Serena sighed as she trudged down the hallway, ready to take her lunch break. Even if it was only half an hour, it was half an hour she cherished every single shift.

Sure, the hours and pay was nice, but even so, the work felt exhausting at times, for various reasons. As a bellhop, she sometimes had to deal with ungrateful people who barely even treated her as human, or people who somehow thought she was capable of carrying six suitcases at once without any sort of help. But the worst thing about the job was her boss.

Every time she saw that woman, a chill crawled down her spine; a chill she couldn't quite explain. Something about her was always off. The constant erect posture and PR-friendly smile that quickly turned into a kind of animalistic savagery when people gave orders, it was like having to bounce between dealing with two people at once. Serena had concluded in her first week that the woman was obviously the kind of psychopath who thrives in business, so she made a concentrated effort to steer clear.

Serena took a sip from her diet soda as she turned the corner. Only one more hallway, then a turn, and then she would be at the break room. Even if it was usually a mess, and someone was watching videos on their phone without earbuds (One of the most asshole-ish moves in the world, in Serena's opinion), and even if the AC was always running even in winter, it was a home away from home for Serena. Most of her time spent off from work was spent livestreaming, so this was one space she could actually relax in. Three-thousand followers, she idly thought to herself. Out of that number, about thirty of them were truly dedicated fans. Thirty people who eagerly awaited her presence on the streaming website, who loved her personality and listening to her speak and experiencing her favorite games with her. It was already more than she had ever expected to get out of such a silly hobby.

She let out a sigh as she turned a corner, only to run right into the worst possible person at the worst possible time in the worst possible way. Her drink fell out of her hands and splashed all over the woman she ran into, and as Serena rushed to apologize, she looked up, and was met with a fiery gaze that made her feel like she had shrunk in fear.

"Serena, right?" Hilda asked through gritted teeth. A diet soda had stained the front of the suit she normally wore around her Tower.

"I-I'm so sorry, ma'am! I…um…" the girl scrambled around trying to find some way to clean it up, while muttering apologies the entire time.

"Tell you what, take a walk with me," Hilda cut her off. "It's your lunch, right?"

"Y-yes?" Serena said, then shook her head. "Yes. Yes it is."

Hilda marched past the girl, motioning for her to follow. "Are you clocked out yet?"

"Yes, I am. Just did," Serena answered as she followed.

"Take your lunch after we have a little chat, I'll fix your time card later this week."

"Oh! O-okay!" Serena replied with a nod.

Hilda led the girl over to the elevator, punching in the top floor right after she entered. "So, what had you in such a hurry?"

"Um…" Serena tried to think of an excuse, hoping that having one would somehow make it more okay. "I…promised I'd message someone during my lunch? Since our breaks matched up."

"Really? I just assumed you wanted a fucking break," Hilda casually shot back. "Like, really wanted a fucking break."

Serena was so shocked by her wording that she didn't know how to respond.

"Like, c'mon, you're a bellhop. I'm not gonna PR bullshit you and pretend like that's some prestigious position, it's the most entry level thing we have here. It's not like you really like your job, right?"

"I-I mean…even if I don't…I'm still grateful I have it," Serena danced around saying that she wished she could sit at home and livestream for twelve hours a day every day.

"Really? Why's that?"

"Because it pays well. And the hours are flexible, which is really nice."

"That's good, I'm glad you enjoy that," Hilda replied as the elevator door opened. "Tell me, what do you do outside of work?"

"I…" Serena blushed. "…s-stream. Livestream, on a website. For people."

A little light seemed to flash in Hilda's eyes. "Oh really? What do you do, games?"

"Yeah, mostly. I like horror games."

"Interesting," the owner of the building continued as she led Serena along the rooms of the highest floor. Serena knew this was where most of the wealthy clientele lived or stayed. "Y'know, my brother is kind of an entertainer himself. He's trying to be a Pokemon trainer."

"Trying?"

"Yeah,I don't really have the time to follow how he's doing, but I hope he does well. He's really dedicated."

"Th-that's nice," Serena stammered. "How many Badges does he have?"

"I don't know, honestly, I wish we could talk more. We're both so busy, and it's hard to get reception out in the woods - he likes to train in the woods, for some reason," Hilda monologued while approaching a seemingly random door.

"Maybe you can go watch one of his matches? Even if it's on, like, the Battle Subway," Serena offered.

"That's cute," Hilda replied as she opened the door, beckoning Serena to step inside. "But I just don't have the time these days."

