Gotta Catch The Pretty Ones

© 2011-2014 by Mr. David R. Dorrycott

Chapter Twelve

Winter had come early this year, trapping a handful of travelers in Stonehome until the roads cleared enough for travel. But Stonehome was far North of most other places so it would be some time before the roads were cleared by the local two man road crew. For a while Sara’s shop was busy, catching up on paperwork, maintenance on the two hunters Pokeball’s that were trapped in town as well as the Pokehall’s equipment and her own. But there was only so much work to be done so by the time the third storm hit Sara was simply treading water.

It had been four months since Penny had ‘captured’ the ex-huntress Lucy. In that time Sara’s monthly reports and the woman’s voided license had reached the local Guildhall as had their reply in turn. She had done everything correctly, but they informed her that the money she had given Lucy had to come out of her own shops pocket. It was good then that the money was still in her hands. Found money, no tax on it, no Guild Dues no one had come looking for Lucy. Oh Constable Hendricks had come by once about her. He was carrying a letter from Lucy’s family, she hadn’t arrived home so did anyone in Stonehome know anything.

“She stayed the night” Sara admitted. “She promised to stay for breakfast but when I got down she was already gone. Have her Hunter friends seen her?”

“Nah. Wouldn’ have anything tah do with her iffin they did. Musta gone elsewhere. Big shame that, loosing yer licence caus yah got mad at yer boyfriend.”

“Leave a poster with her picture and name on it” Sara decided. “I’ll let you know if anyone says anything useful.”

“Thanks.” The Constable pulled a rolled up poster and gave it to Sara. Opening it she read Lucy’s name, and the photo had to have been taken at the Judges chambers. It was a pretty good photo but Lucy’s face was bedraggled. It would be difficult for a stranger to recognize her after she cleaned up. “I’ll get it up at lunch” she promised, waving softly at Hendricks back as he left. It was snowing again of course and in Stonehome it snowed heavily. There could be weeks when just getting from one’s house to the market was a major effort. Lucy’s Pokeball was still in the box next to Penny’s, who’s ball hadn’t been touched other than to remove the locator beacon even though her wife had begged her several times. Punishment Sara had told her. For every bad act, even a mistake there had to be some punishment. So Penny was sulking in the basement reading through the ledgers while almost customer-less Sara was working her way slowly though those uncounted lines of code.

Finally two days into a bad blizzard Sara couldn’t stand it anymore. Closing up well before lunch, she hadn’t had a customer since the day the blizzard started after all, she went into her home, snagging Penny who was preparing lunch.

“You. Me and a certain pair of Pokeball’s” she said as she headed for the basement door. Somehow Penny beat her, not only to the door but downstairs and was standing by the shelves holding older versions of Pokeball’s and other equipment. “Get them” Sara ordered, though with a friendly voice. It was cold in the basement at the moment. Though there was a small wood stove it wasn’t lit unless they were going to spend a lot of time downstairs. While Penny found the right box Sara lit the ready firewood, watching until it caught well.

A tap on her shoulder told her Penny was waiting. “Get yours too” she abruptly decided, “and get undressed.” It would be weeks before they could dig out and Penny had earned this. Accepting the second Pokeball she studied the two. One’s label said Slave Lucy in bold letters. The other said Sexy Penny in much duller letters, indicating that Penny wasn’t currently ‘In residence.’

Opening Lucy’s ball Sara pointed out a tiny switch. “Push that down, hold it and say “Sara, I give you this Pokeball.” She handed over the ball to the now naked brunette. “Otherwise I can’t control it or Lucy. It’s a safety so that if anyone steals it from you, though they can release your Pokemon they can’t control it.”

“Okay” Penny agreed. She followed directions, then placed the ball in Sara’s outstretched hand.

Pressing the same button Sara said “I accept ownership of this Pokeball.” Patting her loves head she pulled out the second Pokeball. “You can’t know what I’m going to do. You need Plausible Deniability” she explained, triggering it without another word. In seconds Penny was gone, happily entrapped within her own Pokeball. “This could get habit forming” Sara mused as she took both balls into the storm room. “In fact, I can see now why the Guilds are hiding this. It gives you a feeling of ultimate superiority. Hell, if this got out there could be secret clubs who have thousands of men and women trapped in Pokeball’s.” She made a personal decision then. No matter where this went she would never tell anyone. Certainly not the Guild.

Setting at her work desk she looked around. Clean now the room was neatly lined with bookshelves. In an open space was a heavy wooden ‘X’ device. It had been made for Penny and installed by the Martine family. Along with a half wheel, half bed like thing and a chain that hung from a wide wooden framework. Mrs Martine had given Sara an odd smile while she was installing these things. Obviously she knew what they were, what they were for and having looked at Penny, who they were for. It had seemed to amuse the older woman.

