Part 2: Broken Without a Trace
Tossing and turning, Mathas tried to sleep off the madness that had plagued his sight early in the day. Wither his eyes were opened or closed made no difference as he tried to rest, the sight of the PPC PR now tattoo'd on his mind.
"I still can't believe that happened...just like Eeveelution called me out on..." Mathas growned, burying his eyes into his pillow. Seconds began to feel like minutes and minutes turned into an eternity as he continued his struggle to rest. As much as he prayed for morning to come, it seemed that the night wished to stay longer than normal, forcing him to endure his urges without any rest. Frustrated, he sat up in his bed, rubbing his exausted eyes before looking back at his computer that he had violated.
"Maybe someone will be awake..." Mathas groaned, slowly slipping out from beneath his warm covers. It wasn't unusual for Mathas to get on the computer this late at night, but it was never from not being able to sleep purposely. Pressing the power button on his tower, he leaned back in his steel and mesh chair, reclining and staring up at the ceiling while his precious computer booted up. The sounds of his OS forming upon his screen caught his attention, causing him to sit up straight and continue on his mission. He quickly clicked a link to the website that he had on his desktop, again waiting for it to make its way into his view. After a few minutes of waiting, he impatiently sighed, staring at the sceen as the site finally loaded up. Immediately clicking into the chat window, he wiped his eyes again so that he could see clearly.
-ProBro has entered the room...-
ProBro: Hey...is anyone awake...?
PikaClue: Half way yeah.
GrimerGirl: I'm still working on my essay for my Pokemon trainer's liscense.
PikaClue: Still? You do realize its like 3 in the morning right?
GrimerGirl: Yeah, yeah, I'm aware.
ProBro: So...I can't really sleep...do you guys mind talking to me a little?
PikaClue: Wha? Since when do you sleep?
GrimerGirl: Shinanigans, you don't sleep.
ProBro: Don't be dumb right now please...
PikaClue: I was actually serious there for a second, you're never asking for help.
ProBro: I haven't really asked anything yet...
GrimerGirl: That's alright, we're here to listen BroBro.
ProBro: Thanks...
PikaClue: So what's going on? We noticed that you kind of raged quit the chat earlier.
ProBro: Well you guys were kinda being dicks.
GrimerGirl: I guess we did get kinda carried away, sry about that.
ProBro: It's partially my fault too, no worries...
PikaClue: Wow, you actually apologized...now I know something's wrong. What happened after you left the chat?
ProBro: Remember what Eeveelution said about the PPC? And how she said she'd see me soon?
PikaClue: Yeah, what about it?
GrimerGirl: I'm actually curious about that too, what happened?
ProBro: Well...
-Mewthree has entered the room...-
Mewthree: Hey...
PikaClue: Top of the morning Mewthree.
GrimerGirl: You can't sleep either?
Mewthree: Something like that...
ProBro: Join the club.
Mewthree: I'm not in the mood for your crap right now ProBro, so don't start.
ProBro: I wasn't going to, relax dude.
Mewthree: Sorry...I'm kind of a mess right now...
ProBro: What's going on?
Mewthree: Well...my girlfriend kind of dumped me...
PikaClue: Aw man, I'm really sorry to hear that.
GrimerGirl: Wha?! I thought you two were doing fine?
Mewthree: I thought so too...
ProBro: Was she cheating on you or somethin'?
Mewthree: Yeah...sorta...
ProBro: Shit, sorry...I wasn't trying to call that out.
Mewthree: It's fine...
ProBro: So anyway...after I left the chat, I got a weird input prompt in the middle of my screen.
PikaClue: We're here for you Mewthree, we'll stay up as long as you need us.
GrimerGirl: Yeah, we've got your back.
Mewthree: ...thanks guys.
ProBro: Can I please continue?
PikaClue: Yeah, sorry about that.
Mewthree: What up with ProBro? Did something happen?
ProBro: So as I was saying...a command prompt came up on my screen asking for a username. So naturally I typed in this name. After I hit enter my screen completely black out, like it broke or somethin'. Then all of a sudden, this new box and a video feed popped up.
PikaClue: That's really creepy...
GrimerGirl: Spooooooky, what happened next?
