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"Well, well, well," Kyra's assailant growled in an unfriendly voice as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. "Looks like I caught myself a little Poke-trespasser."

Kyra swallowed hard. She had been convinced that the building she entered was completely unoccupied. Because of that, she had given no thought to the chance that she might be caught trespassing on someone else's property.

Now here she was, in a dark, empty building, alone with the angry owner -- who was more than twice her size.

She was definitely in big trouble.

The man glared down at Kyra. "What the hell are you doing in here?" he snarled. "Don't you have any respect for private property?"

"I... I'm sorry!" Kyra stammered out. "I didn't mean any harm, honest! Me and my friends were just playing Pokemon Go, and I was just trying to get to the PokeStop in here!"

She held up her phone, which showed the PokeStop, as proof. "Here, look!" she said.

Kyra's confession did nothing to calm the man down. "A PokeStop, huh?" he hissed. "You broke into my place to find a fucking PokeStop?"

Kyra gulped, and nodded.

"Fuck!" the man yelled. "Let me tell you something, missy," said, as he began to pace about. "You goddamn Pokemon brats run around outside my place all fucking day. You yell and laugh and make all sorts of noise. You idiots don't care if you bother the people who live here or not. You little bastards mess up the place, leave trash all over the street, and write shit all over my walls!"

Kyra listened to the man's outburst with growing dread. Despite her fear, she kept glancing towards the open doorway, waiting for a chance to escape.

The man suddenly stopped his pacing and glared at Kyra.

"And now, you've gone too far. You actually broke into my place! And for a fucking PokeStop! That's the last straw!"

Leaning over towards Kyra, he growled, "You need to be taught a lesson."

That was the chance Kyra was waiting for. With the man away from the door, she jumped up and sprinted for the open doorway.

"What the fuck?" the man yelled in surprise. "Come back here!"

Not daring to look back, Kyra turned down the corridor and ran down the passageway towards the room with the exit. Leaping across the pipes that still lay on the floor, she grabbed hold of the latch and pulled.

The door was locked.

"No, no, NO!" Kyra cried out. She rattled the latch violently, hoping the door would open, then looked around frantically for the lock.

"Looking for this?" a smug voice came from behind her.

Kyra spun around, her heart hammering in her chest. The man stood at the doorway on the other end of the room, a ring of keys in his hand.

"You didn't think I'd leave that door unlocked once I found out someone had broken in, did you?" he smirked, rattling the keys. "Give it up, girl. You're not getting out of here."

In response, Kyra spun around and began hammering on the door with her fists. "Help!" she yelled. "Help me, please! Somebody, anybody! I'm being kid--MMMPH!"

A large hand clamped over Kyra's mouth, cutting off her screams. At the same time, a thick arm wrapped itself around her body, pinning her arms to her sides.

Kyra struggled furiously, but she was no match for her captor. She was lifted off her feet, and carried back inside the building.

Desperate to free herself, Kyra lashed out with her feet, using the heels of her boots to kick against her abductor's shins. The man grunted in pain, but continued to drag her away.

Descending a flight of stairs, they entered what looked to be a basement boiler room. The man set Kyra down, then gave her a slap across her face with his meaty hand, sending the girl sprawling on the floor.

"Those kicks hurt, you little bitch!" he snarled, rubbing his legs.

Grabbing a large, heavy pipe wrench from a shelf, he swung it against a steam pipe, making an ear-splitting, metallic bang that echoed across the room.

Shrieking in fright, Kyra curled herself up into a protective ball, fearing the worst. The man pointed the wrench at Kyra and snapped, "Those boots. Take them off NOW!"

Trembling, Kyra did as she was told. She slipped the boots off her legs, leaving her barefoot on the metal plates that served as the floor of the room.

The man picked up the boots and tossed them over to a corner of the room. Turning back to Kyra, he said, "Now strip. Take your clothes off."

Kyra's eyes grew wide with shock. "No, please," she pleaded. "Please don't do this."

