I figured I’d just write some shorter scenes/stories, aka vignettes, for a few characters from Pokemon. There’s quite a few trainers to choose from, so why not do more than one shorter story!
As a usual disclaimer: these stories contain bondage, sexual themes, and some also contain kidnapping/damsel-in-distress themes. I recommend turning away if that does not interest you.
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“Perfect. Hold that pose for a few more shots, Elesa.” The photographer stated, as another set of flashes from his camera filled the studio.
Elesa didn’t even blink as she held herself perfectly still. A top model should be used to the constant beams of light anyways, not to mention how the blinding sparks of her electric Pokemon served as suitable practice for enduring these bright flashes. She looked straight ahead, her head slightly angled as she gave the camera a soft smile. One arm laid limp by her side while the other rested on her hip, while her long, bare legs stood perfectly straight. It was a simple process, really: hold the pose and let the photographer walk all around you while he found the right angles for the perfect shots.
That was how Elesa lived her life as a model, though the glamour and fame did seep into her side as a gym leader. She’d never be seen in battle without an elegant outfit and a stunning look!
Of course, a photo shoot was more than just a single pose. A few shots kneeling, an alluring finger placed upon her lips, each slight change eventually snowballed into an entirely different posture and pose unrecognizable from the first. Eventually, she even threw aside her fluffy, yellow coat of fur, leaving her in attire that could be more recognizable as a swimsuit than as an actual, daytime outfit. But a bit of allure was always quite fashionable, right?
She posed for another few sets of pictures before the manager of the shoot stepped in. He simply threw two items towards Elesa, to which she barely caught with either hand. She took a close, almost confused look at the two items for a moment while the men just looked at her, as if they expected her to know what they were.
“These are… bracelets? Cuffs? They do seem a little thick…” Elesa remarked, imagining that the thick, yellow leather would cover more than just her wrist. Small chains jingled from each one, which seemed a little odd.
“Latest in fashion, Elesa. You don’t want to be falling behind there, right?” The manager asked, a smile with devious intent printed on his face.
“No, no, of course not,” Elesa began, already slapping one of them on her wrist, “it’s just a bit of a strange choice, from my view.”
“I’m sure they’ll grow on you!” The photographer chimed in, before snapping a few more pictures of Elesa with the new accessory. This continued for another few minutes, before the manager stepped in once more, holding another set of the items.
“...Anklets, I suppose?” Elesa asked, this time not hesitating to put them on as the manager gave the woman a simple nod. The single, short chains hanging off of each one would clink against each other softly whenever her legs brushed close to one another, and she completed another set of shots with the accessories.
The manager stepped onto the blank set, waving away the cameraman with a smile. He turned to Elesa, speaking just a few words as he moved much closer towards the model.
“There’s just this very specific pose I’d like for you to give a try, let me show you…” He gently grabbed Elesa’s arms, leading them down and behind her back, his hands running down her smooth skin before they reached the bracelets and-
Click! The sound confused the model, and as the manager let go of her hands, she testingly pulled them away, only for her to suddenly be unable to do so more than an inch. The jingling of the chains once more was enough for Elesa to look over her head, only to see that the bracelets had been chained to one another, acting more as handcuffs rather than fashionable accessories. Her panicked gaze turned up to the manager, which was met with only a frightening smile.
His hand suddenly shot up to her mouth, covering it and serving the purpose of temporarily gagging her. An “MMPPHHF!” from the model showcased that quite effectively, hushing her cries and making her words unintelligible. It aided in the arm that wrapped around her stomach, pulling her in and holding her firmly in position within the manager’s rough grasp. With her arms already restrained, there was little she could do against his sudden assault, and desperate eyes turned towards the other men in the room. The photographer, the one in charge of lighting, even the “guard”..!
She quickly realized by their unshocked expressions, that she was the only one not in on it. Elesa began to desperately flail her legs, kicking the manager’s shins with a frantic ferocity that elicited grunts of pain from his mouth. Despite her efforts, his grip still held firm, and even if it didn’t, the others were already upon her. Her right leg was suddenly caught out of the air, held in position by their invasive hands until another man could grab the other one. It only took a little bit of effort to connect the two chains between her anklets, a restraint that was exactly like the one that bound her wrists.
With her legs sufficiently subdued, the manager slowly pushed her to the ground, his hand still firmly placed on her mouth. Hands that she couldn’t keep track of held her body down, the manager still using the brunt of his weight as the most effective method of trapping her upon the floor. As Elesa attempted to scream out into it once again, she was surprised when the hand suddenly removed itself from her mouth, giving the woman one chance to draw attention-
She was caught off guard by the sudden shoving of a yellow ball into her mouth, a pair of leather straps swiftly tightened around her cheeks, and tied off at the back of her head to hold the sphere in place. Her groans were now as useless as they were with the hand, but now he had a free one to work with…
He wasted no time in descending on Elesa’s body, groping the model through her outfit in a manner that elicited her loudest moans yet. The other men worked on the rest of her body, some snaking along her legs and ass, while one set connected a longer chain from Elesa’s ankle cuffs to her wrists, hog-tying the model and ensuring that she’d stay on the ground.
