Ash and clone had stripped Officer Jenny, Nurse Joy, and Jessie completely naked, their uniforms left in tattered piles on the floor.
He forced the three women into a tight circle, facing each other.
A single rope coiled around their lush, overflowing breasts, starting with Nurse Joy's largest, heaviest pair, creamy white mounds, full and round, capped by wide dusky-pink areolas and thick, stiff nipples.
It then looped around Jessie's slightly smaller but still generous tits pale gold-tinted skin, firm and high, topped with rose-red areolas and sharp, hard nipples that stood out proudly.
Finally, it wrapped Officer Jenny's athletic, full breasts, sun-kissed tan with sharp tan-lines, smaller but tighter, crowned by tight cinnamon-brown areolas and small, rigid nipples pulsing with each breath.
The rope bound tight, squeezing until soft flesh bulged between the coils, nipples pinched and throbbing.
From there, it pulled upward, pulling their wrists high above their heads and knotting to a steel ring in the ceiling. Jenny and Joy still wore their caps, a humiliating reminder of their roles.
The rope was short and unforgiving, forcing their backs into a strained 45° bend. Any attempt to stand taller only tightened the coils, crushing their breasts harder and jerking all three women forward in a shared, gasping struggle.
A second rope lay on the floor in a neat triangle. It tied Jenny's left ankle to Jessie's right, Jessie's left to Joy's right, and Joy's left back to Jenny's right.
This simple knot spread their legs wide, thighs shaking, pussies and tight little assholes completely open to the cool air.
If any one tried to close her legs, the rope tugged hard, yanking the next woman's thigh even farther apart, forcing all three to stay stretched and dripping.
Their mouths were completely sealed with gags made from each other's underwear:
Officer Jenny's black lace thong was pushed deep into Jessie's mouth. The lace carried Jenny's clean but rugged scent sharp and crisp from the open air, mixed with the faint, salty tang of sweat from long hours patrolling under the sun.
Jessie's red panties were stuffed between Nurse Joy's lips. The panties held Jessie's warm, spicy scent, rich and a little earthy, like cinnamon on skin.
Nurse Joy's white cotton briefs filled Officer Jenny's mouth. The cotton carried Joy's soft, powdery scent, gentle and clean, like baby powder mixed with warm cotton.
These ropes were special items. One of them, the ankle rope, was purchased directly from the system shop for 50 points.
It was exactly the same as the newbie gift rope he had received earlier. The moment it touched a person's skin, it instantly drained all their physical strength, leaving them completely weak and helpless. If used on a Pokémon, it would be unable to use its moves.
Ash felt genuinely proud of his cleverness. With just two ropes, he had securely bound three women together.
One rope secured their breasts and hands, while the other bound their legs firmly. The arrangement left them completely helpless and exposed, as if they were on display.
He looked at his clone standing nearby. Its cock was already dripping thick strands of precum, its eyes locked hungrily on the trembling, bound women.
What a horny clone, Ash thought to himself. With that, he made the clone disappear, noting it still had a few minutes of duration left.
It had taken a full thirty minutes to tie them properly. His enhanced strength, combined with the clone's assistance, had made the process smooth and efficient.
Next, he planned to upgrade his clone ability first. He walked into the attached bathroom.
After stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door, Ash looked around.
Unlike the tiny trainer bathroom, this one felt like a fancy hotel: smooth marble counters, soft warm lights, a big glass shower, and a long mirror. The air smelled fresh, like wood and lemon.
He simply thought of the slave ball, and it appeared in his hand.
With a soft SHH-POP, Misty appeared on the cool tile floor.
She was completely naked, her skin still showing the faint marks of their earlier encounter, soft pink fingerprints on her hips and a thin red line across her body from the rope.
She lay curled on her side, knees tucked close, one arm under her head, the other resting across her stomach. She looked exactly like a sleeping Psyduck after a long day.
Peaceful, head slightly tilted, breathing slow and steady. Her orange hair spread out softly on the tile, like a Psyduck's fluffy yellow feathers.
The cold floor and the cool air brushing her bare skin made her stir. Misty's eyes fluttered open slowly, blinking up at Ash.
As soon as Misty's eyes locked on Ash, every memory flooded back. The men, the ropes, the rough hands, the violation.
Her breath hitched. Tears welled up instantly, spilling down her cheeks in silent, trembling streams.
Her face crumpled, just like after a brutal defeat, when a trainer's Pokémon lies broken and the tears come not from pain, but from helplessness.
She didn't care that she was naked on the cold tile. She didn't care about the bathroom or anything else. Only the person who had raped her stood right in front of her.
With a raw, fearful, desperate cry, she kicked out hard from her lying position. One leg snapped up fast, aiming straight for his knee. The other followed in a wild, frantic swing.
Ash was already crouched beside her, ready. He caught both ankles mid-air with calm, one in each grip, stopping her.
Her legs trembled in his hold, muscles straining, but he didn't flinch. He just held her there, suspended, tears dripping onto the tile between them.
She asked, voice cracking through fresh tears, "What do you want from me?"
"Misty…" Ash's throat tightened. "I need you to upgrade my ability."
Tears streamed down Misty's cheeks, her voice trembling. "You… you promised," she whispered.
"You said after five times I could choose. You said I wouldn't have to do anything else unless I wanted to…"
Ash swallowed hard, forcing himself to continue.
"I know. I know. I promised that after five you could decide whether to leave or stay… but I need your help one more time."
Misty's tear-streaked face twisted in fury.
"So you were lying before... You just want to rape me again, don't you?"
Misty's eyes flashed with fresh fury. She jerked upward from the floor, hands clawing toward his face.
Ash's voice cut through the air, gentle but absolute. "Don't move. Lie straight."
Her body froze mid-motion. Arms dropped to her sides. Legs straightened. She slammed flat onto the cool tile with a soft thud, chest heaving, tears still streaming.
She stared up at him, wide-eyed and trembling, unable to move a muscle.