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'I told you we shouldn't have come back so soon! They had a lot more people guarding the place ever since we, no, YOU trashed it up...', Sneasel came to a stop, taking deep breaths, they had run quite a distance, away from the storehouse, away from the humans that had spotted them as they climbed over the fence.

'But they store all the Tsitruberrys in that place, you know they're my favorites.' the Tyrogue said calmly, jogging up to him, coming to a halt too. He wasn't as fast as Sneasel, but he still had stamina to spare. 'And you know that was an accident, who'd expect all those shelves would come crashing down just from a few warm up punches...'

'I DID!', the dark blue Pokemon shouted angrily 'I told you to stop messing around, just as I told you we shouldn't come here today!'

'Alright, ok, but we got away no problem, didn't we? So calm down already.', Tyrogue replied, putting a hand on his friends shoulder. 'Next time, I'll listen, ok?'

Sneasel rolled his eyes, brushing his hand away, sighing as he turned around: 'No you won't... and one of these days you'll get us... in one hell... of a...' suddenly, his eyelids grew heavy, as did the rest of his body.

*THUMP*

Sneasel turned around, seeing his friend lying on the ground, struggling to lift himself up.

'Wha?..', he couldn't even finish his question before his legs gave in and he too, sunk to the ground, falling asleep almost instantly.

...

...

Two figures approached the two fallen friends, the bigger one pressing his shoes against them, shaking them lightly.

'They're asleep allright, very good. But man, bickering among themselves out in the open like that, you'd think these street urchins would have some street smarts... whatever, one more Sleep Powder up close and we're good to go.'

'Rade!'

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When Sneasel regained some of his senses again, he found himself in a dimly lit room. Barely able to see or even think straight, the Pokemon's first instinct was to jump up and run, away and quick, but he found himself unable to move. 'Tyrogue! Where are you, are you ok?!', the words formed in his mind, but when he tried to voice them, he produced nothing but muffled sounds.

'What's going on?', he thought, his heart beginning to race, as panic set it and forced his mind to become clearer, to wake up and act.

His eyes filled with dread at what he saw.

He couldn't move because he was tied up, laying on his back on top of a small, wooden table, a leather belt pressing down on his chest, securing him on top. His arms were spread apart to the sides, held straight by red ropes tied to his wrists. To keep him from cutting through his binds, his claws were encased in several layers of, tissue tape.

He wanted to cry for help, cry for his friend, but the bright red rubber ball, safely lodged in his mouth, reduced his panicked cries to a quiet muffle. His legs were spread apart and his knees bent, ropes tying his shins and thighs together. He was unable to cover himself, to hide the red cone that had left his slit for some reason, unable to do more than struggle against his bonds, barely able to squirm as his panicked mind registers the extend of his current situation, as well as the soft vibrations spreading through his bowels.

A pink remote was lazily taped to each of his thighs, pink wires, clearly visible even in the dimmed light of the room, leading down to his lightly twitching anus, still glistening with traces of lubricant. The low buzzing sound of two bullet vibes could be heard from within his body, but was drowned out by more muffled screams and heavy breathing.

With his tail-feathers hanging down the edge of the table, he was perfectly exposed and accessible and entirely helpless to do anything against it, not strong enough to break his chains, his claws disabled and his body manipulated by unknown forces. His head was propped up just enough to allow him a clear view of his partner, Tyrogue, hanging from the ceiling, upside down, slightly swinging back and forth like a pendulum, over and over.

Tyrogue's legs were slightly spread by a short spreader bar, ropes tied around each of his ankles leading to the ceiling. His arms were tied behind his back, another rope leading from them to a hook above.

His brown short pants and shoes were gone, thrown to the side, exposing his butt, penis and balls, very human-like in appearance, like the rest of him, the skin a paler purple compared to the rest of his body.

The bandages on his chest were also tugged away, showing small, purple nipples.

He was still under the sleep powders effect, eyes unresting, but closed, breathing short and forced, as if he could wake at any second, a small stream of drool leaking over the ring gag that stretched his jaws open, down over his left eye, trickling to the ground below.

Sneasel was terrified at the display in front of him, even more so when he noticed the large thing shoved partway into his friends body.