The photographer kneeled in front of her, ready to taunt the model. “There’s a lot of people who’d pay a lot more for you instead of just photos. Even so…”
He held up the camera, pointing it straight at the defeated gym leader’s face.
“Smile for the camera..!”
* * * * *
“Remind me why I agreed to this little bet, again?” Nessa winced slightly as the ropes tightened around her forearms, the woman tying her having already placed her wrists against the opposing elbow in a box-tie position.
“You were the one who suggested we make our “practice” battle a little more interesting! The only person you have to blame for losing is yourself.” Sonia pinned the half-struggling Nessa to her bed as she spoke, working on the restraints that secured her arms in a comfortable yet strict position.
“Well, I didn’t expect you’d have something like this in mind! Nor did I expect your electric doggy to sweep through my entire team! Stupid type advantages…”
Sonia giggled as she continued tying the harness of ropes around Nessa’s body. “It’s just a little incentive to not lose to me again! And how does it feel? Nice and tight?”
“I suppose… wait, these ropes won’t leave marks, right? Sonia, I have a challenger to deal with tomorrow! You know my outfit won’t hide them!”
“Well, given that you are currently wearing said outfit, I had an inkling of an idea that, yes, it would be the case for you.”
Nessa groaned, shaking slightly in her bonds that grew by the second. The harness of rope encircled her chest, pinning her arms to her back-side while also ensuring that any tugging or resistance would be hindered by the tightening of rope elsewhere. Regardless she struggled, shaking her body underneath the pressure of Sonia’s, the constant movement hindering Nessa’s vulnerability to be bound.
“Stop… moving… around!” Sonia exclaimed, as she struggled with the last of the knots for the harness.
“Make me!” Nessa replied, giggling as her efforts continued.
“Maybe I will!”
SMACK!
The spank came down suddenly on Nessa’s rear, without Sonia thinking about it until she’d already hit the gym leader’s cheek with a significant amount of force. A sudden grunt from Nessa was all that came out of either of the women for a long moment of deafening silence. Sonia was about ready to apologize for going too far-
But she watched, as Nessa turned her head, revealing her awkward smile, cheeks flushed to the brim with a rosy red. The blush quickly transferred to Sonia as she realized just what that meant. Though the two remained quiet for another moment, the atmosphere was entirely different from before. Sonia continued binding Nessa, weaving a series of ropes around her legs, strictly pinning her thighs, knees, and ankles together. With her hands-free of rope, Sonia leaned in, her hands beginning at Nessa’s shoulders, massaging them gently, before they began to venture downwards…
Unobjected, they brushed against Nessa’s curves, simply feeling before Sonia’s hands squeezed softly. The moan that escaped Nessa’s lips only encouraged more of that squeezing, fingers soon rubbing against the nipples that had hardened underneath her top. Nessa squirmed in her bonds at the touch, unable to resist it in the slightest, regardless of how hard she could pull, struggle, resist her bindings..!
How exciting it was. Sonia realized that those moans of hers were beginning to grow louder and louder, and she’d prepared a solution for that very problem in advance.
“Open wide,” Sonia commanded, as she fumbled with her bag, before pulling out an oddly patterned ball. It resembled a Pokeball, colored blue with black outlines, but its size was far too small to actually be one, and those straps on the sides of it didn’t make any sense either. And why exactly would Nessa open wide for-
Oh! Nessa realized. In resistance, Nessa shook her head, sealing her lips shut without any intention to open them up anytime soon. Of course, she was well aware of what Sonia’s response to this would be.
“Don’t make me make you…” Sonia whispered, threateningly raising a hand above Nessa’s bottom, while the other pressed the ball against her lips. A quick wink from the bound lady was enough for the hand to come piercing down through the air, completely unhindered and with all of Sonia’s strength behind it.
SMACK!
Sonia was shocked when Nessa’s lips held, her teeth biting her bottom lip to keep it shut. But Nessa definitely held back a moan there, and even without that, Sonia had no reason to stop at just one.
SMACK! SMACK!
All it took was a second of lost focus, a second to let out an “A-Ah!” for the ball to be shoved into Nessa’s mouth. Sonia quickly lodged it between her captive’s teeth, and pulled the straps around her head quickly and efficiently before connecting them underneath her dark blue hair.
“Gotcha! Nessa was caught!” Sonia exclaimed out loud, mostly to herself. The gym leader certainly was “caught” in some capacity though, shaking and struggling playfully in her bonds while her teeth nibbled on the newly added gag. A stream of drool began to run down the corner of Nessa’s mouth, an additional little humiliation to add to her predicament.
“Well, what should I do now…” Sonia continued, “I suppose I need to write an entry for you, right?”