"Um…am I in trouble?" Serena decided to ask outright.

"Yeah, but don't worry, you're not fired or having your pay docked or anything," Hilda reassured her. "I'm not that petty."

Serena breathed a sigh of relief. She could handle a harsh talking to; she already got a little bit of that every day from people staying here.

Hilda led Serena inside of her private-room-slash-office. It had a nice, expensive PC set up in the living room, but other than that, looked quite sparse. She could tell that Hilda was a woman who spent more time working than relaxing, or even possibly sleeping. "Tell me, how popular are you as a streamer? A few dozen viewers on average, a few hundred?"

"Three-thousand followers," Serena answered. "But usually I average around a hundred."

"Wow, that's impressive!" Hilda replied as she led the girl towards the kitchen. "It seems like you have a talent for that."

Serena blushed. "Thank you! It's my passion!"

"That's a wonderful passion to have, I'm sure you do wonderfully. Can you help me take off my jacket?"

Serena nodded and helped Hilda slide the jacket off of her narrow shoulders. "Again, I'm really sorry. It's such a nice outfit, too…"

"It is! It cost about 10,000 PokeYen altogether. Unbutton my shirt."

This order made her a little more concerned, but she still did as she was told, blushing a bit as she unbuttoned the shirt. Serena looked to the side and let it slide off of Hilda's body, revealing a plain, black bra over her pale, scrawny body.

"You don't have to look away," Hilda immediately piped up. "I basically have a guy chest anyways."

"Th-that's not…really the issue," Serena mutteredd as her blush grew deeper.

"What's the issue?" Hilda replied, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder.

"I-I'm not…err…" Serena was struggling to fight her urges to look. "I-I'm not…comfortable."

"That's cute. Take off my pants."

"H-HUH?!" Serena couldn't help but shriek.

"Take off my pants. I literally couldn't be more direct here."

"I…but…o-okay…" Serena gulped as she knelt down and reached up with shaking hands to her pants. It took her a moment, but she was able to unzip them, and pull them down. She only caught a glance at her boss' matching black panties, but that was enough to send a shudder down her spine.

Hilda stepped out of the pants, kicking them aside into a pile with the rest of her clothes. "Okay, perfect. Now, take off your outfit."

"I-I don't think I want to-"

"I'm not asking if you want to. I'm telling you to do something."

"B-but that's-"

"Sexual harassment? Yeah, by almost all definitions."

Serena went wide-eyed as she stared at her boss, clad in only her underwear. She gulped, weighing her options. She absolutely couldn't afford to start streaming full time, and she wasn't sure that there was another job she could get that paid as much as this one. Her dream was to move back to Kalos, to be closer to her family, but that was an expensive move to an expensive region. It was horrible, but she needed this.

Serena sighed. "Y-yes, ma'am."

Slowly, she slipped off her own jacket, and unbuttoned her uniform. The clothes fell to the floor, revealing a lacy pink bra covering a modest bust. She then undid her pants, and soon after, she was left in the same state of undress as her boss, though her face was radically more red, as she covered herself with her hands, unable to meet Hilda's eyes.

Hilda hummed as she stared at the girl's exposed body. "Lace? Were you going on a date after your shift or something?"

"I-It's more…comfortable…"

"Interesting, I should try that sometimes. Well, anyways, now take off your underwear."

She'd been expecting it, but even so- "D-do I…have to?"

"Well, if you want, I can just make you walk out like this."

"…If I did, would I still have my job?"

"Would you like to figure it out the hard way?"

Serena whined. "Are…is…is there any cameras in here or anything?"

"Nope, no cameras, microphones, I even tape up my laptop camera. I'm kind of a freak about privacy."

She breathed a sigh of relief. "O-okay, fine." She said. Honestly, if she got to keep her job, she wouldn't have minded walking out in her underwear too much. But not having that guarantee meant she basically had to. Serena reached behind her back and undid her bra, before sliding the straps down her arms and, finally, letting it fal to the ground. She quickly covered her chest back up with her hands.

"Oh wow, nice tits. Cute panties too," Hilda commented.

"Y-you could be less crude, you know…" Serena hissed as she decided to rip the bandaid off and pulled her panties down quickly, kicking them behind her and shooting her other hand between her legs as she now stood in front of her boss completely naked.

"Why be less crude? It's not gonna feel any better if I praise 'your hairless cunny' or some shit like that," Hilda replied as she walked past Serena, motioning for her to follow.

