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Just another Tuesday…

A heavy, pronounced sigh escaped a pair of plump, pouting pink lips; they adorned a rather forlorn visage, complete with heavy eyelids and languid eyebrows. Glazed-over pupils gazed at the off-white ceiling above, lost in its uneven, indeterminate terrain. Light brown bangs dangled around sullen cheeks, some strands meshing underneath the nape of the girl’s neck and on top of a velvety pillow. Delicate hands remained motionless at her sides, a pair of bare legs sprawled out on top of a relatively firm mattress, canvassed by a silky, kempt, blue comforter - the image of the well-known pocket monster Pikachu dotted the soft bed’s landscape, the warm smiles clashing with her apathetic countenance. A single thought echoed in her mind:

You need to be active today, Daphne. It’s Spring Break.

A glance outside of the open window above her revealed the warm, pleasant images of spring: green grass, blooming flowers, lush trees peppered the sunlit campus as students and faculty flooded the area with activity. Her lethargic stare returned to the ceiling, and the dim, blue lighting of her dorm. Another sigh disperses into the air, the brunette ready and willing to lie back into the embrace of inactivity, when suddenly…

Boo-doop!

Light erupted from Daphne’s phone, a small vibration accompanying the familiar tone. Springing to action, the brunette snatched up the phone, and read the message displayed over her resplendent, azure, Articuno-based background.

A new lure is available?

Perplexed, she unlocked the device and opened her favorite app, eager to discover its new feature. A cerulean parallelogram rotated on her screen, it’s interior a darker shade of ocean blue, while three small prongs protruded from its slanted right side. The object was surrounded by a brilliant yellow glow and subtle sparkles; a small paragraph hovered underneath detailing the designer’s intent. It read, simply,

“If you have received this message, Congratulations! We here, at Niantic have been hard at work trying to improve the Pokemon Go app, and we believe we have! This is a new lure, specially designed to enhance your experience! We have chosen a select few of you to test its effectiveness, and you are a winner!”

To activate, simply head to the nearest Pokestop, and interact with it the same way as a normal lure?

No further instruction followed from the mysterious note. A moment of hesitance followed, silence pervading the soundscape of the room. Another glimpse outside at the affable active atmosphere made her decision for her. But if she was venturing outside for this game, she was going in style.

Tearing off her white blouse, Daphne rummaged through the dresser at the foot of her bed, picking out her favorite outfit – a royal blue, form-fitting mini-dress practically flung itself over her slightly curvaceous form, breasts snug against the smooth material. Two spaghetti straps ran over each shoulder, while a single, deep blue, oscillating arc wrapped itself around the dress and her frame, curving up directly under her bosom before bending down around her rounded hips. Tight, black leggings came next, perfectly adhering to her comely limbs, cutting off right at her ankles. A pair of matching blue sneakers latched themselves to her dainty feet, their lily-white soles still kept pure, away from dirt or overuse.

Once the outfit was complete, she took a single peek at the mirror across the room before her hair beckoned for improvement. Shaking her head slightly to loosen up the tangled tresses, the brunette picked up a large, red-and-white hairbrush from the desk at her bedside. The brush’s two-toned head had been divided in half by a single black line, a white, elevated dot completing the instantly recognizable image of a Pokeball. Dozens of firm bristles parted the strands on her head, organizing and straightening them as best they could. Satisfied with her work, Daphne whipped out a jet black, elastic hair tie, pulling her hair up into a pronounced ponytail, while still leaving a thick pair of bangs to frame her now excited complexion. A single, pointed, amalgamation of hair drooped down over her forehead, something she would normally reposition and fix. Instead, it pulled together the look of the quintessential Pokemon trainer, as she affixed another matching accessory, an ivory and azure baseball cap, to her head. Picking up the small backpack at her bedside, similarly resplendent in Pokemon paraphernalia, she once again looked at her reflection, and with one final nod of approval, she burst out of the door and into the sights and sounds of a beautiful day.

