pink jerk x trainer guy aka god I'm so sorry

A grin. His grin. The grin of a sly trick pulled off without a hitch, to specify, this trick was blackmail. A simple trick, but devious nonetheless, enough dirt to put someone away in jail for quite some time. Not just anybody, but one of the largest popular figures within the Kalos region, Malva the magnificent reporter, also one of the Elite four. The one who bore the grin was a boy, a trainer she had fought in the past numerous times and much to her increasing hatred, had defeated her every single time. He was simply dressed, a red hat with a blue jacket accompanying a plain white shirt, despite his prominence as a trainer he blended into a crowd fairly easily.

Malva strode towards the boy in a calm dignified manner, turning heads as she almost glided across, occasionally someone nearby would stop to take a picture of their idol. This arranged meeting was blown off by her until a few snippets of recording were presented, an exchange between her and the police regarding ties to a particular criminal group that had recently been disbanded. The thought broke her solid visage for a brief second, prompting a wider grin from her tormentor as she closed in.
As outlined to her via a simple message, she was to mimic a generic relationship with him while following whatever directions given. The prospect would be a gossip inducing mess but compared to the social suicide of being a criminal it was preferred. She could handle it, one day that she could blow off with time.

Malva stopped in front of her Master-for-the-day, hesitant to speak. A few moments of silence passed before the trainer in front of her gave a sickening greeting.

"Glad you could make it."

A smile was plastered on his face, but Malva could see the underlying maliciousness to it all, slightly churning her stomach. Before she could make a reply, her arm was quickly yanked to the side and suddenly she was walking arm-in-arm with the boy down a busy street. Stares were all Malva could perceive, each one regardless of intent felt like a personal attack on her, she directed her attention to the ground to try and null the pain. It wasn't long before she could hear the obvious clicks of cameras and stifled gasps. Her partner walked on blissfully unaware, or perhaps soaking in the attention being received, drinking in each reaction of the crowd ambling by.

They walked for what felt like hours, an exaggeration of Malva's damaged ego. The younger boy had abruptly stopped in front of a fast-food restaurant, dragging his captive inside with him. Another fake smile made its presence on his face as he turned to her.
"Want anything - Sweetheart?"

He hung on that word, it stung to hear. Malva, still in a defensive state of shock, couldn't reply nor had she wanted to. He hummed a laugh at her silence and plainly asked for two of the same cheap burger meals, and a curious order of one milkshake. Pulling a chair out politely for his date, the boy sat opposite her, smiling all the way. A meager attempt was made at eating on Malva's part, though from the earlier embarrassment her stomach had practically knotted.

"You're very pretty, you know that?"

Malva said nothing. Her date's pleasant facade broke for an instant, shooting her a glare.

"Th-Thank you."

It didn't seem like the response he wanted but his face shifted back into an agreeable smile, and turned his attention to finish his meal. Stopping short of the fries, he picked one up, looking between it and the woman in front of him. He stuck it out towards her and sounded an "Aah", with a trembling mouth she leaned forward to take the offering. A few girls nearby giggled at the lovey-doveyness of it all. Taking note, Calem began to do the same with the rest of the bits of potato, one after the other feeding Malva like a child.

Calem seemed to quickly bore of that and adjusted the drink he purchased earlier to the center of the table. Then, he produced two bent straws. The realization crawled to Malva. He couldn't, he wouldn't dare.

He placed the two straws straight into the milkshake, directing one at his lover. In a stereotypical fashion he rested his head on his hands and began to drink, a small stare prompted Malva to do the same. Another choir of cameras started up to the romantic sight. Malva was  chugging at this point to end the horrible scenario.

After cleaning up their table and returning outside, the pink-haired slave obediently stuck her elbow out in expectation of the previous walk. Instead she felt an arm snake its way around her neck, landing a palm directly on her left breast. Malva snapped her neck at Calem peering over her orange tinted glasses, and began a sentence through her teeth

"Get your hand off, runt, NOW."

A hiss bit at her ear in response, "A criminal has no choices. Step in line."

The intruding hand squeezed at her tit before relaxing, an annoyed moan briefly left the woman's lips, desperately trying to mask it as a grunt of disapproval. The couple started their walk again, a few red faces watched the overly touchy walk. Rounding a corner, Calem suddenly stopped. His right hand shot out at her neck, forcing her head to face him, planting a kiss right on her lips.  Malva's eyes widened in surprise, turning to anger she placed her hand on his shoulder to shove Calem off but beared with it due to the possibility of spilt secrets. To the public this looked like an act of pure love, two persons embracing one another in joy. The boy's head pulled back, causing a small pop as their mouths left one another. A smack ringed through the air after their passionate kiss, Calem’s hand planted itself on her asscheek. Malva could die at any moment, she hadn't expected this amount of public molestation, her reputation was withering every second with this boy.

