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“...Your fault.”
“My fault?! How is this my fault? If your stupid Camerupt hadn’t knocked my Sharpedo off course, I would’ve had that fight in the bag!”
“...Stupid fish… flopping around… got in my way.”
“Personally, I’d say you have bigger problems right now than arguing over why you lost,” the dark-skinned man in the lab coat interjected, making Shelly wince as yet another colorful coil of bright red rope was cinched tightly around her legs. That made four so far: one around her thighs just a few inches below her crotch, two just above and below her knees, and now this one around her calves.
And if Courtney’s bindings were any indication, the fifth coil of rope lying on the ground nearby would soon find its way around her ankles.
Shelly still couldn’t believe a mission that should’ve just been a simple smash-and-grab had gone so badly for her. All she was supposed to do was break into some namby-pamby scientist’s lab, rough him up a bit, and steal or destroy the climate stabilization technology he was working on so it couldn’t interfere with Team Aqua’s grand plan. The job had seemed so far below her pay grade as an Admin that she’d insisted on handling it alone, believing that dragging a bunch of grunts along would be more trouble than it was worth.
Unfortunately, upon arriving at the lab, she’d stumbled into another break-in already in progress. It seemed Team Magma was just as concerned about the climate stabilizer as Archie was, and thus they’d sent an Admin of their own to sabotage the project.
Even in hindsight, Shelly never once considered the possibility that working together for a common goal might have been a better idea - and looking hatefully over at the seemingly emotionless girl sitting across from her, she knew the feeling was mutual. They were enemies by their very nature, their goals far too diametrically opposed for even momentary cooperation to be a possibility. The moment they’d locked eyes, their battle had been inevitable.
But inevitable as it may have been, maybe they could have afforded to delay it by a few minutes. Instead, they’d leapt straight into a noisy Pokemon battle that woke up the scientist, causing him to intervene and attack the intruders with his own Pokemon. In a one-on-one fight, his Lombre would have been no match for either of their Pokemon, but he was able to take advantage of their infighting and defeat them while they were weakened from battling each other. They’d tried to retreat once their Pokemon fainted, but a pair of well-aimed Ice Beams had left them frozen in their tracks.
After thawing them out, he’d taken the time to methodically truss them up one after another, their numb bodies unable to properly fight back as he bound them with an excessive amount of rope. Courtney had been first, barely struggling as three coils of ocean blue rope had been wound around her wrists, forearms, and elbows, keeping them pressed tightly together behind her back.
She’d struggled a lot more, however, when he began tying an elaborate rope harness around her torso, making it all too clear that he wasn’t just tying them up to keep them from causing trouble until the police arrived. The intricately-woven ropes squeezed uncomfortably around the bases of her breasts, criss-crossed her stomach, and ended in a thickly-knotted crotchrope that he pulled between her legs hard enough to make the normally stoic Magma Admin squeal in surprise.
As much as Shelly hated to admit it, watching Courtney shift uncomfortably as the final five coils of blue rope were tied around her legs had gotten her a little hot under the collar. Secretly, she’d always had a bit of a bondage kink, and seeing her hated arch-rival getting so thoroughly trussed up was immensely satisfying.
Of course, now that the scientist had just finished binding her in the exact same manner (albeit with red rope instead of blue), she was a lot less enthused about her captor’s talent. Compared to how much Shelly had screamed and cursed when the knotted crotchrope was pulled between her legs, Courtney’s squeal seemed like an underreaction.
“Aren’t you done yet?” Shelly scowled, idly testing the ropes around her legs and finding even less slack than she’d expected.
“Just about,” the scientist said, standing up and walking back over to Courtney. “I’ve made sure you’ll both be staying put for the time being, but there’s still the matter of shutting you up.”
With that, he pulled a blue cloth out of his coat pocket and balled it up, pressing it to Courtney’s lips. Much to Shelly’s surprise, the purple-haired girl almost automatically opened her mouth, allowing their captor to easily push the wad of cloth inside. Taking a matching blue bandana from his coat pocket, he tied it snugly around Courtney’s head, covering her mouth and nose and keeping the packing in place.
As Courtney made a few experimental grunts into her freshly-applied gag, the scientist turned back toward Shelly, a red bandana already in his hand. Glaring up at him, Shelly clamped her lips shut as tightly as possible, but the scientist simply sighed at her act of defiance.
“Come now, someone as experienced as you should already know that isn’t going to work.” Seeing the shock in her eyes, he chuckled and bent in close, lowering his voice. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you appreciating your friend’s bondage earlier. Now, either you can open your mouth and let me gag you like a good girl, or I can pinch your nose shut until you have to loosen your lips, then cram both bandanas in to teach you a lesson. And we wouldn’t want to mess up the symmetry between you two, would we?”