Whipping out her trusty companion, the android phone-turned Pokedex, she opened up the app and began navigating her way to the nearest Pokestop, just a couple of blocks away. The anticipation mounted, welling up inside of her as she wondered desperately what kind of lure this might be, and what effect it could have.

What if it lures second generation Pokemon? Does it call forth legendary Pokemon?

An audible gasp escaped her lips.

Could it be a summons for a special new Pokemon?

Totally focused on the task at hand, endless thoughts and possibilities permeated her consciousness, eyes lighting up with delight as she neared her desired destination. Oddly enough, the locale itself was nothing spectacular – a single, metallic pole had been erected in a rather mundane alcove behind the school’s library, a strap of leather dangling from a diminutive, two-link chain attached to the pole’s head. Normally, the Pokestop locations were placed around more well-known, or at least more distinctive landmarks, and this seemed far too unremarkable. The brunette glanced back down at her phone’s backlit screen once more to double-check, nervousness mounting. But a solitary golden Pokeball icon hovered and rotated in the space just in front of her digital avatar, almost begging her to interact and enable the lure. Steeling herself with another distinctive sigh, she pressed the icon on the screen, her phone vibrating in response. A picture of the pole before her appeared on her screen, effectively confirming that this was the desired Pokestop – a golden aura flooded the rest of the screen, while the small blue lure icon resurfaced near the top of the display. She tapped the screen once more with her index finger, directly on top of the lure icon; another small message appeared, stating simply,

Thank you? Processing…?

The ellipses flashed in a steady rhythm as silence subsequently suffused her senses, the brunette apprehensively awaiting the effects of the lure on her screen. Her attention was so concentrated on the message that she failed to notice the large stone tile sliding out of place directly behind the pole. A pair of cable-like tendrils slithered forth from the opening, gliding their way to the defenseless girl’s ankles, circling their prey. As they began snaking up her calves, Daphne glanced downward and shrieked momentarily in surprise – almost in response, the cords constricted, pulling her legs out from under her and sending her crashing to the pavement. Her phone clattered to the concrete as well, as the struggling victim was dragged towards the now ominous rod.

Realizing she was powerless to resist on her back, the brunette turned onto her stomach and began scratching the ground, desperately trying to find some sort of edge or protrusion to grab ahold of. Her efforts were unsuccessful as another pair of lariats snapped out of the hole and wrapped themselves around her wrists, yanking her arms behind her back and lifting her upper body off the ground, pulling her firmly against pole in a kneeling position. Dozens of additional cords erupted from the opening, latching themselves to her elbows, connecting them in an unyielding embrace, while more twine began enveloping her thighs in a constricting frog-tie, and ensnaring her chest, looping over top of her breasts and around her waist.

As the shock of the encounter began to dissipate, Daphne took a moment to survey her surroundings, eyes darting over the ropes as they constricted around her petite frame. Teeth gritting in discomfort, the brunette strained unsuccessfully against her bonds, as further tugs drew her attention down below. A solitary rope ran between her legs and pulled taut against her nether region, pinpointing a perfect amount of pressure on her sensitive groin. A moan escaped her lips, eyes closing in response to the restrictive, yet cradling sensations coursing through her body. As she sunk into her burgeoning bonds, a smooth material crept up her arms; a black, leather armbinder gradually moved up her appendages, traveling past her wrists and forearms before engulfing her triceps in comfortable compression. A pair of buckled straps fastened themselves tightly over her shoulders, a single sentient string dragging the apparatus’ zipper upwards towards her shoulder blades, further welding her arms together and effectively sealing them away.

As she tested her newfound restraints, the leather strap that had once dangled limply from the pole found its home around her neck; the collar encircled her throat and gingerly fulfilled its function, fastening her further to the post. But it was not the contact of leather that caught her attention – the ethereal touch of tender fingertips glided along the base of her rounded chin, passing over her cheeks, blossoming red at the thought of someone finding her in this compromising position. Daphne attempted to gaze up at the person she assumed was her captor, but the collar held firm, limiting both her head’s movement and her field of vision. Almost in response to her curiosity, the crotch rope below dug deeper into her, eliciting a frustrated grunt of arousal, as her eyelids fluttered shut once more.

