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Kidnapping Sabrina

Gym leader Sabrina sat in front of the mirror in her room, brushing her long,
dark hair. All of her pokemon rested soundly in their pokeballs, and as the
sun set and the moon shone through her window the night's atmosphere filled
her room. Her red eyes shone back at her from the glass reflection, silently
gazing as her brush moved through the long, dark, fluid mass of hair that was
draped over her shoulder.

Sabrina wore her usual gym leader outfit. She wore a red, tight-fitting cotton
top. It was plain, and came down in a short, skirt-like manner over her hips.
Across her abdomen was wrapped the leather corset gifted to her long ago,
imbued with a secret power. She wore black satin leggings that came up under
the rim of her skirt and red and yellow leather boots. She also wore slim
leather gloves on her hands, their white texture contrasting the darkness of
the hair they brushed. The tight-fitting outfit accentuated her curves, but
remained tasteful.

It had been a long day, but Sabrina knew that there was still much work to be
done. Her ties to a certain team had forced her to make difficult choices, and
now she was faced with a fairly grim future. And yet, the trainer she had
fought today had been uncharacteristically strong. Normally, she could handle
even the most well-versed veterans, but today she lost for the first time in a
long time. Perhaps ...

Downstairs, Sabrina felt a door's latch turn and slowly open. She felt the
footsteps of a man enter the room, turn, and close the door silently. Sabrina
closed her eyes and sighed softly through her nostrils. He was here. Her
childish dreams would have to wait. She felt the man's feet step lightly on
the floorboards of each step as he ascended the staircase leading to her room.
Sabrina opened her eyes and resumed brushing her hair, opening the door with
her mind.

A tall man in a dark suit stood outside, hand outstretched as though he were
about to open the door. He grimaced. "Damn. I thought I had you this time," he
said.

Sabrina did not turn to look at him. "You worried too much about the latch
once you got inside. It was like you were screaming in my head," she said in a
matter-of-fact tone.

The man nodded, making a grunt of consent. "I never can sneak up on you,
Sabrina. One of these days, though ... " he said, trailing off.

Sabrina made a slight noise of acknowledgement, continuing to focus on
brushing her hair. The man wandered through her room, looking up at the dolls
that sat perched on the shelves above her bed. She could sense his unease.
After a few moments of pacing aimlessly, the man sat down on her bed and
crossed his arms. She sighed, closing her eyes and putting down her brush.
"Well? What do you want?" she asked.

The man shrugged. "It's not what I want, Sabrina. It's what He wants," he
said.

"Oh? And what does He want?"

Now it was the man's turn to sigh. Sabrina opened her eyes and looked at him
through the mirror. "It's about today," he said. "He doesn't like it when you
lose, and wants to know what happened. You know he hates taking challengers,
especially now that the operation is so close to fruition."

Sabrina nodded, turning in her chair for the first time. Her chair swiveled
180 degrees to face the man, and she crossed her legs and folded her arms in
her lap. "Then I take it he wants to speak to me in person?" The man nodded.
"So I assume this means I will be taken to the Mansion?" she asked. The man
nodded in affirmation once more, causing Sabrina to sigh once more. "Very
well," she said.

She stood up then, walking adjacent to the man before sitting next to him on
the bed. "I know you have it," she said. "You may as well get it over with."
The man nodded again, reaching into the pockets of his blazer. He pulled out a
white rag and a brown bottle, clearly labelled "Chloroform." Unscrewing the
cap, the man opened the bottle and turned it over onto the rag. Its liquid
contents spilled out, moistening the rag with the soporific.

Sabrina sat up straight, straightening her skirt before folding her hands on
her lap. She stared straight ahead, not paying attention to the man readying
the drugged rag. "Are you ready, Sabrina?" the man asked. She nodded almost
imperceptibly. The man sighed.

In a quick motion, the man planted the rag firmly on Sabrina's face with his
left hand. His right hand snaked behind her, grabbing the right side of her
waist. Sabrina ignored him, having been holding her breath in anticipation.
Now, however, the time was here. She had to submit.

Inhale. The first whiff of chloroform entered her nostrils, assaulting her
senses. Even though this was not her first time being put under, it always
came with surprising force. Exhale. Her body began to tense slightly, trying
instinctively to resist the drug.

Inhale. Her breasts expanded as she breathed in, taking in more of the
anesthetic. Exhale. Her apprehensive body began to relax slowly, the knots in
her shoulders straightening.

Inhale. "Mmmnf," she moaned involuntarily. She blinked twice, her vision
starting to blur. Exhale. Her torso ejected the anesthetic, her lungs
struggling to keep it out.

Inhale. She lifted her left hand, reflexively trying to grab onto the rag. She
stopped herself from struggling, but still gently placed her white-gloved hand
onto the man's left hand. Exhale. As her torso heaved, she moaned again with a
soft "Mmnmmnm ... "

Inhale. Suddenly, she felt something through her psychic powers. Guilt?
Anxiety? Her eyes, whose vision had begun to swim, suddenly widened. Betrayal.
That's what she could sense. Something was very wrong. Exhale. Her left hand
gripped tightly onto the man's hand, the right lifting to help in its attempt
to pry the rag off.

Inhale. The man's grip on her waist tightened, pulling her close as he applied
the rag with more force. "Mmpf! Mmmfmmf!" she shouted, her eyes flashing at
him as he grimaced. Exhale. His face began to blur as she felt the drug work
its magic, having already inhaled too much to fight back.

Inhale. "Damn. Just go to sleep, Sabrina. Make it easier for both of us," the
man said, as Sabrina continued to struggle and squirm. Exhale. By now, she had
lost feeling in her feet and fingers, the muscles in her arms weakening.

