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_ DISCLAIMER: All characters and properties are copyright their respective owners. All writing and original characters are copyright 2009 Zephyr Paws. The author is in no way associated or affiliated with any third-party. This original fiction was created with no intention of any copyright infringement against any third-party, and is purely for fan enjoyment. _

WARNING: This story contains sexual acts and descriptions of sex between Pokemon and human characters. It also contains first-person descriptions of rape (told from the victim's perspective) and the internal emotional turmoil that follows it, as well as the struggles in getting past it. If any of these things bother you - at least when reading them in a fictional story (real rape is awful!) - or if you are under 18 years old (or whatever it is in your area), then stop reading now and, um, do something else. Of course.

-~ Chapter 1: Hard to Swallow ~-

It was just another night... just another awful night. That was what I had to keep telling myself. Someday, it'll stop. It has to stop. He has to... Someday, life will be better. Someday, the pain will dull. Someday...

Someday hadn't come just yet. It was just another of those days... The feelings I felt tonight and for the past several nights were feelings that I didn't think I'd ever have to feel.

As I stared into the blackness of the closet I was now locked inside of, memories of the last several days rushed through my mind. It was almost dizzying how quickly they were going by, but equally painful reminding myself just how much I'd been through...

***

I don't know if I was any more or less shy than the average Clefairy because I never had any friends to compare myself to. Clefairy or otherwise, actually.

In my little home in Mt. Moon - a really magnificent mountain, by the way - I grew up with just my daddy. He was a really nice Graveler, but was really quiet. He protected me from Trainers on several occasions as they passed through the mountain to get to the city on the other side. He taught me to run away if ever I saw another Pokemon or Trainer, because he didn't want to see me hurt.

Daddy... Why did you leave? You took care of me for so long... You raised me from an egg - an egg that was just left behind, nonetheless. I knew you weren't my real father... I may have been naive about a lot of things, but I knew that... and I knew how much you cared about me...

At least I thought I knew. "It's time for you to grow up, now, darling," wasn't a goodbye. It wasn't what I wanted... I could have grown up with you. I could have...

It took me a few days before I realized that I was on my own. But daddy, you know what, you did a good thing. I may never know why you left me... but I do know that you cared for me, that you loved me like I was your own, and that you wanted me to be a fully functional Clefairy.

Look what I grew to be, though... a shy, timid Clefairy that was taught to run from everything. A shy, timid Clefairy with no friends, with no parents, with no one... Was that what you wanted me to be, daddy...? Because that's what I became...

Of course, I do know that Clefairy are very timid by nature. It's an instinctual thing, to run and hide from humans and other Pokemon. Maybe he was just teaching me what I was supposed to learn... I really don't know.

I think it was the not knowing that hurt the most. Not knowing why he left me, not knowing why I was the way I was, not knowing what to do now that he was gone... not knowing what would happen in my life once I was alone and without anyone protecting me.

A week or two passed. I foraged for food in Mt. Moon every few days, bringing it back and storing it where I slept, in a secluded nook of the mountainous cavern. At one point, I lost all of the food I had stored because an Ekans came in and ate everything, and even started sleeping in my leaf bed!

Needless to say I had to find somewhere else in Mt. Moon... I knew I had to, and thankfully I managed to that same day.

Just when I thought things couldn't get much worse, getting booted out of my own 'home' and all, I was rudely awakened the next morning by a Nidorino slamming into me, waking me up and sending me flying against the walls of the cave.

"Yeah, got'cha!" exclaimed the Nidorino proudly, standing on all fours and stamping his front left foot on the ground.

"Good job, Whiskey," said another voice.

I shook my head and fully woke up to see there was a Trainer with a Nidorino attacking me! I must have been careless! I should have done something else, or picked a different spot to sleep. I couldn't help but blame myself for picking such a bad spot to sleep.

It took me a few too many seconds to realize I absolutely had to run from this Trainer and his Nidorino. Why was I so stupid to blame myself when I should have been running?

Without any further provocation, I jumped up and began running away from the Nidorino as quickly as my little feet would carry me.

"After it!" ordered the Trainer, running after me with his Nidorino.