ProBro: They asked me for an ID number, which I guessed right. I got this weird message box welcoming to a PPC room...that when Eeveelution began messaging me in that chat box...
Mewthree: That's some Dark Web stuff right there.
PikaClue: Seriously, this is sounding like one of those creepy stories people post, what were they called again?
GrimerGirl: I forgot, I haven't read one in awhile.
ProBro: Anyway...she told me that she was surprised that I'd show and told me to enjoy myself or something. After that the window closed then video feed starting running.
PikaClue: What was on the video feed?
"Should I really tell them...?" Mathas said to himself, his heart racing and his face heating up from the memory of the event. He proceeded to stare at the screen with his hands hovering over his keys, as if cast in stone. Suddenly, a message popped up that immediatly sent a chill down his spine.
EeveelutionLeader: It was some hardcore porn. I bet that's what this is leading up to.
PikaClue: Well hey, I didn't even see you log in.
GrimerGirl: Haha! Yeah I bet it was just a porn pop-up or something. Way to fall for such a stupid thing ProBro.
Mewthree: Leave him alone guys, can't you see he's freaked out?
ProBro: I...uh...um...
EeveelutionLeader: Meowth caught your tongue ProBro?
-ProBro has logged off-
"Shit, shit, shit! How did she know I was on?!" Mathas yelped, falling out of his chair and onto the floor. He watched as the chat continued on, it was if Eeveelution had never logged on, nor said anything. As Mathas was about to take a sigh of relief, another mysterious chat box opened up.
Gardeva: ProBro, would you like to come to the PPC and meet that Galade?
Mathas rose up to his feet, leaving the chair curled up on the floor as his fingers attacked his keys.
ProBro: How the hell did you know I was on?!
Gardeva: You really underestimated me when I said the PPC is always watching didn't you?
ProBro: ...
Gardeva: So...would you like to know or not...?
ProBro: ...y-yeah...
Gardeva: Alright! Here's what you've gotta do.
Mathas took note of all the instructions that Gardeva gave him, his heart racing once again and his body trembling from an awkward sense of anxiousness. After a few minutes of exchanging directions, Gardeva caught his attention off guard with a simple phrase.
Gardeva: So...would you like to come tonight?
Mathas's hands shook wildly, his heart now pounding like an engine as he stared at the message as if gazing into the eyes of death itself.
ProBro: ...I...I would like to...
Gardeva: Hehehe, I can see you huffing and puffing over there, its kind of cute seeing like that.
ProBro: S-Shut up!
Gardeva: We'll be waiting. Make sure you go to that address then walk to the back of the building. Make sure you bring some money with you, can you handle 30,000?
ProBro: Y-Yeah, no sweat.
Gardeva: Good, now when you get to the back door, wait for us to let you in OK? Don't say or do anything.
ProBro: Got it...
Gardeva: See you soon~!
-Gardeva as logged off-
"Damn it...this is insane! Why am I letting all this push me around so much?!" Mathas shouted smacking his palm to his forehead. He slowly dragged it down his face as he thought long and hard on wither or not he should go. Throwing himself onto his bed, he pressed his thumbs into his eyes, trying to hide away from the situation at hand. He then let out a defeatist sigh and turned to his nightstand where his wallet was.
"I guess...I'm already in too deep to quit now..." Mathas sighed. He immediately began stripping down out of his night clothes then slowly trounced over to a chair that sat at the corner of his room. Upon it was a pile of what appeared to be laundry that he had been meaning to do for some time. Regardless, he grabbed the cleanest pair of pants and shirt from the pile and slipped it on, immediately returning to his night stand to snag his wallet and stuff it into his back pants pocket.
"Let's do this shit," Mathas said, smacking the sides of his face to psyche himself up. He hated being in a depressive mood, regardless of that being his case 90% of the time. Opened up the door and then gently shut it behind him; it was bad enough he was being loud so he didn't want to push his luck of waking up his folks, which often slept like the dead. He then held up the piece of paper with all of the directions on it and began making his way. Step by step he followed each and every little detail to the best of his abilities. Trouncing around in the dusk light was rather difficult and he was so brash to head out that both his communicator and flashlight were both left in the house. Sighing at this fact, he followed around the street signs, thanking to Arceus that he actually lived in the city itself.
