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Pokémon chapter 6 - The big fish
🕑 Added 2018-09-08 11:18:54 +0000 UTCLatro woke up after a solid 9 hours of sleep. His body felt nearly completely recuperated. All that was missing was a big meal, which his on base chef had already prepared.
The burly merc thanked the former soldier and comrade in arms for his ever-diligent services on base and asking if the girls ever tried to approach him.
After the chef assured Latro he had never spoken to them but only kept an eye through the monitors, Latro he retreated to his room to have his meal whilst inspecting his captives through the various screens mounted to his desk.
But as entertaining as it was to see them struggle, he didn't yet have the luxury of sitting back and enjoying the show. One more tour was required to fulfil all his contracts.
After taking a hot shower and restocking his equipment, the burly mercenary headed back out again in a small but very fast stealth plan capable of water landings. His destination this time was Mandarin island.
After a trouble-free flight and circling the collection of islands, Latro spotted the one where Kanto’s elite four Lorelei lived. He landed his plane on the far side of the small island, a gorgeous sunset going on behind him. He then made his way to Lorelei's condo with its marvellous beach view.
The mercenary found the place empty, and retreated to scan the island from a higher up point. Eventually, he clocked her through his binoculars.
The voluptuous elite four member was walking along the coastline on bare feet, her black pumps dangling in her right hand as she held them with just a finger each. She was wearing her usual purple pencil skirt and black buttoned shirt. That last clothing piece seemed to bulge somewhat under the stress of her impressive bust, one button in particular had the impression of going at any minute.
Lorelei must have felt the same way, because she unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and let it sway in the gentle sea breeze, exposing her alluring black bra.
The gorgeous young woman eventually returned home, washing off the last of the sand with a public tap at the edge of the beach and slipping her high heels back on.
When she walked back into her house, she immediately felt something was off. It didn't take long to notice what.
The pokéballs she'd left behind were still lying on the kitchen top. Except they were enveloped by odd metalwork.
Rather than rush towards them, the cool-headed woman slipped her fingers into her large knockers and fished out the pokéball holding her lapras. After all, no trainer would ever leave the house without at least one partner.
Inside isn't exactly the best place to call her, but this is an emergency!
The bodacious trainer was about to call forth her friend when Latro jumped her from the next room. Finding her Pokémon inside the kitchen had felt like a stroke of luck initially, but it had also raised a red flag with the experienced merc.
He had a suspicion this woman would never leave the house 'unarmed', so after locking down the ones he found he had been ready to pounce at a moment's notice.
"AH!" Lorelei yelped as he grabbed her wrists and tried to prevent her from throwing the pokéball.
"Who are you?"
"The name's Latro, nice to meet you." He replied calmly as he tried to wrestle her arms together.
But Lorelei possessed a surprising amount of strength considering her slender limbs and bombshell proportions. She kept pulling back from the burly man, kneeing his shins and thighs as she tried to get her right hand free and summon her Lapras.
A brief struggle ensued, during which Lorelei finally managed to release her pokéball. Not with the usual amount of force, but it should have been enough to trigger the automatic release mechanism.
Or at least it would have, if not for Latro throwing one of his four-pronged pincers to chase after it and preventing it from opening.
"What?!" The redhead gasped, as she saw her pokéball drop to the floor, motionless like a dud grenade.
"What did you do to my- mprnn?!" The elite four began to ask before a bit gag was rudely shoved between her teeth and temporarily buckled into the first notch he found.
"Mrnnfgggn!" She moaned in pain and anger, but rather than focus on pulling it out again she had to keep fighting Latro, who was starting to pull her hands together.
She put up a valiant fight, but steadily lost more and more ground.
He's too strong!
Eventually, the bodacious trainer ended up completely immobilized with all her pokéballs trapped in Latro's cages.
The feisty redhead had proven to be such a hellcat that she didn't stop fighting even after her black shirt had been torn from her body to expose her bra.
When Lorelei wrists had been tied together, Latro took advantage of that by undoing her bra as well and getting a good look at those large breasts of hers.
Naturally the ice maiden had protested loudly, but that just spurred him to buckle the bit gag tighter and reduce her sultry voice to a string of growls and hisses.
He had proceeded to wrap her upper body in white nylon ropes, pulling them tight so the chest harness provided similar support and emphasis her black lingerie had done.