The advance distracted her from the presence of a new accessory - a thick, leather blindfold wrapped itself around her eyes, concealing her beauteous brown irises behind a veil of darkness. The brunette whimpered into the otherwise silent atmosphere as the metaphorical curtain was fastened in place, the reality of her restraint finally setting in. Every fiber of her being told her that she needed to scream for help, but those desperate cries found themselves caught in her throat, lost behind a sea of grunts and groans. One particularly pronounced moan erupted from her luscious lips as she gasped for air – in an instant, her mouth and face had been consumed by a web of leather straps, passing under her jaw, above the bridge of her button nose, and meeting behind the crown of her head. Daphne mmmphed emphatically into the panel that now completely covered her mouth, a perfectly positioned circular opening holding her lips and teeth apart with a small tubular shaft. In a matter of moments, the latest piece of equipment had been buckled in place; the brunette shook her head lightly back and forth, trying to dislodge the contraption, but her futile efforts only served to rattle the rounded, rubber plug coupled to the panel by a miniature chain. Noticing the plug’s improper placement, the captor’s hands lightly tilted the girl’s head upwards, as the rubber stopper, cleverly designed as the illustrious Master Ball, was reinserted into the gaping hole and twisted clockwise; three distinctive clicks sounded as the plug’s locking mechanism snapped into place, effectively sealing the gag for the time being.

Daphne’s head slunk back down as the captor’s hands trailed downward, hovering over the brunette’s steadily heaving bosom. Her breath quickened behind the gag as she felt the bust of her treasured top pulled down below the base of her breasts, exposing her nipples to the warm air. Gripping both mounds in each hand, the mysterious captor rhythmically kneaded her prisoner’s chest evoking another series of muffled moans. Waves of abashed gratification washed over the captive’s bound frame, as her subjugator’s fingers began to focus their efforts on her sensitive buds, pinching, rolling, and flicking the glands at random intervals. Once her bosom had been properly tenderized, a pair of specially designed nipple clamps, crafted in the iconic shape of the Pokemon known as Pinsir, adorned each bud, hanging below each of the fleshy peaks as twin pincers squeezed their susceptible bases. The pressure was immense, shocking Daphne’s sensual system as subsequent mmmphs accompanied each application. While cables continued to wind themselves around her constrained frame, the brunette wiggled her ample chest as best she could, yet the added motion only increased the sensations coursing through her body.

But the captor was not done adding to her prey’s torment – one last piece remained. Daphne sighed in relief momentarily as the pressure on the crotch-rope lessened significantly; the long cable that had once extended from the opening had been severed, yet still hung between the brunette’s spread legs. Unbeknownst to the cute captive, a sly grin glossed over her captor’s visage, as one of the hands traveled south towards her vulnerable vagina, carrying a compact cargo. Lifting up her billowy skirt, and reaching into her skin-tight leggings, a pair of fingers inserted a bullet vibrator past her now soaking folds, ensuring its placement with an extra press upwards. Daphne squealed and squirmed momentarily at the sudden penetration, her mind reeling from the warmth emanating out of her groin. The invasive hand retreated, tracing a long wire outward to a purple, rectangular remote control; pressing the small, green “On” switch, the device came to life, a subtle hummm mixing in with her frequent grunts. Unsatisfied with the lack of intensity, the captor moved the slider upwards to a relatively high setting, listening with delight as the humming transitioned into a more pronounced buzzing.

The brunette came to life once again, straining against her bonds, roiling in unexpected pleasure, the pitch of her groans reaching a new octave along with the sounds of the toy powering away inside of her. After slipping the remote control underneath a quartet of ropes that passed over her throbbing bosom, the captor took the remaining length of the crotch rope and tugged it taut before securing it around the wrists of the armbinder. The added stimulation elicited another round of muffled cries, as now, even the subtlest of her movements heightened the level of satisfaction crashing over her body. Following a faint feminine chuckle, the accents of heeled footfalls dispersed into the darkness, as Daphne spasmed in stygian solitude, uncompromisingly trapped and unceasingly aroused.

