Thread: Dream Eater ~ Johto Adventures [Lady Grimoire x Viktoff Samson]

If Samantha could read minds, the thoughts going through the head of the man to her back would have, without a doubt, made her livid. At least, a short time before his words did the same she might have even had a warning. Regardless, the whistle reminded her she wasn't alone and her head turned slightly, accompanied by a groan of pain. Mmm-rrrrrr! An awkward growl escaped her clenched jaw, as she bristled from the touch and realization the scientist was responsible. 'Back where? What!?' The young trainer tried to turn her head more as confusion grew. Was she being robbed!? Kidnapped!? That she might be stuck like this made her leg sharply move a few inches back, digging into the dirt as she tried to instinctively kick her assailant. On one hand she quickly learned her mistake as pain shot right up her leg from the forced movement and left her stifling a cry of pain. The bump broke the silence and she did cry out at the horrible feeling. If the man could only see her face, he'd see the growing anger in a pained, dagger-filled glare. Unnngh!? she cried when he stated his intent. 'He's going to--what!?' The real terror of it all only set in when the blonde felt the hands slip inside her clothing. Her eyes squeezed shut, the opened, again, as though trying to wake up from a bad dream. Her stomach knotted up, and she let out a cry from the combination of trying to shake the hands away from her body, trying to clench her thighs to keep hold of her pants, d trying to crawl forward. The moment his hands touched her bare cheeks she shuddered from both the cool air, and disgust. He wasn't really going to do this, was he!? He wasn't actually going to do anything to her there!? Difficult to object, sure, but not impossible. Another struggled growl came to his words. A simple sports bra was under her top, and with no clasp to speak of the white garment was easily pulled up as the matching panties were pulled down. Nnnnngh!! she cried out her objection right before those hands sent her into a fit of pained whimpers, twitches and convulsions. Her body wanted to double over and curl up at the same time it wouldn't let her, and paralysis coupled with having such a sensitive place touched for the moment robbed her mind of conscious thought. Samantha's head yanked an inch or two to the side st the feel of the tongue, accompanied by more pained whimpers. When he leaned over, her back arched slightly, trying to minimize the contact. Blue eyes reappeared as she struggled to open them some at the noise. Catching sight of what was open inside made them open more. What are those!? What's that for!? He's not going to put those--!? Whether it was the sight, the feeling of what was brushing against her from behind, or something else her cheeks had flushed red. Likely a combination of anger and the humiliation... But she didn't have long to think. Samantha's hands being taken and pulled out from under her forced her eyes wide and she let out the loudest cry of pain and discomfort yet, a garbled scream from in her throat at the sensations shooting up both her arms at once. What resistance she offered was little more than a token effort reflexive tugs to regain the use of her arms. Then, they were trapped behind her back, and she was settled flat on her stomach, body giving the appearance that she was spasming from sharp pains to her midsection as she jutted from aide to side over the actual struggling she was doing. The gag was actually the hardest of all to take care of, her jaw sealed shut from her tensed and seized body, and her wanting to keep it that way. But there was nothing she could do once the fingers got passed her teeth and pried her mouth open like some kind of hunting trap beyond yell out her anger right before that trap snapped shut around the red and white ball. For a brief moment Samantha wanted nothing more than to yell I'm not some experiment for you to test theories on! But all she could muster was a little whimper, and blinking back the water that had swelled up in her eyes. A little trickle running down from the far corner of each blue orb as she took in sharp, huffing breaths as someone would while absolutely livid. A ... somewhat pleasant sensation on her rear made her force her head to turn, landing on the pillow on her left ear, then struggling to lift up so she could peer over her shoulder. Oppppfffffiiiit!! she yelled into the gag, her best pronunciation of the words Stop it, each brush of that finger that came close to penetrating making her clench sharply. And each spank drawing a grunt as her fingers stretched out in some pathetic attempt to stop it herself.