After that the burly merc had pulled her arms above her head and back down again so they ended up behind her neck with her elbows pointing in the air. He kept them there by tethering the last length of her wrist ropes to the back of her chest harness.
Whilst Latro had turned his attention to her long legs, Lorelei ad struggled and pulled on her arms. But the knots where nowhere in reach. Every time she pulled with her arms and tried to force the ropes to budge, the pressure on her breasts grew unbearable.
Not long after her arms had been rendered useless, the frogties her kidnapper tied did the same for her legs. Latro had even looped a length of rope around the base of her high heels to prevent her from kicking those off and make it easier to move around.
Her assailant had barely backed off or Lorelei started thrashing around vehemently, no longer hindered by his strong arms interfering with her slender body’s already limited movement.
But it was too late, she could scarcely move a muscle anymore and any ropes her fluttering fingers could grasp seemed devoid of any knots. Her legs wouldn't budge an inch anymore, too strictly pressed together in those frogties forcing her to kneel in front of Latro.
Saliva had begun pooling in her mouth from the bit gag stimulating her tongue every time she tried to push it out, but the stiff rubber bar was unshakable.
"Hah ish ohr urosh hee (What is your purpose here)?!" The elite four trainer demanded to know.
"You."
"Hahn?!"
"I'm here to collect you. Why else would I fly to a remote island such as this?"
"Oheck eeh? Haih (Collect me? Why)?!"
"That'll become clear once we get to my base. Although before that I still have a few more stops to make..."
He picked up the squirming bombshell and carried her down the desolate island track to where his airplane was moored.
"You'd better stop struggling for now." He warned as he prepared to take her on board. "Unless you feel confident you can swim like this when I drop you..."
Grudgingly, the red haired woman calmed down and allowed Latro to lift her into the back of his airplane, climbing in after her and closing the sliding door.
He abandoned his captive to take up position inside the cockpit and start his pre-flight checks.
Lorelei took advantage of her private moment to scan the plane for anything that could aid in her escape, but to her despair the hold of this small aircraft was basically empty. The only useful thing in sight were her Pokémon, but those were trapped inside those nefarious cages of his!
This is bad. Very bad...
As the plane started moving, throbbing slightly from the engines picking up speed, the helpless young woman couldn't shake the feeling she was in this mess for a long time to come...
A few hours later, under the cover of darkness, Latro touched down again near a large mansion on the border between Jotho and Sinnoh.
That mansion belonged to Karen, expert at handling 'dark' type Pokémon and an elite four of her region.
The gorgeous blonde had already slid her naked body underneath the silk sheets of her queen size bed and was deep asleep when the red-haired gun for hire picked the lock to her back door.
He spent some twenty minutes silently searching the place before he finally discovered her room.
The muscular mercenary snuck up to his target holding a rag doused in chloroform.
Karen was fast asleep, not even stirring as Latro loomed over her.
It wasn't until the rag was forcefully pressed over her mouth and nose that she was startled wide awake.
Her eyes shot open and she tried to sit up in reflex. But the first pungent gasp of the sedative made her meek and sluggish straight away. Latro had no trouble containing the blonde until she sunk back into an even deeper sleep.
When the bodacious beauty woke up again, the plane was already airborne and her fate already sealed.
Her head was ringing a little as the last remnants of the drug left her system, so it took her a while to understand why her arms and legs were so difficult to move.
Her arms had been trapped inside a white straitjacket, buckled up so tightly she could hardly move them without pulling the rest of her torso along for the ride. Wide strips of black tape had been wrapped around her ankles, calves, thighs and hips to completely seal her legs together.
The pump gag fitted inside her mouth had been inflated far enough to fill her mouth entirely, the tube still hanging from the black panel obscuring her mouth.
She was lying in the back of an airplane, next to an angrily squirming and shouting Lorelei.
The red haired trainer had gasped in shock when she saw the state in which Latro brought in her fellow elite four. Although part of her felt a tinge of jealousy for the blonde's almost comfy looking restraints. Her arms were starting to feel really sore from being bent out of shape for so long. All her wriggling hadn't exactly helped that.
The moment Latro retreated to his cockpit to prepare for flight again, she desperately wanted to inform Karen of what was going on and check with her if she knew anything more. It also would've been nice if they could discuss their options, since right now the ice Pokémon expert saw no way out of her predicament.
But after repeatedly nudging the blonde without success, she scooted back and rested her curvaceous body against the hull of the plane to rest.
