Failure to Comply
The door before her opened, she was almost blinded by the light coming through. She had been kept too long in her cold cell, fed only enough to keep her healthy, but not enough, she knew, for what was about to happen.
Gabby was shoved through, the door closed and locked behind her, and she found herself standing in an underground arena, various faces looking on, all cheering or hooting one thing or another, eager for the show to start.
She was scared, and the yellow rings against her black fur were dim to show it. For an Umbreon she was very low level, and the moves she knew were not meant for arena fighting. Her jet-black hair that she had once braided down her back was now tousled and loose. She had been left with no clothing, and so her arms tried desperately to cover herself in vain to protect what modesty she could.
Her eyes finally looked up to the upper row of seats, where one section was blocked off. Surely enough, HE was there. A tall Houndoom clad in a black suit and red tie, with a scar over his left eye. Rex. The leader of this underground. His arms rose and on command the arena went silent. He looked out over the crowd before turning to Gabby.
"My dear Gabriella," he began, "It is a shame you didn't take me up on my offer." The offer he spoke of was a promise of power, by joining his ranks in his underground organization bent on the kidnapping and exploitation of pokemon and morphs of all sorts. She didn't want that stain on her conscience, and so this was his punishment.
She didn't know why, but she noticed Rex was flanked by a shorter morph, and from the strange whirlwind shape surrounding its face, she realized it must have been an Absol. Likely one of Rex's higher ranking cohorts. The Absol stood too far back to make out what it wore, so she had no idea if it might be a man or woman.
"This is my arena, where those who need to be taught their place are brought. I'm sure after a few years here, you might be more attentive to what I can offer." Rex's words spooked Gabby, and a chill ran up her cold bare back. Her ears tipped back as she started to wonder just what he had in store.
It wouldn't take long for her to see. Across the arena, another door opened, and an eight-legged giant spider walked out. She had never encountered one before, but she knew it had to be an Ariados. Its blue eyes gleamed at her, the horn atop its head lowered at her. Its mouth pincers opened and closed a few times, and from the way it glared, she could swear it was grinning.
The crowd went wild with chants of "Mr. X", repeating incessantly. Again, Rex raised his hands, and the crowd quieted.
"The rules are simple... there are no rules. You fight using any tactics you can think of. Just like any battle, only anything goes." There was a certain smirk on his face that Gabby didn't like.
"And without further ado... let the battle... begin."
Gabby hoped to gain some upper hand by striking fast, so the moment she heard the toll of a bell, she rushed forward, putting all her effort into running. She lowered her shoulder down, aiming it right at Mr. X's head.
She found out too late that rushing headfirst would get her nowhere. Mr. X would rise up on his rear legs, his lower body tipping forward, and a steady stream of silky web shot against her. It came out like a net, and right as it hit her, it wrapped around her. Her arms were trapped at her sides now, and her legs bound together.
Her struggles proved fruitless, as any motion she made only caused the web to stick to her more snuggly, and she couldn't break free of it either. Mr. X had dropped back onto all his legs, and scurried up to this catch. He climbed right over her, aiming his head down, and piercing her very lightly with the tip of the needle atop his head.
Gabby winced, feeling the sting break her skin. She could hear Rex laughing from his seat, a maniacal laugh that heightened her terror. If she only knew...
She tried to look up to where Rex sat, but even though her head could still tip back that far, her eyes showed her very little. Her vision was blurred past a point, even though she knew there was nothing wrong with her eyesight. Overall, she felt rather strange, her thoughts were coming slowly to her, and she felt almost drunk in a way.
'Oh no, I must be poisoned...' she realized. She closed her eyes trying to shut it out, trying to fight it. However, nothing would get the poison out of her system without an antidote, and that was definitely not part of Rex's dark game.
As her thoughts and sight began to dull, her hearing as well began to falter. The voices of the crowd all blurred together, but she could still distinguish Rex as he spoke
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, witness again why he's known as Mr. X."
She was startled to find her silky prison broken by her opponent. She managed to roll onto her back, and tried to sit up. But the moment her head lifted from the ground she was greeted by the most painful headache, making everything spin so badly she thought her head would explode. She lay back again, closing her eyes, panting a little, trying to regain some focus. Though her hearing was fuzzy, it didn't seem to get quieter, but instead louder to a point. All the ranting of the crowd echoed in her ears, drowning out all her attempts to think straight.
