Cynthia rape fic by Writefuck (title pending)

Contains rape and some violence. No blood or gore, no snuff. Requesting feedback. inb4 vorefag

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Cynthia was dragged through the cryptic depths of Team Galactic's hidden base in Veilstone City. Her body was numb and tense, all her muscles refusing to respond as a result of the Toxicroak's venomous barb. But her mind was free to wander, wondering how she'd managed to let this happen, and what terrible fate might be in store for her.

The police had called it in: there was a new gang of nefarious pokemon trainers committing terrorist attacks in the name of something called "Team Galactic." They were a new organization in Sinnoh, and the authorities called upon the Pokemon League to help deal with them. The Sinnoh gym leaders were all put on high alert, and some of them took it upon themselves to thoroughly check their territory for any signs of Team Galactic, hoping to track down the team's base of operations. When Maylene went missing, the League feared that she might have found it, and been captured for her trouble. After that, Cynthia put her foot down, refusing to allow anyone else to go looking for Maylene, fearing they might get drawn into the same trap. She flew to Veilstone city herself and started tracing the girl's steps.

After asking a few lowlifes where Maylene had been seen, evidence began to sggest that a certain warehouse in Veilstone city might be more than it seemed. The building wasn't guarded, and it seemed to be abandoned, but after a little exploration Cynthia was able to find the secret door that lead into the sinister laboratory underneath. The trainers inside were hostile, attacking her with pokemon before so much as asking her what she was doing there. Knowing that she was on the right track, she fought back with her signature overwhelming force, and the defeated grunts scurries away like roaches. She made her way deeper into the building, confident that no one could stop her onslaught.

She didn't meet real resistance until she found some kind of large common area, maybe a cafeteria or a lounge. The grunts had formed ranks and were readied to battle her in pairs and trios, and while none of them were anything special individually, they had numbers on their side. Garchomp and her team were far stronger than anything the grunts could throw at her, but even her powerful pokemon had only so much stamina. She began to worry when three individuals with colorfully dyed hair introduced themselves as the commanders of Team galactic and challenged her three-on-one. They each had three pokemon, and while none of them were exceptionally strong, the enemy's full team of nine was enough to finally overwhelm the champion.

The man with blue, horn-like hair – Saturn – then ordered his Toxicroak to attack Cynthia directly. She wasn't used to having to guard herself from that kind of underhanded tactic, and the toxic pokemon had stung her before she could do much more than turn to run away. She remembered falling to the ground like a limp doll, her head hitting the concrete floor fairly hard. She also remembered the sound of the other two commanders laughing, a pair of vicious women who'd earlier introduced themselves as Mars and Jupiter.

There had been cheering from some of the peanut gallery – other members of Team Galactic who Cynthia had defeated before the commanders got involved. But the question that was quickly posed was, "What do we do with her now?" No one seemed prepared to for the champion of the Pokemon League to show up and lose a fight. The woman with purple hair done up in buns – Jupiter - made the call to ask their boss. They would bring Cynthia to him and let him decide her fate.

The two women had picked her up by her shoulders and started dragging her paralyzed body down a side passage. Her head hung limp, her long black coat and golden hair trailing behind her messily. The woman with short red hair – Mars – remarked that Cynthia was lighter than she looked, and the other woman responded with some grumbled cursing. Saturn offered to help them move her, and he was shouted down with accusations that he was being sexist for assuming that the two woman couldn't move a body by themselves. Jupiter told him to keep his Toxicroak at the ready in case the toxin started to wear off, to which he replied that he was obviously doing that and why would they think he wasn't? Clearly the trio didn't get along very well, and Cynthia could still hardly believe that she'd lost a fight to them.

They took her into an elevator and rode it down a floor or two, going deeper into the bowels of the underground facility. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, Cynthia began to truly appreciate the fact that she was completely alone and no one had known where she was going. She had come here to rescue Maylene and to break up the gang responsible for her disappearance, but now it looked like she was the one who needed to be rescued. But if the organized strength of Team Galactic was too much for the Champion to handle... who could possibly save her?

They dragged her down another hallway, this one both narroer and dimmer, with unknowable machinery and blinking lights visible inside thewalls. Her foot briefly caught on a floor tile and her shoe came off, with Saturn quickly doubling back to pick it up. Mars teased him again, asking if he had a thing for high heels, but Jupiter scolded her back, saying that Cyrus would want their prisoner brought to him unspoiled.

Unspoiled was a worrisome word. They were talking about her like she was a piece of meat or a trophy to be shown off. Did they even realize she could hear them? She tried to speak, mustering up her will to spit some defiant proclamation about how they would never get away with this, but all she managed to do was exhale a little more sharply, and they didn't even notice. Her body was still stiff and numb, and somewhere in the back of her mind she thanked her fortune that the pokemon's venom hadn't paralyzed her lungs or heart... she'd be a gonner if it had.

There was the sound of an automatic door sliding open – she couldn't see it, her head was still hanging limp and her hair was in her face – and Jupiter announced their presence to whoever they were bringing her to. They dragged her into the sim room, stopping just inside the door.

"You were right as usual, sir!" Jupiter said, cocky and confident. "The gym leader wasn't the only one dumb enough to break into the base. We got ourselves another wanna-be hero!"

"She was pretty tough," Mars continued. "It took all three of us to beat her team, and that was even after she was softened up by half the guys in the base."

"I presume you have a plan in mind for what we should do with her," Saturn said. "We thought it unwise to act further without consulting you first."

Silence hung in the room for a moment, and Cynthia wished she could see who they were talking to. She could sense the three of them growing slightly uneasy as their boss said nothing. Maybe he was thinking over his options.

"You may set her down," a man's voice said. He sounded hollow and emotionless, like an unfeeling machine doing a bad job of posing as a human. The two women did as they were ordered, allowing Cynthia to fall gently to the floor. Her vision was obstructed as her face landed in a tangled pile of her own hair, and for half a moment she was worried she might even suffocate in it.

"Cynthia," the man said, like a documentarian identifying some obscure species of insect. "You and I have never met, but I know a great deal about you. You are a familiar face to all of Sinnoh. The champion of the Pokemon League is idolized by every trainer in the region."

"I dunno about that, boss," Jupiter said. "I think she's all hype."

"The champion is more of a figurehead," Saturn said. "Like a fashion icon, or a model. The real power in the pokemon league lies with the Elite Four."

"Maybe she should have been a model," Mars said. "She's certainly got the looks for it. Or she does when she's not a limp puddle on the floor, anyway."

Screw all three of you, Cynthia thought to herself. The judgment of thre three colorful criminals meant nothing to her. She wished she could jump to her feet and fight them right there. She'd do it with her bare hands if she had to. But her muscles still wouldn't respond, and she could barely feel anything aside from the dull hard presence of the metal floor.

"The League will come looking for you," the man continued, ignoring his underlings. "But it will take time for them to realize you are in trouble, and more time for them to find their way here. It is not likely that you will be rescued before my plans have come to fruition."

Soft footsteps approached her as the man padded across the room.

"Turn her over," he ordered. One of the three dug their fingers into Cynthia's hair, lifting her head painfully while another rolled her body over onto its side. She realized with a sense of indignity that one of them was grabbing her bosom in the process, but she let it fade to the back of her mind as her face was pointed upward to see the man standing over her. His spiky cyan hair went well with the trio of colorful henchmen, but while their demeanor had been jovial and aggressive, his face had all the emotion of a tired old piece of leather. His cold eyes stared into hers, and Cynthia felt a chill go down her spine, despite the paralysis. This was no ordinary man, it was a soulless monster in human shape.

"My name is Cyrus," he said. "I am the leader of Team Galactic. My dream is to create a new world that is no longer held back by the petty hindrances of love and hate."

Nice to meet you, Cynthia thought to herself. I'm Cynthia, and no matter what, I can promise you that the Pokemon League will put you and your minions in jail for the rest of time if it turns out you've hurt Maylene. Or if you hurt me, for that matter.

"I can see the defiance in your eyes," Cyrus remarked, with all the enthusiasm one might use to describe seeing a pebble on the ground. "But I can assure you that my will is stronger than yours, as is the imagination of my three loyal commanders. You have spirit, and that means that your spirit can be broken."

"Oh yeah, boss," Jupiter said, her voice dripping with cheerful sadism. "Are you gonna let us play with her, like the last one?"

Staring up at Cyrus's cold scowl, Cynthia tried to scream at the man, ordering him to tell her what they did with Maylene. But all she managed to do was twitch her eyebrows and part her lips slightly. She was sure she looked foolish, and not at all intimidating.

"Inform Charon that we will be using his equipment to make a public broadcast," Cyrus said.

"Huh?" Mars said stupidly. "I thought we were saving that for when you were going to do your big public speech to the world...?"

