When Ash returned, the clone had already set up a small tent a safe distance from Beedrill territory.
It didn't matter much now. The queen was his, and with her captured, no remaining Beedrill would dare disturb them.
Ash dismissed the clone with a thought. It vanished into thin air.
Inside the tent, Yellow lay on her back on the sleeping mat, completely naked.
Her wrists were tied tightly to her ankles in front of her body with rope, pulling her spread legs sharply upward and bent, arching her back painfully.
The position lifted her hips and chest off the mat, leaving her completely open and unable to move.
A Poké Ball gag was buckled firmly in her mouth, turning any sound into quiet, muffled hums.
Her straw hat lay nearby, long blonde hair spilling free across the mat in golden waves.
Her skin was soft and pale, smooth like porcelain, curves gentle but inviting. Small breasts with pink nipples thrust upward from her arched position, slim waist leading to hips that flared softly.
She had woken up a while ago, right in the middle of the clone tying her up.
The first thing she felt was confusion. Where was she? Why couldn't she move her hands?
Then fear hit hard as she realized she was getting tied up in a weird, humiliating position.
She struggled at once, twisting and pulling desperately, muffled cries leaking from the strange gag in her mouth.
Nothing gave. The ropes held firm.
Her face burned red with anger and shame.
What is he doing? Where are my clothes? Why am I naked like this?
Tears welled up fast, spilling down her cheeks as she thrashed weakly.
Sadness mixed with fear. How could this be happening? Why would he do this to her?
Pain shot through her shoulders and back from the tight arch, making her whimper louder.
The gag muffled everything into pathetic, helpless "mmphs."
The more she tried to scream, the more the strange tentacles from the gag inside stirred, licking her tongue and throat with wet, shocking motions.
The louder she cried, the more intense they became, multiple soft currents tickling and pressing, making drool pour from her lips.
It only made her cry harder, face twisting in frustration and terror.
She noticed that after tying her up, he just stood there, staring at her naked body with intense eyes.
Her cheeks flushed darker under the gag.
She twisted uselessly, trying to hide her small breasts, her exposed pussy, anything.
But the position left her completely open, arched and helpless.
Why is he looking at me like that? Stop… please stop staring…
After what felt like an eternity, or maybe hours, Yellow's struggles had slowed to weak, exhausted twitches.
Her body ached from the tight ropes, sweat cooling on her pale skin, tears drying in salty tracks on her cheeks.
The clone had stood there the whole time, silent, staring.
When Ash entered, her yellow eyes widened in shock.
She froze, heart racing all over again.
The new man was the same? A twin? Or something else?
But as soon as Ash stepped inside the tent, the first man vanished into thin air, like he had never been there.
Yellow's eyes widened even more, a fresh wave of confusion crashing over her fear.
Her muffled whimper rose in pitch, body jerking weakly against the tight ropes.
What… what just happened? He was there… and now he's gone?
The gag turned her panicked breathing into soft, frantic hums.
She didn't understand any of this.
And that terrified her more than anything.
Ash smiled faintly and moved closer, standing beside her, his expression softening into something almost gentle.
"Hello. My name is Ash."
He paused, looking truly regretful.
After all, in Ash's eyes, Yellow was a gentle, selfless, brave, and kind-hearted girl who always put others before herself and would sacrifice everything to protect those she cared about, and now seeing her crying and struggling made his chest hurt.
He bowed his head slightly, voice low and genuine.
Yellow's heart skipped.
For a brief moment, hope flickered in her yellow eyes.
Maybe he was apologizing for his brother, the one who had tied her up.
Maybe he was going to free her.
She held her breath, body still trembling, waiting for him to reach for the ropes.
"But I have to have sex with you. Four times in your vagina and one time in anal."
Yellow's muffled gasp turned into frantic, panicked mmphs. Her body jerked against the ropes, eyes filling with fresh tears.
Ash looked at her.
"I swear I don't want to force you. I really don't. But I have no other choice. If I don't, something bad will happen, not just to me but to everyone I care about. You may not understand it now, but soon you will."
He reached out slowly, hand resting lightly on her trembling thigh, fingers gentle on her soft, pale skin.
"I'm sorry. Truly. Please try to understand."
Yellow stared at him, heart pounding, mind reeling.
What was he talking about? Sex?
She had seen Pokémon doing something like that, something they did when they loved each other, something private and intimate.
But this… this was nothing like that.
This was scary.
Wrong.
Tears spilled faster down her cheeks, her muffled whimpers turning into soft, broken sobs.
She shook her head weakly, body straining against the ropes, trying to pull away from his touch even as she couldn't move.
But deep down, the sadness in his voice confused her.
Was he really forced? Or was it a lie?
She didn't know.
All she knew was she was trapped, helpless, and he was going to do it anyway.
And that terrified her more than anything.
Fear flooded her, but the sadness in his eyes confused her even more…
Ash moved closer.
Yellow tried to scream and pull away, body straining desperately.
But the ropes held her perfectly still. She couldn't move at all, not even an inch.
Ash placed one hand gently on her trembling thigh, fingers tracing the soft, pale skin, admiring its smoothness.
Yellow's muffled cries grew louder, body shaking harder in the ropes.
Ash lifted her leg slightly, the rope allowing just enough give, and brought his mouth to the inside of her thigh.
He licked slowly, tongue warm and wet against her skin.
It tasted faintly salty from her nervous sweat, clean and fresh underneath, the soft texture making him linger.
He moved lower slowly, lips brushing the sensitive inside of her thigh, drawing closer and closer until his tongue finally met the center between her soft white legs.
His hand slid to her other thigh, spreading her wider as much as the ropes allowed, and he began...