Playtime For Ash And Brock
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Title: Playtime For Ash And Brock
File Name: playtime_for_brock_and_ash.txt
Author: Ghastly
Rating: XXX
Size: 26KB
Type: lemon - evil
Action: Ash-Brock-Misty, NC;
Added: 09-07-99
Read by: Racso
Description: Ash and Brock make a sex slave outta Misty.
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Playtime For Ash And Brock -- by Ghastly
Misty looked at her reflection in her bedroom mirror and admired the white
victorian dress she was wearing: the stiff, yet dainty high collar that
modestly covered her delicate, slender neck, the elaborate yet tasteful
embroidery that decorated the blouse, the soft, feminine lace cuffs, ruffles
and bows. She combed her long silken red tesses that fell in cascading
ringlets almost to the small of her back and thought to herself,
"I feel so pretty, so feminine. I've never felt this happy to be a girl."
She looked down at the cosmetics that were neatly arranged on the surface
of the mahogany victorian vanity and thought, "Maybe a little makeup
would be nice. I'm sure I'm old enough now."
She bit her bottom lip with nervous anticipation as she opened a delicate
glass jar that contained blush powder and taking a camelhair brush she
carefully applied it to her cheeks. "Oh my," she thought as she admired
the results, "that really brings out my cheek bones. I look so much more
mature."
Next she picked up a tube of lipstick and opened it. She held her breath
as she applied it to her soft, pretty lips then blotted the excess on a
delicate lace handkerchief. She looked up into the vanity mirror to admire
her pretty young face then gasped in shock to see the reflection of Brock
and Ash standing behind her, each dressed in the garb of a victorian
gentleman.
She spun around and asked them in a quiet, frightened voice, "Please good
sirs, it is not proper to enter a ladie's bedchambers without permission."
"Proper?" asked Brock. "You would speak to us of what is and is not proper?"
he said in an indignant tone.
"Look at you," Ash scolded her in an angry tone that made her blush with
shame. "You paint yourself like a whore. A whore!"
"No, sir," Misty meekly protested, "It was only a little make-up. Just a
little, I wanted to look pretty. That is all." He voice quivered with fear.
"Slut!" barked Brock as his gloved hand slapped her across the face, hard
enough to sting, but not hard enough to cause any damage. "You are a
whore and a slut." he hissed as he grabbed her roughly by the wrists and
wrenched her to her feet.
Misty let our a shriek of fear and began to cry tears of terror and
humiliation. "Please kind sirs, I meant no offence. Please let me go
and I will remove the make-up immediately. I'll never wear it again,
I promise sirs," she pleaded.
"We'll let you go," snarled Ash, "after we have taught you a proper lesson
on what it is to be a whore."
Brock moved behind Misty and held her arms straight out at her sides as
if she were a crucifix. Ash moved forward and grabbed her dress in both
hands. He ripped it from her body with strength that belied his small size.
Misty gasped in amazement at how easily the dress was stripped from her
delicate young body. She stood there, her face burning a bright crimson
at her humilation. She was clad now only in the delicate lace undergarmnets
she had never dreamed anyone would see her in: a tight white corset
trimmed with lace and small bows, small white panties with ruffles on
her bottom, a pair of white silk stockings held in place with a garter
belt, and the high, feminine, white silk victorian boots that buttoned
up the side.
"Please sirs, no, please," she begged as the tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Please sirs, I won't be a whore again, I'm so sorry to have offended.
Please let me go."
"Silence slut!" yelled Ash as he struck her on the cheek with a gloved hand
only slightly harder than Brock had. "You will be released after you fully
learn what it is to be a whore. If you learn your lesson well then you
may choose if you wish to be a whore again or not. Until you have finished
your lesson you will obey us without hesitation and without complaint.
Fail us in any way dear slut, and things will only be harder on you.
Do you understand me whore?"
"Choose?" Misty pondered the word over and over again in her mind. "Can
I choose to be a whore if I want to?" Ash's harsh words began to excite
her and she mentally chastised herself for becoming aroused.
Ash's hand struck her again on the other cheek, "When we ask you a
question, we expect an answer? Do you understand me whore?"
"Y... yes," Misty meekly offered, her head bowed submissively as she
avoided eye contact with Ash.
"Very well," said Brock as he released his tight grip on her hands. "Now,
you must be punished for your whorish ways. Go to your bed, bend over and
place your hands on it then wait for your punishment."
She timidly went to the bed and took the position Brock had instructed
her to take.
"Spread them wider," instructed Ash as he kicked at her feet to spread
her legs apart. Misty immediately and silently complied.
"There you are my good fellow," Ash said to Brock as he handed his friend
a black leather riding crop. "I believe this whore is ready for her first
lesson."
Brock took a few practice swings through the air with the crop and Misty
began to bawl, "Oh please, please Brock. Don't do that, please, I beg you.
Please, don't. I'll do anything you want. Please don't."
Brock shook his head saddly, "Dear slut, you just don't understand, do you?
You are not to address us by our names. You may call us 'master' or 'sir',
but a whore may not address her masters by their given names. That has
earned
you an extra lash, as well you will recieve an additional five lashes
for daring to question, protest, or complain about the actions of your
masters. Do you understand now, whore?" he asked.
Misty cried in loud sobs as she answered. "Yes sir, I understand."
"Very good, for being a whore you get 10 lashes, added to the 6 you've just
earned that makes 17," Brock said as he ran his hand across Misty's ruffled
panties then down the exposed flesh of the back of her thigh.
"That's only 16 sir," Misty shivered at Brock's touch.
"It will be 18 now," said Ash clicking his tounge with disapproval. "Your
masters were testing you, slut, and you failed. You do not speak until
spoken to and you do not dare to correct your masters. Understood whore?"