"H-huh? Where are we going?" Serena asked as she looked towards Hilda.

"Living room, it's more comfortable on the couch."

Serena followed after her, and the two quickly made their way to said living room.

"Alright," Hilda began instructing. "Sit on the couch and close your eyes."

Serena sighed. It was all for the job, all for the money, she had to tell herself as she did as she was told, keeping her arms over her chest and between her legs.

After a few moments of anticipation, her hands were suddenly forced behind her back and her wrists were wrapped by some kind of long line of rough plastic.

"H-HEY!" Serena screamed as she turned beet red, her assets suddenly exposed.

Hilda help up one hand, revealing a flogger with some kind of glittery glimmer at the ends of the tassles. "Couldn't have you covering up, y'know?"

"Wh-what are you gonna do to me?" Serena asked, beginning to tremble.

"Oh, you don't know what this is?"

"N-no?"

"It's a flogger. Historically used for punishment, now you find them in BDSM stores. The tassles are too lightweight to actually hurt beyond the kind of tingling and stinging that's desired by most masochists, so I commissioned one that's a lot more... dangerous~"

Serena shuddered. "Wh-why?"

"It's a lot more fun. Do you know what caltrops are?"

Serena shook her head, but something told her she didn't want to know.

"They were invented to destroy chariots back in ancient times. Big, heavy chunks of metal, arranged so that metal spikes or hooked poked out at all ends. These tassles are designed to have similar kinds of metal at the ends. I've never actually gotten to use it before."

"W-WAIT, WHAT?!" Serena leapt to her feet. "WHY?!"

"Well duh, cause it hurts-" she reared back and swung, dragging the nefarious instrument across Serena's perfect chest.

Hilda watched in pure pleasure as the girl's tits were ripped open, long lines of bloody cuts planted deep within pink welts spreading across them as she was sent back onto the couch by the force of the blow. "Oh, you ruined a 10,000 PokeYen suit, you stupid little cunt. Do you have that much to pay me back? I didn't fucking think so, you flash your tits on the Internet for money."

Serena cried out in pain as she felt it across her chest. "I-I could've…paid you back…and I don't show myself like that!"

"Yeah, I bet. I'm sure your 'glowing fucking personality' or some shit keeps them around," Hilda replied as she swung again, raking across her shoulder and arm.

"Ahhhhh!" Serena cried out, but for some reason, perhaps it was her pride, she kept talking through the burning pain. "N-no…I know some only come for my looks…but I still never show myself like that! They've never even seen me in my underwear!"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it now," Hilda replied as she grabbed the girl's leg and wrenched it open, exposing her pussy.

"N-no, please don't-!"

Hilda chuckled, and then she did. Instantly, pain overtook the girl's pussy as the metal hooks dug into the skin and pulled some out, pockmarking her cunt with little red welts that began leaking blood immediately.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Serena screamed as her arms reflexively wanted to rush to push against the wound, but she remained unable to thanks to the restraints. She could vaguely hear Hilda chuckling before the the flogger dropped to the ground. After a few moments of peace, where she was reduced to laying on the couch and trying not to cry, she could see Hilda come back with her smartphone.

"Wh-what…are you…?"

SNAP! "I'm taking some photos." SNAP! SNAP!

"Wh-what?! Y-you can't! No! Don't!" Serena cried. Her brain was wracked in horror and confusion. Surely this could be used as evidence against her if Serena said anything right? Unless Hilda was intending to keep these photos to herself, but Serena honestly doubted it. And even though her body was bleeding, she still felt pure embarrassment and shame that she was being photographed naked. She just couldn't understand what angle Hilda was going for. "Why are you doing this?! Over a suit?!"

"Yup! Don't worry, you won't live to see these photos making their way online. Who knows, people might not even want to see them."

Serena froze. "H-huh?"

Hilda set the phone to the side. "Alright, so, big question here, what's the worst pain you've ever felt?"

The girl felt tears fill in her eyes. "Y-you're…gonna…k-kill me?"

"That's not what I fucking asked you stupid bitch-" Hilda replied.

But Serena wasn't listening anymore as her body began to tremble violently. "Wh-why? All I did was mess up your outfit. I could've paid you back for it. I did everything you told me to…so why? Why? Why? Why?"

Hilda sighed so hard it actually brought her back to being a teenager for a second. "Are you already going to break? I hate murdering girls, they give up so fucking easily."

