Gotta Catch The Pretty Ones

© 2011-2014 by Mr. David R. Dorrycott

Chapter Thirty-Three

They had caught the last bus. Leaving at ten pm it started the long, slow trip to Stonehome and points further and just as Sara had told the Doctor it really wasn’t the winding mountain roads that caused such a slow trip. It was stopping at every little town, hamlet and crossroads that made the trip so long. Along with making two changes of buses along the way. They could have waited four days for the express, it only took three days for the same trip and would pass their bus as they neared their destination. But four days wait for a one days savings wasn’t worth the cost and the Express only ran once a week. Not at all in the Winter.

Through the first night the two simply held each other, Penny sitting on Sara’s left so that they could hold hands. Near morning when everyone but the driver was asleep Penny became mischievous, eventually waking Sara with a mild orgasm.

“Penny” Sara whispered when she was awake enough for coherent thought to discover just where her wifes right hand was. “What if someone see’s?”

“Long as you keep quiet no one will know” the librarian whispered back, pushing her fingers deeper into her wifes warm wet body while her thumb played with Sara’s most delicate and sensitive organ. “I’ve wanted to do this for the last three months.” She leaned over, kissing her wife as she fell over the waterfall again. Returning to her seat the brunette giggled. “I could capture you, you know.”

“But you won’t” Sara corrected her as she used her one hand to lower her skirt. “I own you, you can’t own me as well.”

“Paradox” Penny agreed. “It would tear our marriage apart if nothing else. Why, it might even cause a tear in reality.” She lifted her fingers to her mouth, licking them off as she noticed that the watching bus driver had a smile on his face. ‘Well better for him’ she thought as she slowly cleaned each finger, aware that he was watching as much he could. ‘He has a lousy job. A little fun can’t kill him.’ Finished with her own grooming she leaned her head against that of her redheaded wife. Bringing her lips close to Sara’s she whispered. “I’ve caught ten in the last three months. Three are with me, all bus stop runaways. Wait until you see the twin blonds. So now counting me you have fifteen. A few more and you can start your real experiments.”

Sara carefully took a pain pill, chasing it with fruit juice before she closed her eyes. ‘Ten. When will this stop’ she asked herself. ‘Or will it?’ How many total? Fifteen counting her wife. She was aware that everything Penny was doing was wrong, illegal. In the least kidnaping but she loved the brunette too much to turn her in. ‘In for a...’ she thought and laughed to herself. ‘I’m lost and I don’t care.’ Snuggling against her wife she thought about those three Pokeball’s and what they held. ‘We can walk through the largest city with them and no one would notice. Innocent little Pokeball’s, holding nothing but semi-intelligent Pokemon. How much horror would there be, should the secret be unveiled? More importantly, how were they going to release these women without them going to the police immediately. I’m going to have to program a new routine’ Sara realized. ‘Complete, utter obedience to commands even after release.’ It would be the only way to survive the Pokeypets eventual release. Unfortunately Penny would have to be the experimental animal on this one.

“Penny” Sara said, drug induced exhaustion in her voice. “No more hunting this month. Please?”

Snuggling up against her wife, and careful of her missing right hand Penny closed her own eyes. “No more this month” she agreed knowing what Sara had forgotten. There were only two days left in this month. Settling against her wife, soon they were both asleep.