When her fellow captive eventually did wake up, Lorelei immediately tried to get her attention. But even if the bespectacled woman hadn't been gagged, Karen was in no condition to be spoken to.
What happened? Where am I? Who did this to me? And why?!
Those and many other questions rushed through her mind.
"mnnnffff!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, curious to test the insultingly large rubber balloon in her mouth. To her shock, the pump gag had been inflated so much she could barely move her jaw, let alone make a decent sound!
The second all the fog cleared from her mind and she fully grasped her situation, the voluptuous blonde entered a frenzy!
She bounced and rolled around the floor with the energy of a dozen voltorb.
But as impressive as her thrashing was, it didn't seem to have any effect.
Even her wild kicking and swinging of her shapely legs seemed useless. She focused all of her strength in trying to prise them apart, but there was so much tape and it had been wrapped in such thick layers her legs couldn't move the way she needed them to.
Son of a-! I can't move at all like this!
It was even worse for her upper body. She could clearly feel the sleeves of her jacket had been buckled down behind her back, but there was nothing she could do with that information. She couldn't see the buckles and even if she could, undoing them was hopeless.
But what irritated her most about it was how the cotton of the jacket kept rubbing against her naked breasts and bare nipples as she writhed around.
Why didn't I sleep with my nightgown on? She cursed herself. Although the brute who took me might have just stripped it off me regardless, judging by Lorelei's situation.
"Mnrrrnnggg!" Karen howled into her gag as her energy ran out from her frantic tossing and turning.
Great, NOTHING happened... Now what?!
At that point Lorelei finally could get her attention.
"Kahuh (Karen)!" The redhead yelled.
The blonde turned to Lorelei. "Hmnf?"
The conversation that followed wasn't exactly a smooth one. Both women had to request the other repeat themselves on several occasions. It took an enervating amount of time for both women to get accustomed to the other's gag speak.
"No you haghe any inea oh uuhagh ih hoinh on? (Do you have any idea of what is going on?)"
She shook her head. " N rhhrmm mm rrm hrchmn hm hmrm rrcchmh? (I assume we are taken by team rocket?)"
"I non'gh ghhinch ho. GHhih nhan ih hau nhoue chuohehhionau (I don't think so. This man is far more professional)." The red haired woman replied.
"Hhmn mhr? Rnn mhm? (Then who? And why?)" Karen insisted. Mhrh'h hhm hrnnh rh hrchnng rh hrnhrnmr? Nh hm mrnhmn rrr Hrchémrn nh mrrrn'hm hmmn mrch mrhnmr- (What's the point of taking us prisoner? If he wanted our Pokémon it would've been much easier-)"
The jotho bombshell stalled. She'd been so focused on her own predicament she hadn't stopped to realize:
"Mhmrm rrm rrr Hrchémrn? (Where are our Pokémon?)" She suddenly yelped.
The ice trainer nodded towards the other side of the hull, despair written all over her face.
Twelve pokéballs were lying there, sealed in black metal cages.
"Mhrh hhm hmrr nnn hm nr hr rrr Hrchémrn?! (What the hell did he do to our Pokémon?!)"
After Lorelei explained how those metal frames worked, a large chasm developed in Karen's stomach.
That bastard sealed our Pokémon?! That's just... WRONG! EVIL!
"HMRGNNGGNNN!!!"
Lorelei rolled her eyes as her colleague burst into another struggling fit, kicking and swinging her legs around and twisting her torso so violently her breasts jiggled inside the straitjacket.
You're just wasting energy. Her more level-headed friend thought to herself. And time. Who knows how long this flight is going to take?
After her tantrum ended again, a panting Karen suggested Lorelei could undo the buckles of her straitjacket. Karen could then in turn untie her ropes.
It was a long shot, but Lorelei saw no other option. The bodacious redhead nodded, and the two started scooting closer together.
They muddled around for nearly an hour, trying to approach each other from every possible angle. But with Lorelei's hands so awkwardly positioned it proved impossible to get in reach of her fellow captive's tightly done up belts
Both women let out a long howl in frustration as the plane started slowing down.
Latro had reached his last stop: a large, seemingly abandoned island in the middle of Sinnoh's ocean.
A reliable source had told him Cynthia had a small hidden house next to the lagoon lying in the island's centre, which she used to vacation privately from time to time.