He didn't know, but it was a not quite true to life replica of an Arcanine's erect cock, about eight inches long, colored in red and purple hues, about as thick as Tyrogue's skinny legs and with a knot almost twice that thick at its base. The way his flesh had spread to accommodate the plastic intruder couldn't be called anything but grotesque.

Relaxed through the sleep powder and with some lube to help, someone got it a good five inches deep, creating a bulge on his flat stomach.

Sneasel knew they were in deep trouble, the deepest they'd ever been in, no, much more than that, horrifying danger. To him, everything in this place screamed demise, from the low, dimmed light to the whips, sticks, paddles and undefinable tools, metal, plastic, leather, the ropes and shackles and even chains and whatever else he didn't even have a word for, it screamed death and torture. Run, get away or never run again.

Almost as much as that, it shocked him that his body, despite everything, insisted on feeling a tingle of pleasure, just the tiniest sliver of it, originating from deep within him, but enough to worry and scare him even more.

They had been through hard times in the past, they endured hunger, been roughed up by other Pokemon and chased away by humans, but never had they been trapped so helplessly. Struggling more, but completely in vain, he tried to ignore the butterflies in his stomach and shout, scream, make any noise at all, trying to wake his friend before their capturer returned.

His claws might have been disabled, but Tyrogue's claws were his whole body. He was strong, if he could free himself, maybe they could flee from this horrid place after all.

But too late. A heavy door swung opened, screeching loudly as metal grinds against metal. Two figures entered the room. A man, tall, at least compared to everyone else present, the upper half of his face covered up by a black mask, showing only his excited grin, but otherwise nude.

His companion, smaller, green, wearing a similar black mask over what would naturally resemble a green mask anyway. A Roserade, a similar smile plastered over her face, chirping to her human, words he couldn't really understand, but seemed to have a pretty good grasp on as he smiled and nodded at her.

Sneasel understood though, she was almost singing a song: 'We're gonna have fun tonight~ 'punishing the troublemakers~' ... 'I don't need to hold back because they were bad, right? Right?' 'Let's give them hell all through the night~' [It sounds more melodic in Pokemontongue, I swear you guys.]

Bending over Sneasel, he spoke to him: 'I see, so you're the first to wake up, how're you feeling? Everything comfortable? Well don't worry, that'll change soon enough. Right, Rosie?', the man chuckled, patting his Pokemon's head.

'You know why you're here, don't you?' he asked, looking down on the frightened Pokemon, who shook his head, trying to speak, 'Let us go, please.' or something like that, there was no talking through the gag.

'Didn't you think people would get angry at you guys? Didn't you think anyone would notice? Breaking into places, stealing, destroying property. But that thing with the warehouse? You've broken the Camerupts back long ago, but that one really got the townsfolk riled up. They don't even care how they get rid of you now, as long as they never have to deal with you again...'

Sneasel gulped at the accusations, eyes opening wide with fear. Were the humans really that furious with them? He'd never heard of Pokemon being captured and imprisoned like this... but then, how would they tell anyone?

'By the look on your face, I feel you understand where this is going.

We're getting rid of you, in style too. We're happy, the townsfolk is happy and you... well you're not going to be. Sorry.'

As he talked, Tyrogue finally woke up, his eyes flying open like switching on a lightbulb. His senses were overstrung as various stimuli crashed down on him all at once. Confusion - the whole world was turned upside down. Panik - He saw the ominous man standing in front of his friend, tied to a table, afraid and he couldn't do anything to help him. Pain - he hurt all over, his head from the blood flowing into it, his legs and arms from the ropes digging into them, his ass felt like it was being ripped apart and his stomach stung, as if someone had run a metal pole through him.

It took a few seconds for him to process all of this, before he finally felt able to react by crying out, followed by physical struggle, trying to fight off all that was hurting him. But all it did was make him swing in his ropes.

Unlike Sneasel, Tyrogue's screams were loud, though burred, slurry and interrupted by gurgling sounds and grisly groans, both Sneasel and Roserade could make out bits and pieces of what he was saying: 'something something pain! something free! leave something something help! sneasel!'

'OK! That's quite enough of that, Roserade, would you be so kind?' the man spoke in a loud voice to his Pokemon. She nodded, skipping to one of the walls, small thorny vines, akin to rose stems, extending from the flower that grows from her wrist, wrapping around the grip of a thick, black whip.