"He believes it wise to test the equipment first," Cyrus said. "I agree with his caution. We will broadcast the debasement of Sinnoh's champion for the world to see, both to test the equipment and to break the spirits of her admirers along with hers."

Cynthia wanted to scream again, but all she managed was a slightly sharper exhale. It sounded like they were planning some kind of public torture.

"Neat," Mars said cheerfully. Then she turned to the other two commanders, and whichever one was holding Cynthia's head let her fall to the floor unceremoniously. "You guys wanna take her to the pig pen, while I go let Charon know what's up?"

The three of them seemed to come to an agreement, and Jupiter and Saturn grabbed her roughly by her arms again and began dragging her back they way they came. Cynthia tried to keep a mental map of where they had been, already trying to plan her escape route. They'd gone in a straight line after getting off the elevator, but now they were turning left, and the floor was sloping downward again...

Another long hallway and another set of sliding doors lead them to a brightly lit room with a padded floor. Her hair obscured her limited ranged of vision, but it looked like the floor tiles were a thick rust-red rubber, like the floor of a dojo where people might get thrown onto the ground over and over. She was dragged past something with a metal rack and an indistinct shape made of black rubber or leather. It looked like a gym, and not the kind for pokemon trainers, but for humans. Was this the "pig pen?"

They dropped her bodily onto the ground, and thankfully this time the padded floor cushioned her fall. Her leg ended up twisted and it hurt a little... but the fact that she could feel anything seemed like a good sign. The numbness was beginning to fade, and maybe that meant the paralysis would follow soon. She didn't dare try to move yet, afraid that her captors might stop her before she was ready and have the Toxicroak poison her again.

"Why are you still carrying that?" Jupiter remarked.

"Oh, I forgot," Saturn said. Then with an undignified clonk, Cynthia's shoe hit her in the shoulder. He must have thrown it at her.

"Didn't know that was your thing," Jupiter teased. The man said nothing, and for several minutes the two of them were quiet. Cynthia heard the metallic creaking sound of a locker or a cabinet being opened and closed, and the dull clink of a metal chain. She suspected they were getting some restraints ready, and Cynthia's heart began to race. She realized that an escape attempt would be now or never - if they got her into handcuffs or something, she'd never make it out of here in one piece. Just as she heard their footsteps approaching her again, she forced every ounce of willpower she had into her body, urging her limbs to respond.

Miraculously, she got her feet underneath her and started to rise. She swayed, using one arm for balance as she seemed to move in slow motion. She heard a wordless sound of surprise come from the two commanders, and for a brief moment she thought she'd be able to make a run for it. But just as she got her weight onto the balls of her feet, the surge of adrenaline petered out, and her legs gave up again. She fell over sideways, and to her humiliation, Jupiter caught her before she could quite hit the ground.

"My goodness," Saturn said. "I've never seen someone fight off neurotoxin that quickly before. Maybe you really are something special."

Cynthia tried to pull free of the woman who was holding her, but Jupiter grabbed her upper body and pulled her shoulders back into a full nelson. All Cynthia could do now was weakly kick, but there was nothing in front of her to aim at. She tried tilting her head back sharply in a headbutt, but she wasn't angled right to hit the other woman anywhere that mattered. What little energy she'd accumulated was rapidly depleted as the lingering effects of the venom made her body feel like jelly.

"Nice moves," Jupiter mocked. "The other girl actually knew how to fight, unlike you. She almost broke Mars's arm when we were subduing her. You're not going to be as lucky."

"Wwwwhere is Maylene?!" Cynthia yelled, slurring her words a little. Her lips still felt numb, but the paralysis was fading more and more by the second.

"She's alive and in one piece," Saturn said. "But I don't know why you would believe anything we might say to you. I certainly wouldn't listen to my captors, if our roles were reversed."

The man stepped behind the two of them and Cynthia felt something hard and metal clasp around one wrist. There was a jingling sound like a chain being moved, and then her other wrist was similarly manacled. Then Jupiter let go of her, allowing Cynthia to fall backward, and she realized with a painful wrenching sensation that she was chained to the ceiling, hanging by her arms. She clumsily got her weight back under her feet before she dislocated her shoulder or something, and she tossed her hair defiantly to get it out of her face so she could see properly.

They were in a small room filled with exercise equipment. A punching bag hung from the ceiling not far from her, and she realized she was suspended from the same sort of metal bar that would hang a punching bag. She saw a weight bench in one corner and a rack of weights to go with it, but she was facing the wrong way to take in the rest of the room. She assumed there was more equipment behind her.

"I'm surprised she isn't trying to kick us," Jupiter remarked. "The other girl was still doing karate kicks and shit once we had her chained up."

"I guess she's just not the sort of fighter," Saturn scoffed. "Allow me to make an assumption, Cynthia. You fight with your brains... am I right?"

While that was more or less true, she wasn't going to let them get under her skin. She said nothing, staring blankly ahead, waiting for the two commanders behind her to do whatever they were going to do next.

"Given up fighting all ready?" Jupiter teased. "Well don't worry, we'll give you plenty of time to stew. We call this the pig pen because we don't have jail cells for prisoners down here. This is just our shitty temporary corral where we hold you 'til we're ready for you."

"Why are you telling me this?" Cynthia demanded, her voice coming a little more clearly. "Are you trying to intimidate me? You've already got me chained up and hidden away three stories underground. It's hard for things to get much bleaker than this."

"Oh, sweetheart," Jupiter said, "You think this is bleak? By the time we're finished you'll be pining for the time when we left you hanging up in a room by yourself."

The woman chuckled mischievously as the two commanders walked past her, making their way back to the door. As the sliding door opened, Saturn paused to look back at their captive, his eyes scanning up and down her body approvingly. Another uncomfortable chill went down her spine, and Cynthia could only wonder what abominable acts they had in store for her when they came back.

As soon as the sliding doors were shut, she pulled experimentally on the chains that her arms were hanging from. A metal shackle was clasped around each of her wrists, with a few feet of chain extending up and over a metal bar in the ceiling. That meant that if she raised one arm up as high as it could go, she'd be able to lower the other arm to get a better look at it. She managed to get her right arm down to eye level so that she could examine the shackle more closely. This wasn't just a prop or a "safe" restraint for fetishists, it was made of thick steel with a proper keyhole and everything. The chain coming off of it was thin but strong, and heavier than it looked. The assembly looked like someone must have made it themselves, since no one apart from a medieval dungeon keeper would want something like this. It wasn't the sort of thing you could just buy.

She raised her arm so the other could lower, trying to get them both into a comfortable neutral position, but being suspended from the ceiling meant that neither arm could be lowered enough to ease the strain on her shoulders. She pulled experimentally on the chains, trying to see if the bar would bend or give at all. She put as much weight onto the chains as she could without risking pulling a shoulder out of its socket, but nothing moved. Even someone much stronger than her would never be able to break the chain. She wasn't going anywhere.

Some time passed, and as the effects of the venom faded away to a frightening memory, she slowly became aware of all the little aches that she'd accumulated so far. She'd hit her head on the floor and her knees and ankles had been banged around a bunch, but the worst feeling was the biting sensation of the metal shackles digging into her wrists. It was a constant painful reminder that she was trapped, helpless, at least for now.

With nothing to focus on but her own growing discomfort, Cynthia tried to let her mind wander, replaying the battle in her head. Lucario had fallen to a brutal attack from Saturn's Kadabra. Could it have been avoided? Was Lucario the best choice to fight the psychic pokemon? She ran through her options again and again, mentally preparing herself for what to do the next time a battle like this might happen...

She was shaken from her thoughts when the sliding door opened, Mars walked in holding a digital camera. As the door closed behind her, Mars came to a stop in front of Cynthia, carefully positioned just outside of range for Cynthia to possibly kick her.

"Can I just say for the record, I'm a fan?" Mars said. Cynthia couldn't tell if the woman was mocking her or being honest, as she regarded her suspended captive with the earnest smile of a confident criminal.

"You can say whatever you want," Cynthia said. "I don't really have any choice but to listen."

"I saw your original title match live on TV," Mars continued. "You were still a teenager and I was just a kid, and I thought to myself, 'Wow! If Cynthia can become champion at her age, then I bet I could do it too!' You were pretty much my hero back then."

"I'm glad I could inspire a young trainer," Cynthia said solemnly. "It's a shame to see you turned out... like this."

Cynthia regarded the woman with a disappointed frown, and Mars responded by raising her camera and snapping a picture. The bright flash momentarily dazzled Cynthia, and she couldn't fathom why Mars had chosen this opportunity for a photo op.

"Not everyone ends up playing in the Pokemon League," Mars said. "A lot of the people in Team Galactic are trainers who couldn't make it while playing by the rules. Cyrus promised them a new world where they'd all be free and nothing would hold them back. But me... for now, I'm mostly just in it for kicks."

