Night in Saffron city- Part Two 

Less than a week later, the same craft touched down in the back of the Saffron City 
pokemon gym. Its pilot slipped out and made his way to the door that he had long since 
mastered the art of opening. He hugged up against the wall next to it and slipped a small, 
custom-made access card into an opening. There was a mechanical rumble, than the door 
hissed open. Wrapping his cloak around him, he moved inside. Simon was not back for 
pleasure; in fact, he had never come for such a frivolity. 	It had all been a 
distraction so that he could sneak into the archives and retrieve information on psychic 
pokemon. The information had been very useful in the designing of the restraining bolts 
that kept them from evolving. Even now, he let out a private sigh, as he walked down the 
main hall, toward Kayla's meeting place.

It was dark in the arena. When Simon forced the doors open, a tiny sliver of light 
was cast on a shadowy figure standing in the center of the field. He leapt forward and 
grabbed it from behind.  "Ahh!" He let out a startled gasp as the person fell apart. A 
dummy, he thought. He angrily kicked at one of the pieces, feeling foolish. But than, 
suddenly, the doors snapped shut. The small light source lost, Simon whirled around. 
"Who's there! What's going on." The darkness was maddening, he reached for his belt, 
hoping to find his gun. With a start, he realized, it was not there. Then, a monotonous 
voice spoke up. "Well, well, well, what have we here?" He spun around in the darkness, 
trying to find whoever it was. Suddenly, the torches ignited, filling the room with a 
blinding light. He turned around to come face to face with Sabrina, mistress of the Saffron 
City pokemon gym.

"I have been expecting you, you are right on time." Her voice was like a rope, 
slowly winding itself around him, and rendering him helpless. She reached behind her and 
pulled out his gun, and pointed it at his chest. He tried to step back, but a purple aura 
flared around him and hoisted him into the air. Dropping the gun carelessly onto the floor, 
she floated into the air to once again look him in the eyes. "What do you want." He 
managed to choke out. "I want to teach you a lesson." She raised a fist as though to 
strike him, but instead, she started to unbutton the front of her plain red suit. Like a 
snake shedding his skin, she slipped out of it in one fluid movement, and dropped it onto 
the floor as well. Clad only in a light pink tank top and matching panties, she dropped her 
shoes and floated closer to him. She reached out and pulled off he shirt and pants. He 
tried to retreat. Her eyes were fixed on his. She smiled. Moving close to him, she lightly 
brushed her fingertips through the soft hair on his chest. He gasped, she reached with her 
hand, and now held his hand in a warm embrace. "Come on, Simon," she said, pulling him in 
the direction of the wall. It obviously contained some passageway that he had not 
discovered in the blueprints. With all his might, he resisted. "No," he said, "don't do 
this. Stop it now before things get out of hand." She did not flinch and simply said, 
"They're already well in hand, Simon, and you come with me now." Her voice was maddening, 
it was hardly human. "No," Simon said. "Yes," she said, and pulled him along by the hand. 
He tried to pull away from her, with a strength that he used to bench press two hundred 
pounds, but he could not budge and was forced to follow.
                  
	She led him toward the wall, and stared at it. With a tug of telekinesis, it popped 
open. There was a hall beyond, only lit by small lights embedded in the walls. She led him 
through the passageway, and after several turns, came to a metal door. By pushing a panel 
to the side, the door slid open with a soundless efficiency. Inside was no different from 
the hall. It was a sparely furnished room. There were several mirrors, a closet flush with 
the wall, and to his dread, a large bed.  She led him into the bedroom, over to the bed, 
then turned. "Lie down here, Simon, and I'll help you take the rest of those clothes off." 
He sneered and said, "I've been dressing and undressing myself for a few weeks now, you 
know," he replied, sarcastically. Instead of the reaction he had expected, she pointed at 
his chest and he flew back and slammed onto the bed. This time he was so numb that even his 
hair hurt. She than turned and walked away from him, opening the doors to the closet. She 
didn't look back at him. She emerged with four ropes in her hand, then she folded the 
closet doors shut. Simon was still paralyzed on the bed and still wearing a pair of light 
blue cotton briefs. 