Moving in front of the screaming Pokemon, she swings it into the air, letting it crack once near his face, though not hitting him.

For a second, the noise thundering in his ears broke his screams, distracting his mind from everything else, but the pain quickly returned to the center of his attention. Just as another gurgling scream was forming, the whip cracked down again hard, right across his chest, where it left a stinging mark, forcing the air right out of his lungs as his chest tightened up.

By the time he actually registered the pain and the need to cry out, there was nothing left to form a sound with.

The pain overshadowed everything else, tears flooded his eyes, more so than they already had. He felt his muscles tense and his body arch as it fanned out from his chest. It felt like someone had set him on fire.

He struggles hard against his bonds, trying to get away from the pain as if moving away was going to make it better. It only took three or four seconds before he finally managed to force himself to take a breath, but it felt like eternity for him.

And again, just as he was about to cry out his pain, the whip hit him hard, spreading fire and flames across his stomach, leaving him silent, emitting only a faint gurgle as his floundering increased.

Again... and again, the heavy instrument crashed into the helpless Pokemon, leaving marks all over him.

'Isn't that much better? I'm sure you didn't want to hear him scream like that either, right?' the man spoke calmly, as Sneasel watched, frozen in terror, as welt after welt brightened up on his friends skin. His heart raced, skipping a beat very time the whip came down on Tyrogue, his quiet gurgling terrifying him even more than his screams had.

'Well, there's really no point in talking much more either way. Not like it'll make a difference now, so let's get this show on the road.'

With that, his hands wandered over the small of Sneasel's body, quickly moving down between his legs, pressing a finger against the base of his red rod, sliding it inside his slit-like genital pouch.

'You know, I was really surprised when this turned out not to be a pussy, but don't worry, I'm open for anything. Just like you'll be.', he winked behind his mask as he moved further down.

'I love how cool your skin feels, you're gonna be my first ice-type. Can't wait to see if you're as cool on the inside too.'

Sneasel struggled against the touch, but had nowhere to go, as Tyrogue's whipping turned into background noise.

'Hah, actually, I already know you do...', with that, he rammed a finger into Sneasel's ass, poking the vibrating bullets inside, Sneasel tensing up, stretching his neck behind himself as he tried to get away from the sudden penetration, muffling against his gag.

Pulling it out, he kept talking: 'Look at you go from just one little finger... it's so much better now that you're awake. And can you imagine how it'll feel once I put this one inside?', standing on his toes a little, the man shifted his hips to line up his hardened cock with the Pokemon's, pressing it down against his cool body, easily dwarfing him in size and girth.

'Just look, all of this will go inside you. It'll probably feel like you're getting punched in the gut though.'

Sneasel's eyes opened wide, as if trying to pop out from his head as the man's fist pressed into his body suddenly.

'Something like that, you gotta tell me how close I got later, kay?' with that, the man gripped the struggling Pokemon by the thighs, holding his hips still as he pressed his cock against Sneasel's right bud.

Sneasel, sick to the stomach, felt the large piece of flesh, dry, safe for a small bead of sticky pre, prodded at this body. Every muscle stiffening against him.

With success. Somehow, in pain, trembling from it even, muscles clenching uncontrollably, fate managed to close his body off against the man's giant tool.

'No dice like this, huh? But that's nothing a little lube won't fix... or maybe even better than that..', his fist slammed into the small creature again, leaving it struggling and in pain as he turned to Roserade and Tyrogue.

Tyrogue was dripping sweat, tears and spit to the ground, covered in countless welts all over his body, leaving only his face and groin free of blemishes. It took longer for the upside down Pokemon to raise his voice now, as every hit taxed his system, leaving him frozen just a little longer before he even managed to draw another deep breath. And he was trying to hold back the screams, breathing heavily for a few seconds, though the pain was like a raging torrent, blocked by a flimsy little dam, it always overwhelmed him again, before the heavy rubber whip crashed into him.

He put a hand on Roserade's shoulder, letting her know to take a break before he walked towards the beaten Pokemon, still in a tense, frozen state after the last hit, only his eyes widening as he saw the human closing in, his hard cock boobing up and down in front of his face.

'She's done quite a number on you, little guy. I'm sure this is hurting a lot more than those two punches your friend got so far.'

