Gotta Catch The Pretty Ones

© 2011-2014 by Mr. David R. Dorrycott

Chapter Thirteen

Several hours later Sara was sitting in the kitchen sharing hot coca with her wife Penny. “It didn’t go well, did it” Penny asked softly.

“No” Sara admitted “Forget the whip Penny. I, I just can’t do that.”

“Did she scream?”

“I told her not too” the redhead answered. “She didn’t even whimper. Five stripes across her stomach, oh Gods Penny, the idea of ever doing that again, even the thought of it makes me sick to my stomach.”

“Okay, I’ll sell the whip next market day” her wife decided. “It did prove one thing though.” She waited until her Sara looked up. “She obeyed you, even when she knew it was going to hurt. A lot. So whatever that program is it basically turns the Pokeball occupant into a willing slave.” She sipped her own drink before continuing. “Is that what I really am now my love? Just a programmed willing slave?”

“No. I disabled that section of code in your Pokeball. REM’ed it out and I removed the emitter that writes to a Pokemon’s mind while entrapped. You are what you were born to be, nothing more, certainly nothing less. Lucy’s Pokeball I left completely alone other than removing the locator beacon but do you know what this means? It means that Pokemon once captured may not like what their life is now. They may hate it and their captor but they are completely subverted to serving them.”

“Are you sure” Penny asked.

“No. Lucy is a single data point. A human one at that and human brains are different than Pokemon. Besides she’d already decided that she wanted to be a slave before you touched her. I guess that she had decided that was the best punishment for what she had inadvertently done. Besides, Human and Pokemon brains react differently. Anyway even if I had the time I’d need dozens of data points to be sure. Lucy was pretty shattered by what she’d done, what her punishment was. She might just be using this as an escape from reality. I mean, you never referred to yourself as a Pokemon but she did.” Sara gave her wife a knowing look. “And no, you are not going to seduce every pretty girl in this town just to capture them for data points, even if I need them.”

Penny laughed. “You take all the fun out of things” she finally admitted. “Rose is so cute. Okay, I won’t touch anyone in Stonehome and since I don’t really go anywhere else much I guess I won’t be touching anyone else.” She finished her coca. “Besides I’d need a hunting license first wouldn’t I? What about the coding?”

Sara gave her mug to the brunette, rubbing her eyes. “Winters great for searching code” she answered. “No business, no bother. I’m two and a third million lines in and I’m still finding nothing but control code or REM lines. Whomever wrote this code was really sloppy or really devious. At least a third of the code is redundant, recursive, overly complex or just REM statements. At least those let me know where I am, I’ve filled two journals with notes already and have notes on how to write a cleaner code but I guess I better get back to it though.”

“As soon as I finish washing I’ll get back to those journals too” Penny agreed. “And no, I won’t touch Lucy’s Pokeball. But... What do we do with her?”

Sara stopped, shrugged then scratched her head. “Christmas is coming up and she could use some clothing. I got her to write her sizes down before I sent her back into the Pokeball but we are both only average with sewing.”

“Then we will work together” Penny decided. “Lucy is almost my size anyway so I can try it on. What’s snug for me will be loose for her. So what’s too tight for me will be perfect for her.”

Sara shook her head in disbelief. “Fifty years from now when we are old and grey I can just see a shelf of special Pokeball’s above our bed. Each one some poor girl one of us seduced, then captured.”

“Why only one shelf” Penny asked with a grin. “Why not six? Ten? Twenty? Gotta catch them all you know.” She ducked the journal Sara lobbed at her.