"Please…I-I won't tell anyone…please let me go…I'll pay you back for the outfit with interest even…please…don't do this…" Serena said as the tears spilled violently down her cheeks, her body aching from the injuries.

Hilda marched over to the couch and leered over the naked girl, and now Serena realized she hadn't seen anything close to anger earlier when she spilled the drink. Now, at the worst time possible, she was making Hilda genuinely furious. "I asked you a fucking question, answer it."

"Wahhhh…nnnn…WAAAAAHHHHH!" Serena wailed as she couldn't think about anything but the fact she was going to die. She fell onto her side on the couch, tears and snot spilling out as she cried.

Hilda groaned again and stood up straight. "Fucking fine, if I don't kill you will you be cooperative?"

Serena's crying died down, slowly. She looked up at Hilda, her eyes wide, silently asking if she was serious. When she saw she was, she sat up and nodded silently, though continued whimpering.

"Alright, so, answer my question; what's the worst pain you've ever experienced?"

Serena shuddered and gestured to the flogger.

"Other than that. Before you came here today."

"U-um…" Her voice quiet, she tried to think back. "I…I broke my wrist when I was little…"

"Really? How did that feel?"

"I…don't fully remember." She admitted. "I just felt…pain. An intense pain that didn't stop for hours."

"Well then," Hilda grinned as she began walking back towards the kitchen. "I guess I have to beat that now, don't I~?"

Serena felt more tears form in her eyes, but she tried to stay determined. She'd cooperate, and let Hilda do what she wanted, as long as she got to live. She'd even keep her word, and after today, she wouldn't breathe a word of this, she'd simply quit, find a new job, save up the rest of the money she needed, and get the hell away from this psycho.

Hilda returned moments later with a very large bottle of wine. "Do you drink at all?"

"N-no. I don't like the taste."

"Well, it's a good thing you won't be tasting this then. Get off the couch."

The girl stood, and winced as more pain shot through her anew, and her wounds began bleeding again.

"Now, turn around and bend over."

Though that statement alone increased her anxiety tenfold, she did as she was told, her face flushing further as she felt even more exposed than before doing such a position.

Hilda popped the cap off of the bottle of wine, letting it land on Serena's head. "Do you know what I'm gonna do with this?"

I have…an idea…" Serena said sadly.

"Oh?"

"Are you gonna…shove it…up my ass?" she asked, feeling ashamed just saying it.

"Yup!" Hilda chirped before doing just that, forcing the girl open and letting the wine pour into her in such a humiliating manner. It hurt to have the bottle pushed into there, but not as much as Serena expected. The more dominating feeling was the sheer discomfort of so much fluid flowing inside of her in such a humiliating way.

"Guh…" Serena gasped, shuddering in shame.

Hilda stepped back and grabbed her phone again, snapping more pictures of the humiliating sight. "Tell you what, I'll even sweeten the deal. Don't tell anyone what happens here, and not only will you live, I won't put these photos online. Deal?"

"Deal!" Serena cried.

It was a few more moments for the bottle to 'finish' inside of Serena, dumping so much alcohol into her bowels that a bit began to well up and spill out of her. She was forced to just sit there and take it, a feeling so overwhelmingly horrible that she could only barely make out the noise of Hilda picking something up.

"Thank you, ma'am. I promise I'll never bother you again after this if you don't want me to. A-and I'll still even pay you back for the outfit if you want!" Serena pleaded in some desperate attempt to butter her up more.

"That's sweet, we'll see-" Hilda replied before slamming a paperweight down against Serena's lower back. The force of the blow broke the bottle, and because Serena had been clenching her ass the entire time from discomfort, the soft, fleshy walls immediately clenched down around the broken glass. Otherworldly pain exploded through her body as the girl collapsed, screaming bloody murder as she thrashed and curled in complete pain. Indeed, as her mind was flooded with nothing but pain, it was the strongest sensation she'd ever experienced, much less the worst pain ever.

"Oh fuck~" Hilda moaned as she stumbled back and grasped for her phone again. "That's so fucking hot~"

Serena continued to scream until her voice gave out, and screamed some more. Her body twitched as she laid curled up in the fetal position, blood oozing from her ass as she couldn't do anything except hurt.

Hilda snapped dozens and dozens of photos of the sight, just holding her finger down on the camera button and letting it run as she reached down to rub her clit through her panties. "Feels nice, doesn't it~?"

