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[Pokémon, torture, decapitation, non-con]

“Ha! There we go! Good job, Meganium, return.” Lyra glared at the beaten Team Rocket grunt. “And you will give back the Pokémon you stole right now.”

“Alright, alright.” He raised his arms in surrender “Here you are. ...Though there's one thing you didn't count on.”

The grunt grinned, and even though Lyra heard someone move behind her, she couldn't turn around in time and only saw a dark blur before something hit her against the head and everything went black

…

Lyra awoke lying on the cold hard ground, with her head throbbing. Carefully inspecting the side of her head, her fingers found a massive bruise, and when she tried to get up, the world seemed to sway for several seconds and she had to steady herself against a wall until her balance returned and she could take a proper look around the room.

It was a pretty nondescript windowless concrete room, lit only by a single weak lightbulb, and from the dust on the floor and the cobwebs in the corners, it was clear it hadn't been in use for quite a while. Of course the door was locked, and it didn't look like there were anyo other exits, not even a ventilation shaft she could have sent her Pikachu through-

Wait, her Pokémon! Looking around the room once more, it quickly became apparent that her bag and all of her Pokéballs were gone. No, no, no. This had to have been Team Rocket then. That grunt she'd beaten had had a friend waiting in ambush, and they'd just knocked her out instead of battling. Cowards.

Though in a way Team Rocket's tenacity was admirable, if nothing else. Their decline had started some seven years ago, when an aspiring Trainer who would go on to become the Champion had interfered with their operations in Kanto and eventually forced the boss Giovanni into hiding.

Then three years later Lyra herself had had repeated altercations with the Team's remains in Jotho and stopped them from trying to return their boss. Even after stepping down as the Champion, Lyra had kept crossing paths with the criminal organization – and soundly defeated them every single time –, and just a bit ago had agreed to help out the police in systematically routing their operations all across Kanto and Jotho.

That had been the plan at least. Hopefully Officer Jenny would investigate soon and find her, Lyra was already late to report in. But until then, there was little she could do here, so she just started pacing back and forth, waiting for something to happen.

…

Some indeterminate time later, Lyra had no way of telling, but it had to have been a hour at least, the lock of the door clicked open and she spun around to find a trio of Team Rocket grunts entering the room. They weren't wearing the standard uniform, instead two were wearing almost painfully average shirts and pants, while the one in front was wearing a tank top, ripped shorts and little else – as well as a baseball bat lazily resting over her shoulder.

“You're awake. Come with us, girlie, and don't try to cause any trouble, or you're in for world of hurt.”

“What are you doing? Where are my Pokémon?!”

“Oh, those? Don't worry, they're unharmed. The admins want to see if the former Champion's Pokémon will be of any use to us, but if they're uncooperative, they're probably just gonna dump them somewhere far away. Now quit stalling and move!”

At least her team would be okay. Lyra knew they'd be able to fend for themselves if they had to, and they'd always find their way back to her, so she just had to make it out of here, wherever 'here' was. But it didn't look like she had any chance right now, she'd just have to wait for the perfect opportunity, so Lyra hesitantly followed the grunts as they led her along a narrow corridor.

They exited into a larger room that looked like an abandoned warehouse, if the boxes and empty shelves strewn around were any indication, and the air smelled musty and stale. Also it was just as dirty as the room she had been in before, everything covered in a thick layer of dust and cobwebs, the windows so grimy they let barely any light in, which the pitiful lighting failed to compensate for, and something, probably sand or small glass shards scrunched under Lyra's shoes.

The grunts directed her into the middle of the room where there had been cleared a few meters of space, with a plain chair standing in front of a video camera on a tripod. “What do you want from me?” Lyra finally asked as the grunts stopped.

“You little pest have been interfering with Team Rocket's operations for years.” The apparent leader of the three explained “So the bosses decided it's finally time we teach you a lesson, set an example, even. ...It's no use running or screaming.” She added, noticing Lyra scanning the area for a way out. “The doors are all locked, and no one's gonna hear you here. You're all alone with us, girlie.”

