We Don't Like Romance

	Lisia let out an exhausted sigh as she slumped into her chair. She leaned back and closed her eyes. Being a Contest Idol was a lot harder that people thought. Still, when she stepped out onto the stage and saw all her adoring fans cheering for her, it made it worth it. Lisia let herself rest for a few more minutes, and decided it was time to head home for the night.
	The contests always let out late— it was already after midnight. Lilycove wasn’t the safest city for a girl to be walking around alone so late at night, but so long as she had her Altaria Ali, Lisia felt safe. It’s not like she lived all that far from the contest hall to begin with.
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	“Hey Bruce, you all right?”
	The man sprawled out on the sidewalk groaned in respond, but managed to get to his feet. He staggered a bit— getting literally thrown out of the bar didn’t seem to sober him up at all.
	“Yeah yeah, I’m fine… Dumb bitch, you go to a bar like that you should expect guys to come on to you. That wasn’t harassment…”
	“Yeah, whatever Bruce. Come on, let’s get you home.”
	“You’re a good friend Rick,” Bruce mumbled out.
	“Yeah sure, make it up to me by no getting us kicked out next time.” Rick smacked the other man on the back to signal him to start moving.
	Drunks don’t make the best conversation partners, so the two walked in silence. Rick let his mind wander away. The two were walking for a few minutes when Bruce suddenly broke the silence with a curse, which snapped Rick out of his reverie.
	Bruce apparently wasn’t looking where he was going, and managed to bump into a woman, and sent the two of them tumbling to the ground.
	“Dammit Bruce, you fucking oaf.” Rick grabbed the other man by the back of his shirt and pulled him off the girl before offering his hand to help her up. Rick cocked his head as he watched her brush herself off— he was sure he had seen her somewhere before.
	“Th-thanks…” She said, smiling meekly.
	“Ohh! I know where I’ve seen you before. You’re that popular contest broad, Lisia; my daughter’s a big fan.”
	Lisia’s smile turned to an offended frown.
	“Broad!?”
	Rick grimaced and laughed.
	“Sorry about that miss, I’ve had a bit to drink tonight. My mouth and my brain aren’t on the best terms at the moment.
	She scoffed and started to leave. Rick let out a sigh and turned to retrieve his friend— only to see that Bruce had his hands wrapped around the throat of the girl. She struggled for a moment, before going limp.
	“What the hell are you doing!?”
	“It’s your fault man: if you hadn’t pulled me off her I would’ve been able to take her right there, but thanks to you she almost got away.”
	“You idiot! Dammit… Is she dead?”
	“No, of course not. She’s just fainted. What kind of sick fuck do you take me for?”
	“Do you know who that is? She’s famous, so once word gets out that she was attacked we won’t be able to just lay low under it blows over. She got a good look at my face too, goddammit.”
	“Don’t worry about it— I’m pretty sure she won’t remember anything from right before she passed out, so we just make sure she doesn’t get a look at us after she wakes up and we should be fine.”
	Rick let out an exasperated sigh.
	I’ve got a bad feeling about this, man.”
	“What, you just want to leave her here? That’s such a fucking waste! We already have her, we might as well follow through.”
	Rick was quiet for a minute. He and Bruce had been working together for some time now, and things always turned out okay— for the two of them, obviously, and not their victims— but this seemed like it was going overboard for some reason. Maybe it was best for them to just leave her there. If Bruce was right she wouldn’t remember him, and even if she did maybe she wouldn’t put together that he was her attacker’s accomplice. At the same time, it did seem like a waste. What if she remembers him and thinks he was the one who attacked her? He’d be shit out of luck without even having done anything. Even worse: what if someone else with questionable morals happens to find her passed out and has their way with her, and when she wakes up all she remembers is him? Yeah, it probably was too late for him to get out of this without having to worry about consequences. Might as well see it through until the end.
	“Okay, you win. Let’s get her out of here though. I don’t want to do this in a back alley this time.”
	“Fine by me. Your place is closer, let’s head over there.” Bruce lifted the girl over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry.
	“Don’t carry her like that! If anyone sees that they’ll get suspicious for sure.”
	With a grunt Bruce lowered the girl, then shoved her at Rick. Rick was caught off guard, and after fumbling he accidentally let Lisia drop to the ground. He hissed out a curse as he lifted her up onto his back. He locked his arms around her legs and made sure he had a good grip on her before hurriedly setting off in the direction of his house without saying another word.