"Damn this place hard to find...its like I've been walking in circles for the past 10 minutes...let's see, let's see...OH there it is. She could've just told me it was the Pokemon shelter...well whatever. Now, I just have to go down the alleyway and stand at the back door..." Mathas said aloud, stepping carefully. Several dirty puddles of water and pot holes led the way, causing him to splash his ankles, which caused him to curse aloud.
"Ugh...now I'm going to smell like crap water now..." Mathas whined as he stepped up to the door. Standing there quietly, he looked around him to make sure there was nothing in sight. As his eyes drifted up, he then caught a glimpse of a camera staring right at him, as if analyzing him from head to toe.
"You may enter," a female voice said. He didn't notice before but there was wall speaker next to him, much like homes had at their front gates. Gulping nervously, his heart began to thrash in his chest, his hands growing clammy as he reached for the door knob.
"I can do this...I can do this..." Mathas recited to himself. As he was about to reach the knob, the door magically opened, with a what looked like a ghost Pokemon awaiting his arrival behind it. It was a Froslass that now floated before him; she was dressed in a strange vest that bell boys would wear when escorting people to their room in a hotel. It gave a nod of its head, signalling for Mathas to step inside.
"My feet are telling me stop, but my heart and begging me to go...UGH THIS IS FRUSTRATING! DO I HAVE TO DO THIS?!" Mathas shouted in his mind as he stood like a statue. Froslass gave a tilt of its head, confused by Mathas as he took heavy, awkward steps forward.
"S-Sorry about that, I'm just a little nervous," Mathas said stepping in through the doors. Froslass gave him a respectful bow of its head before leading him down a quaint, decorated hallway. Gazing along the walls, he noticed that there was a plethra of Pokemon images, however, something wasn't quite right about them. He noticed a Galade in one of the images, which prompted him to stop for a moment. Gaze over it, he wondered why its eyes looked so hollow and its expression so dross. Froslass lightly called out to him, beckoning for him to follow her further in.
"I'm sorry! I keep holding you up, I'm coming," Mathas said politely, causing Froslass to tilt its head once more and a somewhat cutesy gesture. Confused by this, he continued following her until they came to a pair of door that looked like the entry way into a castle corridor. Taking one final nervous gulp, he watched as the doors magically opened with Froslass now vanishing into thin air. As Mathas stepped into the room, his racing heart began running wild with his words stopping dead in their tracks. Before him was what appeared to be a lounge of sorts, with trainers and their Pokemon scattered throughout its confines. Mathas couldn't believe his eyes as a woman bound by shackles and leather restraints was whipped harshly on her rear by a vine whip from a Liligant that sat upon her on the stage. Her screaming sounds of lust pierced the air, helping add to the already intoxicating atmosphere.
"What in the hell did I walk in on?!" Mathas said, his face red as a strawberry. Suddenly a man showed up before him, snapping his attention off of the depraved stage of entertainment. Wearing a white suit with a faded pink shirt beneath it, he gave Mathas a respectful bow and a grin.
"I am Qualter, welcome to the PPC!" Qualter said, slightly dramatisized to mock the speechless Mathas in front of him.
"You must be ProBro, I can tell from your...looks. Gardeva has told me ALL about you and your rather...distastful activities. But fret not my boy, here in the PPC we do not judge any who enter, for you are an honored guest," Qualter said, his smile growing wider. Mathas didn't know what to think of this man before him; he seemed polite enough, but he had overwhelmingly sadistic tones in his personality, however, Mathas knew he wasn't any better or worse of a person. Shrugging it off, he finally snapped back to his senses as his eyes finally analyzed Qualter.
"Y-Yeah, I'm ProBro. It's nice to meet you um..." Mathas's words fell short as his attention span was yet again compromised. Qualter laughed and gave his arm a firm grip to grab his attention once more.
"Qualter. And its nice to meet you too. Your eyes seemed to be jumping all over the place, are you perhaps looking for Gardeva?" Qualter ask, Mathas now shaking from the sexual stimulation. It didn't matter where he looked, there was no escaping the viper pit of sexual intensity.