“Don't call me that!” Lyra shot back, even if her confidence was slowly starting to waver.

Instead of an answer, the grunt swung her baseball bat towards Lyra's head, missing her face by a few centimeters, close enough she could feel the draft of air as it passed her, and Lyra stumbled back – into the arms of another grunt, who grabbed her shoulders, easily holding her in place.

“Know you place, kid.” The woman with the bat sneered. “You're playing with grown-ups now. And it just so happens some of these gronw-ups are sore losers. Not my problem, I only do as I'm told.” She pushed the bat under Lyra's chin to force her to look into her face. “And so will you, if you know what's good for you.”

The grunt holding her let go, and the woman roughly pushed Lyra in front of the camera, and she barely managed to not trip and fall onto her knees. “See this? Full HD recordings, 60 fps, and we've got hours of memory left.” The woman stepped behind the camera and tapped some buttons. “And know what this means? It means a whole lot of people will be able to see every little thing that happens to you now. Who knows, we might even be lifestreaming it right now.”

“W-why are you doing this?” Lyra's voice was starting to get shaky, she had no idea how she'd get out of here. One adult she maybe could get away from, but three, without her Pokémon there was no way...

“As I said. We're gonna make an example out of you, so people are gonna think twice if they want to mess with Team Rocket. Now strip.”

“What?”

“Was I unclear?” The grunt stepped closer to Lyra, brandishing her baseball bat. “Take off your clothes. All of them.”

“N-no, I-” The grunt cut Lyra off by swinging her bat and hitting her upper arm, and even though she could tell this hadn't even nearly been full strength, the impact sent a dull, throbbing pain up her shoulder and she winced, reflexively reaching for the spot with her other hand.

“I'm not fucking joking. The next one will be your pretty face, and you wouldn't want that ruined now, would you? So get naked, now.”

Drawing in a shaky breath and trying to put aside the pain, Lyra slowly obeyed. Maybe if she did everything the grunt asked of her, they'd let her go in the end, this alone was already humiliating enough she'd never again get even anywhere close to Team Rocket.

Stepping out of her shoes and stockings, Lyra could feel that the ground was covered in a layer of coarse dust and sand, but thankfully no sharp glass. Only now fully noticing her hat had been missing the entire time since she woke up, she took off her overalls and shirt, leaving only her underwear, which she tried to cover up with her hands, a furious blush spreading over her face.

“What are you waiting for? I said take it all off.”

“No, p-please. I swear...” Slap! The grunt's hand hitting Lyra's face sent her head reeling backwards, tears welling up in her eyes as she felt the imprint burning on her cheek.

“Was there an 'If you feel like it, your highness' somewhere in there? Because I gave you an order!” The woman readied her bat once again and Lyra quickly raised her hands in defense.

“O-okay...” It took all of her willpower to not break down, but she had to make it through this. Team Rocket was just a bunch of thieves and thugs, all they wanted was to scare and humiliate her, but Lyra was going to endure this, she had to.

Opening her bra, she revealed her firm but still pretty small breasts, Lyra had started to feel like they were unusually flat for her age, but maybe she was just a late bloomer. Finally she stepped out of her panties too, quickly covering her breasts and crotch with her fingers again, her face even redder, if that was possible.

“There we go.” The grunt grabbed Lyra's arms, holding them to the sides, presenting her full nudity to the camera, and the girl felt tears of shame well up in her eyes, but she managed to hold them back, she didn't want to give the grunts any satisfaction. “You've got a nice body, girlie. A shame what's about to happen, though.”

“What? You said if I did what you wanted you'd let me go!”

The woman dryly laughed. “No way. I said if you didn't obey, it would be worse. But we want to teach you a lesson and our boss can be quite the vindictive type, so you bet your sexy little ass just a small striptease isn't gonna be enough.”

