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Pokémon chapter 2 – On the hunt
🕑 Added 2018-08-11 16:22:25 +0000 UTCLatro made his way to Clair's mansion under the cover of darkness, using an all-terrain military jeep. He travelled the last 100 yards by foot, clad in camouflage gear and carrying a duffle bag with his equipment.
Through his binoculars he spotted the blue haired trainer’s was still awake, training her Pokémon. She seemed to be wrapping up, because the curvaceous bluenette was recalling a couple of them. The timing to strike couldn’t be better.
What a lucky break. Flannery gave me a lot more grief since I had to make my move during the day. A night raid is definitely the best way to go, like with Sabrina and Misty.
He snuck closer to the house, using climbing gear to make his way to a second-floor window and cut his way inside by making a hole in the glass.
He had learned the outline of her mansion by heart and secured four different escape routes depending on the situation. But since everything kept going according to plan he safely reached the gym leader’s bathroom.
As Clair withdrew her final Pokémon, the burly merc set up his trap: a gas canister which produced a colourless, odourless sleeping gas.
The moment the canister started releasing its drug Latro rushed back out of the room and closed the door behind him so the air could fill up with the knockout gas. He hid himself in a vacant room Clair used for storage and listened intently for the bluenette to enter her bathroom.
Not long after Latro entered her bathroom, Clair wrapped up her training.
“Pfeww, good workout.” She chimed after her Aerodactyl had returned to its pokéball. “Time for a nice bath!”
The gorgeous trainer hummed a cheerful tune as she unbuckled her pokéball belt and entered her bathroom, laying down the belt on a chest of drawers.
Within seconds of entering the brightly lit room, Clair suddenly felt like she’d been hit over the head with a hammer.
“Wow, guess I pushed myself a little hard during training today. It might be best to opt for a quick shower instead and then jump straight into bed.”
The voluptuous women reached behind her neck to try and undo the zipper of her pale blue bodysuit, but her head started spinning before she could even tug on it. So much so the dragon trainer had to sit down on the side of the bathtub.
“What’s going on?” She said confused. “This isn’t just fatigue...”
A soft *thud* coming from inside the bathroom made Latro know his target had fallen unconscious. The muscular mercenary put on his gas mask and went straight for his gas canister, shutting it off again and hiding it to remove any trace of foul play.
His next move was to lock all of Clair’s Pokémon in his steel cages. Only then did he turn his attention to the babe lying at his feet.
“Let’s get you ready for transport.” He mumbled through his gas mask, opening the largest pocket in his duffle back.
He pulled out an armbinder, several leather belts and even a panel gag to ensure Clair couldn’t scream for help should she wake up before they reached his base.
The bodacious trainer didn’t respond in the slightest as Latro slipped her arms into the leather bag and laced it up as tight as it would go. His drug had rendered her completely unconscious.
After the armbinder was snugly tied into place, the red-haired mercenary picked up a contraption of leather belts designed to weave into the D-rings located either side of Clair’s armbinder. Once both sides of the leatherwork had been secured to the armbinder, he brought the other ends of those belts around to her front, one over each shoulder.
By lining up the straps to run above her impressive rack, he could pull them along her upper body and back down the other shoulder to cinch it into the D-rings again, Clair's armbinder was no longer just laced up, it was buckled down using her own body as the anchoring point.
The armbinder by itself was tight already, but after this leather accessory had been buckled up it had become physically impossible for the wearer to pull it down and free their arms.
With her arms secure, Latro buckled and padlocked five thick and sturdy belts around his target’s slender legs and even fitted her with a sixth one around her waist to emphasise her gorgeous hourglass figure. Although that last part was by coincidence, because the true purpose of that sixth belt was to secure the D-ring at the bottom of the armbinder, preventing Clair from moving her already heavily secure arms in any direction whatsoever!
His last move was to gently pull open her jaw and slot the panel gag into place, filling her mouth with the malleable stuffing affixed to the inside.
When he checked she was still breathing properly, the burly merc started erasing any tracks he might have left behind throughout the house before picking up his newest capture and transporting her to his jeep.