"Y-Yeah...where is she?" Mathas's words shook as he pulled from Qualter's affectionate grasp. As if on cue, he heard footsteps behind him. He attempted to turn around, but was stopped by a firm jab to his side. He grunted in pain as he fell to a knee with a nearly seductive giggle now ringing in his ears.
"Hello to you to asshole," Zoe laughed. Mathas immediately stood up, his eyes now glaring in hers as he balled his fists.
"What's the big ide..." Mathas tried to spit out the rest of his words, but Zoe intead clasped her hand over his mouth, shoving what felt like a mint down his throat. Mathas then began coughing, holding his throat while Qualter and Zoe laughed at his expense.
"Meowth caught your tongue?" Zoe teased, finally identifying who she was to him. His face stayed warm as he gazed over her; unlike most of the people in the room, she was dressed quite plainly. She was wearing a hoodie and a pair of jeans that lovingly gripped onto her legs and thighs. She gave him a pat on the shoulder and smiled kindly.
"Sorry about that, I couldn't help it. I'm actually impressed that you showed, I figured you'd wimp out," Zoe said. Mathas took a deep breath, steadying his nerves before smiling back at Zoe with gleaming confidence.
"Like I said, you talked the talk so I'm walking the walk. So, what happens now?" Mathas asked, his eyes now catching sight of a Gardevoir that was hovering along the ground. His face began to grow hot and his sight became dizzy as he watch the Gardevoir reach one of its small arms around Zoe, gently pressing against her breast before licking playfully at her throat.
"I...wha...what's happening to me? I feel like I'm on fire," Mathas said, his breaths growing heavy as he wiped a thick coat of sweat from his forehead. Zoe giggled playfully, grasping onto Gardevoir's hand to pull set her beside her and grasping onto Mathas's arm to pull him in a general direction.
"Let's take this to a place a bit quieter so you can get yourself together," Zoe said with a smirk. Mathas found himself tripping over his feet as his body began to grow wild, his labido suddenly kicking into overdrive without warning. Zoe opened a door that blended in with the wall, dragging the other two in with her then closing the door behind her. Mathas fell off his feet and onto the polished leather couch that lined all the walls. Zoe and Gardevoir then plopped down across from him, both blushing and grinning mischievously. Mathas then sat up, hunching over to catch his breath while he helplessly shifted his legs together.
"You look a little tense over there, is everything alright?" Zoe asked politely, Mathas now covering his uncomfortable bulge that began throbbing against his pants.
"What...what did you do to me?" Mathas said, his eyes growing hazy as Gardevoir slowly moved around to his side.
"There's one requirement to coming into the PPC, and that's to eat a piece of candy that all of us main members supply. That's all. So...you got the money ProBro?" Zoe asked. Before Mathas had a chance to reach for his wallet, he felt it yanked from his pocket, but not by a set of hands. He turned to see Gardevoir floating it over to Zoe using her psychic powers. Zoe quickly snagged it from the air, Gardevoir now returning to her side as she shuffled through the cash in the wallet.
"You must really want what I have to offer because I didn't even tell you why you needed to bring the money. Not too bright are you?" Zoe snickered, tossing the ever growing Mathas his wallet. It hit him in the chest then bounced to his side as his legs clenched together.
"Fortunately for you, we aren't a bunch of swindlers here, we all are here for the same purpose, and that includes strangers like you. Now, sit tight while I go grab your product, be back in a sec," Zoe said, she and Gardevoir raising back up and walking out the door, locking it behind them.
"...why do I feel like I'm going to die if I don't pleasure myself...?" Mathas growled, now gripping his legs tightly, trying to draw pain from them to fight back his ecstacy. No more than a few minutes later did the door open back up, with the object of his desire slowly crawling in. Led on a leash by Gardevoir, Mathas's eyes widened as the Galade from before slowly crept in, its eyes now staring helplessly into his. Gardevoir then telepathically put the leash into Mathas's hand, winking at him before leaving the two of them alone.
"Y-You're that Galade...from the video right?" Mathas said, his whole body drenched with the overwhelming desire to pounce on it at any given moment. The Galade put on a broken smile, its hollow eyes looking up at his as it gave a nod.
"I'm yours to use, master," a male voice sounded in Mathas's mind. His eyes darted around to try and find the voice, but found no source at all.