“Then what else do you want?” Lyra couldn't stop an edge of desperateness bleeding into her voice. “I'm not gonna mess with any of you again, I swear! Just let me go!”

“Maybe you won't, maybe you'll find your bravery again once you have some Pokémon with you. I'm not gonna take that chance. Plus, we also need to make an example of you, to warn everyone else. Tough luck, girlie.”

Before Lyra could even answer, the grunt suddenly raised her baseball bat and swung it downwards, smashing it against Lyra's right shin with enough force that the skin broke, a trickle of blood running down her leg as the girl screamed in pain, a numb feeling spreading through her leg, her footing suddenly shaky. “No! Please don't-”

The grunt struck again, hitting Lyra's shoulder, and again, before she had even time to react, striking her opposite forearm, and as both her arms briefly cramped up with a numb sensation before the pain hit her full force, Lyra couldn't hold back her tears anymore, even as she grit her teeth and tried her best to bear it.

The grunt briefly paused to observe her handiwork. “Oh, already?” She grinned “Well, that's too bad. Because I'm just getting started!” She jabbed the end of the bat right against Lyra's solarplexus, and suddenly her breath left her, clutching her chest and ineffectually trying to gasp for air, feeling as if she might fall over any moment, not at all helped by the bit of blood pooling under her foot.

Any hope Lyra had had of remaining standing vanished as the grunt hit her once more, leaving a massive bruise on her left thigh, and suddenly she felt her legs give way, barely managing to catch herself on her arms before she faceplanted the dirty floor as the grunt laughed at her. “That's about right, know your place.”

With a glare, Lyra stumbled to her feet again, she was not going to give that bitch any more satisfaction than she had to. “Feisty, are we? Well, let's see how you like this?!”

Standing right next to Lyra, the grunt held her right arm with one hand, then there was a brief flash of metal, followed by a sharp pain, as Lyra stared at the bloody cut that was suddenly marring the side of her upper arm. Before the pain even had time to fully register, the grunt had already moved, dragging the blade down the length of Lyra's left lower arm, and she let out another scream, reflexively reaching for the injury and staining her hands with the warm and sticky blood. Her blood.

How could this be happening? For several seconds Lyra just stood motionless in shock, until the pain of the grunt slashing the outside of her thigh, followed by a red line across her abdomen, called her senses back, the sound of her blood dripping to the floor unnaturally loud to her ears.

“Please, stop it!” Lyra finally found her voice again, and the grunt who had just been about to cut her yet again briefly paused. “What more do you want from me?!”

“Oh, I don't want anything, I'm just doing my job. But... maybe you've had enough. You want us to let you go, don't you?”

“Y-yes, please. I'll never bother Team Rocket again, I swear.”

“Hm... I think you can do better. Try getting on your knees and begging to be spared. Maybe kiss my shoes, that might work.”

She couldn't believe she was doing this. But at this point Lyra didn't care about pride or bravery or whatever anymore, she only wanted these people to stop hurting her, so she knelt down into the dirt once more, lowering her head before the grunt. “P-please... I'm begging you, just let me go. I won't ever get in Team Rocket's way again, I promise.”

With a conscious effort, she moved her head downwards until her lips were touching the leather of the grunt's boots. Thankfully they were clean safe for a little bit of sand and dust, but the symbolism of the gesture, her utter powerlessness, made Lyra tear up once more as she heard the grunt chuckle.

But she'd done everything they asked, so maybe now they'd actually let her go... “Not bad, not bad. You really don't care about your pride anymore, do you?”

Only after a few seconds' silence Lyra realized the question hadn't been rhetorical. “N-no, just let me go, please...”

“Yeah, really not bad. ...But not good enough either.” What- Suddenly the grunt's foot snapped up, smashing into Lyra's face and she jerked backwards with a scream, ultimately sitting on her knees, feeling one of her teeth come loose with a grinding sensation, as the metallic taste of blood from both her gums and her split lip filled her mouth.

