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“Feel free to call anytime, big guy. I know one night with me isn’t enough to satisfy a beast like you,” Plumeria exclaimed, adding a flirtatious wink before waving goodbye. A symphony of crickets chirping in the night air welcomed the Gardevoir as she began her stroll back home. A warm smile remained plastered on her face until she rounded the street corner. In a flash, the smile turned into a grimace as she took out her phone and immediately blocked the number of the guy whose house she just stayed over.
Tch, as if! the Gardevoir thought to herself. I thought I landed a stud tonight, but all I found was a quickshot that could only last three rounds. And so, another man was added to her blacklist. The list wasn’t exactly exclusive though. Gardevoirs were already in high demand, and her golden yellow accents only made her stand out even more. That paired with a confident and lascivious attitude like hers, and she essentially had her choice of whoever she wanted on any given night. Thus, most of her nightly partners fell into a large group of those who she wouldn’t accept a ‘booty call’ from. After all, why would she go to them when she knew she could get with the most alpha of males?
However as she scrolled through the list of men whose numbers she blocked, she walked directly into something in front of her.
“Oh, sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going,” said Plumeria. She didn’t even see who it was she ran into before apologizing. Yet, when she looked up from her phone, she saw nothing in front of her. The Gardevoir looked around curiously, wondering what she could have possibly walked into. She took a cautious step forward, only to bump into what seemed to be an invisible wall.
“Reflect?” Plumeria muttered to herself, raising her hand to touch the invisible surface. Her hand appeared to be touching nothing but air, yet a sensation similar to cold glass pressed against her palm.
All of a sudden, a pair of arms grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms to her sides. Plumeria instinctively began struggling, kicking and squirming around in her captor’s grasp.
“Hey! Let go of me, you asshole!” she cried out.
“Oh, the boss was right! She is pretty light. Should be easy to carry her back to the base,” a husky voice behind her exclaimed. “I can’t wait to play with a doll like her,” the voice cooed in an insidiously creepy way, sending a shiver down Plumeria’s spine.
A pair of masked figures appeared in front of her, one carrying a wooden bat and the other holding an empty sack. The two crept towards her with nothing but bad intentions. The bat rose dangerously over Plumeria’s head, ready to strike her at any moment.
Unfortunately for the bat’s wielder, Plumeria’s eyes lit up with a mystical purple hue. She quickly wrapped the bat in her psychic aura before tearing it away from the masked man’s hands. Using her psychic powers, Plumeria swung the bat back and forth, forcing the pair to back away.
“Ha! You guys messed with the wrong girl!” Plumeria yelled before turning her attention to the one bear-hugging her from behind. “Now, let go of me before I bash your brains in!”
“I’d like to see you try,” he sneered before sticking out his tongue and running it along Plumeria’s soft white cheek. “Mmmm… you taste as good as you smell.”
Plumeria’s eyes widened with rage as she felt his disgusting perverted tongue press against her skin, leaving a thick trail of saliva behind. She wasn’t going to hold back now. With all of her might, the Gardevoir swung the bat right at the assaulter’s head. Or so she thought. Instead, the bat floated motionlessly in the air, not moving at all to her will.
Plumeria strained her eyes, focusing hard to get the bat to move around. Still, the object refused to move. A confused, desperate look grew on her face as she tried to figure out what was going on.
“What happened? I thought you were going to ‘bash my brains in’?” the man behind her said before letting out an arrogant laugh. The other two masked men joined him as the sound of raucous, taunting laughter echoed through Plumeria’s ears.
“I-I don’t understand…” Plumeria muttered in a panicked tone. “What’s going on?”
“Maybe this will help,” one of the masked men answered. With one quick motion, he swiped the mask off his face, revealing that he was a Hypno. Plumeria couldn’t help but avert her eyes in disgust. She, like many, didn’t like them. Hypnos weren’t popular, and it wasn’t hard to see why. Their giant noses, those beady eyes, the suspicious aura that seemed to drift with them wherever they went. Many tended to avoid them, and Plumeria was no exception.