In reply, the man swung the wrench downwards, this time smashing one of the wooden crates on the floor. Kyra screamed as pieces of wood flew off from the impact.

"Okay, okay!" she sobbed. "I'll do it. Please don't hurt me!"

Dropping her backpack to the floor, Kyra slipped off her vest and tossed it over her bag. She plucked her cap from her head and placed it on top of her backpack as well, then fumbled for the clasp on her skirt. Unzipping the garment, she let it drop down to her feet before pushing it to one side.

Now just in her tank top and panties, she pulled off the top hesitantly, then clasped the cloth in front of her chest to hide her breasts from sight. She glanced up at her tormentor, who was watching her carefully, praying he would not order her to go any further.

"Stay there and behave yourself," the man said. He turned and walked out of the basement room and up the stairs, returning a minute later with an old wooden chair and a toolbox.

Setting the chair down on the floor and the toolbox beside it, he pointed to the chair and said, "Sit down, and put your hands behind your back."

Hesitantly, Kyra approached the chair and sat down, still holding her tube top against her chest. Impatiently, the man snatched up the cloth and tossed it aside, then grabbed Kyra's hands and wrenched the back behind the chair.

"Ow!" Kyra cried out. "That hurt, you asshole!"

Ignoring Kyra's complaints, the man grabbed a length of rope from among several coils inside the toolbox. Unravelling the cord, he made a simple loop, tied it over Kyra's wrists, and knotted it off. He then began to wrap the rest of the rope tightly around her arms, taking care to knot everything off once he was done.

Taking another coil of rope and a utility knife, he cut the cord in half and began to tie Kyra's upper and lower arms at the elbows to the back of the chair, using each half for each side. Kyra grunted in pain several times during the process -- the ropes pinched, and he was tying her arms too tightly for comfort!

As the man began to root around the toolbox for more rope, Kyra gave her bonds an experimental tug. To her dismay, she found that she was securely bound to the chair. Whoever the bastard was, he knew how to tie a knot.

"You don't have to do this, you know," Kyra said as she watched the man unravel another coil of rope. "If you let me go, I won't tell anyone what happened here. I'll just-- OW! What the hell are you doing?" she cried as her left leg was pulled towards the back of the chair.

"You talk too much, you know?" the man grumbled as he began looping rope around Kyra's ankle before tying it to the back of the chair. Once done, he grabbed her right leg and repeated the process, leaving Kyra with her legs bound and spread far apart, exposing her crimson Team Valor panties.

Her fear now replaced with anger at being stripped and bound in such a humiliating manner, Kyra began yelling at the man as he turned back to his toolbox.

"Hey. HEY! I'm talking to you! Let me go, you hear me? You're taking this too far!"

Kyra watched as the man stood up, keeping his back to her. "You got that?" she pressed on. "Let. Me. GO!"

The man finally turned around, and Kyra's eyes grew wide in disbelief. He was holding a roll of duct tape, and was pulling a strip from it.

"Like I said, you talk too much," the man said. Tearing the strip off the roll of tape, he slapped it over Kyra's mouth, pressing down on it carefully with his hands to make sure it stuck properly. "That should keep you quiet for a while."

"Mmm... MMMNN!" Kyra screamed into her gag. Pulling her head away from the man's hands, she shook her head from side to side in the desperate hope of loosening the tape.

The man watched Kyra's struggles in amusement for a while. He then walked over to the pile of clothes she left behind. Picking up her red Team Valor cap, he dusted it off and set it firmly over Kyra's head.

"There we go," he said triumphantly. "One Redcapetto captured!"

"Fggh yhh!" Kyra growled, giving him a defiant glare in return.

The sudden chime of her phone signalling an incoming message caught their attention, and both of them turned to look over where Kyra left her phone.

The man went over to pick up the phone, then walked back to stand beside Kyra. Looking down, he tapped the device to begin reading the message.