Misty cried, "Yes master, I'm sorry master."
"Very well," Ash said as he took a seat in a soft armchair that
was near the bed, so that he might have a comfortable view of her
punishment. "You will count out the lashes, whore."
Without warning Brock brought the riding crop down across Misty's bottom.
It stung baddly but the pain was not more than Misty could bear. Still
she shrieked out in terror at the suddeness of the strike. Brock
brought the crop down again and she cried out.
"You had best start to count out the lashes," he instructed her, "or the
strikes will not count."
"W... w... one," sobbed Misty in humilation.
Brock brought the crop down upon her again and again, each time increasing
the strength of the blow. Misty obediantly called out each lash between
sobs. At 10 lashes Brock stopped briefly to soothingly run his hands over
the red welts that stripped Misty's tiny young bottom. Then the punishment
continued. By the time all 18 lashes had been delivered Misty was bawling
uncontrollably. Her legs felt as if they were made of jelly and she
feared she would collapse at any moment. Her bottom burned and stung from
the assault.
"I'm very proud of you," said Ash as he got up from his chair and approached
the bed. "You bore your punishment very well."
Although deeply humiliated Misty suddenly felt an even deeper sense of
pride in herself that she could please her master so. This caused a
confusing conflict of emotions within her but the pain of her punishment
distracted her from focusing on them.
"You may rest briefly," said Brock as he placed the crop on the night stand,
"before the second lesson begins."
Misty collapsed onto the bed and buried her sobbing face into the deep, soft
downy quilt that covered it. She reached behind her with one hand and began
to sooth her battered bottom. Brock and Ash watched her and laughed and
she felt her face flush with embarassment.
After a short while Ash commanded her, "Resume your position, whore. It is
time for your second lesson."
Misty silently and quickly obeyed, she prayed that her second lesson
would not involve another spanking as she doubted she could take another
so soon after the first. She felt Brock's hand grab the tattered remains
of her panties and rip them forcefully from her body. She let out a
shocked gasp but was careful not to speak. Ash lifted one of her arms
from the bed then sat upon it before her.
"Now that you have learned to obey your masters," he said, "you must now
learn to pleasure your masters."
Misty bit her lower lip with nervous anticipation as Ash instructed her,
"Unbutton my trousers and withdraw my manhood."
She unbottoned the fly of his trousers, her eyes glued to the bulge within
then gasped in shock as Ash's penis sprung forth. She gingerly reached
for it with her long, slender fingers to help free it from it's confines.
She thrilled at her first touch of it: the silky soft smoothness of the
skin yet the marble-like hardness of the muscle beneith. Ash's penis
was long, but slender and she stared at it as the deep red head pointed
straight up at her face. She felt a thrill of excitement run through
her body and her groin began to tingle with arousal.
"You may begin," said Ash.
Misty didn't have to ask what was expected of her, somehow she instictively
knew. It was as though what she was about to do was somehow programmed into
her genetic make-up. She parted her lips then greedily came down upon
Ash's throbbing member. She moaned with a thrill of pleasure as she felt
his penis slide into her mouth. Guided by some inner instinct she expertly
worked her tounge upon the underside of his shaft as she bobbed her head
up and down upon his tool with expert speed and precision.
"How can I be enjoying this?" she thought to herself. "It's wrong, it's
so very wrong. This can't be, but I am enjoying this."
Slowly, coyly, she dared to look up at the face of her master as she worked
his hard cock in and out of her mouth. Ash had one hand resting on the
bed to support him and the other resting on the back of Misty's head.
His eyes were closed and his face had a quiet, peaceful look on it so
very different from the angry, fearsome expression when he first
encountered her in her room. He opened his eyes and looked down at her.
He gave her a sweet, loving smile. Although Misty's mouth was busy
she smiled back at him with her eyes then shyly averted them.
It was then that she felt Brock take her from behind. His thicker, hard
cock easily sliding into her warm pussy, wet with her own desires. She
gave a deep, low moan as she took more of Ash's cock into her mouth.
Brock grabbed her tightly by her hips and began to pump into her fast
and furiously. She never let the pleasure Brock was giving her distract
her from her duty to Ash's cock. She fucked back at Brock, slapping her
butt up against him, oblivious to the pain of her previous lesson, while
sucking hard on Ash's penis. Her moans of pleasure further stimulated
Ash along. She felt a deep passion building up within her, a tingle
that grew from her genitals and began to consumer her body and soul.
She knew she was going to cum and cum hard.
Ash was the first to cum, spraying his load inside her mouth and down her
throat. She hungrily sucked every last drop from his softening penis.
He withdrew from her mouth then gently cupped her chin in his hand and
lifter her gaze up to meet his. Brock began to pump into her with a frenzy
of passion, his orgasm seconds away. Misty felt almost delerious with
pleasure.
"Do you understand what it is to be a whore? To be a slut?" Ash gently
asked her."
"Oh yes, yes master, I know. I know." she cried out as the intensity of
her 'lesson' built.
"Very good," said Ash. "I'm very proud of you. You learned your lesson
well. Now you may choose. Do you want to be a whore?"
"Choose?" asked Misty, unable to think straight, so distracted with
pleasure.
"Yes, choose," Ash reassured.
Misty was confused by the paradox of emotions that consumed her. She felt
completely humiliated by her submission to the two men that were so
roughly taking her, yet she also felt more empowered than she had ever
felt in her life with the choice that lay before her.
Brock's fucking built to a crescendo and Misty screamed out as her body
was wracked by orgasm after orgasm. "Yes!" she screamed, "I want to be
a whore. I want to be your whore, Master Ash, and your's too Master Brock.
