
one day, they'd come to their senses and share a chaste kiss or something.
Nah. They were still oddly innocent in some ways.
And James, at least, was definitely gay.
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At another campsite not very far away,
two very concerned boys were trying to plot out a rescue mission, when
a voice cut nervously into their discussion.
"Um, hi, guys."
"Misty! You're safe! We were so worried
about you!" Ash and Brock flung themselves on the tomboy and hugged her
tightly. Misty screamed with pain.
"DON"T – TOUCH – MY – BACK!"
They stepped back and stared at her in
surprise. Misty shrugged. "Sunburn. Ah, guys, could we go to a Pokémon
Centre? Soon, please?"
Ash frowned at her. Misty was wearing a
long white dress that he didn't remember seeing before. It covered her
from neck to knee, and was far more feminine than anything else he'd ever
seen her wear. But then, if she was sunburned, she'd want to protect herself
from the sun. "But you're okay, right?" he asked.
Misty smiled angelically. "Never been better,
Ashy-boy. Never been better. I think Togepi is a little tired, that's all."
If Misty had learned nothing else on the
Jouto journeys, she had learned this very important thing: bad little girls
get punished. They get punished lots and lots and lots…
She shed a sparkling look on her friends
and went to lie down, very, very carefully.
END