One of team aqua's upper echelon he was in contact with had confirmed to him she was there for this particular weekend.
But when his plane circled the island it to determine her location, he had a stroke of ill luck.
Despite it only being dawn, Cynthia was already up. The Sinnoh Pokémon champion was out swimming in the lagoon, and had her Milotic out with her!
"Damn it, just my luck!" He cursed. "A near-legendary water Pokémon accompanying her inside a massive lake! And I don't have the fuel left to turn back and try again. I have to strike now..."
The only positive part about the scene below was that Cynthia wasn't dressed in her full body black ensemble, but instead had only a skimpy black bikini with pale yellow markings covering her luscious body.
He gritted his teeth.
"It'll be risky, but I'll have to go for the backup plan..."
Down in the water, the first one to spot the silent plane coming in was Milotic. She chimed gently at her trainer to draw her attention.
"What's wrong girl?" The voluptuous champion asked before noticing plane making its decent.
"A visitor? That's odd." She remarked, as calm as the stagnant waters of the lagoon she was bathing in.
"Let's get to shore girl, that plane will probably create more than a few waves..."
Her Milotic swiftly brought the tall young woman to the sandy shoreline, where Cynthia dried herself off with a fluffy black towel and brushed most of the sand of her slender legs.
Meanwhile Latro made a faultless touchdown on the lagoon and waited for the ripples on the water surface to die down before lowering the motorized sloop mounted on the side of his plane.
When the tall and muscular gun for hire stepped on land he was greeted by an ever cool, yet curious Cynthia.
"And who might you be?"
"A collector."
"Collector? Of Pokémon?"
"Close enough." He smirked, reaching behind his back to retrieved a jet black pokéball.
"Come out you!" He shouted as he threw it in the air and brought out an Electrivire.
The large, bear-like Pokémon let out a crackling roar as he demonstrated his clear type advantage to the slender Milotic.
Cynthia's trained eye spotted this wasn't a weak specimen either.
If we go head to head, my chances of winning are slim. And my Milotic will definitely get hurt in the process...
"What's wrong? Afraid to attack?" Latro boasted.
"Not afraid, just strategizing." The calculating champion replied, bringing out her friend's ball.
She recalled her Milotic and slid the miniaturized pokéball into the belt adorning her hips, planning to bring out her spiritomb instead.
But that was exactly what Latro had been gunning for.
At first Cynthia thought he was throwing another pokéball. Nothing she couldn't handle, if he wanted two on two, she had plenty of partners at the ready.
But the thing he threw didn't open up and instead kept going, straight for her!
Latro had prepared a prototype device for this mission.
This thing was a large metal sphere which didn't just clamp around the pokéball, but was large enough to envelop Cynthia's hand and pokéball alike, preventing her from throwing the ball or grabbing another!
The blonde shrieked as the large and heavy orb clamped around her wrist, more out of shock than pain.
The luscious blonde was startled for a second, shaking her arm to try and dislodge the black clamp and get her Spiritomb out.
But the experienced trainer regained her composure the moment Latro himself started charging her.
"I see what's going on here. You're not a trainer, just a thug!"
She reached for her belt using her free hand, planning to bring out her Garchomp and end this bout in a flash. But the mercenary had prepared for that as well.
Using one of his four-pronged clamps he stopped Cynthia from calling forth the humongous dragon.
By the time she could take out a third pokéball, Latro charged into her and thrown her to the ground, wrestling his heavy body on top of her to prevent her from running.
"Get off me you brute!" She screamed as Latro unclipped her belt and threw it out of range.
"NO!" The blonde shrieked, squirming to climb out from under him. But her captor was much too strong, especially with one hand incapacitated by the heavy ball still clamped to her wrist.
She tried punching him with it, but the thing was too heavy for her to move it fast. He blocked the attack with ease and wrestled the arm back into the sand.
After that, Cynthia became powerless to stop him from ensnaring her luscious body inside a strange leather contraption.
In a matter of minutes, the bodacious blonde was rendered as helpless as all of Latro’s previous targets. Although for Cynthia, the burly mercenary had held nothing back to ensure she wouldn’t cause trouble.
Her upper body had been hoisted into a body harness of leather belts running alongside her body, over her shoulder, even around her neck in the form of a collar. Other belts wrapped around her waist and even ran in between her legs. After all of them had been buckled up and padlocked down, there was no way to slip the harness off anymore.