Sonia’s hands explored every inch of Nessa’s body. “Nice, smooth skin,” she mentioned, as her hands ran along Nessa’s exposed back, “...perky, impressive breasts,” Sonia whispered, as she took another generous set of squeezes, lingering for a few seconds, “...and how could I forget about that ass?”
Another quick smack forced a jolted moan out of Nessa’s gagged mouth. She turned her head over to Sonia, looking up at her with a submissive gaze, eyes practically begging for more attention.
And right now, Sonia had nothing else to attend to.
* * * * *
Cynthia sighed as she recalled her fainted Pokemon. She supposed that it wasn’t too surprising that a Team Galactic commander put up a decent fight… What was her name again? Mars?
She supposed she should commend the commander for being strong enough to take out one of her’s, anyways. That being said, Cynthia was pretty sure that this Purugly was Mars’ last Pokemon, and the reigning Champion of Sinnoh had many choices to finish it off. Her Lucario, or Garchomp would be fine choices, or-
“Alright, Purugly! Use Hypnosis!”
What? Cynthia hadn’t even sent out a Pokemon yet. The only thing Mars could possibly be aiming those rays at was… was…
As they hit her, Cynthia’s body suddenly fell very weak. She collapsed to the ground, unable to even use her arms to keep herself up, before those grew limp as well. The last control she had over her body, were a pair of wavering eyelids that slowly grew shut before she passed out without a shred more resistance.
*****
Mmm… Cynthia murmured as she slowly came to. Though conscious, she was hardly in a state to even try to move her body around, her mind still so groggy from the surprise attack by that Galactic commander. Her memory still fluctuated with the event, a dizzying sensation overcoming her mind despite the lack of vision. That assault on her was certainly a cheap move, and a very illegal one at that…
But where was she now? Though her eyelids forced themselves open, she saw nothing but encompassing darkness. Before she could even think about her sight, a sudden pain flared in her shoulders, or perhaps she just finally realized it was there. The Champion began to stretch her arms around-
And that was when she realized something was wrong. She couldn’t wiggle her arms an inch from the unusual, awkward position of parallel behind her back, and there was a strange sensation pressing them together tightly, encompassing her entire arms’ length. As her eyes flickered, she soon realized that the darkness was the result of a pressure upon her face, covering her eyes at the very least. The scent of leather snuck into Cynthia’s nose, and she began trying to take breaths from her mouth, only to realize it too was covered. A panel of some sorts seemed to be placed over it, and she soon realized that something had been stuffed inside her mouth as well. A simple “mmm!” was the loudest sound Cynthia could produce with this gag.
She shook around her body, feeling as though it was trapped to some kind of chair. Pulling and tugging hard enough allowed the woman to realize that straps bound her to some kind of chair, further trapping her like this. One particular annoying restraint was tied around her neck, meaning that pulling too hard would only succeed in cutting off her air. A devious, and sadistic way of discouraging resistance. Her bottom half had specific attention devoted to them as well, tying each leg of her own to a chair’s, with what felt like an overkill amount of restriction.
And despite having largely identified her various restraints, she still hadn’t the slightest idea as to where she actually was? A storage house in the middle of nowhere? A Galactic base? With this level of restraints though, it was very obvious that someone --that Galactic commander, probably-- had no intention of letting her walk free.
One of the few senses Cynthia still had available came to her aid. The clicking of heels against some metal ground snuck into the captive’s ears alerting her that someone was approaching. There was little she could do other than wait for them to come to her, wait for the usual exposition from these upstart villains…
The footsteps walked past her, not even bothering to check if Cynthia was finally awake. She listened closely for other sounds, hearing the clanging of metal… doors, she presumed? Perhaps that was a cell door… was she being held in some kind of prison?
Another set of footsteps entered her hearing range. This time, as they grew louder, they began to slow down, and Cynthia was certain that they’d stopped in front of her.
“Y’know, it really doesn’t matter how strong of a trainer you are, if I just do that to you.”
“...mmmph!” The Champion groaned into her gag in response, a sound that was largely suppressed, pulling and struggling against the rigorous restraints. All this did was put on an amusing show for the Galactic commander to watch.
“Unfortunately for you, Master Cyrus has big plans that a pesky Champion can’t get in the way of. So, we’ll hold you here until you can share in the glory of his new world. Isn’t that just lovely? And, since I feel a little bad about the surprise hypnosis, I’ve left you a little gift to enjoy until then!”
Cynthia heard the clicking of some buttons, and then felt what Mars was referring to. A teasing vibration began to form in Cynthia’s crotch, some type of device pressed firmly against her sensitive spot to cause such a feeling. Her struggles started up once more, reflexively responding to the vibrations as an unintentional moan was thankfully hidden by her gag.
“Well then… ‘Champion’, enjoy your stay.”
As the heeled steps became quieter and quieter, the sound of the buzzing in her crotch became just as distracting as the feeling itself.