Disclaimer!
The following short story contains non-consensual bondage. If this offends you in any way, please reconsider reading!

The following story takes place in the same continuity as Pokemon: A to M and it's sequels. Reading these stories for context is not necessary, however.



"Administrator!"

Courtney looked up from the paperwork on the desk she had pretended to read thoroughly. Reports had become highly uninteresting in recent times, since the lasting stalemate with not only the police and Aqua but Rocket as well. She brushed her short black hair behind her ear and looked at the uniformed secretary who had entered her office.

"What is it, Summer?" she said with not enough care in her voice to present the illusion of interest.

Summer stiffened slightly as she saluted her superior, a strand of her own brown hair slipping into her face from below the red hood of the Team Magma uniform.
"Ma'am, one of our patrols has picked up a registered deserter. It looks like she tried to sneak back into the outpost with her old uniform."

Courtney brightened up at the news, slowly rising from her chair. "Is that so. We have a prisoner then?" She chuckled and walked around her desk, leaning on the front of it. "Very well then, have her brought in."

Summer saluted again briefly and headed out the office, returning shortly after, with three people in tow, all of them wearing the standard grunt uniforms. The two grunts at the sides, one male the other female, saluted her properly with one hand each, holding the third person between them.

The deserter was wearing a standard female variation of the uniform, but it looked slightly dishevelled, likely from a struggle. The hood was pulled off her head, revealing long, curly black hair. Her arms were bound behind her back and the grunts had stuffed her mouth with a red scarf, a second one holding it in as a cleave gag.

Courtney moved closely to her, grabbing her chin and making her look up. She had seen that face before. If she recalled correctly, she had last been sent to Slateport, to extract something from one of the warehouses. The deserter looked up at her, fear evident in her eyes, tears forming in the corners. Courtney adored every little bit of that expression.

"You either have guts or you're incredibly stupid. Coming back here after being gone for so long." She pulled the prisoner away from the grunts, wrapping an arm around her hips, eliciting a panicked whimper. "I'm sure you would love a chance to explain yourself. Hahaha! But I'm afraid I'm not interested in your excuses."

Courtney tossed the girl towards her desk, watching her stumble, as she turned her back on the two grunts and the secretary. She sorely needed some entertainment like this after all the boredom she had to endure day after day since the stalemate began. She grasped a fistful of the black curls with one hand, bending the deserter over the table, fixating her behind as a target for her other hand.

"Admi--mmmmmhh...!"

Courtney whipped around, just in time to see the male grunt clasping a hand over Summer's face, pressing some kind of rug to her mouth and nose. Her eyes fluttered closed and her body slumped, almost instantly.

At the same moment, the female grunt rushed for Courtney herself, reaching out for her with one hand, holding a rug in the other. Courtney reacted swiftly, kicking the grunt against the thigh, making her yelp and stumble. Just as she went to grab the spy, the bindings of the prisoner snapped and she entered the struggle, tackling Courtney to the ground.

The next few seconds went by in a daze, with small jolts of pain, struggling and finally the damp feeling of a rug lulling her into unconsciousness...



When Courtney's consciousness slowly returned, the first thing to blaze to life was her anger. Anger at the deserter and the spies for pulling a stunt like that, anger at herself for falling for it and anger at Summer for generally failing her duties in that situation.

Although she had a pretty good idea what must have happened, she first tried to move her body, finding it - to no surprise - largely immobilized. Opening her eyes still left her in darkness, confirming the suspicion that she had been blindfolded as well. Furthermore, the draft on her skin let her know that she had been undressed, most likely down to her underwear. Even though she still felt a little numb, she could clearly recognize the harsh pull of rope.

It was winding around her arms, pinning them against her torso. Her wrists and lower arms were tied together behind her back, roped up all the way up to her elbows, forcing her to stick out her chest. More rope also wound around and between her breasts, framing them in a tight harness, with slacks of rope running over and under her shoulders and one loop even around her neck.

Courtney grunted quietly, testing out her voice, finding her jaws separated, a large rubber ball stuffed behind her teeth, held in by leather straps that pulled at the corners of her mouth. Her face heated up as she recognized the item. Who would even bring this to a mission like that? Already, she could feel drool running down her chin.

Moving on, she tried to move her legs. Her calves and thighs were pressed together, rope tying her bent knees and binding her ankles to her thighs, the position naturally leaving her legs spread a little bit.

The ground was cold, unmistakably a metal floor like mostly everywhere in the building, not giving her any clues on her location. She tried leaning forwards, but didn't get very far, the binding on her chest and arms tugging at her when she tried to pull away. She was probably tied to something on the wall.

Courtney grunted and struggled for a few seconds longer, before a soft giggle broke the silence around her. She stopped, her face flushed once again. Steps approached her over the metallic floor and the blindfold was pulled off of her eyes.

She was kneeling in a small chamber, shelves with office supplies and file cabinets lining the already narrow walls. The room was illuminated by a single, bare light-bulb. She recognized it now as a side closet close to her office.

In front of her stood a tall woman, with short black hair, wearing a black dress, which had a long slit on one side, showing off her bare leg. Over that, she was wearing a red poncho with a hood and the emblem of Team Magma inscribed on the chest.

Courtney growled up at her angrily. Those were her own clothes! She could only guess that this was the woman who had been posing as a female grunt earlier. They sneaked in an impersonator, in addition to everything else!

"Now, now, you only just woke up." the false Courtney teased her, ruffling her hair, "You don't want to overdo it now, do you?"

In all her anger, Courtney had to admit, she at least did a good job copying her, both in appearance and mannerisms. The fake grabbed her chin and made her look up properly.

"I'll just be using your key card to get some information and I'll be out of your hair. Of course, it might take a while until someone finds you. Hahaha!" She patted Courtney's cheek and turned to leave the chamber, turning off the light and closing the automatic door. A short buzzing sound signalled the electrical lock engaging.

In cramped darkness, Courtney continued her frustrated struggle.