The wearer was blocked from pulling it down by the belts running over the shoulders and the collar on their neck. And pulling the harness up was impossible because of the two belts running in between the wearer’s legs coming from either hip to converge in the centre and then separate again behind the body.
That skin tight harness made the basis for Cynthia’s personal prison. By locking leather cuffs around her wrists and upper arms and connecting those to rings woven into the belts either side of her hips and chest, Latro had completely pinned her arms to her sides. After that a set of pouches forced her hands into fists and rendered them even more useless.
He had chosen to pin her hands there because the rings were easiest to reach. But thanks to the dozens of rings adorning her leather harness, Latro could contort and pin down her arms and legs in any number of ways, meaning she would never have a chance to get used to any one position and figure a way out.
Cynthia bucked and squirmed with immense fury, her large breasts bouncing around inside her bikini top. They were already bulging a little thanks to the belts digging into her skin, but the blonde didn’t have time to worry about any wardrobe slips. She was focusing all her attention on getting at least one hand free so she could try to reach for her Pokémon.
But whilst the gorgeous champion focused on her upper body, Latro had all the time to constrain everything the harness didn’t cover.
More leather cuffs buckled around her ankles and thighs soon locked the Cynthia’s long and shapely legs together, after which he rolled the gorgeous blonde onto her stomach.
“Oooff!” She groaned. “Stop this at once! If you don’t release me, I’ll- ooaaahhh!”
Cynthia’s threat was interrupted by Latro forcefully bending her legs and linking a very short chain from her connected ankle cuffs to one of the straps running across her upper back, hog chaining her.
He then started searching his bag again, giving the champion a moment to struggle and test her restraints.
But between the dozens of padlocks and the mass of sturdy leather coiling around her body made it impossible to even roll from her belly onto her side, let alone attempt any form of escape!
She tried flexing her hands inside the pouches and pulling her arms away from her body, but nothing worked.
This is impossible! I can barely move my body as it is, but the little freedom I still have left is no good to me at all.
“Mmrrgggnn! Ooww!” She grunted as she kicked her legs in frustration, momentarily dragging her large knockers out of the sand before squishing them into the gritty surface again.
“Having fun?” Latro taunted her.
“You fiend!” She shrieked back. “What is you reason for doing this to me?”
“I was asked to.”
“W-what?”
“Some people from the underground Pokémon world want you out of the way. You and a couple other people, for that matter.”
Cynthia’s eyes widened. “You’re kidnapping me, not to steal my Pokémon, but me?”
“That is correct.” Latro replied as he finally found the gag he wanted to use.
A panel gag, except instead of a spongy or rubber stuffing the object that was to fit past his captive’s pretty lips was a long, solid, rubber phallus.
“What in the name of Arceus is that?!”
“The technical term is ‘a penis gag’.” He replied educationally. “I take it you can guess where that name comes from.”
“Gag?! You’re going to fit that in my mouth?!”
“You should just about be able to manage it.” He said before slapping her right butt cheek hard enough to leave five fingers imprinted on her pale, smooth flesh.
“YEOOWWW!” The blonde yelped, giving Latro the opening to slot the penis gag into her mouth and buckle it up tightly.
“Mnrrnnnnn!” The Sinnoh league champion groaned as her tonsils were subjected to the disgusting rubber.
She shook her head furiously, but barely slowed her kidnapper down. When he retracted his hands, Cynthia’s gentle voice had been rendered almost completely mute.
“Almost there princess, don’t worry.”
There’s more?! What else can he do to me?!
That answer came in the form of earplugs and a jet black leather blindfold, cutting off two more of the bodacious trainer’s senses.
After that, Latro’s presence completely disappeared for a few minutes.
He had gone to tidy up his equipment, seal his target’s pokéballs and retrieve his sloop which had drifted a little, all the while leaving a helpless Cynthia to find out just how powerless she had become.
“Mnnrnn!” She yelped as her powerful kidnapper whisked her off the sand and carried her to his boat.
She attempted kicking at him, purely to vent her frustration. But nothing from her limited senses told her she was having any success whatsoever.
The red haired mercenary calmly steered his sloop back to the airplane, where he opened the side door and lifted Cynthia inside.
She was greeted by a shocked Lorelei and Karen.
"OH HAY (NO WAY)!" Lorelei yelped, uncharacteristically emotional.
"MHNHAA (CYNTHIA)?!" Karen shrieked.