I want to be your whore." Her body shook with an orgasm more intense
than any she had felt before. She smiled as she thought to herself,
"I feel so pretty, so feminine. I've never felt this happy to be a girl."
Misty awoke with a scream to find herself sitting up in her sleeping bag.
Brock and Ash were sitting near the morning campfire and both gave
her a startled look of suprise. Pikachu was sitting on her sleeping bag
looking at her, equally puzzled.
"Pika pika?" he asked in concern.
"Misty!" exclaimed Ash.
"Are you alright?" asked Brock?
Misty pulled the sleeping bag up to cover her naked chest. She flushed
with embarassment and stammered, "Yeah, I'm fine. It was just a bad
dream."
"I guess that's understandable," said Ash as he politely averted his
eyes. "You went through a lot last night back at that haunted cabin."
"Yeah, about last night," began Brock.
"It's okay," said Misty as she settled back down into her sleeping bag.
"You don't have to explain anything. I understand you were possesed by
ghost pokemon. What happened wasn't your fault, you had no more
control over the situation than I did."
She slid a hand down deep into her sleeping bag and brushed it slowly
over her vagina. It was hot and wet. Her body too was covered with
sweat.
"Really, your fine with it?" asked Ash, a little embarassed.
"It's okay, really," Misty assured him. "I just wish those ghost pokemon
hadn't made you destroy my clothes." She clutched the sleeping bag
tightly around her. "All I have left are my suspenders and they don't
do much good without something to hold up."
"Maybe there's a town nearby, " said Ash, "one of us could go get you
some new clothes."
"Right now we've got another problem," said Brock as he looked through
his backpack. "I think our food supplies must have fallen out
back at the cabin."
"Are we going to go back?" asked Misty nervous. She was frightened by
the prospects of running into those ghost pokemon again, yet her body
tingled with excited anticipation of what might happen if she did.
"Um," Ash cast nervous glances at his companions. "I think it might
be best if we didn't."
"Yeah, I gotta agree, " said Brock. "Who knows what might happen."
Brock shifted uncomfortably on the log he was sitting on and flushed
slightly as he tried to conceal the hard-on the memories of the
previous night had brought on. "Beisdes, these woods are just full
of food. We've been living in the wild so long, training pokemon, that
we're probably experts at survival."
"Brock's right!" cheer Ash bolting to his feet. "I've got a fishing
line in my pack, and I'm sure there are plenty of fruits and
berries out there just ripe for the picking."
"You know, it might be best, given the circumstances," said Brock,
"if Ash and I went off together in search of food. We'll
leave the fishing line here with you and you can go down to the
stream and fish on your own." Brock began to flush with embarassement
again and his voice cracked nervously, "Then, you know, no one will see
you... naked... and all."
Misty giggled, the thought of being alone, naked in the woods was
strangely thrilling. "Okay, but you better not let me catch you two
peeking." she playfully warned.
"Promise!" said Ash and Brock together.
Soon Ash and Brock disappeared into the woods together. When she thought
they had gone far enough Misty slid out of her sleeping bag. She unzipped
it then hung it inside-out on a tree-limb to let it air out. Pikachu
shyly averted his eyes.
"Pika pi chuuu," he said coyly.
"It's okay, Pikachu, I don't mind if you see me naked. You're a pokemon."
Misty told him as she bent to pet the embarassed pokemon on the head.
Pikachu looked up at Misty's sweet, soft face, then let his eyes travel
down her slender young body. He gulped as he looked at her firm young
breasts, then her tight trim stomach. When he caught a glimpse of her
pink, hairless slit he shrieked, "Pika pika pika pi!" and bolted off
into the woods.
"Well then, that's okay," Misty laughed. "You go play in the woods."
She sang to herself as she gathered the fishing line then strolled
towards the stream, enjoying the cool, soft caress of the morning breeze
upon her soft young flesh.
When she got to the stream she tied the line to the branch of a tree, then
gingerly baited the hook with a worm she found under a rock.
"Yuck!" she said, her stomach feeling squeamish. "I hate bugs."
She tossed the baited hook into the stream then slowly slid into the cold
water to bathe herself. Her skin was pimpled with goosebumps and her tiny
nipples grew erect and hard. She began to masterbate as she bathed,
remembering the events of the night before and the fantasy of the dream
she had. She felt guilty and confused that she should take such pleasures
from such dark fantasies. The fingers of one hand massaged her tiny clit
under the cool stream waters as the fingers of the other hand teased
her hard young nipples.
Elsewhere in the woods Ash and Brock were picking blueberries from a wild
bush they had found.
"That was really something last night," Ash said to Brock.
"Yeah," said Brock, too embarassed to look his young friend in the face.
Instead he concentrated on his berry picking.
"I mean it felt good, but it was scary too," said Ash.
"It was kind of like watching a movie, but one where you felt everything
that was happening," said Brock as he recalled what it was like to be
possessed by a ghost pokemon.
"I'd kind of like to do that again sometime, but you know, be in
control," said Ash as he ate a few of the berries he was picking.
"I know what you mean," said Brock. "But I wouldn't want to hurt Misty."
"I don't think she would mind," said Ash.
Brock stopped picking berries and looked at Ash. "Yeah, I think you're
right. Did you hear her talking in her sleep?"
"Are you kidding," said Ash, "I'm still hard thinking about it."
"And you know, I was sensing that she even though she was being raped
by the pokemon that were possessing us, she was also really getting off
on it to." said Brock as he adjusted the bulge in his pants.
"Man, am I ever horny," said Ash.
"Me too," said Brock. "What should we do about it?"
"I've got a plan," said Ash as he began to explain his idea to his
friend.