"Your leader is a manipulative sociopath," Cynthia reasoned. "There's always someone like him ready to take advantage of bright young trainers, like yourself."

"Save it," Mars said, as the circled around to Cynthia's side. The camera flashed again as Mars took more pictures of her victim.

"What are you even doing?" Cynthia finally asked, as Mars stepped around behind her.

"Taking some 'before' pictures," she explained. "I'm still a fan, and I want to be able to remember you as you were, before we broke you."

Cynthia felt the woman grab her ass, pinching her hard through the fabric of her long coat. The sudden sensation made her yelp, and she felt both embarrassed and humiliated.

"Dang, you've actually got kind of a flat ass," Mars scoffed. "And your hips looked so lovely from the front..."

"Why don't you step around to the front and get a closer look?" Cynthia offered.

"So you can kick me?" Mars replied. "I'm good. Those long slender legs of yours look like they have enough meat on 'em to give me a concussion. I'll play with them later, once you're more docile."

"Fat chance of that," Cynthia spat. Mars circled back in front of her, the criminal keeping her distance in case Cynthia did try to attack. But even if Cynthia somehow bludgeoned Mars into submission, it wouldn't help her get free of the chains she was hanging from. Mars raised her camera again and the little lens extended as she zoomed in. She smiled as she took a closeup shot of Cynthia's scowl.

"You think we can't break you?" Mars asked. "You're only human. It only took us two days to wear down the gym leader, and she's actually been trained in that zen martial arts crap. I know you're just some bookworm, in your free time."

"Tell me what you did with Maylene," Cynthia demanded. "The three of you keep talking about her, giving me vague half-explanations. I'm beginning to think you're just lying, to intimidate me."

"Heh, that would've been a good idea," Mars said. "I'll keep that in mind for the next time a hero charges into the base. Just lie to them, make them think we already beat a ton of heroes before them... might help crush their spirits. Thanks for the tip."

"Is there a reason you aren't telling me?" Cynthia asked. "Are you trying to build the suspense?"

"Bingo!" Mars said. "That was Jupe's idea. She was going to wait to show off our favorite new fuckdoll until we'd already worn you down a bunch. I wanted to introduce you two sooner, but I got outvoted."

"Fuck doll?!" Cynthia growled. "Then you've assaulted her? Up until now I assumed you three still had enough humanity in you to just keep her captive, that you would try to ransom her or something. But if you've-"

"Oh, no, we raped the hell out of her," Mars admitted. "Sorry if that's a spoiler for you. It's the best way to wear someone down so Kadabra can hypnotize them. It took some poison and orgasms and a bunch of nice humiliating creampies from the goons, but even a girl like her can only take so much, y'know?"

Cynthia could feel herself flushing red with outrage. "I'm going to see to it that every one of you spends the rest of your lives in prison," she snapped. "You don't even deserve thedeath penalty, you deserve to rot in jail, forever."

Mars just laughed at her. "Bold words coming from the pretty lady chained to the ceiling. But I can see that you're taking this personally, so maybe we should just cut the crap and introduce you to her. I'll go see if Jupes and Saturn are ready."

The woman turned and left the room, leaving Cynthia alone to stew again. With a current of anger coursing through her veins, she felt like she could rip the chains off the ceiling, but she knew that trying it would only waste her energy. Her shoulders were stiff and weak from being left in their position, and the last thing she wanted to do was injure herself in an ineffective escape attempt. She'd have to bide her time until a real chance at freedom presented itself.

More time passed, with dark thoughts wandering through Cynthia's mind as she dreaded learning more about what they'd done to Maylene. She imagined giving Garchomp the order to bite Mars in half, killing the woman outright as punishment for her crimes. Cynthia would never do it in real life, but the fantasy felt good. Next she would order Lucario to pick up Jupiter and throw her off a nearby cliff, causing the woman to fell to her death and a karmic end. The criminals deserved it.

While she was imagining beating up Saturn with her bare hands, the sliding doors opened again, and Jupiter entered the room, pushing a camera on a tripod that had wheels on its legs. It looked like a broadcast camera, the sort that would be used at a TV station to film live television, and Jupiter positioned full take in Cynthia's helpless form.

"Is that good?" Jupiter asked, and Cynthia realized she was speaking into a walkie-talkie that had been attached to the tripod with duct tape. A moment later, a gruff male voice came out of it and responded to the affirmative.

"Don't be shy for the camera," Jupiter said to her. "Charon is going to send out a signal that'll override every TV channel in Sinnoh, and we're going to be broadcasting both over the airwaves and on the internet. He might even catch some of Hoenn and Johto with the signal, depending on atmospheric something-or-other. So everyone is going to get to watch this for at least as long as it takes for the TV stations to override our overrides. After that, they'll be able keep watching on the web."

Cynthia tried to feign defiance again. "I've been on TV before."

"Yeah, with all your clothes on," Jupiter taunted. "But don't worry, we'll let you keep most of them on at the start. We want to make sure the audience knows it's you immediately, and not just some other dumb blond chick who needs a haircut."

"Don't worry?" Cynthia asked. "Do you think about the things you say before you speak? I thought you wanted me to worry."

"I..." Jupiter frowned, realizing Cynthia had a point. "Fuck you."

"Yes, that's your plan, isn't it?" Cynthia mocked. "The three of you have spent so much time talking about what you're going to do and leaving me to think about what you're going to do, I'm beginning to wonder how you ever get anything done around here. I'm actually getting bored, hanging here."

"You don't get to talk back," Jupiter snarled. "You're our prisoner. We're the ones in control here."

"Sure," Cynthia said, "the three of you are in control. Not counting your boss, Cyrus. And that other guy... what was his name, Charon? Apart from all those people you have to answer to... yes, Jupiter, you are the one in control. Keep telling yourself that."

"That's it, I'm getting the ball gag after all," Jupiter said as she turned to leave. "Saturn wanted to hear your reaction when we introduced you, but it's not worth you trying to play these pathetic little mind games..."

"Yes, Jupiter," Cynthia mocked. "I'm the one playing pathetic games. Not the ones who kidnap women for fun. There's nothing pathetic about that."

It was clear she was getting under the villain's skin, and it made Cynthia feel a little better about her predicament. While she didn't see a clear way it could help her escape, it gave her a little hope to know how emotionally fragile her captor was. But as Jupiter approached the sliding door, it opened in front of her and Saturn walked in, followed by a familiar face.

She was a young woman with light pink hair, wearing a blue and black spandex tank top, and baggy white sweatpants with no shoes to speak of. She was short, petite, and deceptively muscular, and Cynthia was used to seeing her with an enthusiastic smile on her face. It was the missing gym leader, Maylene.

"Maylene!" Cynthia gasped. "Thank goodness you're all right! I was expecting them to show me your severed head or something..."

Something about her was off – she was looking at Cynthia with a blank expression, her eyes not really focusing on anything. And she wasn't restrained in any way, despite the fact that she could have easily beaten Saturn to a pulp if she were so inclined. Mars had mentioned they had hypnotized her...

"Maylene...?" Cynthia asked with trepidation, her voice cracking as it dawned on her that the gym leader was definitely not okay.

"She goes by Mercury now," Saturn said. "I don't know if she's cut out to be a commander in this state, but she's been enjoying her new life as a cocksleeve so far. Isn't that right, Mercury?"

"Yes I have," Maylene said, her voice sounding aloof and dreamy.

"What have you done to her?!" Cynthia demanded.

"You keep asking us that," Saturn scoffed. "If you must know the gritty details – I had Kadabra go in and redo most of the wiring upstairs. She remembers how to breathe and talk and how to feed and bathe herself. I think she can still read and do math, although I haven't bothered to test her on that. Beyond that, all she knows how to do is follow orders."

"And get fucked," Jupiter added. "She's pretty good at that. Turns out she also eats pussy like a pro. We didn't even have to teach her that."

"I like... having sex," Maylene said dreamily. "I can't remember a time when I wasn't so horny I was almost ready to cum..."

"Kadabra really did a number on her," Saturn bragged. Cynthia couldn't think of anything to say to the man, and with a terrible sinking dread in her stomach, she wondered if the hypnosis could be undone, or if the same thing might happen to her. She'd heard stories of psychic pokemon being used for brainwashing and mind control, but they were never much more than urban legends. For them to have turned Maylene into an obedient slave like this... it was unthinkable.

With a crackle of static, the voice from the walkie-talkie spoke up again. "If you perverts are ready to get on with this, we're ready to broadcast." Jupiter walked back over to the camera and pushed a few buttons.