“Please, stop it!” Tears were now freely running down Lyra's face, but she didn't much care at this point. “I did everything you wanted! You said you'd let me leave!”

“Guess what? I lied. We're gonna hurt you a whole lot more.”

“N-no, you can't... Please-” The grunt placed her shoe against Lyra's chest and just kicked her over, briefly taking her breath away as she landed on her back, the blood that had been dripping over her lips and chin now gathering in the back of her throat and forcing her to swallow the repulsive taste every few seconds if she didn't want to choke.

Pinning Lyra in place by pressing a knee over her crotch, the grunt knelt down, looming over Lyra with a grin. “Know why I like knives so much?” She roughly squeezed the bruise on Lyra's upper arm, digging her fingernails into the flesh until the drew blood, and Lyra winced. “These bruises may look bad now, but in a week at most, they'd be perfectly healed.” The woman slashed her knife over Lyra's lower ribs and stomach, leaving another two bloody lines, making Lyra whimper in pain. “But these, they'll take weeks to go away, and even then, those scars will be forever, a reminder of the time a stupid little girl picked a fight way out of her league.”

She waited a few moments for the realization to fully set in and Lyra start crying once more. “No! Please don't! I'm begging you! Let me go, please! Don't...”

The grunt seemed to downright relish in Lyra's desperation, what kind of sick, twisted person did it take to enjoy something like this? “Nah, we're not done yet, girlie.” The woman shifted forward a little, pressing against her crotch even more, and only now Lyra registered how close to a very intimate area the woman was touching her, and tried to back away from her, but to no effect.

A moment later the grunt twirled around the knife in her hands before positioning the blade right on top of Lyra's breast, just beside the areola. “No, please, anywhere but th- Aaahh!” Lyra cut herself off with a scream as the woman dragged the knife downwards, leaving a gaping deep cut as a surge of red hot blood splashed over her chest, much more than had any right to.

As the grunt drew a similar cut along Lyra's other breast, she was uncontrollably sobbing, the pain of all of her injuries slowly melting into one agonizing sensation. But even worse than that pain was the reality of these wounds, the fact that even if she got out here, Lyra would be forever disfigured, no boy – or girl, she wasn't entirely sure herself yet – was ever going to want her.

Lyra only half registered the grunt leaving multiple more cuts over her arms, breasts and belly, until the woman placed the blade just below her collarbone and dragged it all the way across the opposite lower end of her ribcage, and Lyra found her voice in another agonized scream, her entire upper body just feeling like ravaged bloody flesh, and if she were to look at all the injuries right now, she'd probably throw up.

Yet when the woman got up, leaving Lyra on the floor splattered with her own sticky blood, panting heavily in between sobs, a small glimmer of hope lit up inside her once again. It was very obvious Lyra was not going to be a problem to Team Rocket anymore and she didn't want to, and whoever watched the video of this would also think twice about interfering with them after seeing this, so they'd really gotten all they wanted, and would let Lyra go now, right? Right?

She only vaguely heard the woman talking on a cellphone. “Boss, it's me. I take it you were watching? …Yes. I don't think she's gonna be a problem anymore. ...Sure that's even necessary? ...No, of course not. I will. ...Poor girl.” The grunt chuckled as she stepped up to Lyra, readying her bat once more. “I would've said you're done, but the boss doesn't think so. You two, hold her.” The other two grunts hurried to kneel down besides Lyra, each holding one of her arms, completely pinning her, as the woman pushed her legs apart before kneeling down in between them. “This is probably gonna hurt.”

“W-what are you going to do?” Instead of an answer, the woman pushed the tip of her bat against Lyra's most private area, and she ineffectually tried to get away from this molestation, but then the grunt turned the bat a little to push apart Lyra's labia. “N-no! No, don't! Please-” Lyra screamed as the woman pushed the bat inside of her, the wood painfully stretching her as she desperately tried to break free, but was completely powerless to stop this violation.

