Hai people! I'm not dead yet!

I have a new story waiting, the only thing setting me back are the names. Don't worry, it's coming out soon.

I also haven't abandoned my other story, wait for the update, it's also coming soon.

No hate please, don't read if you don't like. Now, I present chapter 2! (this was kinda rushed, I'm gonna fix it sometime) Read Pokemon Gijinka High School by ZephyrDrakeVandfort2800 if you haven't! Enjoy!

Drake's POV

I'm unconscious. And upright. Why is that? I don't know.

I opened my eyes and found myself standing below a horizontal bar mounted on the walls directly above my head. I tried moving my hands, but I couldn't. They were shackled to the bars, spread far from each other. I tried taking a step, again I couldn't. They were shackled to a bar, separating them by about two feet. I could only make small pivots with both feet.

What am I doing here? I don't remember… Wasn't I with Freya, on the way to the caf, when… oh right, I remember now…

So the question is, what am I doing here?

"Hello Drake!"

…it can't be!...

"How are you doing?"

…her? what's she doing here?...

"I hope you're comfortable here."

…where's Freya?!...

"Stella! What are you doing here!? What am I doing here? Where are my clothes? Where's Fre- "

"Shush" she said, placing a finger on my lips. "I took care of Freya, don't worry. Oh, and nobody saw."

…whew, that's a relief…

"Then… what am I doing here? Why am I … like this?" I asked.

"Well, I can't have Freya do you and not do a thing about it…" she partially explained.

"So what's all this for then?" I asked.

"Oh, you mean this? I'm gonna punish you for letting Freya do that to you!" she said sadistically.

…whaaat...

"What!? Punish me!? For that!? I didn't even do it on purpose! She technically raped me!" I protested.

"Now Drake, BEG FOR FORGIVENESS!" she shrieked.

WHACK!

From behind, Stella raised a leather paddle and brought it down on Drake's coccyx. (coccyx – the tailbone area right above your ass)

"Aaaaaaghhhhh! Owwwwww! Stella, why? Why are you doing this?"

"I SAID, BEG FOR FORGIVENESS!"

WHACK!

"Aaauughhhhh! Stop! Stella, stop this!"

"BEG"

WHACK!

"FOR"

WHACK!

"FORGIVENESS!"

WHACK!

"AAAAAAGGGHHHHH! *pant**pant* whyyy?"

My tailbone (let's just call it that cause it's easier to say than coccyx) really hurt like hell. It felt as if it were being burned constantly, and each hit adds a shock to the pain. It was like being both burned and electrocuted.

"Well this doesn't seem like it's working. I'll be back. I'm just gonna get something." Stella said as she left the room.

Did she change her mind? Is she gonna release me? She's probably getting the keys right now.

After a few moments, Stella returned. She had something in her hands. No, it wasn't the keys…

"NO! You'll never get that on me! NEVER!" I said, before immediately locking my lips together.

"Come on Drake, if you be a good boy, I might just release you earlier." she teased.

I shook my head.

"Okay then, I guess I'll have to do this the harsh way." she said. She went forward and pinched my nose so that I couldn't breathe through it.

I knew this was coming, so I inhaled deeply before she could get to me. Seconds passed and my lungs started to burn. My body craved for oxygen- NO! More time passed and I was sure I would collapse so I gave in and took a deep breath.

Stella knew this would happen and shoved the ballgag into my mouth the moment I opened it. She fastened the strap behind my head and smiled at her work.

Great. Just what I needed. A gag.

"Well, that certainly took a while. At least now you won't be too noisy. Anyway, since you didn't beg, I'll have to punish you more!" she said, smiling evilly.

I could do nothing as Stella continuedly "punished" me. After a while I started to hunch over forward. I was really tired and having a hard time standing up. My tailbone constantly felt like it was being roasted slowly while constantly getting splashed on by some lava. All I could do was moan and wail in agony. Every once in a while, I looked at Stella with a pleading look in my eyes, but all she did was smirk and hit me even harder. I never felt so helpless before.

After some time, Stella stopped and took off my gag.

"I'll let you rest for fifteen minutes. After that, we'll continue." she said, then left the room.

She'll be gone for fifteen minutes, I better use this time to escape. I didn't waste any time resting. I organized my thoughts and formed the most logical plan to escape.

Calling for help won't work, she might hear me and come back. I should just try to escape as quietly as possible. That means, not trying to wriggle out of my shackles. I looked around the room, searching for anything that might help me escape. That's when I saw it.

The keys.

They were about eighteen inches away from my left foot. Let's see, this spreader bar (the bar shackled on my legs) is two feet long. If I could pivot on my left foot, I could get it with my right foot. Then I would use Psychic to unlock whichever shackle gets unlocked. (I can't use Psychic right now cause I'm tired and can't concentrate) Perfect! This plan should work.