For reasons she couldn't understand, her heart began beating very rapidly. Her body was heating up, almost to the point where she would begin sweating. She couldn't help but pant a little, trying to vent the heat her body was producing, but it would only get worse. Atop her breasts, her two nipples would poke out from her fur, hardening to meet the cool air of the arena. They tingled at first, then started to ache. Her arms lifted up, wrapping over them, trying to keep her embarrassment to a minimum. But still it would only worsen.
The tingle spread between her legs, in her hips, and though her thinking was slow, it didn't take her long to realize what was happening. Something in the poison sting had acted as an aphrodisiac drug, and a strong one. Her legs pressed together at first, trying to resist. Her body persisted though, and soon her inner thighs were damp as the fluids of her arousal refused to stay contained just to her sex. Her clitoris was swollen, wanting attention.
She kept resisting, but the more she resisted, the less she could control herself. The need built up so much that her hands began to move on their own. Her right hand slid down her chest, her second and third fingers slipping between her thighs, and very gently rubbing across her clit. At the touch, her body rewarded her with a rush of sensation, her body arching a little, pushing her chest more into the air. Her left arm pulled back until her palm was pressed against her right breast, her arm curled under the other. Again, she felt the smallest sensation of pleasure, and to stimulate it more she pressed her fingers to her nipple, lightly pinching it.
Her mouth opened as she let out a soft moan. She pushed her hips up into the air a bit, spreading her legs apart, her fingers reaching further between them, until she found the moist lips of her sex. Her two fingers pressed inside, and at once Gabby gave a desperate cry. She barely knew what she was doing, but her body knew what it needed. Her fingers dug in as deep as she could reach them, her whole frame tensing.
She could barely believe she was doing this. She was a virgin, and there she lay, masturbating in front of a crowd of thousands. She could hear all of them roaring with approval and egging her on. It reached her just as noise though, as all that mattered to her mind right now was release. Her fingers worked in and out, her hips rocking just a little, her left hand squeezing her breast, teasing her own nipple more to please herself more. She was so busy that she didn't even see Mr. X step over her again, walking over her head until his large body was positioned upside down above hers.
Gabby had the strange feeling that something was amiss, but Rex's maniacal laughter came too late to act as any sort of warning. Her mouth, which was wide open as she moaned, was quickly stuffed by a long, thick, sticky, and rather hard shaft. Gabby's eyes opened wide, looking up to see Mr. X squatting over her face such that his member was shoved into her mouth. What was left of her humility had the idea of biting it, but when her teeth tried closing around it, all her body allowed was for her lips to close around it completely.
There was a strange taste on the arachnid's shaft, alluring and sweet, and before she knew it, she found herself sucking on it, as if trying to get the flavor off it. Her hips rose into the air as her fingers pushed into her drenched cunt. Her tongue rubbed against the phallus, licking vigorously across it, but it seemed the more taste she got of it, the more her mouth wanted to taste.
She could feel a bead of liquid touch the back of her tongue, one with another unique flavor. Almost out of the instinct, her body drove into her, her tongue drew back, licking across the source, which turned out to be the very tip of Mr. X's cock. Each time she licked it away, she found it returned moments afterwards. She lost focus on what her hands were doing, concentrating more on her mouth. She couldn't help herself anymore; the flavor was too hard to resist in her state.
She bobbed her head up and down a little, her lips drawing across the thick phallus, her tongue dragging along it all the way back to the tip poised near her throat. She had lost track of time since she had first been like this, but she couldn't find the will to care. Before she realized, Mr. X was ramming his cock further into her mouth, until the tip nearly jammed in her throat. She could feel the liquid spurt out more, shooting down her throat, almost making her gag.
Mr. X pulled his length from her mouth, giving her time to cough up what she might have choked on, though most of it she managed to swallow. Finally, her taste buds felt sated, and once again, she became all too aware of the aching between her legs. She wasted no time reaching her hands down between her legs again, rubbing at it with her fingers.
Mr. X had different plans for her though. He had stepped around so his face was over hers. His pincers flashed in front of her face, but she didn't even notice. However, when his middle rear two legs grabbed her by the hips, and forcefully flipped her over, pulling her rear up into the air, she noticed. He started up a stream of silk, and pulled it forward with his middle forelegs, taking her arms and binding them behind her back. She was left with her bare chest pressed to the cold dirt floor. Mr. X also took the time to pull her tail up, and bind it against her back.