Pikachu nervously approached the spot where Misty was bathing in the
stream. He peered out from the bushes and watched her bathe. Even though
she was a human he was still captivated by the beauty of her tone, teen
body. "What's she doing?" he thought as he watched her. She seemed
to be particularily focused on washing her nipples and he could only
take a guess at what the hand under the water might be washing.
Misty closed her eyes as she lost herself in her fantasy. She imagined
herself bound and helpless while Brock and Ash took turns using her
body for their pleasure. She increased the speed and pressure on her clit
then moaned loudly as she was taken by an orgasm.
"I wonder what's wrong with her?" Pikachu thought to himself as he watched.
Just then he saw Ash and Brock emerge from some nearby bushes.
"Haunter!" said Ash in a very cheesie B-movie voice.
"Gengar!" said Brock in a voice that equally conveyed his need for
acting lessons.
Misty gasped in shock and her heart momentarily raced with fear. But
then a sly smile crept across her face as she pondered, "What are
those two up to?"
She modestly covered her tiny breasts with her hands and slid down into
the stream, "Oh no! You're back and you've possessed my friends."
"That's right," said Ash still using the same cheesie voice, "you
were such a sweet piece of ass that we had to come back for seconds."
"So how's it going to be?" asked Brock. "Do we do this the easy way,"
then he took a serious tone in his voice, "or the hard way?"
"Please don't hurt me," Misty pleaded as she rose from the stream and
aproached her two friends on the shore. "I'll do whatever you ask of
me."
Ash and Brock had their pants off in a flash. Brock laid himself down
on the smooth pebbles that covered the banks of the stream.
"Mount my cock, you whore," he commanded.
"Please no, I musn't," Misty protested meekly.
"Do as you're told bitch!" snapped Ash as he grabbed her roughly by
the arms and led her over to Brock. She obediently followed where he
lead.
When she got to Brock she straddled him and slowly lowered herself with
a shudder on his warm, hard cock.
"Now fuck yourself like the slut you are," Brock commanded.
Misty eagerly obeyed and began to pump herself and down on his shaft.
She groaned and moaned as Brocks thick cock would plunge deeply into
her tight pussy.
"Now it's my turn to try some of that ass," said Ash.
Brock grabbed Misty by the shoulders and pulled her down on his
chest. She struggled as she felt Ash come from behind her and spread
her tiny ass cheeks apart.
"No wait guys, I don't think..." she protested, her eyes wide with panic
even though her body was thrilled with anticipation.
"Shut up whore," hissed Ash, "you know you want it." He spit into the
palms of his hands then rubbed the spit over his cock. He then lined
up the head of his cock with Misty's anus and began to push it in.
Misty protested loudly, "No, Ash, don't. Please don't do that. Please
not there." She pushed down as if she was going to the bathroom and
this allowed Ash's cock to enter her tight ass more easily. She let
out a loud deep moan as Ash took her ass.
"Please stop," she pleaded with her two friends but they all knew
her protests were just for show. The all knew that if they dared to
stop, then there would really be hell to pay. "Please, Ash, Brock,
don't do this. Stop please! Please don't rape me. Stop! No!"
Misty moaned and groaned loudly as she experienced for the first time the
thrill of being taken in the ass and the cunt at the same time. She could
feel the two cocks rubbing against each other through the barrier of flesh
that seperated her two body cavities. She began to pant and whine as
Brock and Ash turned up the intensity of their assault.
Brock played with her tiny breasts while Ash bit playfully at her
back and neck.
Misty bit her lower lip as her body sang with orgasmic delight.
"Oh god, this is increadable," she thought as the two teens pumped
her with all their strength.
"You like this don't you?" Ash whispered into her ear.
"Y... yes," Misty panted, embarassed at her own admission.
"Say it, say it out loud so everyone can hear what a slut you are," said
Brock as he pinched her nipples hard.
Misty shuddered as he did so and screamed out, "Yes, I love it. I'm
a slut and I love it. I'm a whore, I'm your whore Brock. I'm your whore
Ash. Aaaaaaaaaahhhh!" she wailed as her body was shook by orgasm after
orgasm.
With her scream Brock and Ash both came, filling her insides with their
hot, sticky cum. The three collapsed together in a pile of exhaustion.
"Oh, Brock, Ash," sobbed Misty her body still shaking with small
post-orgasm tremours, "I love you."
"I love you too," answered Brock in heavy breaths.
"Yeah, me too," said Ash as he let his softening penis slide out of her
tight ass.
Misty shuddered at the sensation.
"How did you know we wern't really possessed?" asked Brock.
"Well for one thing, your eyes didn't have that evil green glow
they had when you were possessed," she answered. "But more than that,
even though you were dominant and taking me as you pleased, there was
a gentleness and tenderness in your dominance that wasn't there when
you were possessed by Haunter and Gengar."
"We'd never really do anything to hurt you," said Ash as he softly
placed kisses up and down her spine. "We'd never really make you do
something that you really didn't want to do."
"Ash is right Misty," confirmed Brock as he wrapped his arms
tightly around her.
Misty smiled as she snuggled into Brocks strong embrace. "I know guys,"
she said with a sigh, "that's why I give myself freely to you. I'm
your whore, your slut, your fuck-toy and your lover. Now and forever."
She smiled as she thought to herself, remembering her dream,
"I feel so pretty, so feminine. I've never felt this happy to be a girl."
Suddenly all her confusion was gone.
The three rested a while longer on the shores of the stream. Pikachu
watched them from the bushes and scratched his head in confusion.
"I just don't understand humans," he thought to himself before heading
back off into the woods to play.
Ash, Brock, and Misty bathed together playfully in the stream then
returned to camp to share the berries Ash and Brock had collected.
THE END?