By the time he had loaded Clair into the loading bay of his jeep, the bluenette had begun stirring, making soft grunts as he laid her down. Sooner than he anticipated. It was clear this woman kept not just her Pokémon, but also her own body in shape.
A particularly nasty thought occurred to him as he put down his duffle bag.
Let’s make her realize how deep a mess she’s in right from the start...
A few minutes into the drive, Clair woke up from the bumping and rattling of the jeep. It was still travelling over rough terrain to make its way back on one of Jotho's main roads.
Oww, my head... What happened? Where am I?
There was a full moon out so the holes in the canvas let through enough light for the bluenette to discern she was lying in the back of a truck.
I’m being driven somewhere?
She tried to sit up so she could grab whoever was responsible by the neck and make him explain what was going on. But her body wouldn’t respond. Or rather, it couldn’t. Because when she tried flexing her arms and legs all the leather wrapped around her body pushed back her efforts.
“Mrnfn? MRPPGNN?!”
What the hell is going on?! I’ve been tied up and GAGGED?!
“MMGGRNNNNGGHH!!”
Even after completely opening up her lungs, the soft material pressing against her tongue and cheeks absorbed most of the sound she produced.
This must be Team Rocket’s doing! This is low, even for them! I’m gonna tear these guys apart!
The dragon trainer started bucking around like a wild ponytail, kicking her legs and yanking her arms in an angry attempt to tear her restraints. But all she did was make the leather belts dig into her skin.
“Mhh, mhhf, mmmfff.” Clair panted after she tired herself out.
This stuff is really strong. I don’t think I could bust out of this even if with a knife at hand. Especially since my hands seem to be trapped in some kind of sack...
Her fists tried pushing around inside the armbinder once more, but the thick leather barely stretched out and immediately reshaped when she stopped putting pressure on it.
Annoying thing! When I get out of here, I’m going to stick whoever did this to me in it instead!
Instinctively, she started reaching for her hip to withdraw a pokéball and call forth her Dratini. She could barely stroke the tip of her armbinder against her hips thanks to the belt anchoring her arms to her back, but when she got there she felt nothing.
What the?! Where are my Pokémon?! She thought panicked.
The blue haired woman scanned the rest of the loading bay and eventually spotted the small framework of steel cages with inside her pokéballs lying on the other side of the truck. It was a sight that made a pit develop in her stomach and her eyes shoot wide open.
“MRNNF?!”
Dratini! Kingdra!
The bodacious gym leader crawled to the other side of the trailer, grunting and moaning as her body bounced around due to Latro’s speedy driving. The pokéballs bounced around equally energetically, which made it even harder for Clair to get a hold of them.
But when she finally pinned the small metal rack between her feet and dragged it in reach of her arms, the next obstacle presented itself.
How do I summon them? My hands are stuck in this stupid leather bag. And even if they weren’t, they’ve locked my Pokémon inside some kind of cage!
Try as she might, the encasing covering her pokéballs wouldn’t budge in the slightest.
The pit in her stomach grew larger as the true dread of her predicament sank in.
This is bad. If I can’t get them out, I don’t stand a chance at escaping this…
Clair sighed deeply, somewhat out of breath from all her thrashing around and intense focus on freeing her Pokémon.
They really did a number on me this time… DAMN IT!
“GMMRNNNNNNNN!” She roared in frustration.
Latro didn’t hear his captive’s tantrum until he’d turned onto the highway and the rattling of the car had quietened down.
“Hey back there!” He shouted. “We’ll arrive at my place in roughly 50 minutes!”
“Fmrngn!”
“Sorry babe, didn’t understand that.” He taunted.
Once they arrived at his base hidden deep in the Jotho mountain range, Latro unloaded his squirming captive and lied her down in the same room the others were still being held captive. After tethering the D-ring of her armbinder to the wall behind her with a chain, he removed all of the girls’ gags. It had become morning already and it was time for their meals.
Not that any of the girls cared for being fed by their kidnapper.
“Let us out!” Sabrina demanded immediately.
“Why are you doing this?” Flannery asked.