"Aaannnd, we're live!" Jupiter said, angling the camera up at Cynthia's face and zooming in. "Hello, people of Sinnoh! We can't guarantee how long this broadcast will stay on the regular airwaves, so if you want to follow along after the fuzz cuts the signal, go to the website you see on your screen now. You can access the feed from any computer or mobile device-"

"I'm in Veilstone City!" Cynthia shouted. "The warehouse on the corner of Slate Street and Budew Boulevard! There's a secret entrance in the northwest corner of-"

"Mercury, please shut her up," Saturn ordered. Maylene moved quickly to where Cynthia hung, balled up a fist, and punched her hard enough in the gut to knock every ounce of air out of her. Cynthia sputtered, struggling to even breathe as pain radiated out from her belly.

"Nice try," Jupiter said. "But this 'live' broadcast is on a thirty-second delay, just in case we want to edit something out. All the audience will hear from you is one long bleep."

Cynthia wheezed, unable to speak. Maylene raised her fist again, as if asking whether she should hit her some more.

"No need for that, Mercury," Saturn said. "But while she's limp, let's give the audience a taste of what's to come. Start ripping off her clothes."

Cynthia tried to wriggle away from Maylene, but her abdomen was still throbbing with pain and her arms had gone mostly numb from being suspended so long. The girl used both hands to deftly grab ahold of the fur collar that Cynthia wore around her neck, tearing it apart and allowing it to fall unceremoniously to the ground. Then she reached for the teardrop-shaped bauble that hung from Cynthia's coat, grabbing it along with a handful of fabric underneath it, and tore out the clasp that held her coat shut. The sides of her coat fell open, exposing the low-cut black shirt that she wore underneath it, and Cynthia was aware that the way she was hanging probably exaggerated her cleavage a little.

"Weak tits," Jupiter remarked. "What are those, a C-cup? No wonder she's single."

"Aw, you guys started without me?" Mars said, as she strode into the room. Cynthia hadn't even noticed the door opening.

Mars carried a clear plastic tub under one arm, and Cynthia could see indistinct plastic shapes inside of it. Something that was sticking up looked bright pink and phallic, and she also recognized the white plastic handle of some kind of vibrating massage tool. Mars set the tub on the ground before moving closer to examine her captive.

"Black bra," Mars said. "Lace, right? You're too classy to not have something frilly on under there. Or is it silk? Don't tell me you're one of those weirdos who go around practically wearing lingerie under their clothes."

Cynthia grunted something as the pain in her gut faded, but it was still hard to get enough air to form a full sentence. Mars didn't seem to care either way.

"Can we lose the coat?" Mars asked the other two commanders. The three of them exchanged glances and seemed to come to an agreement, and Saturn gave Maylene an approving nod. The hypnotized girl stepped behind Cynthia, and a tearing sound filled the room as Maylene tore her coat in half with her bare hands, ripping the garment vertically from top to bottom.

"Waste of a cool coat," Mars lamented as Maylene tore apart the sleeves. "If you guys hadn't already ruined the front of it, I would've wanted to keep it for myself."

"You can just buy a coat," Jupiter said. "And she's taller than you anyway. It wouldn't fit."

"I don't see a way we could have gotten it off of her while she is handcuffed," Saturn said. "You should have said something before we hung her up."

"I wanted her coat," Mars grumbled. "But whatever. I have dibs on her hair thingies instead."

Jupiter sighed and said, "I don't really care, Mars." As Maylene finished tearing Cynthia's coat to shreds, Jupiter wheeled the camera around her captive in a semicircle, panning it up and down slowly, giving the audience a full view of Cynthia's body. Never before had Cynthia felt so naked while wearing a shirt and pants.

Mars went over to the plastic tub and produced a hairbrush from within it. As she approached her captive, she brandished it threateningly, like she was going to use it as a weapon.

"We should've tidied her up before going live," Mars said. "Her hair's an absolute mess."

She stepped around behind Cynthia as Jupiter circled back to her starting position, and with all the care of an impatient parent taming their child's frazzled locks, she began to brush Cynthia's hair. Out of everything that they'd done and threatened to do to her so far, this was the strangest.

"You... want me to look pretty?" Cynthia asked. "You're going to be back there for a while. It takes me a good hour to get it all straight."

"Yeah, and I figure you usually don't get dragged across the floor," Mars said. "You can't tell from the front, but it ended up all tangled back here..."

The sounds of the brush scraping through Cynthia's hair filled the room.

"Don't let me hold things up," Mars said. "You guys do whatever's next."

"Right, the gag," Jupiter said. "I got tired of this cunt talking a while ago." She went over to Mars's tub and started going through it.

"Afraid I might say something to hurt your feelings?" Cynthia mocked. But then she winced a little as the hairbrush yanked her hair. Mars wasn't exactly being gentle.

Jupiter produced a ball gag, a hollow sphere of red rubber with holes in it so the victim's drool could escape, with stretchy black fabric to strap it in place. She approached Cynthia aggressively, but stopped herself before getting too close.

"I bet you were going to try and bite me," Jupiter mused. "You almost got me."

Cynthia said nothing. The thought had crossed her mind.

"Here," Jupiter said, handing the gag off to Maylene. "If you bite Mercury's hand, I won't lose sleep over it. But I might tell her to knock some of your teeth out for the trouble. So don't waste your time."

"She's a victim," Cynthia said, as Maylene stepped towards her, gag in hand. "I wouldn't dream of hurting her."

Maylene grabbed Cynthia's jaw with one dainty-looking hand, her grip monstrously strong as she forced Cyntia's mouth open. The ball went into her mouth, wedging uncomfortably up against her teeth, and Maylene fastened the strap behind her neck. Cynthia had finally been silenced.

"Do you hear that?" Jupiter said with a vicious smile. "No more lip from her. Sorry, audience, but all you really need to hear from her is grunts, moans, and screams."

Cynthia tried to make the word, "Asshole!" despite the gag, and it came out somewhat clear. Jupiter's smile turned back into a scowl, the insult seeming to bother her.

"Well," Jupiter grumbled, "nothing's perfect. Saturn, can you take over the camera?"

The man took Jupiter's place as she went over to the tub again. She produced something C-shaped and made of blue silicone, pushing a button on it that made it vibrate with a low-pitched hum.

"I think we'll start small," Jupiter said experimentally, "Then we'll work our way up to something more humiliating. And painful."

She walked closer to Cynthia, preparing to do who-knew-what with the vibrating sex toy, but as soon as she got within range, Cynthia lashed out with a savage kick aimed for the woman's abdomen. But her kick failed to connect, as Maylene was faster and stronger, her own leg darting out to deflect Cynthia's attack. Maylene's move was so fast that Cynthia could hardly see it, and the failed attack meant she was suddenly putting more weight onto her suspended arms, and her shoulders burned with a stiff pain. Mars made a disappointed sound behind her, grabbing Cynthia's hair a little more roughly as she continued to brush it.

"Don't bother with that," Jupiter laughed. She stepped closer, planting herself right in front of Cynthia as Maylene eyed both of them, waiting to intercept another attack. Jupiter reached a hand out, roughly grabbing Cynthia's thigh. "You've got nice legs, I'll give you that. But all I want to see them do is squirm."

"They are nice, aren't they?" Mars chimed in. "Look at the way these trousers accentuate her delicate curves. I didn't even think to ask, are these tailored?"

"Mars, please shut up," Saturn said.

Jupiter's hand slid up, moving to the hem of Cynthia's pants and roughly pulling it forward. Then she stuffed the vibrating toy down into Cynthia's pants, the sudden pleasurable sensation attacking her crotch and making Cynthia grunt with surprise. The Jupiter stepped to the side, allowing the camera to get an unobstructed view of their victim and the awkward toy stuffed down her pants.

"Watch her squirm, everyone," Jupiter said. "I know some of you celebrity-worshiping perverts at home have fantasized about this kind of thing. So enjoy yourselves."

"For those of you watching this on the web," Saturn explained, "That toy is controlled via bluetooth, and the intensity and frequency is going to adjust based on our viewer count. So if you want us to stop, well... just close your browser and don't come back."

It's not even lined up right, Cynthia thought to herself. It's barely touching my vagina and if I adjust my hips it'll probably just fall down through my pantleg...

"Charon, mute this part," Jupiter said. Then she leaned conspiratorially towards Cynthia so that no one watching could read her lips. "The viewer count thing is bullshit. That toy is controlled with bluetooth, but I have the remote. I'm going to drag an orgasm out of you, kicking and screaming if I have to. Your audience is only going to think it's their fault. It's reverse psychology, you see. I told them they can save you by not watching, just so they'll stick around and feel like shit for it."

The woman grabbed the toy through Cynthia's pants, repositioning it so that the source of the vibration was focused intensely on the very top of her vulva, sending a pulse of pleasure into her clit and making her knees go weak. Cynthia furrowed her brow, trying to pretend that Jupiter has missed her target, but she wasn't fooling anyone.