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Title: Playtime For Ash And Brock
File Name: playtime_for_brock_and_ash.txt
Author: Ghastly
Rating: XXX
Size: 26KB
Type: lemon - evil
Action: Ash-Brock-Misty, NC;
Added: 09-07-99
Read by: Racso
Description: Ash and Brock make a sex slave outta Misty.
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Playtime For Ash And Brock -- by Ghastly
Misty looked at her reflection in her bedroom mirror and admired the white
victorian dress she was wearing: the stiff, yet dainty high collar that
modestly covered her delicate, slender neck, the elaborate yet tasteful
embroidery that decorated the blouse, the soft, feminine lace cuffs, ruffles
and bows. She combed her long silken red tesses that fell in cascading
ringlets almost to the small of her back and thought to herself,
"I feel so pretty, so feminine. I've never felt this happy to be a girl."
She looked down at the cosmetics that were neatly arranged on the surface
of the mahogany victorian vanity and thought, "Maybe a little makeup
would be nice. I'm sure I'm old enough now."
She bit her bottom lip with nervous anticipation as she opened a delicate
glass jar that contained blush powder and taking a camelhair brush she
carefully applied it to her cheeks. "Oh my," she thought as she admired
the results, "that really brings out my cheek bones. I look so much more
mature."
Next she picked up a tube of lipstick and opened it. She held her breath
as she applied it to her soft, pretty lips then blotted the excess on a
delicate lace handkerchief. She looked up into the vanity mirror to admire
her pretty young face then gasped in shock to see the reflection of Brock
and Ash standing behind her, each dressed in the garb of a victorian
gentleman.
She spun around and asked them in a quiet, frightened voice, "Please good
sirs, it is not proper to enter a ladie's bedchambers without permission."
"Proper?" asked Brock. "You would speak to us of what is and is not proper?"
he said in an indignant tone.
"Look at you," Ash scolded her in an angry tone that made her blush with
shame. "You paint yourself like a whore. A whore!"
"No, sir," Misty meekly protested, "It was only a little make-up. Just a
little, I wanted to look pretty. That is all." He voice quivered with fear.
"Slut!" barked Brock as his gloved hand slapped her across the face, hard
enough to sting, but not hard enough to cause any damage. "You are a
whore and a slut." he hissed as he grabbed her roughly by the wrists and
wrenched her to her feet.
Misty let our a shriek of fear and began to cry tears of terror and
humiliation. "Please kind sirs, I meant no offence. Please let me go
and I will remove the make-up immediately. I'll never wear it again,
I promise sirs," she pleaded.
"We'll let you go," snarled Ash, "after we have taught you a proper lesson
on what it is to be a whore."
Brock moved behind Misty and held her arms straight out at her sides as
if she were a crucifix. Ash moved forward and grabbed her dress in both
hands. He ripped it from her body with strength that belied his small size.
Misty gasped in amazement at how easily the dress was stripped from her
delicate young body. She stood there, her face burning a bright crimson
at her humilation. She was clad now only in the delicate lace undergarmnets
she had never dreamed anyone would see her in: a tight white corset
trimmed with lace and small bows, small white panties with ruffles on
her bottom, a pair of white silk stockings held in place with a garter
belt, and the high, feminine, white silk victorian boots that buttoned
up the side.
"Please sirs, no, please," she begged as the tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Please sirs, I won't be a whore again, I'm so sorry to have offended.
Please let me go."
"Silence slut!" yelled Ash as he struck her on the cheek with a gloved hand
only slightly harder than Brock had. "You will be released after you fully
learn what it is to be a whore. If you learn your lesson well then you
may choose if you wish to be a whore again or not. Until you have finished
your lesson you will obey us without hesitation and without complaint.
Fail us in any way dear slut, and things will only be harder on you.
Do you understand me whore?"
"Choose?" Misty pondered the word over and over again in her mind. "Can
I choose to be a whore if I want to?" Ash's harsh words began to excite
her and she mentally chastised herself for becoming aroused.
Ash's hand struck her again on the other cheek, "When we ask you a
question, we expect an answer? Do you understand me whore?"
"Y... yes," Misty meekly offered, her head bowed submissively as she
avoided eye contact with Ash.
"Very well," said Brock as he released his tight grip on her hands. "Now,
you must be punished for your whorish ways. Go to your bed, bend over and
place your hands on it then wait for your punishment."
She timidly went to the bed and took the position Brock had instructed
her to take.
"Spread them wider," instructed Ash as he kicked at her feet to spread
her legs apart. Misty immediately and silently complied.
"There you are my good fellow," Ash said to Brock as he handed his friend
a black leather riding crop. "I believe this whore is ready for her first
lesson."
Brock took a few practice swings through the air with the crop and Misty
began to bawl, "Oh please, please Brock. Don't do that, please, I beg you.
Please, don't. I'll do anything you want. Please don't."
Brock shook his head saddly, "Dear slut, you just don't understand, do you?
You are not to address us by our names. You may call us 'master' or 'sir',
but a whore may not address her masters by their given names. That has
earned
you an extra lash, as well you will recieve an additional five lashes
for daring to question, protest, or complain about the actions of your
masters. Do you understand now, whore?" he asked.
Misty cried in loud sobs as she answered. "Yes sir, I understand."
"Very good, for being a whore you get 10 lashes, added to the 6 you've just
earned that makes 17," Brock said as he ran his hand across Misty's ruffled
panties then down the exposed flesh of the back of her thigh.
"That's only 16 sir," Misty shivered at Brock's touch.
"It will be 18 now," said Ash clicking his tounge with disapproval. "Your
masters were testing you, slut, and you failed. You do not speak until
spoken to and you do not dare to correct your masters. Understood whore?"
