Iron Orchid’s academy was a quaint little mansion on the southeast side of the city, perched atop a cliff that overlooked the eastern Galar shoreline, with Hulbury City visible as a speck on the horizon. It was clear that whoever founded this organization had been quite wealthy long before any of this started and was doing it out of personal interest rather than for money.
It was also clear to Alex that this wasn’t the training facility they were looking for, since the building didn’t house many people. There were only about a dozen inside at most, with the majority of the inhabitants being Pokémon who were defending the location. Still, that didn’t an it wasn’t worth checking for clues that might point them in the right direction, so he and Marnie made their way through the property amid the guard Pokémon’s threatening growls.
There were Tsareena, Salazzle, Houndoom, Lopunny, and Mismagius of Elite rank ready to attack, with nearly a hundred more of their species scattered throughout the property, rearing and growling as if waiting for a signal. Faced with Alex and Marnie’s Champion ranked aura, along with Gardevoir’s own oppressive presence, they didn’t dare make the first move unless things turned violent. They would probably lose, but that didn’t matter. This was their ho, and they had to defend it.
The tension grew tighter as Alex reached the door to the mansion. If he attacked and forced his way through, the Pokémon would have no choice but to fight back. Just as Alex was about to do exactly that and release all his Pokémon, a crisp, clear command ca through the intercom.
“You may enter,” ca a female voice, prompting the Pokémon to imdiately relax and return to playing in the garden.
“I thought things were about to get ugly,” Marnie said with a sigh as she pulled her hand away from her Pokémon belt.
“Relax, they’re not stupid enough to pick a fight with a pair of Champions,” Alex said as he opened the doors. “If they were, they wouldn’t have made it this far in this industry.”
Once they entered, they were greeted by the sight of four attendants, two n and two won who were practically naked, bringing an intense blush to Marnie’s face.
The n wore nothing but black leather harnesses, full black face masks with zippers over their mouths, and chastity cages that kept their cocks small and locked away. The won wore skimpy maid outfits that presented their breasts, with short skirts opened at the front that exposed their vaginas, which were stuffed with vibrators. Judging by the constant thrum Alex could hear, there were definitely at least six individual devices, so their asses likely had plugs as well, including the n’s.
Yet, despite their deaning appearance, they maintained a prim and proper presentation without showing even a hint of sha as they calmly greeted the pair.
“Welco, guests. The mistress will see you in her office,” they said in unison as they bowed.
“Wha—what are they wearing?” Marnie exclaid, covering her face with her hands while peeking through her fingers.
“BDSM gear,” Alex answered. “It’s a type of relationship, often sexual, in which a person gives up control to another and lets them do as they please. It offers an intense psychological release that often brings comfort to those who surrender themselves.”
“Really? Those don’t look comfortable to ,” Marnie said, her eyes drawn to the chastity cages the n wore.
“It’s part of the process,” Alex replied. “So thrive in pain and don’t mind any kind of torture they’re put through. In fact, many enjoy it. The most important part, however, is that they don’t get to make the choice themselves. They simply follow what their master tells them.”
The pair continued their discussion as they moved through the mansion’s halls, following the attendants who surrounded them. Alex shared what he had learned from Nyx during their walk, while Marnie’s pale skin flushed bright red. She was intrigued enough to listen, her curiosity drawn to every detail as Alex explained the many ways the body could be enjoyed.
Eventually, they reached the office, where a confident, beautiful woman with long red hair in a tight black leather outfit sat behind a desk, and three other won dressed similarly were seated on couches at the sides. It seed they had walked in on the teacher in the middle of instructing her students.
“Welco to my abode,” the woman said, ignoring Alex and focusing entirely on Marnie. “To what do I owe the pleasure of the Gym Leader’s visit?”