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	 Fortunately Rick managed to get the girl to his house and drop her on his couch without her waking up. Unfortunately, the walk home helped him come up with another way out of the situation, and he was having second thoughts again.
	“Bruce, listen man—“
	“Are you going to try getting out of this again? We already brought her to your house, what are you gonna say when she wakes up?”
	“No, that’s the thing: I’ll tell her that I saw her get attacked. I’ll say I scared off the attacker— without getting a good look at them of course— but since she was out cold I thought it would be safest bring her to my house. It should work, and we won’t have to worry about her squealing.”
	“Dammit man, next time you need to get more drunk. You’re thinking way too much. If you’re so worried about us getting found out go get something to blindfold her with. I’m not putting up with any more of this bullshit; you’ve got a minute before I help myself to her.”
	Rick sighed, and went to go find something that he could use to cover the girl’s eyes.
	Bruce barely waited for the other man to leave the room before deciding to dig in. The first thing he did was confiscate her single Pokéball. Neither him nor Rick were Pokémon trainers, but even if they were Pokémon battles tend to attract attention. He grabbed her shirt in the front and tugged on it to undo it. One of the buttons popped off, but he just brushed it away. He pulled the shirt back some more and saw that Lisia apparently wasn’t wearing a bra. Bruce smirked in approval and rubbed his thumb around her nipple a few times before going to take off her shorts. He undid the button and pulled down the zipper and the shorts slid right off, revealing a pair of cute, frilly panties. He was a little disappointed that she didn’t go completely without underwear, but didn’t complain as he pulled them down to her ankles. Now that there was nothing in his way he started to rub between her legs until she was nice and slick.
	Lisia started to stir. Bruce clucked his tongue, but began undoing his pants. He was only half erect, but it only took a few quick strokes to fix that.
	Holding himself in position with his left hand, he grabbed Lisia’s hip with his right and pulled her toward him— spearing her on his dick.
	Lisia’s eyes jolted open. Bruce knew what was coming, and hammered his fist into her stomach as hard as he could. The blow knocked the wind out of her, and instead of a scream the only sound that came out of her mouth was a choked gasp.
	“You scream, or do anything to make this difficult, and I’ll make sure the next one hurts a lot more,” Bruce snarled.
	Lisia nodded meekly. The fear in her eyes only made Bruce want her more. Lisia whimpered as he grabbed her hips and began thrusting in and out of her. He didn’t even notice Rick return.
	“Bruce, you idiot! What are you doing!?”
	Bruce didn’t even turn around to face the other man.
	“I got impatient. It doesn’t matter anyway, she woke up before you got back.”
	“What?”
	Rick looked around the other man at the girl. She was trying her hardest to block out what was happening to her, but opened her eyes for a moment after hearing someone else in the room. She recognized him immediately.
	“I-it’s you!” She said almost too quietly to hear. She didn’t know how loud she had to be to incur Bruce’s wrath, but she would rather not have to find out.
	“I thought you said she wouldn’t remember me?” Rick said, hitting the other man in the arm.
	“I said she PROBABLY wouldn’t remember.”
	“Goddammit. This is real fucking great, man.”
	“Just worry about it later, you moron. Are you gonna join in or are you sitting this one out now? I wouldn’t mind having this one to myself.”
	Rick sighed. “Seriously, man. Fuck you.”
	Rick undid his pants and pulled out his penis. He walked over to Lisia and grabbed her by her ponytail. She looked up at him with terrified eyes.
	“You bite down, and I’ll kill you, you understand?” He said coldly.
	Lisia nodded feebly, and without giving her a second to prepare Rick plunged his member deep down her throat. Lisia wanted to gag, but had a feeling that they would hurt her if she did and managed to hold it in.
	Rick grabbed Lisia’s head in both hands, and didn’t let her have any control in what she was doing, shoving his dick all the way down her throat and pulling it back out, only to repeat over and over again.
	Lisia tried her hardest to block what was happening to her out of her head, but it was just impossible. She couldn’t believe that this was how her first time was playing out. She knew that walking around so late was dangerous, and she was always really careful, but in the end she hadn’t been careful enough. All she could do was pray they would finish with her soon.
	Bruce’s pace— which had been rough and vigorous from the start— began to slow, and became more deliberate. It took a little time for Lisia to realize what was happening. She wanted to beg him not to beg him not to cum inside, but she couldn’t say anything with her mouth full. She doubted he would listen to her anyway.