Misty cried, "Yes master, I'm sorry master."
"Very well," Ash said as he took a seat in a soft armchair that
was near the bed, so that he might have a comfortable view of her
punishment. "You will count out the lashes, whore."
Without warning Brock brought the riding crop down across Misty's bottom.
It stung baddly but the pain was not more than Misty could bear. Still
she shrieked out in terror at the suddeness of the strike. Brock
brought the crop down again and she cried out.
"You had best start to count out the lashes," he instructed her, "or the
strikes will not count."
"W... w... one," sobbed Misty in humilation.
Brock brought the crop down upon her again and again, each time increasing
the strength of the blow. Misty obediantly called out each lash between
sobs. At 10 lashes Brock stopped briefly to soothingly run his hands over
the red welts that stripped Misty's tiny young bottom. Then the punishment
continued. By the time all 18 lashes had been delivered Misty was bawling
uncontrollably. Her legs felt as if they were made of jelly and she
feared she would collapse at any moment. Her bottom burned and stung from
the assault.
"I'm very proud of you," said Ash as he got up from his chair and approached
the bed. "You bore your punishment very well."
Although deeply humiliated Misty suddenly felt an even deeper sense of
pride in herself that she could please her master so. This caused a
confusing conflict of emotions within her but the pain of her punishment
distracted her from focusing on them.
"You may rest briefly," said Brock as he placed the crop on the night stand,
"before the second lesson begins."
Misty collapsed onto the bed and buried her sobbing face into the deep, soft
downy quilt that covered it. She reached behind her with one hand and began
to sooth her battered bottom. Brock and Ash watched her and laughed and
she felt her face flush with embarassment.
After a short while Ash commanded her, "Resume your position, whore. It is
time for your second lesson."
Misty silently and quickly obeyed, she prayed that her second lesson
would not involve another spanking as she doubted she could take another
so soon after the first. She felt Brock's hand grab the tattered remains
of her panties and rip them forcefully from her body. She let out a
shocked gasp but was careful not to speak. Ash lifted one of her arms
from the bed then sat upon it before her.
"Now that you have learned to obey your masters," he said, "you must now
learn to pleasure your masters."
Misty bit her lower lip with nervous anticipation as Ash instructed her,
"Unbutton my trousers and withdraw my manhood."
She unbottoned the fly of his trousers, her eyes glued to the bulge within
then gasped in shock as Ash's penis sprung forth. She gingerly reached
for it with her long, slender fingers to help free it from it's confines.
She thrilled at her first touch of it: the silky soft smoothness of the
skin yet the marble-like hardness of the muscle beneith. Ash's penis
was long, but slender and she stared at it as the deep red head pointed
straight up at her face. She felt a thrill of excitement run through
her body and her groin began to tingle with arousal.
"You may begin," said Ash.
Misty didn't have to ask what was expected of her, somehow she instictively
knew. It was as though what she was about to do was somehow programmed into
her genetic make-up. She parted her lips then greedily came down upon
Ash's throbbing member. She moaned with a thrill of pleasure as she felt
his penis slide into her mouth. Guided by some inner instinct she expertly
worked her tounge upon the underside of his shaft as she bobbed her head
up and down upon his tool with expert speed and precision.
"How can I be enjoying this?" she thought to herself. "It's wrong, it's
so very wrong. This can't be, but I am enjoying this."
Slowly, coyly, she dared to look up at the face of her master as she worked
his hard cock in and out of her mouth. Ash had one hand resting on the
bed to support him and the other resting on the back of Misty's head.
His eyes were closed and his face had a quiet, peaceful look on it so
very different from the angry, fearsome expression when he first
encountered her in her room. He opened his eyes and looked down at her.
He gave her a sweet, loving smile. Although Misty's mouth was busy
she smiled back at him with her eyes then shyly averted them.
It was then that she felt Brock take her from behind. His thicker, hard
cock easily sliding into her warm pussy, wet with her own desires. She
gave a deep, low moan as she took more of Ash's cock into her mouth.
Brock grabbed her tightly by her hips and began to pump into her fast
and furiously. She never let the pleasure Brock was giving her distract
her from her duty to Ash's cock. She fucked back at Brock, slapping her
butt up against him, oblivious to the pain of her previous lesson, while
sucking hard on Ash's penis. Her moans of pleasure further stimulated
Ash along. She felt a deep passion building up within her, a tingle
that grew from her genitals and began to consumer her body and soul.
She knew she was going to cum and cum hard.
Ash was the first to cum, spraying his load inside her mouth and down her
throat. She hungrily sucked every last drop from his softening penis.
He withdrew from her mouth then gently cupped her chin in his hand and
lifter her gaze up to meet his. Brock began to pump into her with a frenzy
of passion, his orgasm seconds away. Misty felt almost delerious with
pleasure.
"Do you understand what it is to be a whore? To be a slut?" Ash gently
asked her."
"Oh yes, yes master, I know. I know." she cried out as the intensity of
her 'lesson' built.
"Very good," said Ash. "I'm very proud of you. You learned your lesson
well. Now you may choose. Do you want to be a whore?"
"Choose?" asked Misty, unable to think straight, so distracted with
pleasure.
"Yes, choose," Ash reassured.
Misty was confused by the paradox of emotions that consumed her. She felt
completely humiliated by her submission to the two men that were so
roughly taking her, yet she also felt more empowered than she had ever
felt in her life with the choice that lay before her.
Brock's fucking built to a crescendo and Misty screamed out as her body
was wracked by orgasm after orgasm. "Yes!" she screamed, "I want to be
a whore. I want to be your whore, Master Ash, and your's too Master Brock.