Some Time Later

A cavalcade of pink petals cascaded out of the sky, seemingly appearing from the ether; they accentuated an already abnormal display. A crowd of nearly 100 students surrounded a small alcove behind the campus library, all of them gazing downwards at their bright, well-lit phones, utilizing the now ubiquitous app Pokemon Go. Their screens teemed with all sorts of comparatively rare Pokemon: Tangelae, Tentacruels, Bulbasaurs, Weepinbells, and Ekanses dotted the digital landscape, all drawn to this corner of the globe by a single brilliant focal point.

The golden Pokeball-shaped symbol, representative of the unusual Golden Lure, hovered over a specific part of the alcove, the current resting place of a familiar bound brunette, still captive, convulsing, and trussed to the erect pole in the farthest corner. Though they were barely evident behind the mass of leather that canvassed her facial features, the girl’s cheeks remained bright red, her mind flush with a cocktail of embarrassment, distress, frustration, and sexual fulfillment. As the sensations continued to consume her, she gradually pieced together how the lure functioned: as long as she was tethered to that steel rod, those species of pokemon would remain in the area. The throng of would-be trainers had no reason to help her escape, as long as it was more beneficial to their own personal experience. She wailed softly into her gag, drool beginning to pour out from under the panel; the saliva spackled and pooled on top of her breasts, as a pair of onlookers weighed in on her situation momentarily.

“Can you believe she’s been like that for 6 hours?”

“I know, right! That’s pretty intense… But hey look, I caught a Venusaur!”

The rest of the voices slowly melded together, lost in a general malaise as Daphne fell in and out of consciousness. But a recognizable tone pierced through the lively soundscape, one that filled the brunette with a familiar sense of dread.

Boo-doop!

One particular girl, sitting against the wall near the very edge of the bustling forum, received a push notification on her phone. Whipping out her cellular device momentarily, a succinct message awaited her inquisitive eyes.

A new lure is available?

Description
Just another Tuesday…

A heavy, pronounced sigh escaped a pair of plump, pouting pink lips; they adorned a rather forlorn visage, complete with heavy eyelids and languid eyebrows. Glazed-over pupils gazed at the off-white ceiling above, lost in its uneven, indeterminate terrain. Light brown bangs dangled around sullen cheeks, some strands meshing underneath the nape of the girl’s neck and on top of a velvety pillow. Delicate hands remained motionless at her sides, a pair of bare legs sprawled out on top of a relatively firm mattress, canvassed by a silky, kempt, blue comforter - the image of the well-known pocket monster Pikachu dotted the soft bed’s landscape, the warm smiles clashing with her apathetic countenance. A single thought echoed in her mind:

You need to be active today, Daphne. It’s Spring Break.

A glance outside of the open window above her revealed the warm, pleasant images of spring: green grass, blooming flowers, lush trees peppered the sunlit campus as students and faculty flooded the area with activity. Her lethargic stare returned to the ceiling, and the dim, blue lighting of her dorm. Another sigh disperses into the air, the brunette ready and willing to lie back into the embrace of inactivity, when suddenly…

Boo-doop!

Light erupted from Daphne’s phone, a small vibration accompanying the familiar tone. Springing to action, the brunette snatched up the phone, and read the message displayed over her resplendent, azure, Articuno-based background.

A new lure is available?

Perplexed, she unlocked the device and opened her favorite app, eager to discover its new feature. A cerulean parallelogram rotated on her screen, it’s interior a darker shade of ocean blue, while three small prongs protruded from its slanted right side. The object was surrounded by a brilliant yellow glow and subtle sparkles; a small paragraph hovered underneath detailing the designer’s intent. It read, simply,

“If you have received this message, Congratulations! We here, at Niantic have been hard at work trying to improve the Pokemon Go app, and we believe we have! This is a new lure, specially designed to enhance your experience! We have chosen a select few of you to test its effectiveness, and you are a winner!”