Alex didn’t need to be a genius to realize that this woman was intentionally ignoring him. It seed she was trying to get a rise out of him out of so sadistic pleasure, to assert her dominance. Or perhaps she had spotted an opportunity to add Marnie to her collection, which just didn’t sit well with him. Fortunately for Alex, having dealt with Nyx enough tis had taught him exactly how to play this ga.
“Competition, training facility, mind control, kidnapping, human trafficking,” Alex listed, key words tumbling one after another.
“How dare you speak when—” she burst out in rage, only to be cut off.
“Let’s go,” Alex said, ignoring her outburst. “Gardevoir says our third target, Crimson Veil, has a training facility and dabbles in human trafficking. They’re probably our target.”
He then grabbed Marnie’s hand as they walked away, much to her shock and confusion.
“Get back here!” the woman shouted in anger as she stood, but Alex continued to ignore her and simply led a confused Marnie away.
The attendants tried to block his path, but his strength easily knocked them aside without a hint of resistance. They attempted to follow, but a single glare from Gardevoir was enough to silence the room, and quell any resistance.
“That was an,” Marnie said, allowing herself to be pulled along by Alex.
“It’s how you put narcissistic sadists in their place,” Alex replied. “Don’t give them an inch, even if they lose their composure and respond with force. It’s the only way they can understand that they’re not in control. Besides, she started it. She probably wanted to turn our conversation into a lesson on how to control soone like .”
Marnie, anwhile, was off in dreamland as she focused her attention on Alex’s hand holding hers. His grip was strong, stronger than her own. She doubted she could pull away from him unless he allowed it. Sohow, that sparked a curiosity that helped her understand why anyone would let others control them. Perhaps this was sothing she might even enjoy.
Once the pair had made it far enough away from the office, Gardevoir teleported them out. They could have easily fought the mansion’s Pokémon, but why go through the hassle? Besides, they had found the place they were looking for and didn’t have the ti to spare with beating down Pokémon.
Their next stop was The Crimson Veil, a well-known establishnt among the locals with the highest prices in the city. It had multiple locations and was said to house the finest courtesans, catering to the wealthiest residents and offering escort services to lavish art events, usually ending in a wild night that promised maximum satisfaction.
Rather than head to one of their many brothels in the city, they teleported out of Spikemuth and traveled southwest along the coast near Route 9, Outer Spikemuth. Apparently, they had a training facility there that the mistress of Iron Orchid knew about.
She had been researching the competition when she discovered the location and realized she was in over her head. It was a heavily guarded facility run by a Champion who owned the organization, and it wasn’t sothing she could afford to ss with.
It was fortunate that the pair had visited her, otherwise they might have had a difficult ti finding the place through the brothels in the city. They kept the location very secret, even from their own managers after all.
Riding on Mantine, the pair headed southwest along the coastline until they spotted their destination. It was a walled compound that resembled a prison, tucked tightly between rugged cliffs and partially hidden from view.
As they flew over on a Titan Mantine, their approach was imdiately spotted, and the compound went into high alert. Alarms blared, sirens wailed, and guards ran frantically with their Pokémon, readying their guns.
“This is definitely the place,” Alex said, releasing his Pokémon and initiating a Protect rotation to shield them from the incoming fire.
Marnie looked down in abject horror, never realizing such a horrid place existed just west of her city. She resolved to bring it down, along with whoever was in charge. But before that, she had to find Eliza.
While Alex engaged the guards in combat, Marnie released her Pokémon and began sweeping the compound, searching for her friend. Alex was more than strong enough to handle anyone running this place, so all she had to do was locate Eliza while staying protected by her Pokémon. She had learned her lesson about letting them run wild, so at most they only took out anyone who tried to stop her.
Eventually, she found Eliza in a cell, looking gaunt, the life in her eyes gone as she sat on her bed, motionless and vacant.
“Eliza!” Marnie shouted, but received no response.
Rage unlike anything she had felt before began to consu her, her Dark type energy expanding to envelop her entire form. Whoever was in charge wasn’t going to live through the day.
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