With air slowly filling his lungs again, Tyrogue managed a glance at Sneasel, who still squirmed against his ties, before his own body was thrown back into tremors again.

Bending down just a little to hold the shaking Pokemon by his shoulders, the man kept talking in a soothing voice 'Atta boy, deep breaths, just like before, don't worry, there's no whip anymore. Let it all out for me...'

Not because the man had allowed him, but because his body couldn't hold it back anyway, Tyrogue drew breath to cry out in agony once more, only to be silenced by a thick, meaty cork, sliding through the spitcovered ring gag and forcing its way down, or rather, up his throat in one passing motion, stretching it visibly.

'Psych!'

The man turned his head to his partner, both sharing a laugh, as Tyrogue fell into wild throes, trying to get away, as he could neither cry out, nor draw breath.

Holding his head steady with one hand, he slid the other over Tyrogue's bruised stomach and chest, marvelling at the heat radiating from where Rosie's whip had left its mark, praising her on the good work she had done. She took a small bow, smiling at his words. He couldn't help but moan when he felt Tyrogue's throat contract against his cock, as the Pokemon tried to whine, but couldn't, as he tried to avoid his touch, but couldn't either. Even a soft graze caused his tender flesh to sting painfully.

He slid his hands behind the Pokemon's back, for a moment, it almost seemed like he wanted to embrace the hurt boy. But of course, he wasn't doing anything like that. Instead, his hands roamed over his back, quickly moving up to his butt, grabbing for the Arcanine toy, still lodged halfway down his tight pucker.

Compared to Sneasel, they had lubed up Tyrogue pretty generously and his body had more than enough time to grow accustomed to the canine-shaped invader that had been forced into him in his sleep.

Oversized as it was for the fighting type, it moved in and out of his lubed hole effortlessly, despite his best attempts to close his body against its painful advance. Bit by bit, striking deeper until, at last, the knot portion was resting against his abused entrance. Tyrogue squirmed and struggled, his airways blocked, unable to breath, unable to escape. His eyes tearing up from both the pain in his bowels as the plastic toy stretches his tender insides, as well as the burning in his lungs, increasingly desperate for oxygen, straining themselves trying to draw in just a trace of fresh air, but only sucking in more cock, at best, coaxing out a few slimy drops of precum.

Sneasel, recovering just barely from the pain in his guts, horrified at the scene unfolding in front of him, had tried to scream at Roserade, 'He's killing him! He can't breathe!! He's dying, please stop him, please no!', begging her to help, raging against his constraints. But through the gag, she only heard some muffled sounds, mockingly telling him to speak up loud and clear if he needed anything from her. Though obviously aware what must be going through his head, she wasn't going to do anything. She would let Tyrogue and him die and she'd smile as it happened...

Unable to bear any more, he closed his eyes and looked away, trying to blend out everything, praying for this to be just a nightmare, begging to Arceus to save them. But when he felt that gentle touch against his face, it wasn't the gods. It was Roserade again, smiling, shaking her head no. Soft petals pressing against him, as small, spiky, but not sharp, tendrils emerged from them, grabbing hold of his face and forcing it back towards his friend, who was struggling more and more frantically, his muscles spasming wildly.

Locking eyes with his friend, through the man's legs, seeing how all fight had left his body, leaving only fear and desperation, tears of sorrow filled Sneasel's eyes, blurring his vision completely, though unable to close his ears from Roserade's excited voice: 'Can you see, he's going to lose conciousness just... about... now~'

He screamed inside...

Only as Tyrogues struggles die down to a small twitch, his eyes glazing over as his body begins to shut down does the man pull out. But not before shoving the red toy into him once last time, the knot resting snugly against his anus now. Dipping his head into Tyrogue's mouth one more time to make sure it's covered in a thick, slimy layer of saliva, he gives the lifeless body a slap on the butt as it swung, completely limp.

'Rosie, you're up again, I think he's trying to slip away, we don't want him to die after all.', despite his words, the man's voice showed no real concern. Whether the Pokemon woke up again or not barely concerned him. And he had his sights set on his next victim already.

Moving back to the table, patting Roserade on the head, complimenting her quick thinking as she passed him, he looked down on the terrified creature in front of him, tracing one finger over Sneasel's chest, across his legs, turning one of the vibe remotes to 'Max' before resting it on the tip of his cock, feeling it twitch and even leak a little pre as the stimulation took effect.

