Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*
Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks
Warnings: BDSM, fanon hints
Chapter 3
Needless to say, President Goodman was horrified when the League fell, months later. He watched several TR members walk into Champion Red's office from his position tied up on a chair. But Goodman wasn't gagged.
Perhaps it was to emphasize the helplessness of his situation.
"We've done as you requested, Leader..."
"Good work, Misty, Sabrina, Erika. I knew we could count on you." Red smirked.
The three girls saluted. All of them had ‘R’s over their chests, embroidered on their gym leader attire.
Lance watched, a sneer playing on his lips. * Looks like you lost, old man… *
“HELP!” The hideously overweight man stuffed into a black velvet suit screamed.
“Sabrina, dear, could you do a favor and shut him up?” Red asked.
Sabrina immediately stuffed a psychic gag into Goodman's mouth.
Lance smirked, the red ‘R’ on his chest contrasting with the black of his clothing. "Why should I help you, Goodman? Don't you know that I'm the one who raped Red when Team Rocket captured her?"
President Goodman glared.
Red giggled. "Yes, he was."
Cruelly, the Dragon Master smirked. “But I think she enjoyed it...”
Red nodded. "Is Johto locked down, Partner?"
"Oh, certainly, Morty and Karen and Will have it all under control... I think Clair had to wipe out a lot of Goldenrod though..."
"What of Whitney?"
“She's at
Red nodded. "Clair jumped at the chance to help us, didn't she?"
Lance just grinned.
Misty and Erika and Sabrina bowed and left the room.
Red pulled Lance into a kiss. "I missed you..."
Lance smiled, as he pressed his hips against hers. "I am yours to command, my Leader..."
Red giggled. "None of that Lance..."
She grinned as she lifted her skirt, revealing her glistening slit. “I am your slave-queen, ne?”
Lance smirked. "Yes, you are..."
He watched as Red dropped her skirt and lay flat on the desk. He bent down and kissed her between her legs.
Goodman’s eyes bugged out. It was horrifying! But he couldn't pull his eyes away. After all, he was still bound to the chair.
He tried to rock it, but it wouldn’t give. It was one of the solid steel ones he had bought on a whim.
Now, he was regretting it.
Lance pulled back and licked his lips.
Red was watching Goodman.
The President dearly wanted to stop them, but he couldn't!
< He can look all he wants, but not touch... > Lance smirked. < After all, you’re mine. I don’t share. >
Goodman's eyes shot open as Lance pulled a dildo out of Red's pussy. "Ooh, you kept it in all week?"
"Yep."
"And you couldn't cum at all during that time, could you?" Lance pulled another vibrator out of Red's ass.
Red shook her head. “No! Should we tell our guest about the games we play?”
"Sure." Lance grinned.
“I'm game for everything... and anything.” Red sneered. She lifted her shirt. There were nipple clamps buzzing on her nipples, and the skin between her breasts was stitched tight with bloody wire.
She lifted her head and on her throat was a leather collar.
"It's metal on the inside... gives me various punishments if I don't obey my Master." She said proudly.
"Turn around, love." Lance instructed.
Goodman's eyes went even larger when he noticed the words 'Lance's slut' tattooed on her butt cheeks.
"Not that anyone else sees that one..." Red smirked.
* Why? * Goodman wanted to know. * This is torture! *
Her eyes snapped. "I wanted it all!"
"Red likes things rough." Lance slapped her ass.
She glared at Goodman. As a trainer, she had always lived on the edge. Danger and thrill were the spice of life. Variety made things better, infinitely so, and Lance was the one man she wanted.
“And now, no one will abuse his or her pokemon. That was one of Team Rocket's goals. We are so close to reaching it I can taste it!” She licked her lips.
“We won't let unworthy people like yourself have pokemon.” Her partner agreed. “Don’t think we don’t know what you did.”
Goodman’s eyes widened.
Lance’s grin was vicious. “We knew how many pokemon died due to your selfish governmental policies, Mr. President. Don’t try to deny it.”
The man spluttered, but the psychic gag held firm.
“Team Rocket might not be nice to humans, but we always take very good care of their pokemon.” Red informed Goodman. “Are you surprised? If there were no Pokemon, then there would be no Team Rocket. We rely on them for our economical polices, after all. But we don’t abuse them.”
Other people might, but that was after the pokemon were sold.
“No,” Lance agreed. The lines could be quite blurry. Simply put, Kanto would be better off in their hands than in the hands of a money-grubbing, corrupted Council. Perhaps it was the lesser of two evils.
That did not make it any less of an evil, but time would tell.
“I like being Lance's whore.” Red told Goodman. “It’s part of his charm. Our relationship works quite well that way. But I wouldn’t do you in a million years.”
She looked up when there was a knock at the door.
Although she would have enjoyed playing with her Mate some more, there were other things that needed to be done.
Utopia did not happen overnight, after all. There was always change…
Lance smiled and went to open it. Giovanni stood there. He smiled. Ahh, young love…
“Good work, you two.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Giovanni turned to the bound and gagged Goodman. "Mind if I take him?"
Red grinned. She shook her head. "He's all yours, Daddy."
“I suppose there’s no more immediate business that needs to be discussed.” Giovanni took Goodman out, sneering.
Eagerly, she kissed Lance. "We win."
"Our world is perfect."
"Yes." Red moaned, as Lance put his arms around her. "I'm so happy…"
And she was.
End Fic
Completed 10/18/07
Red: ^^
Lance: *Hugs Red*
Phantomness: *Collapse* Editing always takes so long *sniff*
Giovanni needs to get laid too, sometimes…
It’s almost Championshipping’s birthday~! ^^V
Red is a bit naïve though. Lance is more realistic. I think my fics generally reflect that pattern.