“But that doesn’t explain anything! I’m no slacker in my psychic abilities. Gardevoirs are stronger than Hypnos! I should have more control than you!” Plumeria exclaimed as she tried to move the bat once again to no avail.
“Maybe this will help,” the other masked man responded before unveiling his face as well. A look of despair crept over Plumeria as another Hypno was revealed to be under the mask.
“Or maybe this will help?” the one holding her cooed as he removed his mask to reveal yet another Hypno. The trio began laughing once more as the empty street once again filled with their laughter. It was no use. Three against one was just unfair. Plumeria’s chest heaved mightily as she realized just how screwed she was in this situation. She looked around frantically, desperately trying to find some way out, causing the Hypnos to laugh even harder at her distress.
The Gardevoir was so panicked, it took longer than it should have to realize she was no longer trapped in a Hypno’s grasp. Yet, when she tried to move her body, it didn’t respond at all. She had lost all control of her movement, and the moment she realized it, the Hypnos’ laughter doubled in volume.
“Oh boy, she’s going to be real fun to play with,” one of the Hypnos said. “But don’t worry though. We were never going to hurt you with this,” he said, holding the bat in his hands. “The boss man didn’t want you getting hurt before you were delivered.”
“W-What? Who are you talking about?” Plumeria asked in a frantic tone. Despite losing the ability to move, the Hypnos were content with leaving her the ability to talk. However, they had no intention of answering her questions as the sharp sound of duct tape unfurling from its roll resounded in her ears. “S-Stop that! Let go of me, you assholes!” the Gardevoir continued to cry out as her wrists were wrapped together with tape.
“Help! Somebody help me!” Plumeria shrieked loudly into the night air before a Hypno slapped a large piece of tape over her mouth. “Mmmph! Hmmm!” Plumeria glared angrily at her captors, putting up a very defiant face in a very hopeless situation. The Hypnos couldn’t help but snicker as she stared daggers into each one of them. Muffled grunts continued to emanate from behind the piece of tape covering her mouth, presumably censoring a flurry of slurs and curses. Her belligerent behavior quickly faded once she felt a hand start to slide up her waist. A gulp traveled down her throat as it slowly traversed up her curvy torso until it reached her breasts. A quiet yelp escaped her lips as the hand squeezed her tit hard.
“The boss said we couldn’t hurt you. But he didn’t say anything about getting a little taste before the delivery,” a Hypno cooed behind her.
Another hand rested on her other breast before giving it a firm squeeze. Plumeria made another futile attempt to release herself from their hold and get herself out of this mess. However, she had long lost her chance to escape, leaving the Hypnos to run their hands all over her curvaceous body, squeezing and groping her most supple parts. They made sure to run their grubby fingers anywhere they could reach, giving plenty of attention to her voluptuous breasts and ass. Her eyes widened as she suddenly felt a cool breeze hit her chest. All of the Hypnos licked their lips as they stared intently at her bosom. She couldn’t look down to make sure, but she could tell what happened. The assaulters had taken off her top and bra. And now they were getting a full view of her perfectly-shaped, bouncy pair of knockers. A look of horror fell upon her face as she watched a hand slowly close in on her left tit.
“Let’s take it easy. Wouldn’t want to spoil her for the boss man,” one of them interjected, stopping his partner from touching her bare breast. “We’ll have plenty of time for this later.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” the other Hypno replied. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
With that, the Gardevoir felt her chest be covered up again. A relieved sigh came from behind Plumeria’s taped mouth. However, her moment of ease didn’t last long as a damp cloth was pressed up against her face.
“Mmmmph! Mmphmph-…” was all she could let out before she lost the ability to even mumble. The street spun around dizzily as blackness crept over her vision. As hard as she tried, she couldn’t muster any strength to her body or focus enough to use her psychic abilities. Chloroform? Are you kidding me? she thought to herself. In a world with Spore, Sing, and Yawn, you fools resorted to something like this… The sound of a muffled voice gradually died down in the peaceful neighborhood, only to be replaced by the sound of something being dragged along the pavement. Fortunately for the kidnappers, all of the residents remained mysteriously asleep, letting the crew escape with a clean getaway.