To activate, simply head to the nearest Pokestop, and interact with it the same way as a normal lure?

No further instruction followed from the mysterious note. A moment of hesitance followed, silence pervading the soundscape of the room. Another glimpse outside at the affable active atmosphere made her decision for her. But if she was venturing outside for this game, she was going in style.

Tearing off her white blouse, Daphne rummaged through the dresser at the foot of her bed, picking out her favorite outfit – a royal blue, form-fitting mini-dress practically flung itself over her slightly curvaceous form, breasts snug against the smooth material. Two spaghetti straps ran over each shoulder, while a single, deep blue, oscillating arc wrapped itself around the dress and her frame, curving up directly under her bosom before bending down around her rounded hips. Tight, black leggings came next, perfectly adhering to her comely limbs, cutting off right at her ankles. A pair of matching blue sneakers latched themselves to her dainty feet, their lily-white soles still kept pure, away from dirt or overuse.

Once the outfit was complete, she took a single peek at the mirror across the room before her hair beckoned for improvement. Shaking her head slightly to loosen up the tangled tresses, the brunette picked up a large, red-and-white hairbrush from the desk at her bedside. The brush’s two-toned head had been divided in half by a single black line, a white, elevated dot completing the instantly recognizable image of a Pokeball. Dozens of firm bristles parted the strands on her head, organizing and straightening them as best they could. Satisfied with her work, Daphne whipped out a jet black, elastic hair tie, pulling her hair up into a pronounced ponytail, while still leaving a thick pair of bangs to frame her now excited complexion. A single, pointed, amalgamation of hair drooped down over her forehead, something she would normally reposition and fix. Instead, it pulled together the look of the quintessential Pokemon trainer, as she affixed another matching accessory, an ivory and azure baseball cap, to her head. Picking up the small backpack at her bedside, similarly resplendent in Pokemon paraphernalia, she once again looked at her reflection, and with one final nod of approval, she burst out of the door and into the sights and sounds of a beautiful day.

Whipping out her trusty companion, the android phone-turned Pokedex, she opened up the app and began navigating her way to the nearest Pokestop, just a couple of blocks away. The anticipation mounted, welling up inside of her as she wondered desperately what kind of lure this might be, and what effect it could have.

What if it lures second generation Pokemon? Does it call forth legendary Pokemon?

An audible gasp escaped her lips.

Could it be a summons for a special new Pokemon?

Totally focused on the task at hand, endless thoughts and possibilities permeated her consciousness, eyes lighting up with delight as she neared her desired destination. Oddly enough, the locale itself was nothing spectacular – a single, metallic pole had been erected in a rather mundane alcove behind the school’s library, a strap of leather dangling from a diminutive, two-link chain attached to the pole’s head. Normally, the Pokestop locations were placed around more well-known, or at least more distinctive landmarks, and this seemed far too unremarkable. The brunette glanced back down at her phone’s backlit screen once more to double-check, nervousness mounting. But a solitary golden Pokeball icon hovered and rotated in the space just in front of her digital avatar, almost begging her to interact and enable the lure. Steeling herself with another distinctive sigh, she pressed the icon on the screen, her phone vibrating in response. A picture of the pole before her appeared on her screen, effectively confirming that this was the desired Pokestop – a golden aura flooded the rest of the screen, while the small blue lure icon resurfaced near the top of the display. She tapped the screen once more with her index finger, directly on top of the lure icon; another small message appeared, stating simply,

Thank you? Processing…?

The ellipses flashed in a steady rhythm as silence subsequently suffused her senses, the brunette apprehensively awaiting the effects of the lure on her screen. Her attention was so concentrated on the message that she failed to notice the large stone tile sliding out of place directly behind the pole. A pair of cable-like tendrils slithered forth from the opening, gliding their way to the defenseless girl’s ankles, circling their prey. As they began snaking up her calves, Daphne glanced downward and shrieked momentarily in surprise – almost in response, the cords constricted, pulling her legs out from under her and sending her crashing to the pavement. Her phone clattered to the concrete as well, as the struggling victim was dragged towards the now ominous rod.