"Kinky, isn't it?" Jupiter growled. "I don't know what you get up to in the bedroom, whether it's with men or women or pokemon or kids. But I bet you've never cum with all your clothes on. I'm going to make sure everyone can see your pants get stained with pussy juice.

Cynthia couldn't see where Jupiter had the remote; it must have been hidden in her other hand. The toy pulsed with a rhythmic frequency as Jupiter ground it into her sensitive nub. It would alternate between a deep, throbbing, low-pitched hum that she could practically feel in her bones; and a sharp, intense, high-pitched whine that made her pussy clench and quiver involuntarily. It didn't take long for her crotch to become uncomfortably hot and sticky, and she wished more than anything that she wasn't wearing panties. It was getting harder to focus on anything but the silicon toy attacking her nether regions, and a ridiculous thought crossed her mind: How much does that thing cost, and where can I buy one?

She tried to resist, keeping her face as close to a neutral scowl as she was able to as she glared at her captives with contempt. But she could feel her face flushing red and there was no amount of willpower that could hide that from them. The last thing she wanted to do was give her sadistic captives the satisfaction of knowing that she was being forced to enjoy this, but her body couldn't help but respond as the silicone intruder worked its magic.

After a while, the faint scraping sound from Mars brushing her hair came to a stop, and Cynthia felt a pair of hands wrap around her chest. The woman was hugging her from behind, and the embrace felt... nice, almost caring. For a moment Cynthia almost forgot where she was, but then Mars's hands cupped her breasts, groping her, and the woman made a little approving noise from behind her.

"Personally I disagree with Jupes," Mars said. "I like your boobies. I think big fat double-D's make a lady look like a department store mannequin. I can't wait to see these properly, I'm sure they're lovely."

Mars squeezed Cynthia's breasts affectionately, and it made her nipples chafe a little. Cynthia hadn't realized how hot and sweaty she'd gotten. She did her best to growl through the gag, but it ended up just sounding like a moan of pleasure. She felt a little ashamed, but then she got an idea. Jupiter had sworn to drag an orgasm out of her, so perhaps they would stop if she faked it?

"Are you jealous, audience?" Saturn asked. "Wish you could be the ones grabbing Cynthia's breasts? I share your displeasure; Mars said I'd get to play with them first."

"You're the only one with a dick to fuck her with!" Mars complained. "And I'm not touching her boobs, I'm touching her shirt."

Mars squeezed her again, playfully, and Cynthia went along with it, faking an aroused grunt. Jupiter picked up on her reaction and seemed to take it as a challenge, grinding the toy into a more sensitive spot, making little circles as it sent waves of vibration into her mound. Cynthia hammed it up, breathing heavily and squeezing her thighs together, trying to act desperate and uncontrollably horny. It didn't take much acting since the truth wasn't far off.

"That's it, bitch," Jupiter said. "Go ahead and cum on live TV. Let everyone at home watch you fall apart."

"We're still live in all of Sinnoh," the walkie-talkie said. "Normally pirate TV signals get blocked out almost immediately. I see my encryption is holding up nicely."

"Thank you," Saturn said. "But please shut up. Just let us know if we go off the airwaves."

"Squirm for me," Jupiter hissed, as the silicone toy increased both in volume and intensity. The sharp waves of pleasure shooting up into Cynthia's body made it easy to play along, and she let out a long, gasping moan through the gag as she clenched and flexed her abdominal muscles, her legs kicking uselessly and tensing up. It was the best performance she could give, considering how hot, sweaty, and uncomfortable she was. Jupiter made a little noise that sounded like a pleased chuckle.

"See, wasn't that fun?" Mars asked, her hands still fondling Cynthia's chest. "Go ahead and ask Mercury here – wouldn't it be nice to just do that all day?"

Cynthia had half forgotten about the pink-haired girl standing silently nearby. Maylene nodded once and said, "It feels good to feel good. It's wonderful..."

Seeming to be satisfied for the moment, Jupiter reached roughly into Cynthia's pants and pulled the toy free, the buzzing sound going silent. Cynthia's crotch was a sweaty, sticky mess, and she was just glad that this part was over. She took a small bit of pride in having tricked them, even having foiled Jupiter's promise that she'd make a visible stain on her pants. Jupiter looked up at her captive, holding the toy like she wasn't sure what to do with it, and frowned.

"I was gonna make you clean it," she said, "but your mouth is full."

"Make Mercury do it," Mars suggested.

"Forget it," Jupiter said, lowering the toy with a disappointed look.

"Mercury," Saturn said, "would you move that bench over to her?"

Cynthia couldn't see what bench he was referring to, but after a moment she heard the rubbery sound of something heavy being slid across the floor. Something with a long leather seat came into view just to her side, some piece of the gym equipment meant to lie down upon.

Jupiter walked over to the tub, dropping the blue toy into it and digging around for something else. But Cynthia was distracted when she felt Mar's hands slide down the sides of her torso to reach for the hem of her shirt.

"Ta-daa!" Mars said cheerfully as she pulled Cynthia's shirt upward, exposing her lacy black bra to the camera. Cynthia couldn't see now, her face blocked by her pulled up shirt, but she could hear the faint sound of the camera lens zooming in. Saturn and the audience must have been focusing on her breasts.

"I, too, disagree with Jupiter's assessment," Saturn said. "Solid nine out of ten breasts. What do you think, audience? Those of you streaming on the web, share your appraisal in chat."

"Asshole," Cynthia said again, this time getting the word out fairly clearly through the gag. She heard Mars giggle from behind her.

"Mercury, make this shirt go away," Mars said. "Just don't mess up her bra – it makes her look all classy."

After a moment's delay, Cynthia felt the fabric of her shirt pulling at her uncomfortably as Maylene tore the garment off of her body. At least it wasn't blocking her view anymore. Then she felt Mars reaching around her hips, undoing the button of her pants before slowly sliding down the zipper.

"Lacy black panties to match a lacy black bra," Mars said, like she was describing it to the camera. "You can't tell at home, but Cynthia really smells like pussy juice right now."

"Crass," Saturn commented dryly. Mars ignored him as she slowly slid Cynthia's pants down her hips, stopping once her underwear was fully exposed.

"Damn, you guys..." Mars said. "I wanna eat her up. Look at these hips. Look at those tits. Look at her pretty hair! I don't even know why she bothers training pokemon. She should've been a model, or an actress."

"Or a porn star," Jupiter said. The woman had found what she was looking for, and was now holding two pairs of glinting metal handcuffs. They didn't have a long chain like the ones suspending Cynthia from the ceiling, instead looking just like the kind a police officer would carry.

Mars pulled Cynthia's pants the rest of the way down, sliding off her shoes along with them. Cynthia tried to resist by squeezing her legs together, but it didn't really work and Mars was able to strip her completely. Once her legs were bare, Mars grabbed one of her ankles as Jupiter approached the two of them.

"Get on the bench," Mars ordered. Cynthia made as close to a "no way" sound as she could through the gag.

"Mercury, please make her cooperate," Saturn pleaded.

Maylene grabbed Cynthia's lower leg, her fingers feeling like a steel vise digging into Cynthia's unblemished skin. Cynthia tried to keep her other leg away from her, but Maylene was too fast and she quickly had both of Cynthia's legs restrained. She lifted her up, forcing Cynthia to hang painfully from her exhausted shoulders, as Jupiter and Mars slid the long bench underneath her. Maylene let go of her, forcing her to straddle the bench, and Jupiter quickly used the handcuffs to attach her legs to the steel legs of the bench. Kicking anyone was now well out of the question.

Mars reached up to the cuff around Cynthia's right wrist, and with a quiet click of a key, she opened the metal restraint and let Cynthia's tired arm fall free. With the chain no longer holding her weight, her other arm was able to fall as well, the cuff still attached to it, the long chain falling to the ground with a clatter. With her balance thrown off by being cuffed to the bench, Cynthia nearly fell, but Maylene caught her, the girl's arms wrapped around Cynthia's upper body.

"Do you want her face-up or face-down?" Jupiter asked Saturn.

"Don't make her lie on her hair," Mars begged. "It'll get all messy again."

"I would rather the audience be able to see her face," Saturn reasoned. "Keep her face-up."

Maylene gently lowered her, and as Cynthia was allowed to lie down on the bench, she was momentarily relieved that her arms and shoulders were being allowed to rest. But any comfort was banished when she heard the sound of a zipper being undone, as Saturn started removing his pants. There was no other way to interpret her predicament; she was about to be raped.

"Do you think she's a virgin?" Mars wondered. "I know she's single and the tabloids like to wonder why she doesn't have a boyfriend..."

"I don't care," Jupiter scoffed, as she moved to take Saturn's place operating the camera. "A blonde bimbo like her was probably sucking off boys in the middle school locker rooms."