Lyra's eyes flooded with tears once more as her tormentor slowly pushed the bat deeper. “P-please, stop. It's too big...” Lyra had done a little ...experimentation before, but she'd never used anything near this big, and from what she'd learned in school, the 'real deal' wasn't either. The bat hit some resistance deep inside of her, sending a surge of pain through her abdomen, and Lyra let out a shriek channeling all of her sheer, unadulterated agony, fear and shame, once more bucking and thrashing against the two grunts holding her, once more to no effect.

If anything, the woman seemed only encouraged by Lyra's pain as she started pushing the bat inside her back and forth, slowly gaining speed as she was raping Lyra. It took a few more seconds for the realization to fully set in. She was being raped right now! It hadn't been enough for them to take Lyra's Pokémon, humiliate her in front of a camera, beat and cut her, now they had to rape her! How could anyone be so- so... evil? And why was this happening to her? Lyra had never done anything wrong, she didn't deserve this! No one deserved this.

The grunt ramming the baseball bat especially deep into her called Lyra back to reality as she screamed once more, her voice slowly growing hoarse. She was starting to feel like she didn't have any more strength left to fight, and she didn't really want to anymore either, it wouldn't change anything anyways. The only thing left for her was to endure it, the grunt would eventually stop, so Lyra just tried to react as little as possible even as she weakly continued sobbing, all the while internally begging to whatever deity, karma or what-have-you that would listen. No more. Please. Just make it stop.

Every second felt like hours of pain and shame, but eventually the grunt slowed down and pulled out the bat, and Lyra could have sworn there were some small splatters of blood on it, leaving only a searing pain inside her abdomen, and a sickly sensation of being violated that made the bile rise in Lyra's throat, once more she felt like she was about to vomit.

Now what? Were they finally done? However instead, the woman stood up, raising the bat over her head, and Lyra just barely had enough time to register what was about to happen and panic, but again she was completely powerless to stop it. With a dull sound the woman smashed the bat right onto Lyra's vagina with full power, and she felt something give way as instantly a blinding pain flooded her body. Shrieking and wailing, ferally struggling to break free, Lyra only vaguely felt her bladder release control and a puddle of urine forming between her legs, adding even more humiliation to her suffering.

As Lyra's body continued writhing in agony, a part of her mind realized that this was it. She was going to die here. She had picked a fight with people so far out of her league in both strength and brutality, and now she was going to pay for it. There would be no heroics, no last-second rescues, just a painful, undignified death in an old dusty warehouse.

Observing how Lyra had soiled herself and was now lying almost still, staring at the ceiling with a vacant expression, the grunt let out a chuckle. “Oh my, I think we broke her. Turn her around.” She gestured to the other two, and they obeyed, rolling Lyra onto her stomach, then holding her shoulders as they turned her head in the direction of the camera, all of which she only registered with a few weak shivers and sobs.

Standing behind Lyra and grabbing her hair with one hand to pull back her head, the grunt placed her knife on the girl's throat. “This is it, girlie. Any last words? ...Didn't think so. Farewell.” As soon as she started cutting, Lyra's eyes flew open in terror, her scream quickly cut off into voiceless gasps, but she continued thrashing and struggling with all her might, yet to no avail, as the woman not only cut her throat, but slowly sliced through her entire neck, spraying blood everywhere, until Lyra finally welcomed the darkness closing in on her, carrying her away from the pain as her body gave up its fight and everything faded

Even though she'd already gone limp, the grunt continued sawing through Lyra's spine until her head came loose entirely, holding it to the camera for a few moments to present the girl's empty eyes, her expression frozen in utter fear and agony, before unceremoniously dropping it next to the still lightly twitching body. “Alright, we're done here. You two, clean up the evidence.” Rifling through Lyra's bag, the grunt found a Pokégear, which she pulled out with a grin. “I'll see if we can arrange something about that irritating police officer too.”