Using my toes, I tiptoed (duh) and pivoted on my left foot. My right foot was six inches from the key when I encountered a problem. I had to turn almost 180 degrees and my arms are spread far apart. I knew pulling on the shackles was futile, so I just tried to stretch my legs as far as possible.

Click!

Huh?

*insert clicking sound*

What?

"Aaaaa-" I immediately suppressed my scream so that Stella wouldn't hear. What the fuck just happened? The length my legs were separated just got increased by twelve inches. Now my legs are three feet apart!

I was forced to tip-toe all the time to avoid putting too much strain on my hands. After all, stretching my legs apart more reduces my overall height. Also, it reduces my balance because my legs are farther from each other.

I was finally able to put my right foot on the key when the door opened.

"Hello Drake! Rested well? I was thinking about- *gasps* You tried to escape!" she accuses me. "And here I was considering letting you go because you've been behaving properly. But I was wrong!"

"Wait, no I wasn't-" I lied.

"It's no use Drake. These don't even work." Stella picked up a key, put it in the keyhole and twisted. The key shattered. "Now I'll have to punish you for real."

She left the room again and came back. On her hands were – No. You can't be serious.

"You can't be serious." I said, my eyes widening in fear. "You're not actually gonna whip me."

"Oh I am serious. But I'll at least give you a choice. Nine tail whip or regular whip? Answer now or I'll whip you with both." she commanded.

"Uhh…"

"ANSWER! NOW!"

"Regular whip!" I thought I chose the less harsh whip. The nine tail whip is probably nine times more painful.

"Okay then! Let's get started!" She flicked her arm and the whip uncoiled from her grip. Man, that thing was long! By the looks of it, it was at least five feet long.

"Oh and one thing, this whip is made of rubber, not leather. It won't cut you, but that's just it. Now, open your mouth." she said.

Thinking she'll be less harsh, I obediently opened my mouth as she put a new ballgag in. I was kinda surprised when it felt dry. I guess she has more than one of those things.

"Good boy Drake!" she said, then she started petting my head. At first, it felt nice to be petted. It was the first friendly gesture I received, since I woke up I the room. After a few more seconds, it started to get annoying. Why won't she stop petting my head? Dammit, I'm not a Growlithe or something! I guess this is still better than getting whipped.

"Mmmmnnn." I said, trying to get Stella's attention.

"Your head's so fluffy! I just wanna pet you all day!" she said cheerfully. "But sadly I can't do that. I still have to punish you."

I groaned.

"Since your head is so fluffy and you actually complied, I'll be nice to you!"

Is she gonna let me go now?

"I'm only gonna whip you fifty times!"

"Mmmmnnnnn!"

what?! fifty times?! only fifty?! what's that supposed to mean?

"Okay then! Let's get started!" she said as she stopped petting my head. She got her whip and cracked it in front of me.

CRACK!

Shit! I do not want to get hit by that thing. Not fifty, forty, twenty or ten times. Not even once.

I concentrated using all the power I had left. I used my psychic power to telepathically communicate with Stella.

'Stella, STOP. Release me from-'

"What's that Drake? Are you trying to say something? I forgot to tell you, these shackles nullify the powers of whoever wears them. Of course, they also function as regular shackles."

Dammit!

"Okay, now count with me! ONE!" she raised the whip above her head and…

CRACK!

"MMMNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!"

The fucking whip hit my fucking back! Not just my back, near my tailbone too! That's where I was constantly spanked just before getting whipped!

The really painful stinging sensation coursed through my whole body. My body felt cold, perhaps just by comparison to the burning feeling where it hit. I was sure it left a mark on my back.

I was starting to recover when-

"TWO!"

CRACK!

"MMMMMMMNNNNNGGGGHHH!"

Fucking damnit! My body arched forward this time as a reaction to the whip hitting my abdomen. I could see the long, diagonal red mark running on my skin. It also left marks on my sides, because the whip curled there.

"THREE!"

CRACK!

"MMMMMMMNNNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!"

I can't take this anymore! My body hunched over forward and was being supported mainly by my hands. The shackles started to dig into my skin.

CRACK!

"MMMMNNNNGGGHHH! *pant**pant**pant*"

My body is gonna collapse! It just hurts and burns so much! I'll do anything to make it stop!

CRACK!

"MMMNNGHHH!"

Please stop! I can't even try to scream anymore!

CRACK!

"NNNGGGHHH!"

Tears started to well in my eyes. This pain is just too much.

I looked at Stella with a pleading look in my eyes.

CRACK!

"GGGHHH."

"Huh? What's the matter? Can't scream anymore? We haven't even done ten yet. I guess we'll have to stop here."

She put her whip down and went up to me. She took off my gag.

"Now Drake" she said. "Is your chance to beg. Use it wisely."

Again, she left the room. This time, I didn't know what to expect. She wasn't going to "punish" me cause I was supposedly good. Oh, and she also liked petting my head. How degrading… but it felt nice anyway. What could she possibly use on me to make me beg more?