	He slowed down even more. Lisia shut her eyes as Bruce made one last thrust into her. The feeling of his seed pouring into her made her sick. She couldn’t even imagine what she would do if that man managed to get her pregnant.
	Once he stopped shooting his semen into her Bruce finally pulled out.
	“Ahh! That was damn good!” He exclaimed.
	“Done already Bruce?” Rick asked, more casually than one would expect from someone who was currently raping a girl.
	“O’ course not,” he answered. “Just need a minute to catch my breath is all. So, how’s her mouth?”
	“Pretty good.”
	“And you wanted to just let her go!” Bruce laughed.
	“Yeah yeah…”
	“Why don’t we see what she has to say?” Bruce asked with a sleazy grin on his face.
	Rick laughed. “You’re fucked up, man.”
	Nevertheless, he pulled out of Lisia’s throat and let her go. As soon as she realized she was free Lisia pulled her head back, then wiped drool that had begun to dribble down her lips as Rick was raping her mouth. Hesitantly, she sat up, and fortunately the men didn’t take offense to her.
	“You enjoying yourself?” Bruce asked.
	Both men laughed.
	“P-please, let me go… I’ll do anything!”
	The men laughed some more.
	“So Rick you want to switch up or something or do you still want her mouth? Bruce asked, ignoring Lisia.
	“Yeah, let’s mix it up.” Rick dropped himself onto the couch next to Lisia. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her onto his lap. He lifted her up so he could position himself so he could enter her, then pulled her back down onto his lap. Lisia whimpered as Rick’s penis slipped inside her.
	Bruce grabbed her by the ponytail and pulled her face to his crotch. He moved too suddenly for Lisia to prepare, so his erect member was deflected off her closed lips. He pulled her head back just enough to reposition himself, then pulled her forward again, this time entering her mouth. There was some kind of slime on his penis, and it took Lisia a minute to realize that it was her own fluids from when he was raping her before.
	Once again Bruce was being rough with her. He was holding her head steady while humping her face so viciously that he was entering her throat. Lisia choked and stuttered, but managed to keep herself from throwing up. Lisia knew that his dick was going to rub her throat raw, but there was nothing she could do, lest she incur his anger and have him hit her some more. She barely could feel what Rick was doing to her compared to Bruce. He was a lot less rough, although of course even a gentle rapist is still a rapist.
	Once again Bruce was giving off the telltale signs that he was about to climax. He was deep in Lisia’s throat when the first spurts of his semen shot out, but as soon as he started cumming he pulled out of her mouth, completely covering her face in his seed.
	He laughed at his handiwork.
	“This is a good look for you! What do you think Rick?” He turned Lisia’s head so Rick could get a look at her.
	“She should go on stage like that sometime,” Rick responded with mock approval.
	“Yeah, I bet her fans would love to get a look at her slutty little face covered in semen!” Bruce laughed. “Maybe we should take some pictures for them, and post them online.”
	“N-no! Please don’t…” Lisia dared say.
	Bruce smacked her on the side of the head hard enough for her entire body to sway.
	“Shut the fuck up. We’re not so stupid that we’d take pictures of us doing something like this anyway, you don’t have to worry about anything.”
	Bruce grabbed her by the shirt, and used it to wipe the fluids off of his penis before putting it away.
	“I think I’m done with her. Gonna go get a drink actually. Have fun with her.”
	“Sure thing.” Rick said as Bruce walked into the kitchen.
	Once Bruce was gone Rick grabbed Lisia by her ponytail and, without pulling out, stood up and turned the two of them around. He pushed her forward into the couch, but also pulled her head back by her hair. Lisia whimpered.
	“I gotta say, the noises you make are a lot cuter than anything my ex-wife was capable of,” he said, before beginning to thrust in and out of her. “You feel a lot better than she ever did too.” He laughed.
	“Wh-why are you doing this…?” Lisia decided to chance talking now that Bruce was out of the picture to try and reason with Rick.
	He laughed at her. “Why do you think? Dumb broad. Figures they don’t make you idols smart though. It’s simple, we’re doing this because sex feels good. Now keep your fucking mouth shut— I want to fuck you, not talk to you. I don’t like hitting women as much as Bruce does, but I’ll do it if I have to shut you up.”
	Lisia decided not to take him up on that threat. Rick both pressed her body into the couch and pulled her head back. He didn’t move as fast as Bruce when he was fucking her, and seemed to be savoring the feeling of being inside her.