That bastard managed to capture Sinnoh's champion?!
And judging from her frantic state, those leather straps were as uncomfortable as they looked.
And he wasn’t even done yet with his most famous catch.
After removing the hogtie chain and instead strapping her already helpless body down to one of the field beds built into the hull of the plane, he slipped several vibrating toys down her bra and into her bikini bottom.
Cynthia bucked and screamed in rage and humiliation as her entire body was forced into arousal, but failed to even move her luscious body a single inch from its bed, let alone expel the sex toys.
Karen and Lorelei shuddered as they saw the infamous Cynthia reduced to a squirming and mewling mess, fearing Latro would turn his attention to their bodies next.
Thankfully, he was already busy preparing for departure. After checking Karen and Lorelei were still just as secure as when he left them, the red haired man sat back down in the pilot seat and took off. He was finally headed back to his base, with the three elite trainers squirming furiously behind him.
With Cynthia's capture his final assignment was complete. Most of the merc's plans had gone off without a hitch.
In less than a week he had snatched up no less than eleven renowned Pokémon trainers and successfully confined them to his base, before the string of disappearances could cause a stir within the Pokémon world and complicate his work.
By now the first news broadcasts were starting to make note of gym leaders having disappeared. But the officers were stumped by a lack of clues.
Everything had worked out exactly as intended, right up to the substantial amounts of money rolling into his bank accounts after he'd provided all proofs of capture.
It wasn't until he tried to move on to the final stage of his agreement -the delivery of his 'goods'- that things went awry.
When he asked Giovanni and the other Mafioso about the drop off point for the girls, the crime bosses replied they didn't care about the women. So long as they were out of the way, he could do whatever he wished with them.
In truth the mobsters just didn't trust their flunkies to keep hold of these formidable women. Not to mention the added headache of constantly having to keep track of them.
Right now, they were in Latro's very capable hands. So why not leave them there?
"That's a first. I've never been paid to hunt something down, then be allowed to keep it." He grumbled. "Damn mobsters doing whatever the hell they want..."
This outcome wasn't exactly what he expected. Obviously, it left him somewhat puzzled.
Capturing and delivering a group of women is a whole other challenge than confining them indefinitely. Luckily his base was equipped to do that. It had accommodation, facilities and a pantry large enough for 50 people if necessary.
It's just that all this extra work wasn't something he had accounted for.
"What the hell do you do with a group of highly capable, even famous Pokémon trainers?" He wondered out loud.
After pondering the matter a few minutes, he rubbed the back of his head in annoyance. "This is already becoming a headache."
Killing them wasn't an option. Even his questionable moral compass hadn't drifted that far off course. But if you can't dispose of them, then there's either keeping them or sending them away.
Just releasing them again would be a waste of all his effort, not to mention it would probably piss off the entire underground Pokémon world. AND the women themselves would definitely have a bone to pick with him.
Handing them over to other people felt too risky. Since Latro preferred to work alone, he didn't know anyone well enough to judge whether or not they could keep the girls in check. Heck, he only had three other people employed to help maintain his massive base!
"Should I just ship them off to one of the smaller islands in the middle of the ocean? There's bound to be one or two rocks out there without Pokémon..."
Then again, even an island without Pokémon would still be lying in the middle of an ocean filled with them!
"Tsk, given those women they might just land a wailord to ferry 'em back home. Especially that water brat, Misty. Or Cynthia, can't ever underestimate her... Let's keep that option as a plan B for now."
By coincidence all girls suddenly moaned at the same time, making a loud enough noise for the hidden microphones to pick up and override his speaker's auto-mute function.
Latro felt a shiver run down his spine and his hair stand on end. That concert of helplessness, those women's heartfelt wailing, it had really stirred something.
He examined his captives through his monitors. No matter how he looked at it, getting rid of those women would be a terrible waste. They might all be impressive trainers. In the first place they were still mighty fine females!
And there was something about those fine females writhing and moaning helplessly that made him feel... powerful. More powerful than any Pokémon could ever do.
"Haaah... Nothing for it then... I'll keep 'em." He sighed. "If things prove too much to handle, there's always my plan B."
As he sat down in his chair to overlook the squirming trainers, moaning gym leaders, the writhing elite four and the furiously thrashing champion, he couldn't help but chuckle.
"I suppose this means I'll become the world's first Pokémon trainer... trainer."
