Fic: Cynthia Boxed

It's been a little while, but finally here's another Monthly Damsel tie-in fic from Another0079. There will be ones for Bulma and Ryuko/Mako too, so stay tuned! But for now, let's check in on our lovely Sinnoh champion...

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Cynthia, no longer the champion of Sinnoh, but still an expert in many, many things Pokemon, stared at the huge wall of computers in front of her.  The massive electronics were certainly impressive, even if she didn’t understand the intricacies of how they functioned.  Admittedly, technology wasn’t her forte, but she carried a lot of influence in the world of Pokemon, and this promised revolutionizing of the Box system could certainly benefit from her endorsement.

Unfortunately, she was probably going to have to turn it down.  It was a shame, since the man behind this development, Jim, was so proud of it.  He was a rather plain looking man.  Short, black hair, average height, a relatively unassuming person.  But there was a manic glee in his eyes as he explained the way his new Box system worked.

“So, by adding these new capacitors I can reverse the polarity of the neutron flow!” Jim ranted happily as he walked alongside the wall of massive computers.  “Not only can we more easily store Pokemon, but with this we could even put people in the box!  Imagine the uses!  We could use it to travel over far distances, get people to help right away…”

“I’m sorry,” Cynthia said, interrupting him and raising a hand.  “Those are truly useful yes, but the way the system is set up, anyone can use it, correct?”

“Absolutely!”

“Well… at the moment, I don’t think I can support this device, or your plans for it,” Cynthia said regretfully.

It hurt a little bit, seeing the enthusiasm on Jim’s face shatter.  “But… why?!” he cried.  “There are so many benefits to this-”

“Forgive me, Jim.  It’s very impressive,” Cynthia said consolingly.  “But being able to store even people in this?  It could be used for nefarious purposes.  Criminals could use it to kidnap people, and transport them over long distances without leaving a trace.”

“That’s not at all what I designed it for!” Jim roared.  The suddenness and fierceness of his outburst caused Cynthia to take a step back in surprise.  “I didn’t design it at all for that!  You can’t refuse me support just because someone might use it for something immoral!”

Cynthia raised her hands and shook her head slowly.  “I know you only had the best of intentions for this system,” she said slowly, trying to defuse the situation.  “In my opinion, you should approach the authorities with this invention of yours.  Explain to them what I’ve said, and ask them for oversight so-”

“NEVER!” Jim screamed.  “It’s my creation!  I won’t have it diluted by anyone, especially barbarians who wouldn't be able to appreciate it!”

During her time as a trainer and champion, Cynthia had met no small amount of people who could charitably be described as “characters”.  It was useful experience that currently told her it was time to beat a hasty, but cautious, retreat from this situation.  “I apologize,” she said calmly and carefully.  “I didn’t mean to offend you.  But I think it’s best if I leave.  I’d love to talk about this again with you when we’ve both calmed down.”  When Jim remained silent, simply standing there and seething at her, Cynthia turned away from him.  The atmosphere was so tense she’d be able to cut it with a knife, and she was looking forward to getting some fresh air.

Cynthia’s heels clacked on the floor as she started her way out of the lab.  It was a ways away from the nearest city, but that would just make the quality of the air even better.  She was very near the door after a few moments, and as soon as she was through this awkward meeting would be over.

Suddenly there was a noise behind her.  Then an arm reached around, one around her neck, trapping her in a vicious headlock.  The other pressed a thick, damp cloth against her face, smothering her mouth and nose.  “Hmmph?!” Cynthia cried out, eyes wide in surprise.  She was suddenly pulled backwards, her legs kicking and flailing.  Her hands reached up, trying to pull the arms away from her.

“No, no I won’t let you,” Jim muttered as he dragged her away from the door.  “You won’t ruin my invention!  If you tell the authorities, they’ll destroy it, and I won’t let you!”

“Mmmph!!”  Cynthia could feel her body growing more and more sluggish.  In her initial shock, she had breathed in deep through the drugged cloth, and it was already affecting her.  She tried to pry his hands away, and she stomped down blindly, trying to impale his feet on her heels.  But she only connected with the floor, her heels scraping against the floor.  She was no fighter, and her slender body seemed miniscule in comparison to his.

“Go to sleep!” he hissed as he pressed the gag tighter against her face.  “Go to sleep, so I can teach you…”

Cynthia’s frantic fighting began to slow.  Her limbs felt like they were made of lead, her stomps little more than gentle kicks down.  She used every bit of effort she could to keep her eyes open.  But her eyelids felt so heavy, so impossible to keep open…

“Good,” she heard Jim mutter as she slipped into unconsciousness.  “Yes… good…”

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“Mmhgh…”  Cynthia began to slowly stir.  For a moment, she wondered where she had decided to take a nap after arguing with Jim about his new Box system.  It certainly wasn’t comfortable.  She was leaning up against some hard wall, and it certainly wasn’t a bed that was underneath her.  Then her last moments of consciousness came back to her like a bolt of lightning.

Cynthia cried out, her voice muffled by something large and hard in her mouth.  Instinctively she tried to stand up, but found it impossible.  Her limbs were pulled together and arranged around her, something holding them in place.  After the first moment of panic subsided, she finally saw the room she was in.  It was blue.  Blue floor, blue walls, and a blue ceiling.  Utterly featureless, glowing faintly, giving off a strange light.  There seemed to be no door anywhere.  It was small.  Not necessarily cramped, but only two or three more people could be fit in here.