"No way!" Mars pouted. "She's classy! And she's kind of a nerd. Her old photos on the pokemon league wiki showed her with glasses and braces when she was a teenager..."

"Her undergarments are in the way," Saturn said, interrupting the two of them. He seemed to be speaking to Maylene.

"Don't touch her bra yet," Mars insisted. "Save the reveal for later."

Cynthia felt Maylene grabbing at the sweaty fabric of her soiled underwear, and the garment tore off with minimal resistance. Despite the audience and the trio casually speculating about her personal life, she had to admit that it was a relief to be able to lie down and cool off with no clothes on. But then she felt Maylene's strong grip on her thighs, pulling her legs apart a little and presenting her wet pussy to the man who was about to violate her. Her heart sank and her body tensed up with fear, and she tried to raise her arms to fight or defend herself. But they were still so tired and sore that they wouldn't accomplish much.

"Restrain her arms," Saturn said to Maylene. The girl let go of Cynthia's thigh and stepped around to the front of the bench, grabbing Cynthia's forearms and pulling them back. Her shoulders burned as she was restrained once more, and just happy that Maylene's strong hands weren't biting into her skin like the metal handcuffs did. Then she felt the man climbing on top of her, and she looked down her helpless body to see him lining his tool up with one hand, the other one helping him brace on the bench as he leaned forward.

The tip of his member made contact, Cynthia's slick opening spreading readily to welcome him despite her mind's protests. She was so wet from the silicone toy's torture that her womanhood was practically begging to be penetrated. The man seemed to be going gently at first, but as he realized how little her body could resist her, he thrust his hips forward, prodding into her roughly until every inch of his length made its way inside of her. It barely hurt.

"And there we are," Saturn said through gritted teeth. "You are now formally our rape slave. Try your best to enjoy this, as Kadabra will be making this into your only hobby once we're done with you."

He was still for a moment, his dick sheathed inside of her as Cynthia's greedy pussy urged him to abuse her more. Cynthia was silent, refusing to humor the man that was so casually debasing her, but inside her mind she was screaming epithets and vowing to utterly unmake him and everyone who worked with him. She defiantly tried to think of a way she could stop him from enjoying this, but her body was horny, her pussy was wet and tight, and it wasn't like she could magically grow spikes.

He started humping her, grunting a little as he did it, his hips slapping into hers as the metal bench creaked underneath them. Cynthia tired to pull her arms free from Maylene's grasp, but she had less strength in her shoulders than Maylene had in one finger. Jupiter moved the camera closer, angling it downward to focus on Cynthia's lower body while the man on top of her fucked her clumsily and energetically.

"You're a lucky man, Saturn," said Mars from somewhere behind Cynthia. From her tone she sounded like she was feeling left out, as her colleague raped their victim.

"It's not about me," Saturn said, his hips grinding into Cynthia's to force his cock as deep as it could reach. "It's about breaking her. Mercury took her creampies like a champ, but she didn't really care all that much after the first one. This is all about taking the champion down a few pegs."

"We left Mercury in the commons area," Jupiter explained to Cynthia, ignoring the man who was grunting and thrusting into her body with desperate precision. "No clothes, just a blindfold and a ring gag, and her paralyzed body bent over a table. The grunts filled every hole, till she was ready to burst. You'll be next, once we've had our fun."

Cynthia strained her arms and legs, trying to pull free of the cuffs or Maylene, but she wasn't nearly strong enough, and her body was responding horrifyingly well to the man on top of her. Her pussy squeezed him tightly against her will, urging him to go harder, faster, deeper, and she knew with a sick feeling that her pounding heartbeat was more from lust than from fear. She'd been left hot and desperate from Jupiter's assault, and her body was doing what it needed without her permission.

"Saturn's no stud," Mars commented. "He only gets first go cuz he's one of us. You're lucky he thinks butt stuff is gross."

"I am a generous commander," Saturn grunted. "I'll let you forfeit your anus to someone else. But I get to expend myself within your womanhood... first...!"

With a final yelp, Saturn shoved himself in as deep as he could go and began to cum inside of her. Cynthia's needy, overstimulated pussy reached its limit as well, and with a deep sense of shame she felt her own body falling into orgasmic bliss. She realized distantly that she was gasping and grunting through the ball gag as she felt an unbearable tension in her core finally releasing, her muscles spasming as her traitorous canal milked her rapist obediently. The hot, sticky sensation that she'd been trying to ignore was increased by a perverse amount as Saturn's semen spilled within her.

The man grunted animalistically, losing some of his composure as his manhood throbbed and spewed out ropes of jizz within the champion's pussy, the juices of her well-fucked hole mingling with his seed as it poured inside of her. She could feel the awful, wet sensation as it seeped into the depths of her pussy, making its way inside her body to do its awful purpose. Through the haze of orgasm a new fear arose like a spotlight being turned on, and she wondered how she'd not thought of it in the midst of her torture and degradation; was she being impregnated by this criminal? She was too horny and hazy to remember for sure what time of the month it was... the risk was probably high.

As the man started to come down, the last few terrible spurts of jizz going into Cynthia's body, he slid out slowly, like he was admiring his work. Cynthia couldn't bring herself to look at him, the afterglow still running through her with a mix of shame and anger. But she felt him climbing off of her, leaving the bench.

"Hey, it's all right," Jupiter said to him. "It happens to every guy now and then."

"Are you implying I ejaculated prematurely?" Saturn scoffed. "Because lasting a long time in bed is more or less the opposite of our purpose here. I am not her... lover."

It was hard to tell if the man was offended by the teasing or if he was viewing his act of rape as a sort of everyday procedure. Cynthia couldn't even imagine the twisted mindset it would take for him to think and act this way. She'd known they were criminals, but now he seemed like just as much of an unfeeling machine as their boss had been.

"My turn," Mars said gleefully, and Cynthia realized she wasn't sure where the woman was. She looked over to the plastic tub to see Mars bent down, digging around in it. She'd taken off her boots and leggings at some point, and Cynthia could narrowly tell that she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath the skirt-like top of her uniform.

"Will I get a turn to have sex with her?" Maylene asked. Jupiter and Saturn turned to her with surprise, clearly not expecting her to ask such a thing.

"I didn't think she had enough free will left to make requests," Jupiter remarked.

"She... shouldn't," Saturn said, staring at Maylene curiously. "Mercury, how do I put this... you're strong enough to accidentally kill her, and you aren't even properly equipped to have sex with a woman."

"That's quitter talk," Mars said triumphantly, and Cynthia looked back at her to see that she'd put on some kind of oversized strap-on phallus. It was orange in color and made of molded rubber or silicon, with fake veins and ridges that made it look more than a little animalistic. It was also oversized, far larger than any human's.

"I won't hurt her..." Maylene said, while she still held Cynthia's arms uncomfortably tight. "Not... much."

"Quiet," Mars snapped, approaching Cynthia's bench. "This big bad beauty is the Bad Dragonite™ Wombsmasher 600. It might not be able to cum for real like Saturn's little willie, but if you really wanna fuck a girl, this is how you do it!"

"I am of average size," Saturn pouted.

Mars stepped over the bench, the oversized toy looming threateningly over Cynthia's legs. "It's double ended," Mars explained, "but the other side is more normal-sized. It's mostly just there to keep it anchored, but it'll also be pounding my g-spot while I rip your pussy open."

Cynthia did her best to sound intimidating as she told Mars to go to hell, but the words were indistinct through the gag, and she realized she was still staring wide-eyed at the orange cock. She probably just seemed scared.

"Aw, don't cry," Mars said. "But actually, do feel free to cry. The audience will love it. Speaking of, Saturn, can you get rid of her bra? Mercury's hands are full."

Saturn walked over and seemed to put his crotch by Cynthia's face deliberately as he reached behind her back. He fumbled with her bra strap for several seconds.

"Seriously?" Jupiter teased.

"Shut up," Saturn grumbled under his breath. After several more seconds, he seemed to figure out the little hooks and pulled Cynthia's bra free. Mars held out one hand, and he handed it to her, the woman lifting it to her face and breathing in deeply.

"Mmmm.... you smell like..." Mars began, before trailing off. "Sweat, actually, if I'm honest. Whatever."

She threw the garment aside and lowered her hips, preparing to line up the oversized cock with Cynthia's abused pussy. With all the commotion and fear, Cynthia had forgotten that her fuck-hole was coated with Saturn's cum, and she wondered if Mars had intended to do things in this order so that the man's foul seed would act as extra lubricant.

"This is gonna hurt," Mars said. "But you'll handle it. Your pussy might not be the same for a while, but a little stretching never did anyone any permanent damage.