The Nidorino could run much faster than the human and it caught up to me in no time, tackling me and pinning me to the ground.

"Get off of me! Stop! Help!" I cried as I struggled to break free from the heavier Nidorino, yet found myself powerless to do so. His weight was just too much for me to push off of him and I couldn't escape his hold.

"Yeah, right! Why dun'cha somethin' about it, pipsqueak?" the Nidorino taunted with a slow, somewhat twangy voice. He slammed his front foot onto my back, causing a terrible pain and forcing me to cry harder.

Next thing I knew, I felt my body slip away into a weird red light. Everything went fuzzy from there on in. It was like I was in some sort of trap, struggling and trying to break free from it. The Nidorino was no longer on top of me and all I could see was a strange, panoramic view of the human and even the Nidorino inside of Mt. Moon, shaking every few seconds.

Was this... a Poke Ball? No...! Daddy warned me about Trainers and Poke Balls...! I couldn't let myself get captured! But what could I do? I didn't know... I didn't know what to do. I just struggled as hard as I could to break free from the device, but as I heard an audible clicking sound, my whole body was zapped by a warm, painless electricity, surging strange feelings and thoughts through my head.

"Alright, caught that thing," said the human's voice, echoing all throughout the orb I was now trapped inside of.

I was just suspended and paralyzed by this painless electricity. There was nothing else I could do... it was too late. I was now a Trainer's Pokemon.

All I could do while in this thing was listen to the miscellaneous sounds of Mt. Moon, the mumbling and footsteps of the Trainer, and the fearful thoughts flowing through my head. I wanted to cry... I wanted to cry so badly, but for some reason the electric field of the Poke Ball restrained any of my physical responses, even forming tears... so I could only cry inside my mind.

I could see Mt. Moon from the outside as the Trainer walked away from it, presumably towards the nearby city. That was my home... I was being taken away from my home... by a strange man I didn't know and a mean Nidorino.

***

The next thing I knew, I found myself called out from the Poke Ball inside of a room. The room looked strange and foreign. It was nothing like what I imagined a human's house to be like. The walls were perfectly flat and smooth, colored blue... there was also a bed in the corner, as well as two doors with little doorknob things on opposite sides of the room.

"Get used to it, because it's your new home," said the human, who was standing behind me as I was looking around the place. He was tall, moderately muscular, had long, black hair flowing down from his head with one lock covering his left eye, and was wearing very interesting clothing. He also had a patch of black hair growing down from his chin a few inches.

I reacted immediately by fleeing towards the bed and hiding under it. I didn't know where I was! I just knew that this human caught me and took me from my home.

"You coward." The sound of his footsteps drew closer. "You're mine now. I tell you when you run and who you run from..." He paused before slamming down on the bed above me, shouting, "got it?!"

That frightened me so much! I quickly ran out from under the bed and over towards one of the doors. Unfortunately I couldn't reach the doorknob, so I was effectively trapped in this comparatively small room.

The human faced me again. "I'm Tom. Tom Collins. Your new master." He smirked and started laughing in a mildly menacing way... "We're going to have some fun together, heh heh..."

"Let me out of here! Please!" I cried, temporarily forgetting what daddy told me about humans being unable to understand the language of Pokemon. "Please! I just want to go home!"

In response to my cries, Tom grabbed a book from a nearby shelf and threw it at me, narrowly missing me. "Shut your worthless mouth!"

All I could do was blink at the human. The way he shouted that order was frightfully intimidating. My heart was racing, I was frozen with fear, completely powerless to do anything but stare at the Trainer. I knew that even that might have been a problem to him, but I didn't know if I should look away, either...

"Now listen. I'm going to call you Brandy, do you understand?" He took a step towards me and crossed his arms. "When I say, 'Brandy, do this,' you do whatever I tell you to do." One more step towards me... "If I say, 'You're worthless, Brandy, and don't deserve to live,' you cower in a corner and regret your life."

Why was he saying such... cruel things to me? Were other Pokemon and humans really that horrible? Daddy never told me that they were this bad, and he was very protective... the few humans he protected me from didn't even say things like Tom was saying...