Letting out a groan, Cynthia took stock of what was keeping her from moving.  She was sitting, with her knees pulled up to her large chest.  Her hands had been crossed behind her knees, and held tightly together behind some kind of glowing red restraint.  The same restraint that bound her wrists was also connected to her knees, forcing them to remain pinned together as well.  Worse still, her hands were entirely sealed away in the red material, like gloves without any fingers.  Her ankles had been crossed in front of her, also bound, but they were connected to the wall opposite her by an equally red cord, keeping her from pulling them towards her any more than they already were.  Around her upper arms were a pair of final restraints, glowing red cuffs, each linked to the wall behind her, limiting her movement further.

“Mmmph!!” Cynthia cried out, rocking back and forth as she pulled on the bonds.  Not a single one of them seemed to give.  She couldn’t even move her tongue around, as the large presence pinned it to the floor of her mouth.  After a few moments though, she was able to tell that it was some sort of large, firm sphere stuck into her mouth, held there by straps running around her head.  She guessed they probably glowed as well.

Cynthia threw herself into fighting against the restraints.  Whatever these were, there had to be a weakness.  Her body rocked back and forth as her limbs pulled on the bonds, trying to break them.  She grunted and groaned, her chest heaving as she tried to, but all she had to show for it was a slowly worsening exhaustion, and a stream of drool that began to leak out of her gagged lips.  Looking down, she huffed.  The drool was dripping off of her chin, and right into her generously exposed cleavage.  Her breasts were beginning to glisten from both the saliva falling onto them, and the sweat she was working up from such desperate struggles.

As the exhaustion grew, her struggles slowed, and her panic began to increase.  She didn’t fully lose control of herself, but she was starting to worry.  Where was she?  And would she be able to break free of these bonds on her own?  Cynthia wasn’t sure how likely it would be for anyone to trace her disappearance to Jim.  His invitation to inspect his technology had been short-notice, and she accepted it in the spur of the moment without telling anyone.

Pausing her efforts to free herself, she began to look around the small room she was in.  For the first time she began to wonder about why the walls seemed to glow blue.  And there was the lack of a door too.  Perhaps it was hidden?  She looked around, slowly inspecting the dimensions of her prison.  The length, width, and height of the room all seemed to be equal, as if it were a perfect…

Box…

A chill ran down Cynthia’s spine.  The mad man… he had put her in the Box system!

“JHHWWMMM!!!” Cynthia screamed.  “JHHWWM!!  LHHWT MHW GHHMMPH!!”  But her cry simply echoed in the empty box she was trapped in.  She pulled on the restraints once again, more out of instinct than anything.  If she was in the Box system, then there would be no way out even if she did break the restraints.

If Jim heard her screams, there was no sign of it.  She cried out, again and again, but he didn’t answer.  Time passed slowly, with Cynthia alternating between resting and struggling.  There was no way to know how much time had passed.  Had it even been an hour?  As far as she knew, it could have been four hours.  After what felt like an eternity, she heard a humming noise to her right.  Looking over, a light had appeared, and was gradually growing into a rectangular shape.  Once it reached the size of a monitor, Jim’s face appeared.

He looked disheveled.  Manic.  And angry.  “Cynthia,” he said simply.

“Jhwm!” Cynthia moaned, looking up at him.  “Yhwv ghwt tw lhwt mhw ghmmph!”

“Are you trying to bargain?” he asked angrily.  “Well I won’t have it.  If I let you go, they’ll destroy my creation.  So I just need you to go away for a little bit.”

“Hmmgh?!”

“Oh, don’t worry.  I’m not going to kill you.  But I’m not letting you go.  Not until you agree to help support my creation!”  His eyes narrowed dangerously at her, and he seemed to smirk as he looked over, his eyes pausing briefly on her cleavage.  “Well, will you agree?”

“Nmmph!!” Cynthia responded.  How could he possibly think such a thing?!

“Fine then.  I’ll just have to keep you until you do.  No one will be able to find you as long as you’re in my personal system!  Don’t worry though, you won’t be in here forever.  I’ll be sure to let you out every now and then so I can work on convincing you.”  He paused, and hummed thoughtfully to himself.  “I should move though.  Somewhere where I… where we won’t be disturbed.  Luckily, moving you with this system will be easy!”

Cynthia tried to plead and reason with him.  This was absolute insanity what he was doing, and he needed to stop it.  But her attempts only resulted in muffled moans and groans as the steady stream of saliva continued to run from around her lips and into her cleavage.

“It will take me sometime to get things set up at…”  He paused, glancing at her.  “My other location,” he said carefully, apparently unwilling to give her any more information than was necessary, even when she was completely at his mercy.  “I expect you’re going to be in here for quite a while until I’m ready there.”

“Ghhmm…” Cynthia moaned dejectedly at the news.  As long as she was in here, escape was impossible.  If he let her out, then maybe she could get away.  Reasoning with him seemed entirely out of the question.  But having to sit in here for hours felt like it would be a challenge to her sanity.

“Fear not, my dear Cynthia,” Jim said to her.  “I know that it will be a long time for you in there, but I’ll be sure to give you some… entertainment.”  Then his image was gone, leaving her alone in the box once again.

Cynthia began to squirm nervously.  What could he possibly mean by entertainment?

She got her answer a moment later.  Appearing in the box in a barrage of light was not one, but three Tangrowth’s.  Each one stared right at her for a moment.  Then the tentacles that covered their bodies began to wiggle furiously and excitedly.

“Nmmmph!!” Cynthia screamed into her gag as they descended upon her.  Their tentacles began to wrap all around her body, and it took only a few seconds for her to feel them begin to wiggle underneath her outfit and against her skin.  “HMMMMPH!!!”