DISCLAIMER!
This story contains non-consensual bondage and lesbian tendencies! If this offends you, please turn away!

"Okay, that's all for today.", Roxanne announced to her class, prompting a general outbreak of shuffling chairs and sudden conversation among the children, forcing her to raise her voice. "On Monday, we'll look into type advantages again! Make sure to read up on the Fairy type in preparation!"

She sighed softly, hoping that some of her students had at least listened to her before storming out of the building, into their weekend. A teaching position at Rustboro's trainer school was something she had been wanting for a while, even in addition to her gym leader duties, but it certainly wasn't always an easy job.

Turning to the whiteboard, she cleaned it off, before ordering the markers and beginning to gather her papers. She would finish preparations for the next lecture in the back office, then take a little break before heading out to the gym to await challengers.

Just when Roxanne opened the back door, she heard steps behind her. She looked over her shoulder, fully expecting it to be some of the children, returning for a forgotten bag or item, but instead, there were two young women, both slightly taller than Roxanne herself, slowly approaching her through the classroom. They were dressed in matching red hooded shirts, with a black M-shaped symbol emblazoned on the chest, a black mini-skirt and red boots and gloves. From underneath the hood of one of them, curly black hair fell over her shoulders, framing her rather pale face. The other, with the hood put down, sported an undercut on both sides of her head, her long black hair styled in a mohawk, tied at the back of her head.

"Can I help you?", Roxanne asked hesitantly, unsure who she was dealing with and, honestly, a little intimidated.

The strange women stopped, a few feet away from her, and looked at each other briefly, before the hooded woman addressed her, with a surprisingly friendly tone.

"Hi. I was wondering if you could just hand over the research data you're working on here."

Roxanne stared back in disbelief for a moment before turning back to the door. She really didn't have time for jokes like this, her workload was already too much for today.

"The school is closed for today.", she said dismissively, "If you're interested in our research, I suggest you talk to--hey!" She jumped as she was pushed against the door, a strong hand pressing against her back, dropping her papers in the process. She looked over her shoulder and was about to complain, but as soon as she opened her mouth, another hand pushed something between her lips, something she identified as a red rubber ball, just big enough to fill out her mouth completely. She tried to turn her head away and struggled, but one of the women grabbed hold of her wrists and forced them on her back, while the other pulled the straps of the gag behind her head and buckled it tight.

Panic set in, Roxanne started to struggle harder and tried to scream, but the rubber ball muffled her voice too well and she didn't stand a chance against the strong hands that now forcefully bent her arms, holding her lower arms horizontally parallel to one another, while the second pair of hands started winding rope around them, pulling uncomfortably tight before one of them opened the door and the attackers pushed her through to the office.

The door fell closed and the hooded woman turned the lock, shutting it with a sound that felt terribly final, while the mohawk girl pushed her towards the office chair, sitting her down in it. She put a hand on Roxanne's shoulder and stared her down.

"Listen, we'll get what we want and leave again, we won't hurt you if you sit still like a good girl."

Roxanne snarled, as well as she could, glaring back up at the stronger woman. She knew her chances were bad, but she was a gym leader! She was supposed to be an example, she couldn't just sit down and let these women rob the office! In a defiant attempt, she pushed herself to her feet, but the woman effortlessly pushed her down again.

"The hard tour then. Kenna!"

The curly-haired woman skipped over to her partner, handing her a red duffel back, which had escaped Roxanne's notice until now, before heading to the file cabinets, probably to start looking for whatever they were here for.

The intimidating robber dropped the bag on Roxanne's desk and produced another length of rope, quickly bending down to grab the teacher's legs. Roxanne screamed defiantly and kicked her legs, but to no avail. Quickly, her pantyhose-clad legs were carefully and securely tied, rope winding around her ankles, below and above her knees.