These moments seemed like a slow, cruel, unusual torture to Gabby. Her body was still raging with drug-stimulated hormones, and now she had no way of sating herself. Soon enough though, she could feel that same shaft that had pushed into her mouth press against her slit. Her eyes went wide, ears pinning back against her head. For the first time since she had been stung, she began struggling more wildly again. She felt the head nestle past her outer lips, making her body tense a little.
Then all at once, she felt the whole length sink in. She gave a weak cry, feeling the sting of pain as her virginity was taken abruptly. Her senses all started to blur, but she could clearly feel the incessant pounding as Mr. X rammed his cock back and forth, stretching her outward, forcing her open around his phallus. Her hips rocked against him, her cries mixing into moans. As much as she wanted to get away, her body couldn't help but want it. Even as she moaned, tears began streaming down her face.
Each push into her forced her body against the ground, so she had to turn her face so she wouldn't wind up with a mouthful of dirt every time. Even the feel of the ground became intangible to her. All she could feel was that giant cock, in and out, in and out. The whole world around her seemed to add to the motion. Every sway she could make out in the audience seemed to follow that rhythm. The feel of her heartbeat pounded in that rhythm. The sound of her moans fell into that same rhythm. Only one thing seemed to change: the intensity. Though it didn't seem like he was going any harder, the sensations she felt, the waves of pain and pleasure, they seemed to heighten, slowly at first, but as her body anticipated each one, her body would rock towards the source, pushing herself even higher. Whatever was left of her conscious thought was completely lost now. All that was left for her that moment was the powerful rush of ecstasy, her fluids filling her body, leaking out down her legs. She could feel her assailant's hot, sticky cum shoot in her, barely aware of his shrill screech. Everything seemed to be swimming now, still following that pulsing rhythm, even though Mr. X had stopped.
She wasn't even aware it was over, or that Mr. X had dismounted her. Nor was she aware when the guards came to drag her back to her cell. The rest of the night, all she felt was the rhythm, appearing in everything she tried to look at. The more she watched, the more she could still feel it surge in her sex, as if even now that Ariados was pounding into her. She clawed at anything that moved, trying to get it to stay still.
When her sight cleared enough, she found she was back in the cell she had been in for the past two days. She crawled onto the stiff mattress on the floor, and collapsed. At last, everything was still. Her senses started to clear, but she could not erase the memory.
She cried for the entire night, even as she slept.
Gabby was shoved through, the door closed and locked behind her, and she found herself standing in an underground arena, various faces looking on, all cheering or hooting one thing or another, eager for the show to start.
She was scared, and the yellow rings against her black fur were dim to show it. For an Umbreon she was very low level, and the moves she knew were not meant for arena fighting. Her jet-black hair that she had once braided down her back was now tousled and loose. She had been left with no clothing, and so her arms tried desperately to cover herself in vain to protect what modesty she could.
Her eyes finally looked up to the upper row of seats, where one section was blocked off. Surely enough, HE was there. A tall Houndoom clad in a black suit and red tie, with a scar over his left eye. Rex. The leader of this underground. His arms rose and on command the arena went silent. He looked out over the crowd before turning to Gabby.
"My dear Gabriella," he began, "It is a shame you didn't take me up on my offer." The offer he spoke of was a promise of power, by joining his ranks in his underground organization bent on the kidnapping and exploitation of pokemon and morphs of all sorts. She didn't want that stain on her conscience, and so this was his punishment.
She didn't know why, but she noticed Rex was flanked by a shorter morph, and from the strange whirlwind shape surrounding its face, she realized it must have been an Absol. Likely one of Rex's higher ranking cohorts. The Absol stood too far back to make out what it wore, so she had no idea if it might be a man or woman.
"This is my arena, where those who need to be taught their place are brought. I'm sure after a few years here, you might be more attentive to what I can offer." Rex's words spooked Gabby, and a chill ran up her cold bare back. Her ears tipped back as she started to wonder just what he had in store.
It wouldn't take long for her to see. Across the arena, another door opened, and an eight-legged giant spider walked out. She had never encountered one before, but she knew it had to be an Ariados. Its blue eyes gleamed at her, the horn atop its head lowered at her. Its mouth pincers opened and closed a few times, and from the way it glared, she could swear it was grinning.
The crowd went wild with chants of "Mr. X", repeating incessantly. Again, Rex raised his hands, and the crowd quieted.
"The rules are simple... there are no rules. You fight using any tactics you can think of. Just like any battle, only anything goes." There was a certain smirk on his face that Gabby didn't like.