When she came back, she wasn't holding anything. Or I didn't see what it was.

She went in front of me and stared at me. That's when I noticed it. She changed clothes. Well, not exactly. She was wearing a one-piece white bustier corset complete with those laces that get everywhere. She also had semi-transparent stockings and those things on the arms. (sorry, I don't know what their called)

"Well Drake, how do I look?" she asked, while posing seductively.

"Definitely a sight for sore eyes!" I said. I don't personally have feelings for Stella, but this was making me love her. I want to be with her. I want to fuck her.

Wait, what? What the fuck was I thinking? And what's this sweet smell. Why am I getting turned on?

"How do you like me now Drake?" she asked as she went closer to me. She was practically standing in front of my face.

"uhhhhhh…" I almost drooled in front of her. My member started to rise, as nothing obstructed its way. It kept rising until it hit something.

Stella.

"Oh Drake, you naughty boy! You need some disciplining!" she said teasingly.

Disciplining? It doesn't matter, I like what I'm seeing. What I didn't know, was that it was about to get better. She started taking her clothes off. Right in front of me. When her lingerie was off, she put it on my head, obstructing my vision. I tried shaking it off, but she held it in place.

"Smell it Drake." she commanded. I obediently followed and started sniffing it. Surprisingly, I had the same sweet smell that I started to crave. I kept sniffing until she took it away.

I whined.

"Now, let's get started." She took a black cloth out of nowhere. "Are you ready Drake?"

"Yes mistress." I said. Then I realized, why did I call her mistress?

She went closer and pressed her breasts on my chest. "Now, close your eyes." she said as she pressed even more. "Now open."

Black. What? I was so distracted that I didn't notice she put a blindfold on me.

"Now Drake, you may start begging." she said.

I felt fingers run up the inner part of my legs, thighs and soon my pubic area. Then I felt it go past my inner-arms to my face. A cold breeze blew at my face and caused me to shiver. I felt the pre-cum as it started to drip from my already hard cock.

"Beg, Drake, Beg." she whispered.

She stopped caressing my face and let go. The next sensation surprised me. Two round warm things held my cock from the sides and pushed together. My guess was that those were her breasts. I shivered again, as sweat profusely dropped from my body. Soon, that squeezing turned in pumping. She was using her breasts to jack me off.

Haaaah… aaaahh…haaahh… I was close to climax. It felt like I was going to cum really hard on her. haaaahh… I'm gonna cu-

Wha- why'd she stop? Soon she started pumping again. She was going to tease me and just deny it.

"Haaaahh… Please… let me cum…" I said after having another orgasm denied.

"You'll have to do better than that. You know what I want to hear."

"Wha? Please, let me cum, Stella. Then let me fuck you. *pant**pant*" she started pumping again.

"That sounds good… but it's still not it" she stopped pumping and squeezed her breasts together.

I was growing more desperate as I could not achieve orgasm when it was within grasp.

"FUCK ME STELLA! FUCK ME LIKE YOU'VE NEVER FUCKED BEFORE! FUCK ME MORE THAN FREYA FUCKED ME!" I said in desperation.

"That's it. Now, who's your master?"

"You are!" I wanted orgasm right now, I won't wait for it.

"Who do you love more, Freya or me?"

"You, of course!" I need it now.

"Who do you answer to?"

"Only you! Now please, fuck me!"

"Good." She unlocked the shackles on my hands and lay me down on the bed. She fastened my arms to the frame of the bed, spreadeagle position. My spreader bar remained.

"Now, you must not cum until I give you permission to. If you do, I'll have to punish you. Clear?"

"Clear!" wha? Why can't I cum on my own?

She wasted no time and mounted on me, reverse cowgirl position. She lowered herself onto me really quickly.

"Aauuughhh! Yes! You're so thick Drake! So thick and long! Pleasure me more!"

She was really warm and tight! I loved it! I felt like I could cum any second, but I held it in. She then started bouncing on top of me. My cock kept on entering and exiting her pussy until my knot came in. She was stuck. Reminds me of Freya.

After my knot went in, I knew it was my turn. I tried humping her from below, thrusting without leaving her pussy.

"Aaaahhh! More! I command you to pleasure me more!"

I didn't need her command to make me do it. I used my remaining strength and thrust deeper and harder with increasing speed. Soon, I felt her walls tighten, she was about to cum. I gathered all of my energy and used it to thrust really hard. Then she came. "Aaaaaaaghhhhhhh!" Her walls squeezed my cock really hard while releasing hot fluids. That sensation caused me to lose concentration and made me cum. Hot white semen flowed inside her, filling her womb to the very brim. That feeling was the best thing I had ever since I woke up. I kept cumming for almost thirty seconds. I never tried to stop it. It seems, constant denial makes you cum more. She fainted, on the spot while still moaning my name. "Draaaaake… Draaake…" I felt the urge to stand up, but all my energy was drained. I took one last look at Stella and fell asleep.

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