'I bet you'd call me a monster if you could speak, right? But look at you, hard, enjoying being tied up and teased while your friend suffered. You're even worse than I thought.'

The cruel words burned a hole through Sneasel's chest. He shook his head, cold tears flying through the air, horrified, terrified beyond believe, but unable to deny the truth in those manipulative lines. The tools inside him were all that made him feel anything pleasurable, while seeing his friend gave him nothing but anguish. But in his head, both had combined into one confusing mix that shattered his heart, distracting him from the hot, slick cock that was rubbing up against his cold entrance.

Pain shot through his body, tears filling his eyes, as the man pushed into his virgin body, forcing it to open up around him. Sneasel arched his back, as well as his constraints allowed that is, screaming into his gag, trying to push him out somehow, but to no avail, then he went stiff, his sphincter clenching down hard.

'Too late, the heads already in and its only going to go one way from here. Damn, you ice types feel cold down here, not bad though.', he smirked and used his hand to help push in another half inch, feeling the Pokemon tremble and struggle as he did, watching his face as it became contorted with pain.

Meanwhile, Roserade skipped playfully towards Tyrogue's limp body, whip in hand, twirling it around skilfully, taking her time before, with a loud crack, it thundered down across the length if his body and he... and he did nothing...

Pausing to think for a moment, Roserade took a step back, re-aiming, twirling again, before bringing the whip down once more, smack across his groin.

Eyes snapping open, every fibre in his body tensing up at once, Tyrogue drew in so much air, about to fill the room with an earthshaking scream for sure.

But then he saw the Pokemon in front of him, saw her lifting her arm, ready to strike... and he froze. He was in agony and he couldn't bear any more. The struggling, the tensing of his body, even the attempts to scream had dampened the pain some, but they would only tack on more and more. His body became limp, breaking into tears and sobbing bitterly, as all the pain they had caused him rippled through his body in full strength, making no attempt to block it out anymore.

'Please... no more...' he begged, unclear, but understandable, surprising both Roserade and her human.

'Well, I'll be damned, I didn't think he would break so quickly. I took him more for the fighting type. Get it?' the man chuckled at his own joke, waiting for Sneasel to react to it... but Sneasel was too preoccupied to even hear a word he said.

Watching his friend come back to live, just to cave in like that, it made him realize... death would have rid him of his pain and suffering. That it was quickly becoming the only way to escape these beasts... and they wouldn't let it happen. This momentary revelation crashing down on him even managed to block out the pain for a second, but only until another inch forced its way into his rectum, renewing his helpless struggle to escape the inevitable.

'Keep tensing up like that, it's only going to make it harder on you. Just what we need to catch up to your friends head start.' he mocked the Pokemon, knowing full well that he couldn't relax even if he wanted. Not after everything that happened. And certainly not if he didn't gave him any time to do so.

Even with all the slickness from Tyrogue's throat, it was somewhat of a challenge, but since he wasn't trying to make this comfortable, it really didn't bother him much, he just forced his way through whatever resistance there was as the slick slime did it's part.

Halfway in, he bumped into the bullet vibes, moaning as he felt their vibrations against his head.

'Ahhh, shit, this is amazing! Do you feel that? My whole dick is vibrating inside you, come on, be honest, that feels good, doesn't it? Hey, you hear me?', without further warning, he slapped Sneasel across the face.

'Hey, you don't get to fade out early, got that? There's still half a cock left to feed you... and then some. Look at your little friend, do you think you'd get away with any less than him? And just think about how he'd feel, he's probably in hell right now and you're trying to take the easy way out? Doesn't he mean anything to you?'

Not that the Pokemon could really help if this was all it took to make him black out, but the man wouldn't tell him that, if he could turn that weakness into a stake to ram through his heart instead.

It was obvious from the beginning that Tyrogue would be able to endure much more than him. That's why he was strung up to be whipped in the first place and he easily surpassed all expectations in that regard. Unless they were made from stone or steel, most others would have lost conciousness long ago. It excited him endlessly.

With tear-stained eyes, Sneasel watched his friend. He seemed eerily calm now, hanging there, not even sobbing anymore, despite his physical state, beaten up, the marks covering his body turned a dark purple and were much more visible now.