"And without further ado... let the battle... begin."
Gabby hoped to gain some upper hand by striking fast, so the moment she heard the toll of a bell, she rushed forward, putting all her effort into running. She lowered her shoulder down, aiming it right at Mr. X's head.
She found out too late that rushing headfirst would get her nowhere. Mr. X would rise up on his rear legs, his lower body tipping forward, and a steady stream of silky web shot against her. It came out like a net, and right as it hit her, it wrapped around her. Her arms were trapped at her sides now, and her legs bound together.
Her struggles proved fruitless, as any motion she made only caused the web to stick to her more snuggly, and she couldn't break free of it either. Mr. X had dropped back onto all his legs, and scurried up to this catch. He climbed right over her, aiming his head down, and piercing her very lightly with the tip of the needle atop his head.
Gabby winced, feeling the sting break her skin. She could hear Rex laughing from his seat, a maniacal laugh that heightened her terror. If she only knew...
She tried to look up to where Rex sat, but even though her head could still tip back that far, her eyes showed her very little. Her vision was blurred past a point, even though she knew there was nothing wrong with her eyesight. Overall, she felt rather strange, her thoughts were coming slowly to her, and she felt almost drunk in a way.
'Oh no, I must be poisoned...' she realized. She closed her eyes trying to shut it out, trying to fight it. However, nothing would get the poison out of her system without an antidote, and that was definitely not part of Rex's dark game.
As her thoughts and sight began to dull, her hearing as well began to falter. The voices of the crowd all blurred together, but she could still distinguish Rex as he spoke
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, witness again why he's known as Mr. X."
She was startled to find her silky prison broken by her opponent. She managed to roll onto her back, and tried to sit up. But the moment her head lifted from the ground she was greeted by the most painful headache, making everything spin so badly she thought her head would explode. She lay back again, closing her eyes, panting a little, trying to regain some focus. Though her hearing was fuzzy, it didn't seem to get quieter, but instead louder to a point. All the ranting of the crowd echoed in her ears, drowning out all her attempts to think straight.
For reasons she couldn't understand, her heart began beating very rapidly. Her body was heating up, almost to the point where she would begin sweating. She couldn't help but pant a little, trying to vent the heat her body was producing, but it would only get worse. Atop her breasts, her two nipples would poke out from her fur, hardening to meet the cool air of the arena. They tingled at first, then started to ache. Her arms lifted up, wrapping over them, trying to keep her embarrassment to a minimum. But still it would only worsen.
The tingle spread between her legs, in her hips, and though her thinking was slow, it didn't take her long to realize what was happening. Something in the poison sting had acted as an aphrodisiac drug, and a strong one. Her legs pressed together at first, trying to resist. Her body persisted though, and soon her inner thighs were damp as the fluids of her arousal refused to stay contained just to her sex. Her clitoris was swollen, wanting attention.
She kept resisting, but the more she resisted, the less she could control herself. The need built up so much that her hands began to move on their own. Her right hand slid down her chest, her second and third fingers slipping between her thighs, and very gently rubbing across her clit. At the touch, her body rewarded her with a rush of sensation, her body arching a little, pushing her chest more into the air. Her left arm pulled back until her palm was pressed against her right breast, her arm curled under the other. Again, she felt the smallest sensation of pleasure, and to stimulate it more she pressed her fingers to her nipple, lightly pinching it.
Her mouth opened as she let out a soft moan. She pushed her hips up into the air a bit, spreading her legs apart, her fingers reaching further between them, until she found the moist lips of her sex. Her two fingers pressed inside, and at once Gabby gave a desperate cry. She barely knew what she was doing, but her body knew what it needed. Her fingers dug in as deep as she could reach them, her whole frame tensing.
She could barely believe she was doing this. She was a virgin, and there she lay, masturbating in front of a crowd of thousands. She could hear all of them roaring with approval and egging her on. It reached her just as noise though, as all that mattered to her mind right now was release. Her fingers worked in and out, her hips rocking just a little, her left hand squeezing her breast, teasing her own nipple more to please herself more. She was so busy that she didn't even see Mr. X step over her again, walking over her head until his large body was positioned upside down above hers.
Gabby had the strange feeling that something was amiss, but Rex's maniacal laughter came too late to act as any sort of warning. Her mouth, which was wide open as she moaned, was quickly stuffed by a long, thick, sticky, and rather hard shaft. Gabby's eyes opened wide, looking up to see Mr. X squatting over her face such that his member was shoved into her mouth. What was left of her humility had the idea of biting it, but when her teeth tried closing around it, all her body allowed was for her lips to close around it completely.