She walked over to him, ropes dangling from her hand, and put the other on his 
shoulder. Her nipples had hardened under the thin tank top, and she stood with her legs 
slightly apart. She looked directly into his eyes.  She sat down beside him and took his 
left hand in hers. She brought it up to her mouth and traced the fingertips with her 
tongue. He shivered slightly. She gently opened his hand and kissed the palm. Then, she 
took one of the ropes and tied it gently but firmly around his wrist. He watched her, but 
made no move. Kissing his palm again, then biting him very softly on the soft mound of 
flesh beneath his thumb, she laid his hand down on the bed and tied the other end of the 
rope to the bedpost. Then, she took both hands and caressed his arm, softly, all the way 
down to his shoulder, past it, over his nipple and down his side. He wiggled and gasped, 
but made no other sound. Apparently too proud to show it. She got up, taking the rest of 
the rope with her, and walked around the end of the bed to the other side. His eyes 
followed her outline in the dimly lit bedroom. 

She sat down beside him on the other side, and traced his cheek lightly with her hand, then 
brushed his hair, allowing her fingers to slip down and circle his ear, very gently. He 
turned his head to the side, trapping her hand between his ear and his shoulder. She almost 
smiled (something very creepy). Picking up his right hand, she traced the lines on the palm 
with a gentle finger, then her tongue. She took each of his fingers in turn into her mouth 
and sucked on them gently. She looked down at him, saw the very light film of sweat on his 
chest, and smiled. Then, she tied the rope gently around his wrist, put his hand on the 
bed, and tied the other end to the bedpost. Then, again, she took both hands and caressed 
his arm, all the way down, over the shoulder, onto his chest, circling his nipple with 
gentle but insistent fingertips. He wriggled, pulling against the ropes, but they held him 
in a firm grip of their own. Her hands continued down his chest, over his belly, making the 
skin flutter, down his sides, down his right leg. Making circles with her fingertips, she 
shifted her position on the bed, caressed his leg, down to his ankle, then onto his foot. 
Being careful not to tickle him, she massaged the foot. Then, she took another tie, tied it 
firmly around his ankle, stood up, pulled his leg out a bit, and tied the tie to the 
footboard.  Then she got up, moved back around to the other side of the bed, and looked 
down at him. This time, she remained standing, running the backs of her fingernails slowly, 
gently, down his leg, beginning at the thigh, reaching the ankle in slow degrees. She 
picked up his foot and quickly tied it to the bed.  Her own breathing was coming more 
rapidly now.
                
	She pulled out a pair of scissors and proceeded to shred his briefs.  She reached to 
caress his cock with both hands, feeling how wet it was, sliding her fingers over it to 
spread the lubrication around, the wetness from her hands adding to his. "Bitch" he 
almost whispered. His rapid breathing, the roped, and the barrage of the telekinetic waves 
were exhausting him. She then she rose on her knees, moved forward, holding him with both 
hands, and slowly, slowly, brought him into position and settled down against him just a 
bit. He slid inside her, just a little, the slick warm skin sliding easily. They both 
gasped as he slid inside.  She kept her hands in place as she settled farther down, slowly, 
slowly allowing him to slide farther inside. He pushed up against her, but she was tight 
with desire and he could not make himself slide in any faster. Deeper and finally, he was 
all the way inside her. She stopped for a moment, and he could feel her muscles tighten 
against him still more.
                   
And then she began to move. Slowly at first, she began to rock her hips, sitting up 
but leaning slightly forward, rising up so that he slid almost all the way out, sliding him 
back within her again. The lubrication increased and she moved faster against him. She 
seemed to want to draw him deeper and deeper inside her. And then her breathing changed... 
the rhythm changed...  he could feel the ripples inside her as her climax rocked her again 
and again. It was too much for him. He had no choice, there were ripples of energy surging 
through him, and he could not hold back. She went with reaching down to hold him against 
her as his body twisted in climax as well. And then, she relaxed against him, nestling 
against his chest, straightening her legs out so that she lay on top of him. They were 
panting, making soft sounds. He was still inside her, but growing softer, sliding out. She 
tightened up all her muscles, trying to squeeze him farther out. He pushed up against her, 
but weakly, and finally slid out, feeling the wetness between them. She reached up and 
touched hi forehead and he slid into a deep sleep. 

	When he awakened, the numbness was gone, and the scissors had been left within an 
inch of his hand. From there, it was a simple process of getting free and finding his way 
out. This time, he did not stop at the lab, but went straight for his ship. As he climbed 
in, he looked back at the gym. He felt very strange, as if something had been awakened 
inside him. He vowed revenge, no. Well. he needed time to think.

WELL, THAT'S IT. NOT AS GOOD AS THE FIRST IN MY OPINION, BUT MORE STORIES TO COME!
JUST LOOK FOR THE NAME ZED!