Stones in the Pond - Chapter Four
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Stones in the Pond â€" Chapter Four
Author: Tobias Foxx
Title: Stones in the Pond
Part: Chapter 4
Universe: Pokemon
Summary: Espeon is broken by his Master
Keywords: Pokemon, M/best, rape, tort, bd, nc, mc, mf
Prior to reading the story, there is a bit of information that needs to be known. I don't like
the world the Pokemon show is based in. It is too happy-go-lucky, the-good-guy-always-
wins, all-we-need-is-love, kumbaya sickly sweet. That's not how things work. Sometimes
the bad guy wins, sometimes the good guy doesn't get the girl, and sometimes things are
just plain screwed up. That's the kind of world that I live in, and that's the kind of world
my stories will take place in. This is intended to be a series, so hopefully I'll get some
good feedback and will post more :). Also, I've never liked the fact that every single
Pokemon comes from an egg, so the ones that deserve live births, aka the mammalian
ones, are born live. Also, I figure that the fact that so many kids are out there with no
supervision and all, there must be a law or something that makes it so they can basically
liberate themselves for the duration of their Pokemon journey, so that's how things work
in my world. Other than that, I've tried to match the Pokemon world rather closely, but do
bear in mind this is a fan fic, and I've taken a bit of poetic license. Enjoy, and tell me
what you think.
Interlude â€" Breaking Espeon
Master returned some few minutes after his abrupt departure. I made only cursory
whimpers as I felt cold metal pressing into my still gaping tailhole. The astringent spray
that followed garnered a much more impressive reaction. I was wasting my energy, I
knew. I could not escape my bonds, but still I tried as molten lava raced through my
bowels. I quieted when the burning turned quite suddenly cool and soothing. I could
have sworn I -felt- my torn innards mending themselves. He must have used a Super
Potion on me to make sure I did not bleed out. Half of me was grateful. The other half
continued to bemoan my fate.
I realized that his fingers were once more around my shaft, and I was surprised to find it
still rock hard against his hand. I felt the cooling slickness of my spunk lubricating his
fingers as they glided along my length. I couldn't help the jump of my flesh when he
grasped my knot and gave it a gentle squeeze. He continued to stroke me for several
minutes, and I began to actually enjoy the attention. It was such a change of pace that I
could almost forget the pain he had so recently inflicted. I was panting and mewling for
release by the time he pulled his hand away, my loins burning to spill my seed once
more. He denied me relief, instead stepping away and using his remote to keep me in
that painfully aroused state. Waves of pleasure raced through me in time with the beat of
my heart, but not enough, never enough.
"You've been a good little bitch for me," he confided. I had to strain to comprehend his
words through the haze of need that shrouded my mind. "So, I've brought you a
present."
Pulling free a Pokeball, he released the captive within. The red glare quickly formed
itself into an Umbreon. She lay on her side, rump facing towards me. Her paws were
bound together, metal shackles holding them pulled out in front of her. A muzzle
wrapped around her head and connected her nose to the links between her paws, keeping
her curled into a tight ball. A collar around her neck held her tail pressed flat to her back.
I received a very clear view of the puffed nethers between her legs and felt my shaft jump
once more at the sight. Her lips were swollen and red, obviously recently stretched,
blood and white fluid leaking from between them. The smell of her heat invaded my
nostrils, mingled with that of my Master's spunk. Her scent was familiar, but different. I
couldn't quite place it, but I cared little. I wanted a piece of that delicious Umbreon,
instinct overriding logic as I strained once more at my bonds.
"You want her, don't you?" Master inquired. "You want to fuck this little slut bloody all
over again, don't you?" He knelt beside her, smacking a hand against her exposed rump
before pressing a finger deep inside. She squirmed at his attentions, letting out a weak
mewl of protest, but his eyes remained on mine. "I know you want her, pet. You want to
make her your bitch, like I made you mine." He pulled his hand away from her and
moved over to present his slicked finger which I eagerly licked clean, savoring the taste.
"Do you want to rape her?"
It was a loaded question. I wanted her, desperately needed her, had to have her, to sink
myself within her and feel her around me, but I didn't want to rape her. I wanted her
willing. I took too long to answer, apparently, because my thoughts were interrupted by a
blast of pleasure that left me nodding emphatically. Anything, just so long as my release
was finally granted. He nodded in response, a cruel smile playing over his lips. Master
set the Umbreon somewhat upright, her head pressed against the cold ground, hind paws
supporting her rump. When she began to slump over again, he pointed the remote in her
direction and she spasmed with pain, squealing loudly, but managed to hold herself
upright. Grinning still, he released my bonds, stroking a hand down my back when I
didn't move.
"You learn fast, don't you? Go get 'er."
Thus commanded, I wasted no time in crossing the short distance between us, nor did I
bother with foreplay. I launched myself onto her back, nearly bowling her over before I
could get my forepaws around her waist. My hips were already thrusting at the air as I
hunched myself closer, instinct guiding my actions as I lined up to mate her. I could feel
my tip banging against he heat of her puffed vulva and thrust forward as hard as I could.
My shaft sank into her up to my swollen knot. I hissed in breath as I felt her heat envelop
me, inner walls pulsing against my throbbing maleness. Pre coursed up my rod to join
the mingled fluids within her clenching tunnel. When the shock of entry had passed, I
began to hump at her with feral fury, pounding into her abused hole with all my might,
seeking only my own released, caring not at all for her pleasure or comfort.
Her squeals only drove me to thrust faster, harder, my knot banging against her stretched
lips as it sought entrance. The head of my shaft banged against her cervix, forcing that
too to spread as I raped her. I could feel my climax fast approaching and wanted only to
feel myself tied with this unwilling bitch. I could feel her stretching to accommodate me,
feel her walls and entrance spreading so that I could fit myself fully inside, whether she
wanted it or not. And then it happened. My knot slipped inside of her, my head lodging
itself within her womb. Molten seed coursed its way up my pulsing rod to spew into her
innermost sanctum, my knot swelling further to tie us together. I panted and mewled as
release finally washed over me, collapsing atop her. Her own legs gave out, toppling us
both, a sharp pain spiking through my mind as my head cracked against the concrete.
I simply lay there, panting in breath, basking in the glow, her scent filling me. My joy
turned to horror when I finally recognized it. The female that I had just taken so brutally
was the playmate I had grown up with. The soft sound of her weeping and the shudder of
her sobs tore at my heart. I had loved her, loved her almost as much as I had loved
Master, and I had... I buried my face against her neck, shuddering with sobs of my own
as the shame of what I had became fully apparent. I cringed when I felt Master's hand
run once more down my spine.
"That's a good little pet," he purred, his voice slick and oily. "We're both going to have
a lot of fun with this little slut, aren't we?" A jolt of pleasure caused my shaft to flex and
pulse within her. "I'm going to break her, and you're going to help me, aren't you?"
I shuddered at the intimation, at the dark thoughts I could feel swirling within his mind. I
would help him, I realized, already had. I would never escape him. The psychic
remnants within the room were proof enough of that. I would die before he even thought
of setting me free, and there was no hope of escape while he could control my body in
such a manner. At the slightest provocation, I would be curled with pain, begging to do
anything he asked just to make it stop. Reluctantly, I nodded agreement. I would be his
slave. I would do whatever he wanted. I just hoped that I could make my former
companion understand how unwilling my contributions to her torture would be. I hoped
that she would understand how sorry I was, how shamed. I was broken, and she soon
would be as well.