Misty was completely NAKED, her tanned body pressed firmly against the rough bark of a thick tree.
Only the thin black choker remained around her neck, the small orange tag glinting in the sunlight: "MISTY".
It was important, after all, it had cost him 30 points in the system shop, but it was worth it.
The choker could TRACK the exact location of each of his women, no matter where they went.
He'd already put the same ones on Officer Jenny and Nurse Joy, the tags marked with their names so he'd never lose what belonged to him.
Currently, Misty hung SUSPENDED in the quiet forest clearing, her tanned body held up by thick RED ropes.
The ropes looped tight around her wrists and were thrown over a low branch above her head, pulling her arms high.
More ropes wrapped around her upper chest, circling just above and below her small, almost flat breasts, framing the pale untanned skin of her chest where her bikini top used to cover.
The ropes then continued down to her slim waist, looping tight before running behind the tree trunk to keep her body steady and balanced in the air..
There was a small GAP between her back and the rough bark, she wasn't pressed against it, just hanging forward in the air.
Her legs were bent up toward her back, knees spread WIDE.
Separate ropes tied each ankle and looped over the same branch, folding her body.
Everything between her legs stayed fully OPEN and EXPOSED to the cool forest air.
Her small breasts rose and fell fast with nervous breaths, nipples HARD and red from the cold air and fear.
Her tanned skin glistened with fresh SWEAT, beads rolling down her collarbones and soft belly. Her orange hair stuck damp to her forehead and neck.
The pale white triangle over her orange HAIRY pussy stood out against her tanned skin, a neat patch of soft orange curls right above her slit.
Her pink labia trembled and shook with every sob, folds WET and shining in the dim light, a thin string of arousal dripping slowly.
A soft Poké Ball-shaped gag filled her mouth (the same one he had used on Misty in the past), its smooth red-and-white surface pressing gently against her red lips.
Saliva pooled at the corners of her stretched mouth, shiny trails running down her chin.
It was strapped snugly behind her head, the black band blending with her choker, turning her scared whimpers into quiet, muffled "MMPH" sounds that barely carried through the forest.
Ash stood back and looked at her. The RED ropes against her tanned skin, the way her body folded and swayed a little… it was PERFECT.
Her tanned skin glistened with sweat.
The pale white triangle over her hairy orange pussy stood out sharply against her tanned skin, a neat patch of soft orange curls right above her slit.
Looking at the TREMBLING, crying Misty hanging there, Ash remembered the moment clearly.
"I'm sorry, Misty," he had whispered, voice low and genuinely regretful, as he pushed the Poké Ball-shaped gag into her mouth and fastened the strap behind her head.
She had been crying and screaming too much, loud enough to carry through the trees even with his ability active. He'd had no choice.
He HATED this part most, seeing his women cry, seeing them suffer like this. It twisted something in his chest every time.
But a MISSION was a MISSION. There was no backing out now.
He had to complete it… for her sake as much as the reward. One day she'd thank him when the fear was gone forever.
…
Daisy stood there for a moment, her pale eyes fixed on Misty hanging helplessly in the ropes.
Misty's body TREMBLED hard, small muffled whimpers leaking around the Poké Ball gag, tears still wet on her cheeks.
Daisy bit her red lip. She had seen the glowing blue mission screen too.
She remembered how loud Misty had screamed and cried while they tied her up, begging, thrashing, voice cracking with pure terror of bugs.
It had made Daisy's chest hurt to watch. She really felt BAD for her…
But Ash had already made his decision, and Daisy would OBEY any of his decisions without question.
She understood how IMPORTANT it was to complete the mission.
So even though her heart ached seeing Misty cry and shake like that, Daisy pushed the feeling down, gave Ash her usual bright smile.
…
Ash noticed her staring and gave a small, gentle smile.
"Let's go, Daisy… we need to catch some Pokémon."
Daisy blinked, pushing the worry deep down inside. She nodded quickly, forcing a happy smile onto her face.
"Sure…"
She took one last glance at Misty, still hanging there, body trembling, muffled whimpers leaking from the gag,
and then turned to follow Ash deeper into the forest, her heels clicking softly on the path as they left the clearing behind.
….
Misty's mind raced with TERROR, worry, SHAME, and embarrassment.
They left me here… NAKED… tied up like this…
Her eyes darted around the quiet clearing, heart pounding.
What if someone comes? What if a trainer walks by and sees me hanging here, spread open, dripping like some pervert's fantasy?
She glanced down at her exposed body in horror.
What if something big comes? A huge Beedrill… or worse…
Her body trembled harder in the ropes, small sobs muffled behind the gag.
Fresh tears kept rolling down her burning red cheeks as she twisted uselessly, arms stretched high, legs folded and wide.
Between her thighs, her hairy orange pussy DRIPPED steadily, warm trails sliding down her inner legs.
It was part fear, part unwanted AROUSAL from being so helpless and exposed.
The wetness only made the shame worse.
Why is my body doing this? Stop… please stop…
She squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them again, scanning the trees in panic, praying no one,
and no BUG,
would find her like this.
….
About an hour later, Ash came back into the clearing, several Poké Balls in his hand.
He stopped and looked at Misty first.
She was still hanging there in the ropes, body trembling, face flushed dark red with shame.
Her eyes were puffy from crying, and a small puddle of clear yellow pee glistened on the ground beneath her.
It had happened while she was alone,
fear and embarrassment had been too much, and her body had let go without warning.
Ash didn't mind it at all. Peeing was a normal thing when someone was this scared and helpless.
Deep down, he even thought it would have looked beautiful if she'd done it right in front of him,
warm streams running down her tanned thighs from this perfect angle.
He sighed softly at the missed sight,
then stepped closer.
"Look what I brought, Misty."
He held up the Poké Balls and released the Pokémon inside them one by one.