Nobody Will Save You

It seemed like just another normal day at the Johto Radio Tower in Goldenrod City. May of the numerous daily broadcasts were going off without any technical problems, there were no crazed fans trying to break into the place looking for autographs and people were mulling about in the cafeteria, just chatting about, eating a late lunch.

Mary was amongst them. Having just finished her most recent show, she had a little time to kill before the next. Having missed breakfast due to being late, she had a hard time concentrating during her broadcast. Despite being a rather small and slender girl, her appetite was vast, resulting in getting several looks from her fellow employees as she passed by on her way to her table, her tray loaded down with much food.

Finally, she sat down and assumed that things would be better in a short while... oh how wrong she was. As she finally got down to eating --and nearly having an orgasm, it was so good to have food in her stomach-- she failed to notice, unlike many of her peers, that several security guards had gone missing. Normally, several could be seen around this time, on their normal coffee break. But they all wrote it off, it had happened before, most likely some fans had gotten a little too rowdy in the visitors center on the first floor.

The time passed by quickly, it seemed, atleast for the slender red head, as it always did when it came to food. So focused on her food, in-fact, that the not so subtle vanishing of several people went completely unnoticed. It wasn't until the loud yelping of an animal that she even though of something other than her meal, and by that time, the room was mostly devoid of life.

Just as she stood up to investigate, she suddenly felt... tired. But it wasn't the normal feeling when you eat a big meal, it wasn't a common working too hard and being a little worn out tired. No, this was the kind that one normally feels when they're completely spent, when they've used all their energy, the kind that brings on a deep, deep sleep.

Her eyes grew heavy, as did her small form. She yawned, so very loudly, she felt like she was going to collapse. She tried to fight it, to stay awake, but that only made her even more tired. She turned, with the intent to walk away from her table... but she only made it a few steps before her legs gave out on. She fell to her knees, and her eyes grew so heavy that she couldn't keep them open with all of her will power. Just as they were closing shut, she could see a dark shape, it looked like a person, only much smaller than her. Her last thought was nothing more than a garble when, finally, she slipped into a deep, deep sleep.

Her sleep was deep and black, there was nothing more to it. She felt no dreams, it was as if her mind simply shut down completely when she feel into a near coma. She was unaware of anything that was happening around her, she was completely unaware of her being moved, or the voices of the others around her.



He dragged her along by a slender arm, causing her to whimper as his grip tightened, so she couldn't get away. He was She had a hard time keeping up with him, he seemed to be in a hurry to take her... wherever he was taking her to. She had no idea what he had in mind for her, or why he singled her out when there were so many others who worked in the station. After all, she had no idea why the supposedly broken up Team Rocket would want with the station in the first place, so it was natural that she couldn't dare hope to understand what purpose he could have for her at the moment...

The naive fool.

They turned a corner, and she found herself pulled into a room, a dark room. He stopped, but she found herself being pulled forward, past him, then he let go of her, causing her to nearly trip while moving past him. Regaining her balance, she went to turn, but just then, the lights came on. Instead of turning, she took in the room around her; it was small, containing a table and some chairs. She almost instantly recognized it as small meeting room... in-fact, she's been in here before.

Taking advantage of her distraction, the grunt closed the door, then crept closer to the red head. Before she could take notice of this, he pounced, arms wrapping around her own, hands finding their way to her chest. She gasped and struggled against him as his hands squeezed her breasts, fondling her. Her small hands grabbed his arms and attempted to pull them away, but he was much too strong for her. Then, she attempted to scream for help, which brought about a chuckle from him.

Leaning in close to her, his lips were at the very edge of her ear, she shivered and trembled with every breath he exhaled. He entire body shook as she realized all too quickly that every attempt at getting away from him would be futile, that she was just too small, too weak to break his grip. She was close to losing hope, the only thing keeping it alive was the belief that, soon, somebody would come and save her, somebody would have heard her screams.

"Scream all you want, girl, nobody will come to save you...!"