Pulling out her special journal from its hiding place (a triple hidden drawer, another Martine family device) Sara opened it to a marked page. Lucy Lynn De’Hind was written at the top. It already had Lucy’s case history in it now four months later it was time to see what a fully functional Pokeball did to a human. Therefore she didn’t trigger that special little switch, instead pointing the device at an open space on the rooms floor and released the captured Huntress.

Lucy appeared exactly as Penny had. Naked and in the throes of her Orgasm. She landed softly on the cold stone floor and just lay there for a few minutes. While she did so Sara studied her, no she would never be as beautiful as Penny but with a couple dozen more pounds of her she would be a lot more attractive. Finally the cold stone got to Lucy and she stood up, beginning to shiver in the still cold room. A second trigger of the ball and Lucy, now conscious, vanished again.

The balls glowing label changed as Sara watched. It no longer said Slave Lucy, unknown but Slave Lucy, Huntress. She sat the ball aside, waiting for the room to warm up and the Pokeball to imprint Lucy’s mind while she decided exactly what to do. Finally, an hour after she had recaptured Lucy Sara released her again, watching as the naked woman materialized and dropped to the cold stone floor.

“Welcome back slave” Sara said, setting the empty Pokeball aside. “You seduced my wife and I don’t like that one little bit. In fact I’m thinking of pressing charges and with your record, you’ll be lucky to only get five years hard labor.”

“Mrs. Richards?” Lucy asked. “I uh...” She was still drunk, but the cold was helping her sober up a bit. “I.. What do you want me to do?” she asked.

“”I want you to go back into your Pokeball” Sara answered, lifting the ball.

“Pokeball? But you said humans couldn’t be captured by a Pokeball” the now sober and shivering woman gasped.

“I lied” Sara admitted, triggering the ball. Once Lucy was back in her ball Sara turned back to the book and wrote about the first encounter. Then she went upstairs for a mug of hot coca, letting the basement rooms warm further. Stopping at the linen closet she dragged out one of the blankets they had originally loaned Lucy, taking it back downstairs with her.

By now the air was much warmer, nearly comfortable but the stones would never really warm up. Not until Summer and even then they would be cool. Opening the blanket half-way she returned to her chair, picking up Lucy’s ball again. If, like she had been told, the ball made its occupant submissive to the ball owners will then by now Lucy would truly have no free choice. Looking at the wooden ‘X’, which Penny had well schooled her in its use Sara determined the perfect test. Triggering the ball agin, this time pointing at the blanket she waited the few seconds before Lucy was fully coherent again.

“Slave Lucy” Sara said gently, catching the still naked woman’s attention. “Go stand at that wooden X frame please.

“Of course Mrs. Richards” Lucy agreed, as though it was something she did all the time. She stopped at the device, looking at it.

“Turn around Lucy” Sara ordered. “Your feet go in the leather anklets at the bottom, your wrists in the corresponding cuffs above your head..”

“Yes, I see that now Mrs. Richards” the redhead answered. Carefully she turned around, first placing her feet on the small wooden platforms, then sliding her ankles into the waiting cuffs. Once she was comfortable she did the same with her wrists, looking at Sara as though she had just passed some important test.

Without another word Sara got up, walked over to the device and strapped Lucy in firmly. Then she returned to her chair, looking at the naked younger woman.

“Lucy, why did you obey me?” she asked. “You have just freely placed yourself into a position where I can do anything I desire to you and believe me slave, Penny has woken some strange desires within me with this equipment.”

“You told me too” the ex-Huntress answered, as though that explained everything. “Am I wrong Mrs. Richards?”

“Call me Sara, please” Sara corrected the now bound woman. “Tell me, how long have you been in that Pokeball?”

“”I don’t know” the woman answered. “Twenty minutes?”

“Try four months” Sara offered.

“Four months? That is a long time Sara, are you going to keep me now? I’d really like that you know.”

Sara stood, walking to a closed panel. Opening it she withdrew a riding crop. “Until I can discover a way to release you from the Pokeball’s control, yes I’m going to keep you slave. I did warn you about making crazy statements didn’t I? But first there is something I want to try.” She swung the whip through the air between them. “Penny wants me to use this on her but I’m afraid to. Do you mind Lucy? Do you mind if I use this on you?”

Lucy studied the whip. “It will hurt?”

“A lot, I think” Sara admitted.

“No Sara. I don’t mind at all. Its what you want, isn’t it?”

Sara smiled, a hungry kind of smile. She was trying to act the hard dominate player but what she had in mind made her stomach flutter. “You have no idea Lucy what Penny has changed me into. Yes, I very much want too but I never want to hurt Penny so you will have to do my little Pokepet. At least until I learn how to use this with minimal pain” She pulled the whip back a bit. “And Lucy? Please don’t scream.”

“I promise that I won’t Sara.”

Lucy’s induction to the whip was not a comfortable one but it was a very short one. Sara barely managed five stripes before she threw the thing away from her. “I can’t do this” she shouted at herself. “I can’t hurt someone like this. Not Lucy, never Penny.” Going over to Lucy she did her best to replace the pain with pleasure.