	Rick let go of Lisia and began stroking her thighs. Lisia shuddered. It actually felt good, although under the current circumstances it was far from enjoyable. Nevertheless, Lisia couldn’t stop herself from letting out a small moan.
	Rick chuckled. “Starting to get into this, huh? You’re welcome to stay here with me if you want. I’d be more than willing to let you stick around. To be honest, at the end of the day sex is a lot more fun when the other person is as into it as you. I mean, it’s a lot less work to just drug some girl at a bar, take her home, have my way with her, and dump her out on the street somewhere, but if you’re up for just being my lover, I wouldn’t turn it down.”
	“What are you blabbering about?” Bruce, who had returned with a beer, asked as he walked back into the room.
	“I’m just letting her know that if she ever finds herself craving sex that she’s always welcome to come to me,” Rick answered with a laugh.
	“And you call me an idiot…” Bruce sat down on the couch and casually drank his beer as if there wasn’t a girl getting raped right next to him.
	Rick chuckled, then went back to fucking Lisia. With Bruce back in the room, Rick focused on finishing up with Lisia. He grabbed her by the hips and started to hammer into her. It was only a few minutes before Rick blew his load inside Lisia with a grunt. He lingered for a few moments before finally pulling out of her.
	After Rick was free of Lisia, Bruce bent down to pick up her panties that had fallen to the floor at some point. Before Rick could ask what he was doing Bruce grabbed Lisia by her head and shoved the panties in her mouth. He grabbed a roll of packing tape that he had apparently taken from the kitchen and began wrapping it around Lisia’s mouth. Rick shot Bruce a questioning look.
	“I thought about what you said. You were right: this is too big for us. We can’t just let her go free after this. We’d probably have to leave Hoenn at least. We need to take her out of the picture,” Bruce explained.
	“What do you have in mind?”
	Wordlessly, Bruce showed Rick a knife— it was obvious he had left to get more than a drink when he excused himself earlier. Lisia tried to make some kind of protest, but with her mouth taped over it was pointless. She also tried squirming away, which was equally fruitless, since Bruce still had his other hand on her.
	“You serious? Why not just dump her off on some old pervert looking for a sex slave or something? We would even make some money that way, and I bet someone as cute as her would be worth some good money. Plus she’s a famous contest idol. We’d get a lot for her because of that I’d think: not every day you get someone famous to suck your dick whenever you want.”
	“Her being famous would make it harder for us to get her off our hands. The sex trade is a lot more complicated than you think. It’d be easiest to just kill her and dispose of the body discreetly. I know a guy who can take care of that for us— they’ll never find her after he’s done with her.
	“You’re really sure this is the best way to go?” Rick didn’t try to hide the fact that he was hesitant.
	“If it bothers you so much go take a leak or something, I’ll be done with her before you get back.
	“No seriously, how is killing her make it easier?”
	“Because if she’s alive we have to keep her until she’s sold. We’d have to feed her and make sure she stays clean and pretty for any clients. Plus if they come looking for her and somehow manage to trace her back to us we’re fucked if we actually have her on us somewhere. And like I said, her being famous makes it harder on us. She’d stand out too much— it would make transporting her a lot more difficult. Any buyers would be too wary about getting caught, so we’d need to undersell if we wanted to get rid of her before anyone connected the dots.”
	Rick silently mulled over what Bruce had said.
	“Okay, you win. Let’s get this over with,” He said.
	Suddenly Lisia flailed. She managed to get free of Bruce’s grip on her and tried to make a break. Unfortunately, she wasn’t even close to fast enough. She couldn’t even get off the couch before Bruce managed to get his hand on Lisia’s ankle, which meant that the momentum she got from trying to launch herself off the couch only succeeded in sending her right to the floor. She hit it with a hard thud.
	“Stupid bitch,” Bruce grunted as he picked her back up.
	She was dazed now, and the closest thing to protesting she could do was cry as Bruce brought the knife to her throat.
	It was over in one swift motion. A single jet of blood splashed across the room before Bruce covered the wound with his hand to keep any more of the hot, sticky liquid from painting the room. Lisia twitched feebly for a little while, then went completely still.
	Neither man had anything to say for a little while.
	Eventually, Bruce broke the silence.
	“Get a towel to start cleaning up all this blood. I’ll call my buddy while you’re doing that.”
	“All right,” Rick said. He felt like he was going to be sick.
	Rick did as he was told, and by the time the sun came up you would never know what had gone on that night. Bruce’s plan went down without a hitch, and the two men were never caught.