He said, whispering into her ear, and then, he chuckled again, feeling her body sink slightly into his own, as if she was losing the will to resist. She began to whimper softly, body trembling, her hope fading into near non-existence. She found herself in conflict, half of her wanting to simply give into him to try and enjoy what he was going to do with her, but the other half moan, while the other half wanted to simply get away from him by any means she could, to crawl into a dark hole and hide for the rest of her life.

She was finding herself slipping into trying to enjoy his use of her, his hands were squeezing her breasts so roughly, her nipples, already hard, grinding into both the fabric of her tight shirt and his palms. She wanted to moan, to give herself up, to sink into depravity... but she couldn't At the very least, she had some dignity left, and even if all hope was lost, she could atleast try to maintain her self respect.

"Please... just let me go..."

She asked in a soft tone, voice trembling, hints of despair laced within. He didn't say anything to that, but she knew, deep inside, he was laughing at her, at how pathetic she sounded, at how utterly futile her words were. But, what he did do was squeeze her breasts even harder than before, manhandling her tits without any regard for the pain she may feel. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out in pleasure, it's been so long, so very, very long since she's been treated this way... since her tits have been so deliciously abused by a pair of strong hands.

Before she knew it, her back was arched, pushing her chest outward, as if to give him more to molest and abuse. She didn't know why... okay, she did know, but, she didn't know why it happened, she didn't even think about doing it... she just did. And he took advantage of it, naturally, his palms enclose the whole of her small, supple breasts, squeezing them from all sides, her nipples, suffering from a sort of rub burn from being rubbed so hard against her clothing were so tender and sore.

It was fantastic, the mix of pain and pleasure she was getting from them... it was almost enough to make her want to give in...

Then, his right hand slipped down her chest, away from her breast... and, before she could stop herself, she whined, missing its abuse already. She almost instantly scolded herself, she had to be stronger than this, she had to hold out... she had t-

She suddenly cried out in pleasure, moaning like a cheap slut as two of his fingers sank into her crotch, pressing hard against her panty covered slit, which was just barely hidden under her incredibly tiny, tight little brown skirt. Her entire body trembled, she whimpered, whined and moaned more as his fingers dug ever further, her panties, already soaked just getting ever more moist.

"So, you truly are into this, hmmm?"

He asks, mocking her. She couldn't answer, she couldn't dare to open her mouth, lest another loud moan escape as she tries to deny it, or in the middle of her denial. But, her legs told him all he needed to know, as they began to open, as if trying to invite him in even more. Then, his fingers stopped, but soon after that, they began to move against her, in slow, painfully slow sawing motion, right along her small slit, the fabric of her panties clinging to her mound.

She bit down on her lip again, attempting to muffle her cries of pleasure as his fingers suddenly began to move faster... oh so much faster than before. Her legs trembled, threatening to give out while his fingers dug deep into her, pressing her panties between her lips as his fingers pressed forward, pushing them open. She couldn't help it... she moaned, and moaned loudly as the fabric dragged between them, forced along by his fingers...

But, they all changed when, suddenly, he removed his fingers from between her lips, then grabbed a hold of her panties. Quickly, he ripped them from her body, then threw them aside, leaving her exposed to the room air of the room. She shivered softly, then shuddered, the cool air on her slick, moist little crotch felt good... albeit a little cold.

Soon, however, she forgot about it as he shoved her forward suddenly, her legs hitting the edge of the table in the room. She whimpered as he pushed her forward, bending her over, and then cried out in shock when the hand upon her chest suddenly jerked to the side, ripping off her top. She looked over her shoulder at him, fear in her eyes, wondering what he has in store for her... as if she couldn't guess. And, before she knew it, he wrapped the torn remains of her shirt around her wrists, then tied it, binding her arms behind her back.

Arms bound, panties torn from her body and bend over a table, which, in turn, is causing her tiny little skirt to ride up, further exposing her crotch while exposing her now bare little ass... how could things get any worse? Well, they did, for, moments after the arm binding, he pushed her down, almost to her knees... but the table top she was bend over stopped that. She whined loudly the instant her hard, bare nipples came into contact with it, feeling how cold it was, her breasts squished against it, barely being supported by her legs, which were bending in a horribly uncomfortable way.