There was a strange taste on the arachnid's shaft, alluring and sweet, and before she knew it, she found herself sucking on it, as if trying to get the flavor off it. Her hips rose into the air as her fingers pushed into her drenched cunt. Her tongue rubbed against the phallus, licking vigorously across it, but it seemed the more taste she got of it, the more her mouth wanted to taste.
She could feel a bead of liquid touch the back of her tongue, one with another unique flavor. Almost out of the instinct, her body drove into her, her tongue drew back, licking across the source, which turned out to be the very tip of Mr. X's cock. Each time she licked it away, she found it returned moments afterwards. She lost focus on what her hands were doing, concentrating more on her mouth. She couldn't help herself anymore; the flavor was too hard to resist in her state.
She bobbed her head up and down a little, her lips drawing across the thick phallus, her tongue dragging along it all the way back to the tip poised near her throat. She had lost track of time since she had first been like this, but she couldn't find the will to care. Before she realized, Mr. X was ramming his cock further into her mouth, until the tip nearly jammed in her throat. She could feel the liquid spurt out more, shooting down her throat, almost making her gag.
Mr. X pulled his length from her mouth, giving her time to cough up what she might have choked on, though most of it she managed to swallow. Finally, her taste buds felt sated, and once again, she became all too aware of the aching between her legs. She wasted no time reaching her hands down between her legs again, rubbing at it with her fingers.
Mr. X had different plans for her though. He had stepped around so his face was over hers. His pincers flashed in front of her face, but she didn't even notice. However, when his middle rear two legs grabbed her by the hips, and forcefully flipped her over, pulling her rear up into the air, she noticed. He started up a stream of silk, and pulled it forward with his middle forelegs, taking her arms and binding them behind her back. She was left with her bare chest pressed to the cold dirt floor. Mr. X also took the time to pull her tail up, and bind it against her back.
These moments seemed like a slow, cruel, unusual torture to Gabby. Her body was still raging with drug-stimulated hormones, and now she had no way of sating herself. Soon enough though, she could feel that same shaft that had pushed into her mouth press against her slit. Her eyes went wide, ears pinning back against her head. For the first time since she had been stung, she began struggling more wildly again. She felt the head nestle past her outer lips, making her body tense a little.
Then all at once, she felt the whole length sink in. She gave a weak cry, feeling the sting of pain as her virginity was taken abruptly. Her senses all started to blur, but she could clearly feel the incessant pounding as Mr. X rammed his cock back and forth, stretching her outward, forcing her open around his phallus. Her hips rocked against him, her cries mixing into moans. As much as she wanted to get away, her body couldn't help but want it. Even as she moaned, tears began streaming down her face.
Each push into her forced her body against the ground, so she had to turn her face so she wouldn't wind up with a mouthful of dirt every time. Even the feel of the ground became intangible to her. All she could feel was that giant cock, in and out, in and out. The whole world around her seemed to add to the motion. Every sway she could make out in the audience seemed to follow that rhythm. The feel of her heartbeat pounded in that rhythm. The sound of her moans fell into that same rhythm. Only one thing seemed to change: the intensity. Though it didn't seem like he was going any harder, the sensations she felt, the waves of pain and pleasure, they seemed to heighten, slowly at first, but as her body anticipated each one, her body would rock towards the source, pushing herself even higher. Whatever was left of her conscious thought was completely lost now. All that was left for her that moment was the powerful rush of ecstasy, her fluids filling her body, leaking out down her legs. She could feel her assailant's hot, sticky cum shoot in her, barely aware of his shrill screech. Everything seemed to be swimming now, still following that pulsing rhythm, even though Mr. X had stopped.
She wasn't even aware it was over, or that Mr. X had dismounted her. Nor was she aware when the guards came to drag her back to her cell. The rest of the night, all she felt was the rhythm, appearing in everything she tried to look at. The more she watched, the more she could still feel it surge in her sex, as if even now that Ariados was pounding into her. She clawed at anything that moved, trying to get it to stay still.
When her sight cleared enough, she found she was back in the cell she had been in for the past two days. She crawled onto the stiff mattress on the floor, and collapsed. At last, everything was still. Her senses started to clear, but she could not erase the memory.
She cried for the entire night, even as she slept.
Date:Jul 2 2014 Chapter:Failure to Comply
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