He couldn't see how much the Pokemon actually trembled, as every inch of his body pulsed with pain.

And he hadn't stopped his sobbing because he calmed, but because he simply couldn't any more. What little energy was left in him was spend on weak, shallow gasps and concentrating on not making any more sound, fearing, more than anything, how much worse they could still make him feel. Only the occasional spasm, as the pain became too much for his body to bear, betrayed his peace, proving that he was still alive, trapped in a hell of pain Sneasel couldn't even imagine at the moment. But he would be moving closer to that place.

'God, this is feeling too good, I think I need to speed this up.' with that, the man began shoving his cock into the small Pokemon in one continuous, albeit slow, push, pushing the vibrators further in as he advanced.

Sneasel's eyes rolled back up his head as his own suffering reached a new high. Inch by inch was painful, but this felt as if his insides were being ripped to shreds by a searing knife. It knocked the air right out of him, every muscle in his body tensing up against the intruder and his restraints, causing cramps all over, making him feel like countless knifes were stabbing into his body.

Roserade squealed, having since moved next to her master, watching intently as he speared himself into the tied up wretch.

Muffled cries filled the room as Sneasel struggled so hard, the whole table was shaking slightly under his throes.

And then, with a loud grunt, the mans cock had completely disappeared inside him, light skin pressed against trembling blue skin. Until it stopped trembling and the room grew quiet, leaving only the grunts of the man and the humming of his Pokemon.

'Whew, he really made me work for that last inch. And he's so tight, god, Rosie, I wish you had a cock to feel this too.', the man patted his Pokemon affectionately, genuinely feeling bad about her missing out. 'But you can get yours now if you want, what do you think, the switch sound good? Oh and get the stool!'

'Rarade!' the little lady nodded enthusiastically as she ran to the wall, picking out a long, thin stick made from hard wood, then dragged a wooden stool back to the table.

Jumping on it, she made some practise swings, letting the thin instrument swish though the air.

Pleased, the man turned his head to Tyrogue and spoke: 'Hey, champ, you still with us or do we have to wake you up again?', making the Pokemon jerk just from the memory of the last whiplash.

'Good good, well, I just thought you'd want to see this, you know, since he watched you too. Fair is fair 'n all.

Ok, I think we're ready to go, go wake him up, Rosie.'

Roserade rubbed one of her flowers over Sneasel's nose, leaving a glittery, yellow powder on it, watching as it got sucked up into the Pokemon's nostrils, before taking the switch into both of her hands, raising it high above her head.

A few seconds later, bloodshot eyes opened wide as Sneasel was ripped out of his blissful, painless sleep, memories and agony returning to him all at once as he looked into the smiling face of his torturer and his nightmare started over.

'Welcome back, dreamt something nice?', he heard the happy voice mocking him once more, his eyes moving to the Pokemon in green, just in time to see her arms swing down.

A snapping sound echoed through the room as wood connects with flesh, the stiff rod almost cutting into Sneasel's stomach. His eyes ripped open even further, trying to escape their sockets, as stinging pain consumed the small Pokemon.

'Hey, and don't forget about me...', he barely perceived the man's voice as he pulled out of his body almost entirely, leaving him with a strange, empty feeling, as if his insides might pop out of him at any second, before everything was pushed back in place, renewing the searing pain that tormented his insides.

'ROSE!', as her master sunk back into Sneasel entirely, Roserade brought down the switch on his body again, hitting his leg, making it twitch before the pain, inside and outside, spread across his body, sending him into frantic tremors as he cried against the gag in his mouth.

'Ohhhhhh... is this for real? It's like his insides are literally massaging me. More, just like that!', the man ordered and with that, they both sunk into a coordinated rhythm of deep, brutal stabs and quick, ruthless swings, marvelling at the way Sneasel tried to twist and turn in his binds, laughing at the way his head snapped in all directions, as if it tried to escape by leaving its body behind.

He would have long since fallen back into the darkness, if it wasn't for Roserade's spores, stinging inside his skull, as if someone shoved barbed wire into it, keeping him awake and perceptive of their torture.

'Do it, Rose, hit him where it hurts!' the man spoke as he pulled out of Sneasel, pushing his legs apart as far as the ropes would allow, before ramming himself back into him with full force.

Licking her lips, Roserade cut through the air, bringing her wooden weapon down on Sneasel's cone shaped pecker.