She pushed her hips forward, the head of the faux cock pressing into Cynthia's lower lips, but it slipped past her, grinding against her pelvis instead. The blunt stimulation against her clit was unpleasant, her nerves still hypersensitive from her forced orgasm.

"Should've handcuffed your arms, and had Mercury spread your legs," Mars commented as she lined up again. She placed the head of the cock up against Cynthia's vulva, gently working it back and forth to spread her delicate lips apart, until half an inch of the tip was able to work its way into her entrance. Cynthia realized that her whole body was tense as she braced for another violation, and she had enough presence of mind to figure that it would only make things worse for her, and she begged her defiled body to just try and go limp.

Mars pushed into her, spreading Cynthia apart uncomfortably so, and she dreaded the moment when she'd feel an unbearable tearing sensation as the oversized monster was stuffed into her. But the sharp pain never game, her love canal stretching to its limit to accept Mars's cock with only a dull ache.

"Aaw, look at her," Mars cooed. "You can see the outline of my cock in her belly. Jupes, are you getting this? I'm only, what, five inches in?"

"She's got no muscle in her core," Jupiter cackled. "Just pussy and bravado."

Mars pulled out a little before thrusting her way deeper inside, Cynthia letting out a long low moan of discomfort. Her delicate muscles were straining to accept the girthy intruder, the lubrication from Saturn's jizz and her own juices proving to be barely adequate. Mars seemed to be enjoying her reaction, and she too let out a long, low moan.

"Taking it like a champ, Champ," Mars said. "Shame I can't blast a load of babymaker into your belly. But I'll be happy once I hit your cervix."

Mars thrust back and forth a little, working her way deeper into Cynthia's body with determination. She let out little grunts and moans as she did so, the other end of the awful instrument clearly pleasuring her as much as it was hurting its victim. The orange cock found its way into Cynthia's deepest parts, stretching out sensitive flesh that had never been touched except by Saturn's seed. Then with a sudden sharp pain, Mars delivered on her promise as the rubber cock mashed against the barrier to Cynthia's womb.

She screamed, and Mars laughed. The other three said nothing. She imagined the chat on the internet was going wild. She'd done her best not to let the three villains see her crack, but this violation was too severe, too deep inside her, too alien. There was no pleasure, it just felt like she was being stabbed.

"Oh fuck, oh yes-!" Mars moaned as she ground her hips into Cynthia's screaming body. They weren't even fucking at this point, Mars was just humping her end of the toy while it was buried far deeper into Cynthia than anything was meant to reach.

"I just got it," Saturn said casually, both he and Jupiter ignoring Cynthia's agony. "We'll name her Venus, once she'd broken."

"It took you that long to think of another planet?" Jupiter said.

"Take it, bitch!" Mars barked, as she violently forced the toy in and out of Cynthia's body. Each thrust made her back arch, her pussy aching and begging the intruder to relent. She tried not to scream, but the pain and humiliation were taking the toll on her. She looked up at Maylene, the girl still holding her arms tight, her eyes watching Mars' monstrous cock mate with Cynthia's defiled nether regions. There was a hungry look in her eyes, and knowing what awful thing had been done to her made Cynthia's heart sink even further.

Mars started panting animalistically, the other end of the toy doing its job inside of her, and she forced the thing as deep into Cynthia's abused pussy as it could reach. Cynthia just screwed her eyes shut, trying to block out the pain radiating out from her pelvis, waiting for it all to end. Mars had to be almost done by now.

"She's gonna crush your swimmers," Jupiter commented to Saturn.

"That's not how that works," he remarked. "By the way, how do we know when she's done?"

"Cuu-uummm-iinnng..." Mars moaned, and Cynthia tried not to imagine an animalistic look on her face as she said it. The oversized intruder went mercifully still as Mars gently humped her end of it, the mass of orange rubber lodged unpleasantly inside of her victim.

"I would like to take a turn," Maylene said after a while.

Cynthia opened her eyes. She saw that Jupiter had moved the camera closer, the lens pointed at her lower body so the audience could see the monstrosity that she had been forced to accommodate. She didn't dare look down at herself, fearing to see that she'd been grievously injured by the thing. But then she felt a painful wrenching sensation as Mars pulled it out of her with an obscenely wet noise.

"Whew," Mars sighed. "I'm glad I used this one instead of the really big one. There's no way I would have gotten it inside of you. Your pussy's too tight. Or it was, anyway."

"I would like to take a turn," Maylene said again.

"Mercury, you don't get a turn," Saturn said. "But you can let go of her arms now."

Saturn tossed a poke ball, and his Kadabra appeared with a dazzle of shining light. This was the creature that had both defeated Lucario and hypnotized Maylene. Cynthia had rarely been more intimidated by the appearance of a pokemon, and she dreaded what it might be able to do to her.

"Make sure she can't look away," Saturn said, and Maylene grabbed Cynthia's head with both hands, forcing her to turn to look at the psychic pokemon. Cynthia immediately closed her eyes, hoping it might stop whatever psychic attack was about to come. The room grew quiet, and a calming sensation washed over her. The pain in her body faded away, and she felt weightless, like she was floating on air.

"Your name is Venus," a man's voice said. Cynthia couldn't identify it. Maybe she'd heard him before, but she couldn't put a name to the voice. Saturday? Satire? Satellite?

"My name is Cynthia," she said defiantly. Whoever the voice was, it was mistaken.

"You are my obedient slave," the man said. "You will do as I command you to."

"No...?" Cynthia remarked, dismissing the voice's nonsensical command. "I am my own woman, thank you very much. I will do as I please."

"You enjoy being used," the man insisted. "Your chief purpose in life is to pleasure others. You are a set of sex organs with a convenient body attached to them, nothing more."

"Go to hell, creep."

The sense of weightless fell away, and the pain and discomfort in Cynthia's body returned to her like she'd been hit by a train. She opened her eyes and found herself face to face with Kadabra, the pokemon's eyes glowing as it pointed a spoon at her like a weapon. But the pokemon seemed puzzled, like its attack had failed, and Saturn frowned heavily.

"It's not taking," he lamented. "We haven't done enough to her."

"Seriously?" Mars balked. "Mercury was almost ready to surrender just from Jupes sitting on her face. Are you telling me Cynthia can withstand her baby chamber being made into an onahole?"

"Ass...hole." Cynthia said through her gag, slowly and clearly, with all the defiance she could muster.

"Don't give us ideas, idiot," Jupiter mocked. "Let's set her up in the common area. Let the men blow off some steam with her."

"If she was not receptive to Mars's abuse," Saturn said, "I don't believe being sodomized will be much more effective."

"You got a better idea?" Mars asked.

"We need to break her spirit," Saturn continued. "Mercury, would you come here please?"

Maylene let go of Cynthia's arms and approached the man. Saturn reached out a hand and fondly ran it through Maylene's hair, his eyes watching Cynthia closely for her reaction. Cynthia stiffened instinctively, preparing to yell at the man to take his hands off of her, and he smiled approvingly at her reaction.

"Oh yes, of course," he said. "She's too selfless to be worn down by her own abuse, at least not by any kind of abuse that will leave her in a... usable state. But she takes the wellbeing of her comrades very seriously. And Mercury did say she wanted to have sex..."

"Good, I haven't gotten off yet," Jupiter said. She found some hidden zipper in her outfit and started undoing her pants.

"Let's give our championa good view," Saturn said. "Mercury, go ahead and climb on top of her. You'll be performing cunnilingus on Jupiter from that position."

Maylene quickly padded back over to the bench, climbing on top of Cynthia awkwardly on her hands and knees, her head near Cynthia's waist and her ass in Cynthia's face. Jupiter quickly frinished removing the lower part of her outfit, planting herself in front of Maylene, straddling the bench with her crotch in her face. She grabbed a handful of the girl's pink hair and forced her face into her crotch, and Cynthia couldn't see the details of what happened from there. She knew Maylene pretty well, and she wasn't aware of her having any experience with women before this. But Jupiter had said that she "ate pussy like a pro" earlier... unless that had just been some lie.

While Cynthia was distracted, Mars came over and grabbed her arms. Before Cynthia could fight back, one wrist was handcuffed to the bench, followed by the other. She cursed herself, wishing she had done something while her arms weren't being held by Maylene, though she wasn't sure what she could have done. Then Mars walked back over to operate the camra, and Saturn approached the three of them.

He stood near the head of the bench, his cock having had time to get hard again, and Cynthia feared for a moment that he was going to violate her mouth. But then he reached for Maylene's baggy white sweatpants, delicately pulling them down her hips to expose her nether regions. She was right in front of Cynthia and there was no way she could look away.

"Would you like to know how many times she has already been raped?" Saturn said coldly. "That seems like the sort of thing that would upset you. There are twenty-nine male grunts stationed in this base. Out of those, six lodged a formal complaint about Mercury's treatment, and presumably did nothing to her. The other twenty-three chose to violate her at some point. Some of the woman probably did so as well, but I'm not sure how many, apart from Jupiter."