I want to be your whore." Her body shook with an orgasm more intense
than any she had felt before. She smiled as she thought to herself,
"I feel so pretty, so feminine. I've never felt this happy to be a girl."
Misty awoke with a scream to find herself sitting up in her sleeping bag.
Brock and Ash were sitting near the morning campfire and both gave
her a startled look of suprise. Pikachu was sitting on her sleeping bag
looking at her, equally puzzled.
"Pika pika?" he asked in concern.
"Misty!" exclaimed Ash.
"Are you alright?" asked Brock?
Misty pulled the sleeping bag up to cover her naked chest. She flushed
with embarassment and stammered, "Yeah, I'm fine. It was just a bad
dream."
"I guess that's understandable," said Ash as he politely averted his
eyes. "You went through a lot last night back at that haunted cabin."
"Yeah, about last night," began Brock.
"It's okay," said Misty as she settled back down into her sleeping bag.
"You don't have to explain anything. I understand you were possesed by
ghost pokemon. What happened wasn't your fault, you had no more
control over the situation than I did."
She slid a hand down deep into her sleeping bag and brushed it slowly
over her vagina. It was hot and wet. Her body too was covered with
sweat.
"Really, your fine with it?" asked Ash, a little embarassed.
"It's okay, really," Misty assured him. "I just wish those ghost pokemon
hadn't made you destroy my clothes." She clutched the sleeping bag
tightly around her. "All I have left are my suspenders and they don't
do much good without something to hold up."
"Maybe there's a town nearby, " said Ash, "one of us could go get you
some new clothes."
"Right now we've got another problem," said Brock as he looked through
his backpack. "I think our food supplies must have fallen out
back at the cabin."
"Are we going to go back?" asked Misty nervous. She was frightened by
the prospects of running into those ghost pokemon again, yet her body
tingled with excited anticipation of what might happen if she did.
"Um," Ash cast nervous glances at his companions. "I think it might
be best if we didn't."
"Yeah, I gotta agree, " said Brock. "Who knows what might happen."
Brock shifted uncomfortably on the log he was sitting on and flushed
slightly as he tried to conceal the hard-on the memories of the
previous night had brought on. "Beisdes, these woods are just full
of food. We've been living in the wild so long, training pokemon, that
we're probably experts at survival."
"Brock's right!" cheer Ash bolting to his feet. "I've got a fishing
line in my pack, and I'm sure there are plenty of fruits and
berries out there just ripe for the picking."
"You know, it might be best, given the circumstances," said Brock,
"if Ash and I went off together in search of food. We'll
leave the fishing line here with you and you can go down to the
stream and fish on your own." Brock began to flush with embarassement
again and his voice cracked nervously, "Then, you know, no one will see
you... naked... and all."
Misty giggled, the thought of being alone, naked in the woods was
strangely thrilling. "Okay, but you better not let me catch you two
peeking." she playfully warned.
"Promise!" said Ash and Brock together.
Soon Ash and Brock disappeared into the woods together. When she thought
they had gone far enough Misty slid out of her sleeping bag. She unzipped
it then hung it inside-out on a tree-limb to let it air out. Pikachu
shyly averted his eyes.
"Pika pi chuuu," he said coyly.
"It's okay, Pikachu, I don't mind if you see me naked. You're a pokemon."
Misty told him as she bent to pet the embarassed pokemon on the head.
Pikachu looked up at Misty's sweet, soft face, then let his eyes travel
down her slender young body. He gulped as he looked at her firm young
breasts, then her tight trim stomach. When he caught a glimpse of her
pink, hairless slit he shrieked, "Pika pika pika pi!" and bolted off
into the woods.
"Well then, that's okay," Misty laughed. "You go play in the woods."
She sang to herself as she gathered the fishing line then strolled
towards the stream, enjoying the cool, soft caress of the morning breeze
upon her soft young flesh.
When she got to the stream she tied the line to the branch of a tree, then
gingerly baited the hook with a worm she found under a rock.
"Yuck!" she said, her stomach feeling squeamish. "I hate bugs."
She tossed the baited hook into the stream then slowly slid into the cold
water to bathe herself. Her skin was pimpled with goosebumps and her tiny
nipples grew erect and hard. She began to masterbate as she bathed,
remembering the events of the night before and the fantasy of the dream
she had. She felt guilty and confused that she should take such pleasures
from such dark fantasies. The fingers of one hand massaged her tiny clit
under the cool stream waters as the fingers of the other hand teased
her hard young nipples.
Elsewhere in the woods Ash and Brock were picking blueberries from a wild
bush they had found.
"That was really something last night," Ash said to Brock.
"Yeah," said Brock, too embarassed to look his young friend in the face.
Instead he concentrated on his berry picking.
"I mean it felt good, but it was scary too," said Ash.
"It was kind of like watching a movie, but one where you felt everything
that was happening," said Brock as he recalled what it was like to be
possessed by a ghost pokemon.
"I'd kind of like to do that again sometime, but you know, be in
control," said Ash as he ate a few of the berries he was picking.
"I know what you mean," said Brock. "But I wouldn't want to hurt Misty."
"I don't think she would mind," said Ash.
Brock stopped picking berries and looked at Ash. "Yeah, I think you're
right. Did you hear her talking in her sleep?"
"Are you kidding," said Ash, "I'm still hard thinking about it."
"And you know, I was sensing that she even though she was being raped
by the pokemon that were possessing us, she was also really getting off
on it to." said Brock as he adjusted the bulge in his pants.
"Man, am I ever horny," said Ash.
"Me too," said Brock. "What should we do about it?"
"I've got a plan," said Ash as he began to explain his idea to his
friend.