"And if you ever disobey me..." There was an eerie pause in both his speech and actions. Suddenly, he lunged forward, picked me up by my rather large ear, and squeezed it tightly. "You will be punished!" He then threw me against the wall, slamming me against it before falling to the ground in pain.

"Now I want you to meet your new friend. He'll either be the only friend you ever have, or the second worst enemy you'll ever make - me being the first, of course." Tom reached for a Poke Ball on his waist and then threw it forward a bit, causing it to open and a purple Nidorino to spring out from it.

"Whiskey, I want you to introduce yourself to Brandy." Tom rubbed the Nidorino's forehead and guided the purple Pokemon's eyes straight in my direction. "Just... be friendly. Nothing more. Do you understand?"

The Nidorino nodded and then walked over towards me with a smirk on his face. "I'm Whiskey," he said in the same slow, sort of twangy accent he spoke in earlier. "We're gunna be good friends... good friends... heh heh."

I wasn't sure if I should try talking to Whiskey or not. I didn't have a lot of experience in talking to other Pokemon - and by 'not having a lot of experience,' I mean I only talked to my daddy... "Um, uh... h-h-hi, W-Whiskey...?"

Whiskey began chuckling a bit, closing his eyes and everything. "Lissen to you! Yer a skiddish wuss!" He opened his eyes and gave an intimidating smirk. "Heh heh, Master loves havin' fun with skiddish wusses like yerself."

"W-what do you mean?" I asked shyly, confused - and worried - by exactly what he meant by that.

"Y'know how some Trainers're nicer and work with Pokemon, right?" He didn't wait long enough for me to answer no. "Others love to make their Pokemon afraid of 'em. It's a power-trippin' thing."

"He... he wants to make me afraid of him?" If so, he was doing a very, very good job of that...

"You betcha, an' hate to say it, but you look as weak and powerless as they come."

He was right. I was pretty weak and powerless... I mean, um, after all, I was born and raised to flee from any sort of danger, so it isn't like I'd have any experience in fighting or being 'powerful.' "Wh-what does that mean?"

The Nidorino let out several hardy laughs. "Ha ha, it means yer ass is gonna be pretty sore, sweetheart!"

"W-what?!" That really didn't sound good. He... he had to be joking, right? Surely that was just a joke. "R-really?"

"Ha ha, you betcha. He only trains male Pokemon and gets his jollies off'a weak females like you." He smirked a bit more and gave me a rather frightening look. "Last one he 'ad lasted two weeks, then he was done with 'er and threw 'er away somewhere."

"T-threw her away?"

"He didn't need 'er anymore, so yeah. Just got 'er lost in some field somewhere."

I looked over at the human, who was standing there, tapping his toes a bit as he watched us talking. He seemed to smirk a bit as I looked up at him, which caused me to promptly shut my eyes and look back towards the Nidorino.

"That's enough," said Tom, walking forward and picking me up. This time he had a better grip on me, grabbing me from behind with one of his hands and sort of squeezing his large hands against the sides of my body to keep me up. "You probably think you're so cute now, don't you? Well you know what happens to cute little girls..."

My eyes lit up in terror. The way he said that... the creepy, low-pitched way... in addition to what Whiskey just told me. Once more I found myself completely frozen with fear at the hands of that frightening human.

What he proceeded to do sent a shiver of panic down my spine. With his free hand, he slowly started running one lone finger - his index finger - across my belly, sliding it across my silky pink body in a circular motion.

After two or three full circles, he began sliding that finger slowly downward, down past my belly... further... further... sliding it past my groin and right towards the tiny slit that was tucked away between my legs...

"N-no..." I said with a squeak, closing my eyes and almost shivering in fear. My primal intuitions knew exactly what he had in mind with that finger and it was absolutely terrifying...

I felt him squeeze me a bit harder with his gripping hand, which in turn caused me to cry out harder. "Remember what I said? When I say, 'Brandy, do this...' " He gave me a fierce look and left it at that.

The finger began running across my sensitive parts, tickling my clit slightly and rubbing back and forth across it. He just smirked with a smug look on his face as he slowly rubbed his lone finger across that sensitive nub, with each pass over it sending a shiver throughout my body.