"Are you sure you're not enjoying this?" Calem asked.

"Shut up you little creep." Malva huffed.

That conversation seemed to direct their next movements, as Calem suddenly veered off the path they were walking to a nearby worn bench. Pushing Malva onto the bench, Calem plopped down alongside her, he moved his head forward for another kiss. This time however, a wet slimy tongue slithered its way into her mouth in a sloppy mess of a French kiss. Malva didn't dare venture forward with her own tongue, Calem's probing muscle explored all around her sweet mouth with no resistance. During their extreme passionate kiss a small crowd began to form, snaring his chance Calem moved a hand downwards, rubbing against Malva's hot groin. She began to squirm under hand and tongue, the crowd only adding to the unbearable scene. Another hand forced more of Malva's mouth against Calem's.

Retracting the poking limbs, the couple shared a few moments of intense breathing that died down. Calem picked Malva back up from the bench, crowd still in awe over the public show. "I think we gave a good show, you were such a good slut", Calem hummed happily. Malva only gave a grunt as a reply and turned her head away, face burning red in both anger and embarrassment.
The rest of the day was much of the same, parading around an enslaved Trophy, crowds glued to a celebrity that once dominated their media being pulled along by a noticeably younger male.

One of the long strolls was broken up by a pause and a tug. Calem gestured at an alleyway, “This way” he said in a lowered voice. Malva was thoroughly broken in, and followed wordlessly expecting another event of public embarrassment.A forceful shove against a hard damp wall broke Malva out of her subservient trance, Calem came from behind and began to grind up against her.“What the fuck do you think you're d-“ she was cut short by the familiar voice of a police officer interrogation, Malva bit her lip and closed her eyes trying to ignore the situation.

In-between simple humping came a blunt pain on her rear accompanying a dull smacking.  The pain turned sharp as her red pants were slowly lowered by exploratory hands, moving onto grabbing her bare buttocks. A faint zipping could be heard as hot flesh pushed against Malva’s thighs, Calem began thrusting at her, rubbing his dick on her panties and in turn her now wetting pussy. An arm shot up under her shirt, pushing past Malva’s bra, tender fleshed revealed to a groping hand that pulled at her nipples painfully.
Calem bent against Malva’s quivering body, pushing his mouth against her neck, speaking gently “You're so soft despite being such a bitch.”

Promptly her panties were tugged downwards, parting lips and a sudden gasp, Calem was fucking her raw. He seemed to make every thrust as forceful as possible, pushing Malva against the wall painfully. Calem removed his hand from Malva’s bust, focusing back on her rear again. Sobbing moans were the most she could produce in the situation, furthered by the repeated abuse on her ass.
A moment of relief came for Malva once her abuser removed his dick, before suddenly plunging back in the wrong hole. Slinking down the wall, Malva was completely bent over, her red pants and underwear now pooling at her ankles. Her head began to sink as well, facing the floor in apathetic defeat, her glasses slipped to the floor.

The meshing of hips continued to the sounds of slapping flesh as Calem’s dick plunged into Malva’s anus. Her tight ass contracted around Calem, a warm wet vise gripping his cock. Both received a sick pleasure from the ass rape, one for getting revenge, the other damning the primal nature of friction in her most private areas. Calem stuck a pair of fingers down Malva's cunt, rubbing in her juices on the tips of them then forced them into Malva's mouth. Her own juices dribbled out of her gasping choking mouth as the odd taste crept through her.

Speeding up his thrusts was a telltale sign of what was approaching.

“Please… don’t” was the only meager reply to the speed. Calem forcefully grabbed at Malva’s head, pushing his entire body against her with the tide of hot spunk moving into her rectum. Calem released his grip and pulled out his dick, trailing semen out of her stretched out hole, her anus began to close, cum leaking down her previously fucked snatch.

Malva collapsed. “Defeated already, cunt?” Calem sneered.

Turning the limp woman on the ground, Calem pushed up her shirt and bra, a few snaps later he had another full set of material to cash in. He tossed down the recorded conversation, the precious material that made the whole thing possible, it clattered in front of Malva’s dead eyes.

“Won't need that anymore” he said “It sure was fun, ciao.” Calem waved his camera back at the mess that laid in the alley. Fluids began to seep into the ground, splotches of semen and droplets of tears.