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Pokesmut: Pokepeople Edition

This story is sure to contain femdom, specifically tease and denial and non-consent/sexual slavery, so I hope that's to your liking.

Waking up in the middle of a summer meadow wasn’t so bad. At least the sun was warm and the ground was dry when I peeled my face up off it. I stood up and had a look around. Surrounding the grassy field were trees, and beyond that more trees.

There was a rustling behind me, and I turned to see two beautiful girls in tank tops and jean shorts, as befitting the weather. Their wardrobe was therefore functional as well as exposed long stretches of smooth skin.

“Look! A wild Man appeared,” the first chick said. She was a redhead, and I couldn’t help noticing that she had an impressive bust.

“What kind of wild Pokemon wears clothes?” the second chick, a brunette, said.

“I dunno.” The redhead put the tips of her fingers on one hand to her lips, a look of confusion on her face. It was kind of cute. “But I don’t see his owner around anywhere, do you?”

The brunette shrugged. “Capture first, ask questions later. Lickitung, GO!”

She tossed a pokeball that opened with a flash of light and that weird noise that only pokeballs make.

“WHOA WHAT THE FUCK?” I said understandably.

Before me stood a young woman with shoulder-length pink hair. She was beautifully nude, and man did she have a body that most women would kill for.

There was, however, the matter of her tongue, which lolled from her mouth to just below her chin. It made her look kind of goofy.

“Lickitung, use Power Whip!”

Christ, no need to shout. Everyone can hear you just fine, I thought.

The pink-haired girl extended her tongue way past the point where tongues are supposed to go. Then again, she also just came out of a pokeball, so maybe I needed to suspend disbelief for the time being.

The tongue flew back and then towards me with frightening speed. I screamed in agony as it stroked from my right shoulder to my left hip in an instant, slashing my clothes and laying in a deep welt across my torso. Before I could even feel the first strike, she whipped the tongue back around for another, crossing the first in an ‘X’.

I collapsed onto my knees. Was I already done for? The force in that move was simply too overwhelming.

“Now that you’ve lowered his defense, Lickitung, use Wrap where it matters!”

The tongue launched towards me again, this time batting aside my shredded clothing and exposing my bare crotch. Lickitung walked closer and wrapped her tongue around my member.

“Hoooly FUCK!” I yelled.

I wasn’t sure which was more shocking, the pain from the whipping or the pleasure from her current treatment.

As I grew erect, therefore providing Lickitung with more of a target, she threw more loops of her tongue around my cock as if she were a boa constrictor asphyxiating its prey. She looped her tongue under my balls as well and then squeezed like only a gigantic prehensile tongue could. As it put the pressure on the tongue also slowly unwound, grinding its wet, bumpy but sensual surface along my sensitive dick as she did so. I had gone from being as shriveled as one could get after that totally non-erotic, completely painful whipping to being at all full-mast in a few seconds of her wet caress.

Still on my knees, Lickitung approached me with a wildness in her eyes. The trainers were blocked from my sight now, as was the sun, my sight being filled with this gorgeous, naked, powerful woman with a Gene Simmon’s tongue on steroids.

Lickitung squeezed my cock like a lemon. It was painful enough to make me double over, but not enough pressure to stop my body from pumping as much blood into my member as would fit. My face was now level with her pussy, which was as naked as the rest of her. Now I could see a tear of wetness dripping down her thigh, tracing a wet trail from her glistening labia. My breath must have tickled her there because she sighed sensuously and grabbed my face, drawing my mouth to her nether lips.

“Kiss it,” she said. “Kiss it and I’ll make this be over with quickly.”

The tongue continued to grind my cock. It felt like it wanted to cum but was being cut off by the immense pressure.

I planted a huge smooch on her pussy like my life depended on it. Lickitung let up the pressure, but still applied friction, and my dick released all of its pent up energy in a massive series of spurts that didn’t fail to hit her silky smooth shins. She crouched down, eye-level with my panting face. She swabbed a healthy amount of my cum from her leg with her fingers and brought them up to her mouth, where she sucked them clean with her eyes closed in pleasure.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned. “You be good to my mistress, now.”

Huh, that was funny. Didn’t know Pokemon talked.

Lickitung disappeared in a flash of light that arced into the pokeball in the brunette’s hand.

“Now, for the capture,” the brunette said.

There was a second flash and it was lights out for me.

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