Pikachu nervously approached the spot where Misty was bathing in the
stream. He peered out from the bushes and watched her bathe. Even though
she was a human he was still captivated by the beauty of her tone, teen
body. "What's she doing?" he thought as he watched her. She seemed
to be particularily focused on washing her nipples and he could only
take a guess at what the hand under the water might be washing.
Misty closed her eyes as she lost herself in her fantasy. She imagined
herself bound and helpless while Brock and Ash took turns using her
body for their pleasure. She increased the speed and pressure on her clit
then moaned loudly as she was taken by an orgasm.
"I wonder what's wrong with her?" Pikachu thought to himself as he watched.
Just then he saw Ash and Brock emerge from some nearby bushes.
"Haunter!" said Ash in a very cheesie B-movie voice.
"Gengar!" said Brock in a voice that equally conveyed his need for
acting lessons.
Misty gasped in shock and her heart momentarily raced with fear. But
then a sly smile crept across her face as she pondered, "What are
those two up to?"
She modestly covered her tiny breasts with her hands and slid down into
the stream, "Oh no! You're back and you've possessed my friends."
"That's right," said Ash still using the same cheesie voice, "you
were such a sweet piece of ass that we had to come back for seconds."
"So how's it going to be?" asked Brock. "Do we do this the easy way,"
then he took a serious tone in his voice, "or the hard way?"
"Please don't hurt me," Misty pleaded as she rose from the stream and
aproached her two friends on the shore. "I'll do whatever you ask of
me."
Ash and Brock had their pants off in a flash. Brock laid himself down
on the smooth pebbles that covered the banks of the stream.
"Mount my cock, you whore," he commanded.
"Please no, I musn't," Misty protested meekly.
"Do as you're told bitch!" snapped Ash as he grabbed her roughly by
the arms and led her over to Brock. She obediently followed where he
lead.
When she got to Brock she straddled him and slowly lowered herself with
a shudder on his warm, hard cock.
"Now fuck yourself like the slut you are," Brock commanded.
Misty eagerly obeyed and began to pump herself and down on his shaft.
She groaned and moaned as Brocks thick cock would plunge deeply into
her tight pussy.
"Now it's my turn to try some of that ass," said Ash.
Brock grabbed Misty by the shoulders and pulled her down on his
chest. She struggled as she felt Ash come from behind her and spread
her tiny ass cheeks apart.
"No wait guys, I don't think..." she protested, her eyes wide with panic
even though her body was thrilled with anticipation.
"Shut up whore," hissed Ash, "you know you want it." He spit into the
palms of his hands then rubbed the spit over his cock. He then lined
up the head of his cock with Misty's anus and began to push it in.
Misty protested loudly, "No, Ash, don't. Please don't do that. Please
not there." She pushed down as if she was going to the bathroom and
this allowed Ash's cock to enter her tight ass more easily. She let
out a loud deep moan as Ash took her ass.
"Please stop," she pleaded with her two friends but they all knew
her protests were just for show. The all knew that if they dared to
stop, then there would really be hell to pay. "Please, Ash, Brock,
don't do this. Stop please! Please don't rape me. Stop! No!"
Misty moaned and groaned loudly as she experienced for the first time the
thrill of being taken in the ass and the cunt at the same time. She could
feel the two cocks rubbing against each other through the barrier of flesh
that seperated her two body cavities. She began to pant and whine as
Brock and Ash turned up the intensity of their assault.
Brock played with her tiny breasts while Ash bit playfully at her
back and neck.
Misty bit her lower lip as her body sang with orgasmic delight.
"Oh god, this is increadable," she thought as the two teens pumped
her with all their strength.
"You like this don't you?" Ash whispered into her ear.
"Y... yes," Misty panted, embarassed at her own admission.
"Say it, say it out loud so everyone can hear what a slut you are," said
Brock as he pinched her nipples hard.
Misty shuddered as he did so and screamed out, "Yes, I love it. I'm
a slut and I love it. I'm a whore, I'm your whore Brock. I'm your whore
Ash. Aaaaaaaaaahhhh!" she wailed as her body was shook by orgasm after
orgasm.
With her scream Brock and Ash both came, filling her insides with their
hot, sticky cum. The three collapsed together in a pile of exhaustion.
"Oh, Brock, Ash," sobbed Misty her body still shaking with small
post-orgasm tremours, "I love you."
"I love you too," answered Brock in heavy breaths.
"Yeah, me too," said Ash as he let his softening penis slide out of her
tight ass.
Misty shuddered at the sensation.
"How did you know we wern't really possessed?" asked Brock.
"Well for one thing, your eyes didn't have that evil green glow
they had when you were possessed," she answered. "But more than that,
even though you were dominant and taking me as you pleased, there was
a gentleness and tenderness in your dominance that wasn't there when
you were possessed by Haunter and Gengar."
"We'd never really do anything to hurt you," said Ash as he softly
placed kisses up and down her spine. "We'd never really make you do
something that you really didn't want to do."
"Ash is right Misty," confirmed Brock as he wrapped his arms
tightly around her.
Misty smiled as she snuggled into Brocks strong embrace. "I know guys,"
she said with a sigh, "that's why I give myself freely to you. I'm
your whore, your slut, your fuck-toy and your lover. Now and forever."
She smiled as she thought to herself, remembering her dream,
"I feel so pretty, so feminine. I've never felt this happy to be a girl."
Suddenly all her confusion was gone.
The three rested a while longer on the shores of the stream. Pikachu
watched them from the bushes and scratched his head in confusion.
"I just don't understand humans," he thought to himself before heading
back off into the woods to play.
Ash, Brock, and Misty bathed together playfully in the stream then
returned to camp to share the berries Ash and Brock had collected.
THE END?
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Ghastly
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Vincent Price's Evil Twin.