Maylene moaned something, her face still buried in Jupiter's crotch. It sounded like, "Please..."

"So this doesn't really many anything," Saturn continued, as he stepped a little closer and positioned the tip of his waiting member mere inches from Maylene's slit. "For me to violate her further his is purely for your viewing pleasure."

Cynthia shut her eyes, but Maylene's waiting crotch was too close for her not be able to hear the delicate sound of Saturn sliding himself into her. The girl let out a loud, lusty moan that was met with a pleased hiss from both Saturn and Jupiter, and Cynthia wanted to throw up. Having her brainwashed friend and colleague get violated so close to her was the worst experience yet, even worse than Mars's painful attack with the novelty toy. Then she remembered it was all being broadcast. Maylene had more than a few fans, and the criminals had said this was being sent out to every television in Sinnoh...

"By the way," Saturn continued, "If it makes a difference. Maylene confessed to me that she is not on any sort of birth control. So on top of being our brainwashed toy, she'll surely be pregnant soon, if she is not already."

Stop, Cynthia thought to herself, It would be less cruel to just execute both of us.

She heard a wet slapping sound as Saturn started to thrust his hips into Maylene. Cynthia still refused to open her eyes, but she could feel the girl moving her hips energetically on top of her, the whole bench shaking a little from the motion. Maylene was enthusiastic, grunting and moaning as she slapped her hips back into Saturn's, and Cynthia couldn't stop herself from picturing it in her mind, the girl's dainty frame being violated by Saturn's foul instrument.

"Look at that, guys!" Mars exclaimed. "I think she's crying!"

Cynthia opened her eyes, realizing a single tear was running down her cheek. She wasn't crying, it was just from having her eyes shut so tightly. But now she was looking at the action taking place on top of her, with Saturn's balls swinging grossly as he fucked Maylene on top of her.

"Please cum in me..." Maylene pleaded. "I want to feel your seed deep inside of me."

"Use your mouth on me," Jupiter grunted. "Not on talking."

"Don't be selfish, Jupiter," the man grunted. "Let her share with us what she wants."

"Oh, come on..." Jupiter complained.

"Cum in me," Maylene begged. "Bury your fat rapist dick as deep into my tight little pussy as it can reach. Press your cock right up against my womb and spit out a thick fertile load of cum straight into my deepest parts. I want you to relieve yourself. I want to please you. My pussy exists solely for your pleasure. I am your obedient cocksleeve. I am just a hole that's meant to accept semen. Nothing makes me happier than having a man empty his balls into me and make my fuck-hole into a filthy, sticky mess."

"Did you put all that in her head, Saturn?" Mars asked from behind the camera.

Saturn grunted with release, sheathing himself as deep inside Maylene as he could, and Cynthia realized with revulsion that she was watching him finishing inside her. She saw the man's balls clenched up, his dick twitching gently as it pulsed a sticky load into Maylene's defiled passage. The sounds of Saturn's pleasured grunting were like ice picks being driven into her ears. But the worst part was how much Maylene seemed to be enjoying it, the way she was gasping and moaning as her body was defiled.

"Great, now go back to eating me out," Jupiter ordered the girl.

"Kadabra, try again," Saturn ordered.

Cynthia's senses went hazy again, the weight of Maylene on top of her fading away as the world went dark. A loud, authoritative voice echoed through her head, giving her a simple offer.

"If you choose to obey me," is said, "You won't feel upset or guilty any longer. You can just be happy instead."

"That would be nice," Cynthia mused. "But I don't think you have my best interests in mind."

"But it will be so much worse if you do not obey," the voice continued. "Do you want to get hurt even more? Wouldn't it be nice to not have to ever feel bad again?"

"I don't want to get hurt," Cynthia admitted. "But... pain is part of life. And pain goes away, eventually. It can even be cathartic, once enough time has passed."

"You will obey me," the voice demanded, sounding angry. "You are our slave. You are our toy. You will be raped, defiled, abused, debased, made to accept your role as breeding stock until you are prepared to do as you are told!"

"You can probably force me to do anything," Cynthia admitted. "You've got me beat, I won't argue that. But you can't make me like it. You don't have that power."

The world faded back into existence just in time for Cynthia to watch Saturn pull out of Maylene, a thin strand of cum trailing from her pussy before snapping and landing on Cynthia's cheek. She winced, like she'd been hit in the face with a brick. She wondered if she could headbutt Saturn in the balls before he moved away.

Then the door exploded. Part of the metal frame flew over Mars's head, nearly scalping the woman, and a huge yellow pokemon stomped into the room. Everyone but Maylene turned to see what was going on, just in time to see an Electrivire shoot off a blast of electricity that knocked out everyone in the room.

---

Volkner had been in Veilstone city to help look for Maylene, even though Cynthia had ordered the gym leaders of Sinnoh to let her handle it by herself. He had been in the industrial part of town, talking to a mechanic about what he had seen lately, when the television in the lobby came on with a live feed of his boss hanging from the ceiling. A voice from off-camera was talking, and then Cynthia said something that was covered up by a long bleep. But he was able to read her lips, and Cynthia had said where she was being held. He made one phone call to the police and had them meet him there. He would lead the charge.

Storming the base was easy. It was like somebody – perhaps Cynthia – had already beat up most of the grunts before he'd gotten there. The fools were disorganized without any leaders there to give them orders, and no one even sounded an alarm, if there had even been one to sound. The police handcuffed and arrested grunts as Volkner disabled the few that resisted, and the small army of officers moved quickly through the base in the gym leader's wake.

Luxray had pounced on a particularly cowardly grunt, and the man had revealed to Volkner that the the commanders were in something called the "pig pen" along with Cynthia. Volkner didn't know what they were doing with the champion, but the broadcast had claimed to be live, and that meant he had to get there as quickly as possible to put a stop to it. The grunt gave him directions, and Volkner sprinted through the base.

Electrivire had broken down the door and disabled the three Galactic commanders. The indiscriminate attack had also taken out Maylene and Cynthia, but based on the state that the champion was in, being rendered unconscious was probably a mercy. Maylene was an oddity – she had been on top of Cynthia with her pants pulled down and no restraints whatsoever, so it wasn't clear what her role in all this was. The paramedics were called in, and the good news was that everyone was fine, at least physically. Once the three commanders were deemed healthy enough to be dragged off to jail, they were handcuffed and escorted out of the base by half a dozen officers.

---

Cynthia was slow to wake up, gradually becoming aware that she was lying in a bed, among the ambient noises of a hospital. The last thing she clearly remembered was a vague sensation that Mars was killing her, fucking her with...

She tried to sit up and assess her surroundings, but her belly was stiff and protested her movements. She recognized the distant sense of not-quite-pain that told her she was on strong painkillers, for the first time in a very long time. She wiggled her fingers and toes, confirming she was all in one piece. That was something.

Volker walked into view, his eyes widening with surprise. "You're awake!" he said.

"What happened?" Cynthia asked, her voice sounding a little hoarse. Her mind was still lingering on the vivid memory of Mar's gleeful face as she violated her. She also remembered a Kadabra, and...

"You bit off more than you could chew," the man said, a little coldly. "You shouldn't have gone in there alone. But you're safe, now. That's what matters."

"Blaming the victim, are we?" Cynthia snapped. But then her tone softened; she didn't have the energy to be anything but grateful. "Thank you for rescuing me. Those psychos were going to kill me. Or worse..."

"I'm no therapist," Volkner said, "but you should probably try not to think about it."

"Maylene," Cynthia said, suddenly remembering the other victim. "Is she all right? The last thing I remember... she was with us, and... Electrivire... the door exploded, and..."

"She's all right," Volkner said. "She's actually in better shape then you are. The doctor said you're basically one huge bruise from the ribs down. He said you looked like you were in a boxing match."

"Maylene punched me," Cynthia said dismissively. "She's under mind control or something. You have to-"

"Cynthia," Volkner said sternly. "You're in a hospital because they seriously hurt you. It isn't your job to worry about Maylene right now."

"Yes, it is!" she insisted. "We knew Team Galactic was dangerous, and she went into the base, and she got captured because no one was there to back her up, and I..."

She realized she was ranting, and she cut herself off, trying to maintain her composure.

"I tried to rescue her," Cynthia said slowly. "But I just... got captured, too..."

Volkner stared at her a little blankly, the man not sure what to say in a situation like this. In the corners of Cynthia's eyes, tears began to well up.

"The important thing is you're all right now," Volker said again, a little weakly. The words sounded hollow to her.

"I..." Cynthia said, struggling to find words through the lump in her throat. "I don't think I am."

As the weight of her experience finally overwhelmed her, Cynthia finally cried.