Realizing she was powerless to resist on her back, the brunette turned onto her stomach and began scratching the ground, desperately trying to find some sort of edge or protrusion to grab ahold of. Her efforts were unsuccessful as another pair of lariats snapped out of the hole and wrapped themselves around her wrists, yanking her arms behind her back and lifting her upper body off the ground, pulling her firmly against pole in a kneeling position. Dozens of additional cords erupted from the opening, latching themselves to her elbows, connecting them in an unyielding embrace, while more twine began enveloping her thighs in a constricting frog-tie, and ensnaring her chest, looping over top of her breasts and around her waist.

As the shock of the encounter began to dissipate, Daphne took a moment to survey her surroundings, eyes darting over the ropes as they constricted around her petite frame. Teeth gritting in discomfort, the brunette strained unsuccessfully against her bonds, as further tugs drew her attention down below. A solitary rope ran between her legs and pulled taut against her nether region, pinpointing a perfect amount of pressure on her sensitive groin. A moan escaped her lips, eyes closing in response to the restrictive, yet cradling sensations coursing through her body. As she sunk into her burgeoning bonds, a smooth material crept up her arms; a black, leather armbinder gradually moved up her appendages, traveling past her wrists and forearms before engulfing her triceps in comfortable compression. A pair of buckled straps fastened themselves tightly over her shoulders, a single sentient string dragging the apparatus’ zipper upwards towards her shoulder blades, further welding her arms together and effectively sealing them away.

As she tested her newfound restraints, the leather strap that had once dangled limply from the pole found its home around her neck; the collar encircled her throat and gingerly fulfilled its function, fastening her further to the post. But it was not the contact of leather that caught her attention – the ethereal touch of tender fingertips glided along the base of her rounded chin, passing over her cheeks, blossoming red at the thought of someone finding her in this compromising position. Daphne attempted to gaze up at the person she assumed was her captor, but the collar held firm, limiting both her head’s movement and her field of vision. Almost in response to her curiosity, the crotch rope below dug deeper into her, eliciting a frustrated grunt of arousal, as her eyelids fluttered shut once more.

The advance distracted her from the presence of a new accessory - a thick, leather blindfold wrapped itself around her eyes, concealing her beauteous brown irises behind a veil of darkness. The brunette whimpered into the otherwise silent atmosphere as the metaphorical curtain was fastened in place, the reality of her restraint finally setting in. Every fiber of her being told her that she needed to scream for help, but those desperate cries found themselves caught in her throat, lost behind a sea of grunts and groans. One particularly pronounced moan erupted from her luscious lips as she gasped for air – in an instant, her mouth and face had been consumed by a web of leather straps, passing under her jaw, above the bridge of her button nose, and meeting behind the crown of her head. Daphne mmmphed emphatically into the panel that now completely covered her mouth, a perfectly positioned circular opening holding her lips and teeth apart with a small tubular shaft. In a matter of moments, the latest piece of equipment had been buckled in place; the brunette shook her head lightly back and forth, trying to dislodge the contraption, but her futile efforts only served to rattle the rounded, rubber plug coupled to the panel by a miniature chain. Noticing the plug’s improper placement, the captor’s hands lightly tilted the girl’s head upwards, as the rubber stopper, cleverly designed as the illustrious Master Ball, was reinserted into the gaping hole and twisted clockwise; three distinctive clicks sounded as the plug’s locking mechanism snapped into place, effectively sealing the gag for the time being.

Daphne’s head slunk back down as the captor’s hands trailed downward, hovering over the brunette’s steadily heaving bosom. Her breath quickened behind the gag as she felt the bust of her treasured top pulled down below the base of her breasts, exposing her nipples to the warm air. Gripping both mounds in each hand, the mysterious captor rhythmically kneaded her prisoner’s chest evoking another series of muffled moans. Waves of abashed gratification washed over the captive’s bound frame, as her subjugator’s fingers began to focus their efforts on her sensitive buds, pinching, rolling, and flicking the glands at random intervals. Once her bosom had been properly tenderized, a pair of specially designed nipple clamps, crafted in the iconic shape of the Pokemon known as Pinsir, adorned each bud, hanging below each of the fleshy peaks as twin pincers squeezed their susceptible bases. The pressure was immense, shocking Daphne’s sensual system as subsequent mmmphs accompanied each application. While cables continued to wind themselves around her constrained frame, the brunette wiggled her ample chest as best she could, yet the added motion only increased the sensations coursing through her body.