"It's from me, master. I'm speaking to you with telepathy," the voice sounded, his eyes now watching as Galade crawled between his legs. Without any prompting Galade immediately began undoing his pants button, teeth within his mouth grasping onto the zipper to pull it down.
"W-W-Why can't I resist this..." Mathas whined, watching as his sizeable erection was brought out into the open. Galade shot Mathas its broken smile once again, its tongue now drooling all over the head of it. Mathas shivered as he grasped the couch, resisting his urges in compliance with his lax morals.
"Master's thing is suffering...let me ease it," Galade's voice said, its tone desperate for him. Mathas could do nothing but to watch as Galade coated his member with its thick saliva, its tongue desperately swirling all around it. Mathas began digging his fingers into the leather seats, his moral walls ready to bust at any moment.
"Y-You...I...T-That feels good...don't stop..." Mathas whimpered, resting his hand on Galade's head. Galade blushed at Mathas's touch, gliding its warm, moist tongue up his shaft and onto the head. It lovingly swirled it around the tip of his member, his eyes pleading for Mathas to make his move.
"Don't be afraid master, use me however you wish. I will do anything to make my master happy," the voice sounded in Mathas's head. Those were the very words he needed to hear to break down his moral wall and grind it into dust. Mathas harshly grabbed a hold of Galades hair, yanking on it violently to force his throbbing length down the Galade's throat. The Galade's eyes stared into his as Mathas cruely pulled its hair, its tongue still wiggling against his member lovingly.
"I-I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!" Mathas shouted, grasping onto the back of Galade's head with his free hand. Galade groaned and blushed heavily as Mathas forcibly rammed its mouth up and down his member like a piston, desperately trying to gain relief at any cost.
"T-THIS FEEL SO FUCKING GOOD!" Mathas moaned loudly, practically drooling from the corner of his mouth while he rammed his member down its throat savagely; without remorse, without regret and without mercy. The Galade's eyes began to grow hazy from its air flow being cut off. Mathas wanted to feel bad about what he was doing, but he was too far gone to care anymore. Mathas began whining loudly, over and over again as his member twitched and throbbed violently.
"CUMMING!" Mathas yelled out, yanking on Galade's hair as viciously as he could to dump his cum down its throat. Galade's eyes looked up into his lovingly with every twitch of his hips, another load of his seed begin released again and again until he was done. Removing Galades mouth from his girth, Mathas looked down shamefully at the Galade, whose tongue was hanging out like a dog as it panted and gasped for air.
"Oh my God I'm sorry! Are you OK?!" Mathas asked, genuine guilt filling his voice. The Galade slowly rolled its tongue back into its mouth, swallowing the remains of his seed before returning its full attention to him.
"I'm fine master...I'm joyed that you used me to feel good. All of my masters have used me in the same way as you, so I'm used to it. But...I would like some help too..." Galade said, its face red as it leaned back. Mathas gazed upon Galades oddly shaped phalace, with its body beginning to tremble from want.
"I...uh...um...what would you like me to do to help?" Mathas asked, averting his eyes scratching his head with his body refusing to cool down. Mathas turned his eyes back, finding the face of a now smiling Galade. However, this time it wasn't the facade of a smile as it had been before, but rather a wicked smile that sent a chill down Mathas's spine. Too drugged from the candy to make a move, he helplessly gazed into Galade's now glowing eyes as if they were the eyes of a demon glaring back at him. Mathas began to feel like a ragdoll as Galade used its psychic abilities to move him over, allowing Galade to sit in his spot. A collar began to float through the air until it reached Mathas. It then wrapped around his neck, locking around it snuggly before Galade decided to grab the ring of it, a coy look on its face.
"Pleasure me," the Galade said in his mind. Entranced and unable to fight, Mathas's eyes glazed over as he gave the Galade an obediant nod. Before he knew it, he found himself face first in Galade's crotch, his mouth now being violated just as Galade had been.
"S-Stop this...pl-please stop..." Mathas said passively, raising his mouth off. As if his will to do anything was crushed into dust, Galade silently forced Mathas back down, moaning and whining of the feeling of Mathas's mouth. A creepy smile formed upon Galades lips as it looked up into a camera that was hidden in the corner of the room. On the other end, Qualter and Zoe watched in amusement at the newly transpiring situation.
