Gotta Catch The Pretty Ones

© 2011-2014 by Mr. David R. Dorrycott

Chapter Thirty-Five

Late that night, after the supper dishes were cleaned and put away Penny carried her leather bag downstairs into the basement while Sara carefully closed the basements inside shutters so that no one could see in. With as many Pokeballs as Penny was carrying, opening them in the smaller workroom would be a mistake. Besides there was twice the room still available in the basement, even with all the shops supplies stacked in shelves around the walls. Not to forget the coal pile that took up a fifth of the basement area. Stonehome had long, and often very vicious winters.

Setting each red and white ball carefully on the chambers single empty table Penny gave her wife a wan smile. “I only managed a few captures before your injury” she explained. “Two to be exact. The other eight were taken on the bus trips home and back down to see you.”

“I see” Sara replied. “So exactly how did you manage to hunt on those bus trips? I remember you sent me a message the day you arrived home all three times.”

“We switched buses in Crystal City” Penny reminded her wife. “And Copper Grove. Both are at least a four hour wait and um... They don’t have cameras or microphones in the ladies rooms.”

Sara raised her hand to her eyes. “You made love in the ladies rooms?” she asked, not believing what she was hearing.

“No. I had sex. I only make love with you Sara” Penny corrected. “Once I wasn’t even involved. I’d gone in to pee and these two girls were at it hot and horny.” She shrugged. “Funny what some sisters do. Their the blond twins and I think they really aren’t that useful. Not because they’re blonds but well, they didn’t sound very educated but I thought that since they are twins. Well, one as control the other as experiment?”

“Then why take them” Sara asked, slightly confused.

“I’m a hunter Sara” Penny answered, as though that explained everything. “I capture what I can when and where I can. I just happen to be a Pokewoman hunter.”

“You’re my wife” Sara corrected. “And sadly Penny we are kidnappers my love, perhaps slavers not hunters.”

“Kidnappers?” Penny asked, a crestfallen look on her face. “But you need them to free me. That’s what you told me.”

“And your right” Sara agreed, sighing as she felt herself sink deeper into the morass she herself had opened. “Freeing you is more important to me than anything but your love.” She looked over to the basements windows, checking again that each one was sealed tightly with the winter shutters. Not a speck of light could get past them she knew that for certain as she had checked them from outside herself long ago. “All right, lets get the time consuming part over.” She held out her one hand. “First Pokeypet please my love.”

Penny’s expression changed almost instantly. Grinning with unrepressed glee she open the first Pokeyball she started the near ritual of transferring ownership on its contents from her to her wife. It was a process that would take longer than normal, as Sara had only the one hand now and that being her off hand. Still they managed in an acceptable length of time.

Once the transfer was over Sara needed to ‘inspect her goods’ so to say. Picking up the first Pokeyball Sara released its contents. On the old blankets that Penny had lain down appeared the first woman Penny had captured, back before Sara’s accident. Obviously in the throes of a massive orgasm the woman lay shaking, her eyes open but only the whites showing.

“Maria” Penny explained. “A sexual predator. Her boyfriend has a cock the size of a nightstick or worse. She was going to be the pants in the family. Very low class side of town but she seemed intelligent enough for your project my love.”

Maria opened her eyes, looking around vaguely as her mind reset itself. “George?” she asked, sitting up. “This isn’t.. She noted the two women. “What’s going on?” Her voice was powerful and now filled with anger, but when Sara held up the Pokeyball she simply laughed. “Those don’t work on...” was the last thing she said before she vanished, returning to the prison that would be her’s for an unknown time. A short unknown time Sara hoped, still from her obvious attitude it would be safer to wait longer than average. Much longer.

Setting the ball aside in a small cardboard box Sara picked up the next ball. “Penny, Maria was obviously still fully in control of herself. If you are going to continue your hunting I’ll have to ask you to avoid the aggressive ones from now on.”

“Okay” the librarian agreed, still writing down her thoughts about Maria’s entrance into the world of Pokeypets. “What happens if the ball can’t rewrite her mind?”

“Then we never use that Pokeyball again” Sara decided. “We hold it in storage until I discover how to release you forever. Then we release her along with the rest. Somewhere in the wild, near a small town on the other side of the Empire I should think. Maybe even in another Empire completely.”

“Okay my love. This one is Patty, she’s a runaway that I found in the ladies room late at night.” Penny smiled at her wife. “She’s bi, with a preference for men.”

“Not anymore” Sara decided as she triggered the ball. A late teenaged girl popped up, she was splayed as though sitting on something, a position that vanished as she too collapsed on the blankets. She looked around confused, but seemed to have no interest in fighting or in running away. Patty too soon vanished back into her Pokeyball. Now conscious the balls programming would begin working on her mind over the next days until the two women could again find time to release her. By then she would be completely submissive to her owner. To Sara.

Sara looked at the ball as she thought of this. Whomever had written those routines should have been forced to experience them himself. Complete subjugation of a animals true will. A will that could only return if the animal was released forever and few were before a Pokemon Hunters death or rarely their retirement. It was simply too easy to place the inhabited balls up on a shelf to admire in ones old age. Sara knew from experience that there were still Type One’s in museums that held Pokemon. What horror it would be, if these women were to spend hundreds of years in some museum as an example of the first hunter of Pokeywomen. As they went through the balls contents Sara vowed to complete both her works as soon as possible.

The twins though caught her completely off guard. Deeply tanned skin greeted her as the first appeared. Dark, blue-brown eyes half hidden by naturally blond hair observed her from the mattress. “So” the young woman said from her position. “You two like to watch?” After returning her to her prison Sara released the second. She too took her position in stride. “I take it you like blond meat” the second woman stated, stretching her body in a quite erotic way. She too returned to her plainly painted white and red ball, her now conscious mind to be adjusted to obey Sara’s smallest whim.

At last the tenth ball had been inspected. Its contents laid out for both women to examine, then returned for its ‘re-education.’ “I still like Patricia best” Sara admitted. “Next to you she’s the most desirable of them all. Intelligent, attractive and well educated.”

“I know” Penny agreed. “I’ve had her out a lot while you were in hospital” the brunette admitted. “She’s explained a lot about what it’s like while inside a ball. Apparently there is a range, because she couldn’t see you or through you the whole time. She could feel that your were alive, but very sick. To pass the time she’s been learning how to be a stripper.”

“A stripper?” Sara asked in surprise. “Why?”

“For you she said” Penny answered. “She is very good now, and very attractive with some extra weight on her. She told me she wants nothing to do with Pokemon ever again and the idea of Waterman reaching out for her from the darkness makes her shake. Even though she knows he’s dead now she still gets nightmares.”

“Nightmares” Sara asked, abruptly very interested. “She’s been sleeping with you hum? Well, I may just have to spank you for that.”

Penny giggled. “You can spank me anytime you want my love but no. She sleeps in the Pokeball. Time may not move, or moves very slowly inside them but she tells me that she does sleep.”

“I see. Put these with the rest of your collection. Tomorrow night I want to talk to Patricia. Sleep? That isn’t supposed to be possible. Theoretically.”

“Okay” Penny agreed, carefully gathering the ten two-tone spheres. “Bed now?”

“Sleep now Penny. I’m really very, very tired.” Sara stood, swaying a bit before she made her way upstairs, Penny followed one step behind her in case she fell. The truth was Sara’s health was still rather fragile and at the moment it was all she could do to make the full set of stairs up to their bedroom. Dealing with ten more of her wifes captures was just more than she could handle at the moment.

‘Am I going to have to keep my wife in her own Pokeball for the rest of her life just to stop this?’ Sara asked herself as she fell asleep later.