“Who are you with?” Was the first thing out of Misty’s mouth.
“You bastard!” Clair growled, still too enraged with her captured to worry about any of the above.
“Calm down you lot!” Latro snarled. “I’ll explain everything when I’m done capturing the rest.”
“The rest?!” Flannery yelped. “How many more gym leaders are you planning to kidnap?”
“Not just gym leaders, I have a long and varied list.” He said with a modicum of pride. “But as I said: you’ll have to wait for the full explanation until I’ve brought everyone in. I’m not going to repeat the whole thing every time I bring in a new girl.”
“Whatever.” Clair snapped. “Chances are we’ll have busted out by the time you return with your new catch.”
That made the other gym leaders cringe. They had all had the same thought upon being brought in, but so far none had succeeded. Their restraints were too secure, and with their Pokémon sealed they had no way of resisting their captor.
“I applaud your vigour.” Latro mocked the bluenette. "But you won't succeed, trust me. I've already thoroughly tested this system. In fact I'm so confident this will suffice I won't even add extra restraints when I head out.”
“You’re leaving again?!” Misty said surprised.
“After a few hours of shut-eye. I’ll be headed to the Unova region, so it will take some time for me to return. But don’t worry, this room is fully automated. You receive food and drink at predetermined intervals, as well as light and dark hours to simulate day and night.”
“And what about when we need the bathroom?” Sabrina asked angrily. As one of the longest residents, she feared that time would come at any moment now.
A strange glint appeared in Latro’s eyes. “Of that I am particularly proud.” He grinned.
The burly mercenary proceeded to explain how the red button in front of every girl would call forth a team of robotic arms to undo their restraints and instead fit them with magnetic cuffs on their wrists.
“Using those you can move freely and make your way to the bathroom to relieve yourself. It’s the very next door to the left of this one. There are several showers there as well, in case you're thinking of freshening up."
The girls glared at their captor.
No doubt this pervert has a set of hidden cameras there to spy on us. Sabrina thought angrily.
But despite that idea, a hot shower seemed very appealing to the young women. After squirming around for hours on end, their bodies felt sweaty and dirty.
"You will have 20 minutes to make your way back here and press the button again to call the robots back and rebuild your predicament.”
“What happens if we don’t return?” Was every girl’s obvious first question. But the one to pose it was by Misty.
“The base goes on lockdown, and the magnetic cuffs start up to drag you to the first metal thing in sight and pin you there until I can come find you. Bear in mind that the all automated systems shut off during lockdown. So, no food, no daytime-night time and no more potty breaks.”
The women shivered, much to Latro’s delight.
Looks like none of them will be trying to abuse their free time to mount an escape. That's one less risk...
“Oh, before I forget: you can only activate the switch once every 5 hours. So be sure to pace yourself.”
“We get an allowance of toilet breaks?!” Clair snapped.
“This isn’t a hotel babe, it’s a prison.”
“Don’t call me babe!”
“Doll then?”
“YOU SON OF A- pfmrpn!”
Latro cut her off by shoving the panel gag back in. “Such a foul mouth on such a lovely woman.” He taunted.
The rest of the girls glowered at him.
“You are a horrible person!” Flannery insulted.
“I won’t disagree with you there.” The tall man replied casually. “But since I am in charge here I don’t have to be nice.”
He pulled a lever on the side of the wall which made a bowl of steaming porridge rise up from the ground.
“Eat up, I have a cook on payroll so he will be making sure you all receive regular meals. That's IF you don’t misbehave and activate the lockdown. He doesn’t have the codes after all so you’d lock him in with you. He won’t thank you for that.”
“Gmrnfnhpnnrrhhh!” Suddenly came from behind him.
Clair was glaring daggers at him.
“How is she going to eat with that gag in her mouth?” Sabrina snapped. “You’re not very smart, are you?”
“I caught you, didn’t I?” He countered. “And Clair will have to skip this meal I’m afraid.”
“Hmrn?!”
“It’ll make her more appreciative of the next one, maybe even make her polite.” He joked derisively.