"Are you sure about this? Don't you think it's a bit harsh?" Qualter asked Zoe, her eyes shifting from the monitor to his with an eye roll.
"I saw the way this guy lives, he's a nobody that likes to hurt and piss people off anonymously. At least this way we can drain his money and keep him happy yeah?" Zoe said with a wolf's smile. Qualter shook his head and sighed, returning to his own set of monitors that were installed across from her own.
"You've...really change Zoe...I'm glad to see you've embraced the PPC, but we aren't in the business of being cruel to people, just like your friend down there," Qualter's eyes were lost with his words, with Zoe sighing as well with a small frown.
"Don't worry Qualter, I don't plan on hurting him TOO badly. Besides, he seems to be enjoying himself. Come over and get a closer look, I promise you won't regret it," Zoe said, waving him over. Qualter shrugged then stood up, turning to Zoe's screen set then resting a hand on her shoulder to lean in.
"...!" the voice of the Galade cried out in Mathas's mind as it released its own nectar, which had the consistancy of thick milk. Mathas mindlessly swallowed each load, moaning and groaning under Galade's control. Raising his mouth off and swallowing, he smiled lazily into Galade's eyes before kissing him passionately.
"Well, well, I guess I stand corrected hehehe. Who would've thought that a submissive Pokemon like Galade could take control and be so aggressive. This is quite an interesting turn of events," Qualter replied, giving her shoulder an affectionate squeeze before returning to his monitors. Zoe continued to watch in amusement as she watched Mathas turn on all fours and lift his butt into the air, laughing and smiling at Galade like a depraved dog. Gardevoir, who had been sitting at her side, got up moved in front of Zoe, plopping her bottom onto Zoe's lap. Zoe let out a small giggle then wrapped her arms around her in a loving embrace, kissing on the top of her head.
"No need to get jealous Gardevoir, your the only one for me and you know it," her perky words flowed into Gardevoir, causing her to joyously shiver with her lovers kind words.
"Yes...harder...!" Mathas shouted, his eyes rolling into the back of his head while Galade ravaged him from behind. It was quite a strange sight for anyone to see, especially considering a male Pokemon with a male trainer doing these things. The two of them drowned in esctacy as they let their emotions and feelings run wild like horny teenagers, only stopping to nurish before going back at it again.
A Week Later...
"This is day two for the search for missing 27 year old, Mathas Crawly. Witnesses say that he was last seen roaming the streets. Although there are no real leads, police are searching every single inch of the city to find his whereabouts. If anyone has any information about Mathas's location, please contact your local police station," the TV stated. The remaining members on the message board stared in disbelief, covering their mouths in shock as they recalled the conversation that week ago.
Zoe took in a deep breath and let out a relieving sigh as she clicked off the TV; after being with the PPC for nearly a month now, it was clear she had lost any shred of humility that she had left. Walking into her restroom, she leaned down to turn on the facet, splashing ice cold water upon her heated face. She then stared in her mirror, as if looking to the past. The kind, caring, and considerate Zoe that she once was now looked like a stranger looking back at her. Tears subconciously formed at the corner of her eyes, knowing now that she was too far gone to ever go back. Wiping off her face with a towel, she sighed heavily and turned away, no longer able to face the ghost of who she once was.
"No matter how many times I look in the mirror, its crystal clear that I am a different person. A person with dark desires and twisted morals without a shred of humanity left...but you'll never judge me, right Gardevoir?" Zoe said faintly, seeing Gardevoir in the mirror. Gardevoir smiled and came up behind Zoe, wrapping her arms around her waist and nuzzling into her back.
"I would never judge you...you took me in and loved me...without pain, without suffering, you have always loved me with all your heart. However, it is time for our show to go live, we need to get going," Gardvoir replied in her mind, tears forming in Zoe's eyes as she placed her hands of Gardevoir's. Zoe then turned, immediately locking her lips with her Gardevoir's as she stroked her head lightly.
"Thank you Gardevoir, you're the glue that holds my sanity together. Now...let's put on a good show," Zoe said with a smile, scooping up Gardevoir like a bride before leaving to their depraved camera show.
To Be Continued…