Inhale. "Mmpff ... " she moaned, struggling to stay awake. Exhale. Her grip on
his arm weakened, unable to keep up the fight as her eyelids began to feel
heavy and started to droop.

Inhale. She heard the man croon softly in her ear. "That's it, sweetheart.
Just go to sleep ... " Her breasts rose as she took in the breath, the
anesthetic causing a tingling sensation in the back of her skull that crawled
up her spine. Exhale. Her now-glassy ruby irises stared at the man with a
mixture of fear, confusion, and pain.

Inhale. Sabrina felt her grip on consciousness fading, not even sensing the
man's right hand travel up from her waist, up her spine, before grabbing her
back, just below the base of the neck. Exhale. "Mmmnnn ... ." She moaned,
fighting to the end.

On the eleventh inhalation, Sabrina's eyes slid shut and she lost
consciousness. "mmuunh ... " she sighed softly through the rag, exhaling her
last conscious breath as her chest deflated. Her arms went limp, her hands
losing their grip and sliding down from their position over her face. Her
right hand slackened first, descending to the bed, landing palm-up not far
from her thigh. Her left hand began to slowly glide down, reaching just above
her breasts before being interrupted.

Satisfied that the woman was now unconscious, the man began to slowly lower
her. With great care, the man gently let down her torso onto the bed, keeping
the rag placed over her face. As he did so, her right hand slowly descended
before resting on her stomach. As she lay on the bed, she continued to breathe
the drug in slowly, her breasts rising and falling with each soft breath.
Watching her breathe in the chloroform, the man kept the rag in place for a
few breaths before removing it.

Sabrina lay on the bed on her back, her face slackened in deep repose, her
lips lightly parted and sighing softly with each breath. Her left palm lay on
her waist, her right lying by her left thigh. Her legs were bent over the bed
and lay limply, their black tights accentuating their perfect curvature. The
man leaned over her, gently kissing her sleeping forehead, before stroking her
cheeks with the back of his hand. "I'm sorry, Sabrina. I hope you'll forgive
me," he said. Sabrina's eyelids, closed shut in enforced sleep, did not move
as he did this, her expression completely relaxed into the mask of the deeply
anesthetized.

Now that the woman was unconscious, the man had to set to work completing his
mission. Putting the chloroform-soaked rag into his coat pocket, her bent over
and set to work lifting her. His right hand snaked under her upper torso,
grabbing onto her right side, just under her armpit, where the breast began.
His left hand went under her legs, grabbing hold in the crook of her knees.
Slowly and carefully, the man lifted the unconscious woman in a bridal carry.
Her head leaned back, her neck obscured by the collar of her top. Her long
black hair flowed downwards, almost touching the ground as her mouth opened
wider as a result of her head falling back. Her left hand lay on her stomach,
her right drooping downwards and hanging limply. As he lifted her, the
curvature of her legs made her posterior visible through her skirt.

With the woman in two, the man made his way to the door and opened it. Slowly,
he descended the stairs, carefully cradling the unconscious Sabrina. As he
reached the bottom of the stairs, he moved towards the front door. Realizing
he would be unable to open it if he carried Sabrina like this, the man began
to shift her.

Lowering her slack legs to the floor, the man freed his left hand. Her feet
gained no purchase, and her slim legs were bent slightly at the knee. The
man's hand glided up her legs, grabbing her glutes as his right hand
straightened her torso. Her left hand slid limply down her body, hanging and
swaying without control. Her head continued to hang back, her mouth agape in
her unconsciousness. The man rotated her so that she faced him, and set to
work lifting her again.

Grabbing her wrists with his right hand and her rounded buttocks in his left,
he began to lift her. Draping both of her arms over his shoulder, he bent down
and balanced her waist on his shoulder. Then, with a grunt, he stood up,
moving his right hand to grab the small of her back to stabilize her. Feeling
the leather of her corset and the soft satin of her leggings, the man shifted
Sabrina into an over-the-shoulder carry. Her head hung limply downwards, her
long black hair sweeping down to the floor.

Turning the knob, the man opened the door and exited the room with the woman
he had come to capture well in position. Parked on the curb was a white,
windowless van. Moving to the back, the man pulled his keys from his coat
pocket. Opening the rear doors revealed a large mattress placed in the back of
the van. Satisfied that he had accomplished what he had set out to do, he
began to lower Sabrina onto the mattress.

He bent over, lowering her rear end onto the mattress. Her butt touched it,
her legs gently lowered after it. He then lowered her torso, softly placing
her back onto the mattress. As her face and arms slid over his body, the swung
limply back. Her arms landed in a t-pose on the mattress, her head bent
backwards with her mouth agape. The man sighed. There was no way he could
leave such an elegant woman in so unceremonious a position.

First he looked at her long, shapely legs. One was bent slightly, so he
straightened it so that they both lay flat and straight. Then, he straightened
her skirt of any wrinkles, enjoying the curvature of her thighs as he did so.
He then grabbed her right hand, placing it on her stomach. Grabbing her left,
he placed it on her stomach as well, folded over the other hand. With her arms
now in a state of statuesque repose, he moved on to her head. Lifting it and
straightening her neck, he gently placed it on the mattress. He brushed her
jawline, before gently closing her open mouth. He then stroked her hair, and
it came in one fluid mass over her right shoulder.

With Sabrina now dealt with, he turned and slammed the doors shut. Moving to
the front of the van, he got in the driver's seat and turned on the ignition.
This accomplished, the car spurted to life and drove away to parts unknown.