Everything turned white for Sneasel, a hot, burning white that consumed his whole body and mind as his senses struggled to cope with the pain, trying to make sense of something they weren't meant to feel, but unable to escape by shutting down.

He fell into a mixture of seizure and shock, his eyes snapping back, struggling harder than ever before, held still only by strong arms pushing down on his thighs.

His muscles and tendons twisted, cramping and cramping even more. Where the strain was too big, fibres ripped, as a million small needles and knifes hacking into his body, his insides rapidly clenching and unclenching randomly as his body tried to escape in all directions at once, as if it was trying to destroy itself, just to end all of this.

Of course, it couldn't.

All the while, the man groaned, staying buried deep down in the Pokemon's cool insides, spurting rope after rope of hot semen into him, letting himself be milked by Sneasel's erratic spasms.

More than a minute passed like this, until Sneasel's body finally gave in, turning limp, though still unable to slip out of conciousness. Only his chest kept moving slightly, unable to stop breathing, his small heart hammering against his chest.

'That... was a wild ride...', the man panted heavily as he pulled out his cock, also turning limp. 'Look at this, it's so... raw and swollen... almost makes me wanna dive right back in.' He turned around to his other captive, grinning at the streams of tears and sweat flowing down over his head, drenching the ground below him.

He had wanted to cry out so many times, but he just couldn't, the word's wouldn't leave his throat, every unspoken word transforming into a nail through his chest.

'Enjoyed the show? Don't worry, he'll live..' he slid a finger into Sneasel's abused hole, tracing it insides. 'Worn out and sore, so sore, but no major tears. We'd already have one hell of a mess if something drastic would've happened. That's good, I really wanna do that again. Man, you Pokemon sure are something else, I don't think a human could take anything like this.'

He pulled his finger out, covered in slightly pinkish cum and rubbed it over Sneasel's pecker, a large purple bruise where the thin rod had hit it, removing the Pokemon's ball gag. Though finally free to do so, he couldn't scream, or cry, or even whimper anymore.

'Tell you what, we're going to take a break now, you have no idea how exhausting this is. I'll do you a solid and leave you with your friend, you lick each other's wounds, feel a little better and such. Well, once he snaps out of... whatever it is he's doing there. Rosie, give me a hand.'

Lifting the Pokemon a little, holding him in his arms, a few sharp leaves cut through the ropes that kept Tyrogue suspended in mid air.

Squirming silently against the man's touch, a second of relieve washed over the bruised up Pokemon, as the parts of his body that had do support his weight were finally freed from that burden, though quickly being swallowed up by an ocean of stings and stabs.

'Come on, you can make some noise now, we're on break. Not going to psych you this time either, promise!', the man was sincere, but Tyrogue remained silent.

'Fine, be that way.', he carried the Pokemon over to the table, placing him face down on top of his friend in a sixty-nine position, both Pokemon being roughly the same size, this worked out rather well.

Tyrogue, eye to eye with his friends abused organ and hole, was terrified, everything seemed downright mangled up close. He tried to move away, but couldn't, his hands still tied behind his back, his legs still strapped to the metal rod. And even without the restraints, he just felt so weak...

Meanwhile, the human proceeded to sling a heavy leather belt around the Pokemon, drawing it tight, so much so it became hard to breath, making it unlikely for him to escape even if his strengh should miraculously return to him.

'Go on, I told you you could lick your wounds, now lick his. I'm sure Sneasel's desperate for some soothing. It's in your hands, no, in your mouth now.'

Chuckling at yet another of his bad jokes, he turned to the door and with that, both, human and Pokemon left the room. As the door closed behind them, just before the door sealed shut entirely, they could hear Tyrogue's voice rise to a heart rending scream.

...

...

'You think we went a little too far for their first time?' the man asked, taking off his mask, sounding surprisingly concerned all of a sudden.

'For a moment, I really thought you had taken too long with that Tyrogue. I always get nervous when we chock them like that.'

'Roserade!', Roserade feigned offense at being underestimated so, cracking an invisible whip at her trainer, then smiling confidently.

'Yeah you're right, all's well that ends well... so what do you say, those two, they're keepers, aren't they?'

Skipping up the long stairs, Roserade nodded her head.

They'd be wringing those two for everything they were worth.