But the captor was not done adding to her prey’s torment – one last piece remained. Daphne sighed in relief momentarily as the pressure on the crotch-rope lessened significantly; the long cable that had once extended from the opening had been severed, yet still hung between the brunette’s spread legs. Unbeknownst to the cute captive, a sly grin glossed over her captor’s visage, as one of the hands traveled south towards her vulnerable vagina, carrying a compact cargo. Lifting up her billowy skirt, and reaching into her skin-tight leggings, a pair of fingers inserted a bullet vibrator past her now soaking folds, ensuring its placement with an extra press upwards. Daphne squealed and squirmed momentarily at the sudden penetration, her mind reeling from the warmth emanating out of her groin. The invasive hand retreated, tracing a long wire outward to a purple, rectangular remote control; pressing the small, green “On” switch, the device came to life, a subtle hummm mixing in with her frequent grunts. Unsatisfied with the lack of intensity, the captor moved the slider upwards to a relatively high setting, listening with delight as the humming transitioned into a more pronounced buzzing.

The brunette came to life once again, straining against her bonds, roiling in unexpected pleasure, the pitch of her groans reaching a new octave along with the sounds of the toy powering away inside of her. After slipping the remote control underneath a quartet of ropes that passed over her throbbing bosom, the captor took the remaining length of the crotch rope and tugged it taut before securing it around the wrists of the armbinder. The added stimulation elicited another round of muffled cries, as now, even the subtlest of her movements heightened the level of satisfaction crashing over her body. Following a faint feminine chuckle, the accents of heeled footfalls dispersed into the darkness, as Daphne spasmed in stygian solitude, uncompromisingly trapped and unceasingly aroused.

Some Time Later

A cavalcade of pink petals cascaded out of the sky, seemingly appearing from the ether; they accentuated an already abnormal display. A crowd of nearly 100 students surrounded a small alcove behind the campus library, all of them gazing downwards at their bright, well-lit phones, utilizing the now ubiquitous app Pokemon Go. Their screens teemed with all sorts of comparatively rare Pokemon: Tangelae, Tentacruels, Bulbasaurs, Weepinbells, and Ekanses dotted the digital landscape, all drawn to this corner of the globe by a single brilliant focal point.

The golden Pokeball-shaped symbol, representative of the unusual Golden Lure, hovered over a specific part of the alcove, the current resting place of a familiar bound brunette, still captive, convulsing, and trussed to the erect pole in the farthest corner. Though they were barely evident behind the mass of leather that canvassed her facial features, the girl’s cheeks remained bright red, her mind flush with a cocktail of embarrassment, distress, frustration, and sexual fulfillment. As the sensations continued to consume her, she gradually pieced together how the lure functioned: as long as she was tethered to that steel rod, those species of pokemon would remain in the area. The throng of would-be trainers had no reason to help her escape, as long as it was more beneficial to their own personal experience. She wailed softly into her gag, drool beginning to pour out from under the panel; the saliva spackled and pooled on top of her breasts, as a pair of onlookers weighed in on her situation momentarily.

“Can you believe she’s been like that for 6 hours?”

“I know, right! That’s pretty intense… But hey look, I caught a Venusaur!”

The rest of the voices slowly melded together, lost in a general malaise as Daphne fell in and out of consciousness. But a recognizable tone pierced through the lively soundscape, one that filled the brunette with a familiar sense of dread.

Boo-doop!

One particular girl, sitting against the wall near the very edge of the bustling forum, received a push notification on her phone. Whipping out her cellular device momentarily, a succinct message awaited her inquisitive eyes.

A new lure is available?