“You can’t do this!” Misty protested. “She’ll starve!”
“Not from missing just one meal.” Latro said dismissively. “Now I suggest you girls start eating before the porridge cools down. I expressly ordered something without cutlery, so you wouldn’t have to waste a time-out moment to eat it.”
“Our break moments are to be divided over bathroom breaks and eating?!” Flannery yelped.
“Not exactly, but it’s too much of a hassle to cover all this now. Especially since I’ll have to go through it again when the others get here. Just eat for now, I’m off for bed.”
With that, Latro abandoned his captives. Despite all of the explaining he’d done, the beautiful trainers felt more confused than before.
“What do we do?” Flannery asked. “Can any of you get out?”
“You must be joking.” Sabrina said coldly. “If we could get out we would’ve done so already.”
“I’m afraid this tape or my ropes haven’t slacked either. I’m still completely stuck.” Misty lamented. “With the way I’ve been tied I’ll have trouble just eating this porridge.”
“Mr hmnr mhh cnn hmm (At least you can eat)!” Clair growled, slamming her feet on the red button in front of her.
As foretold, several robotic arms came down from the ceiling to undo the dragon trainers restraints with impressive precision and instead fit her arms with magnetic cuffs.
The speed and precision with which they worked were impressive. The secret behind it were dozens of small camera's analysing –and remembering- the bluenette's position in great detail so they knew how to remove everything she was tied up with.
“There, now let’s get out of here!” Clair stated after stretching her arms and shoulders.
“WAIT!” The others yelled.
“You’ll set off the lock down!” Flannery added.
“So? Latro is still here, he can shut if off again.”
“But what’ll happen afterwards? We’ll be punished!” Misty protested.
“That’s IF we fail to escape.” Clair countered, rushing over to her pokéballs. “When I get my Dratinis out of here, this place is going to go up in flames.”
The bodacious gym leader started fiddling with the small metal framework containing her Pokémon. But almost immediately she felt stumped.
“What the hell is this thing?! I can’t find a keyhole anywhere. It’s like its seamless!”
“You can’t open it?” Sabrina asked disappointed. Deep down she’d wished for nothing more than Clair to be successful, even if she was the newest captive here.
The dragon trainer started pulling on the spherical cages from all directions, grunting softly as her fingers tried to prise them open whichever way she could think of.
But they stood their ground perfectly and remained impervious.
“Damn it! How do these rotten things work?!” She snapped, smashing it into the ground at full strength. Not even that had any effect, but it did make her feel guilty for essentially tossing her Pokémon on the floor.
Just like in the back of that truck, a knot developed in her stomach.
If I can’t get my Pokémon out, then escaping this place might not be possible after all...
She looked at the timer on her right cuff. Just 15 minutes left.
I wonder if those arms will put my gag back in when I return?
The bluenette hated herself for backing down so soon, but given the situation it might be best not to rattle her cage for too hard right now.
So, to cover all angles Clair hurried back to her spot and ate her fill of porridge and took a large swig of water before ordering the robots to return.
The rest of the girls had joined the bluenette in her meal, though it took them a lot more effort given their restraints.
When the time came for the blue haired gym leader to be restrained again, all four of the women felt their hearts beating in their chest. Just how was this going to turn out?
To all of their surprise, the various sensors and cameras mounted on the robotic arms had perfectly analysed Clair’s earlier predicament and had succeed in perfectly replicating it, complete with the infuriatingly effective panel gag.
At least I’ve eaten... That was a good call after all. She thought grudgingly.
But after seeing the dragon trainer’s escape attempt so thoroughly thwarted, all of the girls could no longer deny the sense of dread slowly growing inside their minds...
This place, it’s worse than any prison... Flannery thought in defeat.
Whoever that man is, he’s not with any of the underground organizations I’ve ever seen. Misty realized. He’s too methodical, too professional.
If we are going to escape this place, we’ll need to bide our time and wait for a moment his guard is down. Sabrina surmised.
Perhaps he’ll get sloppy with his future captures. Clair pepped herself up. An arrogant man like him is bound to make a mistake or two in time...