As the one called Kenna was still looking around, and making a mess of the place by the sound of it, Roxanne was pulled closer to her tormentor, who took more rope, winding it around her body, just below her breasts, to pin her arms to her torso. She still struggled, but had gotten not only weaker but discouraged. She couldn't move much anymore anyway and she didn't really expect to get anywhere with her attempts, it was more of a mostly silent declaration of defiance, refusing to sit by and let it happen.

"Anything yet?", the mohawk woman called into the rest of the room, as she pulled out more rope. How much more was there even to tie? Roxanne already felt like she couldn't move anything useful.

"There's a safe. I'm working on it.", Kenna reported with a strangely cheerful tone.

Roxanne was pulled into an upright sitting position, more rope being wound around the top of her breasts, pushing her chest out as if to show it off. She wriggled her shoulders in a weak manner to further declare her protest. Some more rope was added, pulled over and under her shoulders, winding around the chest ropes to pull them tighter. Roxanne carefully strained her arms, only to realize that they were completely immobile.

"Okay, give me a shot, you watch the girl." the woman finally said as she got up, turning the corner, only for Kenna to emerge into Roxanne's view again, smiling and giving a little wave, as if she wasn't involved in kidnapping her and robbing her workplace right now.

Several painfully long minutes passed, with quiet clicking from somewhere in the room. Roxanne, unable to move or stand up, with only Kenna to look at, who had sat down on the desk, crossing her legs, was trying her best to not panic or think too much. She wasn't in control now anyway and these two, while undoubtedly criminals, did not seem like terrible people. At least not terrible enough to just leave her. Right? She carefully moved her hands, trying to see if she could reach any knots, while she drooled onto her blouse, unable to swallow.

A slightly louder click and the sound of swinging hinges was heard, followed by the mohawk woman's voice.

"There we go. This has to be it." She turned the corner again, quickly shoving a file of some kind into the bag. "Mission accomplished."

Kenna hopped off the desk, then turned to look at Roxanne.

"What do we do with her?" While her partner was still thinking, she grinned, stepped up to the tied girl and pulled her up from the chair, grabbing her by the rope. "She's cute. Can we keep her?"

"MMMhp!" Roxanne's eyes widened as she blushed, struggling in her bonds. Kenna's hands wandered down her arms, over her hips, taking a firm grasp of Roxanne's ass, making her jump and squeal behind the gag.

"No, you can't." the other woman said strictly, but also smiled and stepped up to the two, stepping behind the gym leader, running her hands over her shoulders, down her arms and to her chest, gently squeezing her breasts. "It's a shame, though."

Roxanne's heart pounded, her body sending signals that conflicted with the state of mind she was in. It started getting hot, very hot, as the strong but gentle hands felt up her tied body, taking full advantage of her helplessness. Soon, she couldn't stop herself from moaning softly, a tense feeling settling in, begging for release. A different kind of release than she had wanted before.

"Actually, maybe Courtney would like her.", the woman behind her said finally, in a sultry tone, her lips dancing over Roxanne's neck, making her shiver. "Bringing her a present like this could get us some bonus points."

Kenna chuckled, pressing her own body closer to Roxanne's, massaging her cheeks, staring deep into her eyes. "I can't guarantee I won't steal her for myself."

The pounding moved into Roxanne's head, overpowering her thoughts, moaning and whining loudly, in an attempt to communicate her desire. The women seemed to understand, as the one behind her grabbed her breasts harder, pinching her nipples through the fabric of her blouse, while Kenna ran a hand in front, gently running one finger over...





Roxanne gasped slightly as her eyes fluttered open. She sat up, pushing the covers off of her upper body, drenched in sweat, a nagging feeling all over. She bit her lip, trying to recapture the dream, but it was gone. She was awake. She groaned in frustration and buried her face in her palms.

"Mmh, what's wrong...?" a sleepy voice said next to her.

Roxanne looked down at the redhead, her eyes still closed, face buried in the pillow. Roxanne smiled softly and gently squeezed the girl's hand.

"Nothing, nevermind. I just... thought of something to try soon."