Though she sat in a cold, stone cell, deep within the stronghold of Team Rocket's headquarters, she seemed not to care a whole lot. In her dazzling gym leader uniform, she lounged around more like a girl on vacation than someone who was being held captive by some evil organization.
A clattering of iron keys echoed throughout the halls as a Team Rocket grunt unlocked the door and stepped inside.
"Oh? Here to cure my boredom? I'm so glad you came," said the young woman with an bored expression, turning toward him. "A gym leader, streamer, and model like myself lives in the fast lane; sitting in here really sucks, you know?"
The grunt looked at her blankly for a moment, and then behind him, checking for other witnesses. He shut the large steel door behind him before speaking again.
"I need you to tell me where your friends are."
"Oh, gee, interrogation time, how...dare..." She let out a fake laugh and rolled her eyes. "You're wasting your time; I don't talk to anyone besides my fans on social media, or through my streams... guess the people I crush when they challenge me to a gym battle a little."
He walked up and firmly grabbed her arm.
"I'd cooperate, Zoey. We don't want to get ugly," he replied curtly, his tone firm but polite.
She shrugged. "Anything you do to me, I'm gonna tell everyone, okay? So go ahead, give it your best shot."
He shook his head slowly, which made Zoey giggle, until he began unfastening his belt buckle.
"Oh my god, you aren't doing what I think, right?" Zoey asked sarcastically. "You're going to ask for a blowie? A little help-me-out sex? You looked like an incel, and- Oh my god, you ar-"
Zoey nearly burst into laughter, but when the grunt's pants dropped to his ankles, she froze. Her face went pale as her jaw dropped open in shock.
"Wh-What the fu..." she trailed off, her eyes locked onto the gargantuan bulge that was straining against the man's underwear. Her entire train of quips and demeaning comments had been completely forgotten, now simply struggling to understand what she was seeing. Even contained, if barely, in the tight confines of his boxers, the massive erection was easily twice as big as any penis she had ever seen.
"Last chance. Rest of the gym leaders, Zoey, or I'll have to use force," he warned, finally freeing himself from his pants.
Her mouth fell open even wider as she took in the sight of his cock. It stood straight out in front of him, thick veins bulging along its length. She had to scramble words together, but all she could manage was a pathetic squeak.
"Wh-What is th-that?" she managed to stammer.
The grunt, growing impatient with her cock shock, grabbed her head and forced it closer, now inches away from his shaft. His voice was stern as he spoke.