He then began moving his finger further down, right at the folds of my slit, and inched his finger inwards so it was touching the even pinker flesh of my girlhood. It felt awful, it made me feel so powerless and so abused... like there was nothing I could do except get violated by that horrible, horrible human...

"And if you ever disobey me..." said Tom in an even lower voice, almost like a deep whisper. He pushed the finger against my opening and pressed against it firmly until the tip painfully entered me, causing me to shriek in response. "...you'll be punished."

I was in pain - emotional, physical, and psychological. The human that I barely knew, my new Trainer, Tom, was molesting me and robbing from me my sanity and dignity...

I felt him continue to push his finger inside, stopping an inch or so in to curl his finger a bit, stretching my vagina out and sending a terrible sensation through my body. I'd never felt anything like what he was doing, but it felt absolutely sickening...

It was such an awful, awful feeling that I wanted to cry... I wanted to cry so badly, but I was so, so afraid that I couldn't even form tears... I couldn't shut my eyes, I couldn't think, I couldn't defend myself, I couldn't do anything... anything...

He started pushing his finger further in, going in another inch or two. It felt like it was so deep inside of me, that it was some horrible foreign object that didn't belong in there. It was, really... it was...

Tom then started withdrawing some of his finger, sliding it out of me. Just when I was hoping that it might be over - that maybe he was just demonstrating his dominance over me or something and was going to stop - he slid it back inside, right about to where it was before.

He kept up sliding his finger in and out of me, sliding it inside and then pulling it back before repeating the cycle. Each time he'd push it back in, I'd produce an uncontrollable squeaking noise, probably due to the pain or psychological suffering I was being put through. Or possibly from holding back all of the tears I was.

I was just so scared... I felt so violated by this man's hand, by one finger...

Something different happened after several dozen more thrusts... he withdrew his finger entirely from me and then placed it in his mouth, sucking on it and licking it in a taunting manner. "So sweet... tastes almost like pure sugar..."

The man then brought me up to his face, holding me in front of him with his gripping hand, and then tilted me back a bit so my girlhood was facing more towards his face. What was he going to do to me now...?

I found out shortly after I thought that. He brought me in closer until my groin was pressed against his face with my legs sort of parting off to his face's sides. The twisted human then released his tongue from his mouth and I felt the slimy muscle slide across my clit, flicking it much faster than he did before with his fingers.

It sent a considerable twinge of cruel pleasure all throughout my body. It left me gasping for air and tensing up, particularly down beneath my stomach and in my legs. It was an awful pleasure, though, absolutely horrible.

He then brought his tongue further down, parted my folds with it, and swiftly slid the much thicker muscle inside of my vagina. It didn't fit very well at all; I was much too tight to really accommodate it, which was both good and bad, because it meant it hurt a lot as he tried stretching me to fit it inside.

He did at least manage to get probably two inches worth of his tongue inside and just licked around in it, rubbing the rest of me across his face. His lips tickled my clit as he did so, which only added more of that discomforting pleasure to course through my body.

Tom made several muffled moans into my body, causing his tongue to vibrate a bit and adding to the feeling even more. I could barely look at the human, who had his eyes closed while he was totally engrossed in violating my insides with his tongue.

Maybe I should have fought harder. Maybe I should have ran from him more. It was a small room that I wasn't familiar with, though, and he would have likely been more violent with me if I was insolent. He would probably yell at me or abuse me even more if I cried...

I just felt like a worthless puppet. It was just like he said... if he tells me I'm worthless and don't deserve to live... ... I just wanted to cower in my corner.

After enduring what felt like an eternity but was actually just a few minutes, he finally freed his face from my body and held me in front of him, licking his lips in a taunting, dominating way. He made a bit of a smacking sound as he did so, too, which felt intentional. "Delicious... like eating a cream puff..."

The human then set me down on his desk and stared directly at me, pointing his finger with a stern look on his face. "Don't you dare move. You're not done yet." He then fiddled with his pants and began removing them, throwing them onto the floor and exposing perhaps the most frightening thing I'd seen yet: his erection, standing proudly at probably... I don't even know how many inches, but it made his finger look like a joke.