With a groan of resignation, Shelly parted her lips as slightly as possible, allowing him to force the mass of bright red cloth into her mouth. Whatever it was made of, it was surprisingly absorbent, as it quickly soaked up her saliva and left her tongue feeling uncomfortably dry. The second bandana was tied over her face immediately after, muffling her voice even further and filling her nostrils with a somewhat musty smell.
“There, isn’t that better?” the scientist said teasingly as he stood up. “You both seemed so furious at each other earlier, but look at you now! Trussed up in the same bindings, wearing each other’s favorite colors - if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you two were girlfriends!”
“GRRLFRMMDFF?!” Shelly had to resist the urge to retch as she shouted angrily into her gag. There was no way in hell she would ever have anything approaching romantic interest in that emotionally-stunted Team Magma stooge! Just because she looked kind of cute tied up, that didn’t mean - wait, where did that come from?
Regardless, looking over at Courtney’s wide-eyed reaction, she knew the feeling was mutual - at least, she assumed it was mutual. It was infuriatingly hard to read that woman, so she honestly wasn’t all that sure what she was truly thinking.
Come to think of it, though, she looked almost… thoughtful? That couldn’t be right, could it?
“Well, looks like I hit the nail on the head,” the scientist chuckled. Suddenly, he bent down and slipped his arms under Shelly, hoisting the squirming Aqua Admin over his shoulder and walking away. “A real pair of star-crossed lovers, aren’t you? Of course, the way you were eyeing each other while I was tying you up was a dead giveaway.”
“Whmmf?” Shelly was stunned. Now that she thought about it, Courtney had been looking rather intently in her direction while he was weaving the rope harness around her body. She hadn’t thought much of it then, but now that the seed of doubt had been planted…
Lost in her own confused thoughts, Shelly barely noticed as the scientist carried her into a small storage closet and set her down in a standing position against the back shelves.
She definitely did notice, however, when he came back with Courtney and shoved her into the closet as well, pushing her forward so that the two rival Admins were suddenly pressed together bust-to-bust.
“Still, there’s more to a good relationship than just dressing to match each other,” the scientist spoke, raising his voice to be heard above Shelly’s muffled shouts and Courtney’s squeal of embarrassment. Before they could make any effort to separate, he produced a roll of purple duct tape and wrapped several tight loops around their waists, keeping them stuck together.
“In your case,” he continued, “I think what you really need is a little more intimacy.” Their legs were taped together next, followed shortly by another two loops around their torsos, just above and below their chests. Forced to stare into Courtney’s eyes as their bodies ground against each other in their efforts to escape, Shelly found herself strangely grateful for the cloth tied over her mouth, if only because the bright red fabric did an excellent job of hiding her growing blush.
That blush only intensified as the scientist suddenly pushed Courtney’s head forward, mashing her gagged lips against Shelly’s own. While they were still too stunned to act, the scientist wrapped the last remaining bit of purple tape around their heads, leaving them trapped in a gagged kiss they couldn’t break away from.
“Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go get a few hours sleep before I call the police to pick you lovebirds up,” the scientist said, stepping back to a safe distance as the pinned Admins thrashed about in their efforts to break the tape. “I’d suggest you use that time to come to a new understanding about your relationship. Maybe if you’re lucky, they’ll even assign you to the same cell…”
And with that, he shut the door, leaving Courtney and Shelly to struggle fruitlessly in the pitch-black closet.
Shelly wanted to scream at him, to demand he come back and untie them this instant, but what good would it do? She knew a soundproof closet when she saw one, and any movement her lips made would serve no purpose but to remind her exactly what they were pressed against.
Cautiously, she began feeling around the shelf behind her with her bound hands, searching for anything she could possibly use to free herself. She needed to get out of here as soon as possible! Everything about this situation was driving her crazy - the snug ropes ensnaring her body, the achingly tight crotchrope, the thin fabric separating Courtney’s lips from hers, the way Courtney was rubbing her breasts against her-
Wait, what?
Yes, there was no doubt about it - the purple-haired Admin was going out of her way to grind her tits against Shelly’s as distractingly as possible. Not only that, but she seemed to be pressing her head forward, like she was trying to make out with Shelly through the gag.
As embarrassed as she was, Shelly couldn’t help but take Courtney’s advances as a vindication of sorts. It was no wonder Team Magma was so inferior to Team Aqua, if one of their prized Admins was too weak-willed to keep her libido under control in such a dire situation. She was going to feel like such an idiot after Shelly freed herself while she was still trying to get herself off.
And Shelly was absolutely going to free herself, just as soon as she stopped moaning and wiggling her hips against Courtney’s in an attempt to rub their crotchropes together.
Any minute now.
She could stop doing this whenever she wanted.
...Okay, maybe this was going to be harder than she thought.
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