Serena's throat burned, though she couldn't really feel it considering her focus was on something else. "Gahh…ahhh…aahhhh…"

"God, could you imagine if this gets out~?" Hilda moaned to herself as she set the phone back aside, now focused entirely on masturbating. "Nobody would give a fuck about those shitty games, they'd just want to see you get hurt for their pleasure~"

"I…ahhh…" Serena gasped as it took all her effort to uncurl herself. Every movement hurt. "I…want…leave…"

"I'm not done yet!" Hilda shouted as she jammed both hands into her panties, frantically rubbing her clit with one while jamming two fingers into her wet folds with the other.

Not wanting to do anything that could jeopardize getting to leave alive, Serena stopped moving, though her body kept twitching violently. She felt a few bloody pieces of glass fall out of her as she shifted slightly. It didn't take long for the clear despair and depravity to push Hilda over the edge, causing her to squirt almost painfully inside of her panties while frantically rubbing herself. Even as the orgasm overtook her, she didn't miss the chance to further degrade her victim. "You're fucking broken, I hate you, you deserve this-"

Serena simply nodded along, still crying as she felt more pieces fall out. She knew once her hands were freed, she'd have to dig the rest of the pieces out herself, which even just thinking about made her cry.

"Fuck, that was good, thanks-" Hilda suddenly bounced back. "Alright, you're done here."

Serena took a moment to register that before she nodded and slowly, very, very slowly, pulled herself to her feet, and started limping to the door. Every step made more pain flash through her entire body as she dripped blood onto the floor. She got to the door, turned around, and opened it with her bound hands, before she finally walked out, out of that cursed place, away from that demon in human skin.

She got as far away as she possibly could. No matter who talked to her, she didn't speak. She actually didn't speak at all for a while after that. She went to a doctor, and they treated her the best they could, but even when they asked how it happened, she didn't say. They chalked it up to trauma. Somehow nobody found out. Nobody traced it back to Hilda.

Even when those photos ended up online, still, no one was able to figure out where they came from, as the background was completely scrubbed out, and was posted in a way that was untraceable.

But nearly every night, she had nightmares. Anytime anyone saw her scars and asked where they came from, she would lock up and not speak for hours. Eventually, people stopped asking. But the photos kept circulating, and every once in a while they were brought up in chat, though thankfully it was soon shot down by her good fans.

Years would pass, but she would never forget that day. Never.

She'd never forget Hilda.

Hilbert relaxed in bed for the first time in what had been several years. His journey as a Trainer, and as a prospective challenger, was over. He now rested in the bed of his sister, the only spare room of the house after Mom had turned his own bedroom into a library, trying not to consider the rest of his life. And when he needed to relax and not think of anything for a while, he watched FennekinFan83. She started as a guilty pleasure for the now-retired Trainer. He saw a few clips from her streams while idly browsing the web in various PokeCenters and other sources of the Internet, and quickly fell in love with her sense of humor and presentation. When he spent late nights in the wilderness, searching for Pokemon to catch or new triumphs to overcome in his quest to become ready to beat the local Gym Leader, the thought of her was his lone company. It helps that he was a profoundly lonely, hormonal young man who liked women, and she tended to fall out of her seat and upskirt herself while on-stream.

That night she was 'just Chatting,' although the game was that viewers could pay to send her questions she had to answer. She did those kinds of streams often, and usually, it was just a thinly veiled vehicle for her viewers to humiliate her with lewd or bizarre questions. Hilbert was laughing along at her stumble through the question of 'Why do you enjoy abortion so much?' when he decided to throw in his own question.

"Who was the worst boss you've ever had?"

It wasn't clever or particularly out there like most of them, but anything that got her talking was fine for Hilbert. To his surprise, she didn't start talking. Instead, he watched her freeze up and a strong blush come over her face.

"W-w-well, I mean, that one is, uh..." she began to stammer as he could faintly make out tears coming to her eyes. The rest of chat saw them too, and to their credit, began expressing concern. As much concern as they could express seeing as, very quickly, the stream suddenly cut to the ending card.

That's odd, Hilbert thought to himself. It was such a mundane question. And he couldn't lie and say he wasn't sad that the stream ended so early. Still, the former Trainer shut his laptop and set it on the nightstand next to the bed. He would just have to get through tomorrow without that daily dose of his favorite streamer.

Wow, he thought as he rolled over and shut his eyes. That sounded fucking pathetic.