He then picked me up again in the same manner, eliciting another terrified squeak out of me. "You must be hungry... heh heh..." Tom held me in front of his penis. It looked quite a bit different than the only other one I'd seen, daddy's - which even then was only by accident and at a distance. Rather than being long and red with a smaller tip, it looked more like one of the mushrooms in Mt. Moon, with a human fleshy color stem and a purplish cap with a red ring around it.

I hoped so desperately that he wouldn't try fit that inside of me... but naturally, my hopes went unanswered, except he wasn't intending to put it in where I was worried he would. Instead, he waved it in front of my face, holding me now with both hands and trying to position me in front of it.

It was so scary, looking at this human phallus that was probably one-third my entire body size, with its little opening up top. Never had I seen a male's penis up that close before... and never before had I been so worried and so disgusted by it. It was nothing like what I thought it'd be...

"Do as I say: open your mouth and suck on it," ordered Tom, thrusting it against my face once before repositioning me so it was directly in front of my mouth. "Do it or else."

I didn't want to. I didn't want to be anywhere near that thing, near that man... I didn't want any of it. All I wanted was just to be home. Since that wasn't an option, all I wanted was for it to end, for me to sleep, and for me to not have to feel so abused like I was.

The only way I'd be able to get to that point was if I complied. He ordered it. If I disobeyed... he would just make things worse. If I fought him, he'd get angry and would probably hit me, or have Whiskey attack me. I didn't even know what he'd do, but I sure didn't want to find out unless I absolutely had to.

Reluctantly, I opened my mouth ever so slightly. However I was caught off guard when he seized the opportunity and pressed against it forcefully. Before I knew it, I had his entire mushroom-cap tip inside of my mouth.

It tasted so salty and bitter, like some sort of unclean water or something. It was disgusting. It was also fairly slimy already, which may have attributed to the taste somewhat.

"Suck, dammit!" Without warning, Tom thrust another inch of himself inside of my mouth, causing me to choke for a second or two before he pulled it back. It became very apparent what he could do to me if I didn't obey... he literally could kill me.

Sacrificing whatever dignity I had left, I succumbed to his demands and began sucking on the head of his penis that was in my mouth. It didn't feel like it was doing anything, although I did hear him give a low humming sound, which I assumed to be a good thing.

I started using my tongue shortly after I began sucking on it, alternating between licking at random spots underneath the head of his penis - which was all I could reach with that much of his manhood stuffed inside of my tiny mouth - and trying to suck whatever I could of the liquid off of the human.

It was absolutely disgusting. I felt so degraded for doing all of that and for putting myself in such a vulnerable, submissive position. I wished so much for the strength to get through it or to fight that man... for the strength to do anything, to stand up to myself, to stay alive, to endure his torment... I just wanted to get through it... I just wanted it all to stop.

Not more than a minute into it, he gripped me with both of his hands tighter and it felt like he was almost squeezing me. He left the head of his penis still inside of my mouth while adjusting me and bringing me into more of a horizontal orientation.

Now that I was more horizontal and he had a tighter grip on me, he started using his hands to thrust my mouth further onto his erection, choking me on it as he did before, except pulling back before I could feel fully choked.

It felt like endless thrusting. I could no longer suck or lick his penis as he was now in total control of it. My mouth was just another opening to him now... and with every thrust it felt like it was choking me and cutting off my air supply. It felt so painful in the back of my throat and I was so short on breath since I could only use my nose to inhale, as my mouth was a bit preoccupied.

At some point he began picking up his bucking, sliding even more of himself in and down my throat. I panicked. I completely panicked. I realized that I could no longer breathe. I tried struggling, no longer rationalizing any consequences of whatever defensive actions I took. My arms flailed, my legs kicked, but I was still completely bound by his firm grip and suffocated by his long manhood.

I started to feel extremely lightheaded and dizzy. All I could see was that human's shirt coming at me and going away from me. It spun and spun until I could no longer really see anything except blackness.

I lost consciousness.

-~ End of Chapter 1 ~-