"It's a message from someone named Natalie," he said.

Kyra's heart leaped in hope. Were the girls worried about her disappearance? Would they be calling the police for help?

"Mmm-hmm. 'Kyra', huh? Is that your name?" the man asked, glancing at her.

"MMMPH!" Kyra growled. She glared at her captor, who had gone back to reading the rest of Natalie's message.

"Well now, Kyra," the man said as he slipped her phone into his pocket. "Natalie says that she still can't find this PokeStop, and she's thinking of going back to look for Angel. Is this 'Angel' another friend of yours?"

He paused, and smiled predatorily. "Better yet... are they as pretty as you?"

Kyra's eyes went wide, and she thrashed against her bonds in fury.

The man smiled. "I'll take that as a 'yes'," he grinned. Walking to the door, he stopped and gave Kyra a backward glance.

"Since your friends are looking so hard for this place, I'd better make sure they find it so that they can join you." He paused, and gave a snicker of dark amusement.

"Besides," he chuckled, "you gotta catch 'em all, right?"

Laughing at his little joke, he left the basement room, leaving Kyra alone, bound, and gagged in the darkness.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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"Well, well, well," Kyra's assailant growled in an unfriendly voice as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. "Looks like I caught myself a little Poke-trespasser."

Kyra swallowed hard. She had been convinced that the building she entered was completely unoccupied. Because of that, she had given no thought to the chance that she might be caught trespassing on someone else's property.

Now here she was, in a dark, empty building, alone with the angry owner -- who was more than twice her size.

She was definitely in big trouble.

The man glared down at Kyra. "What the hell are you doing in here?" he snarled. "Don't you have any respect for private property?"

"I... I'm sorry!" Kyra stammered out. "I didn't mean any harm, honest! Me and my friends were just playing Pokemon Go, and I was just trying to get to the PokeStop in here!"

She held up her phone, which showed the PokeStop, as proof. "Here, look!" she said.

Kyra's confession did nothing to calm the man down. "A PokeStop, huh?" he hissed. "You broke into my place to find a fucking PokeStop?"

Kyra gulped, and nodded.

"Fuck!" the man yelled. "Let me tell you something, missy," said, as he began to pace about. "You goddamn Pokemon brats run around outside my place all fucking day. You yell and laugh and make all sorts of noise. You idiots don't care if you bother the people who live here or not. You little bastards mess up the place, leave trash all over the street, and write shit all over my walls!"

Kyra listened to the man's outburst with growing dread. Despite her fear, she kept glancing towards the open doorway, waiting for a chance to escape.

The man suddenly stopped his pacing and glared at Kyra.

"And now, you've gone too far. You actually broke into my place! And for a fucking PokeStop! That's the last straw!"

Leaning over towards Kyra, he growled, "You need to be taught a lesson."

That was the chance Kyra was waiting for. With the man away from the door, she jumped up and sprinted for the open doorway.

"What the fuck?" the man yelled in surprise. "Come back here!"

Not daring to look back, Kyra turned down the corridor and ran down the passageway towards the room with the exit. Leaping across the pipes that still lay on the floor, she grabbed hold of the latch and pulled.

The door was locked.

"No, no, NO!" Kyra cried out. She rattled the latch violently, hoping the door would open, then looked around frantically for the lock.

"Looking for this?" a smug voice came from behind her.

Kyra spun around, her heart hammering in her chest. The man stood at the doorway on the other end of the room, a ring of keys in his hand.

"You didn't think I'd leave that door unlocked once I found out someone had broken in, did you?" he smirked, rattling the keys. "Give it up, girl. You're not getting out of here."

In response, Kyra spun around and began hammering on the door with her fists. "Help!" she yelled. "Help me, please! Somebody, anybody! I'm being kid--MMMPH!"

A large hand clamped over Kyra's mouth, cutting off her screams. At the same time, a thick arm wrapped itself around her body, pinning her arms to her sides.

Kyra struggled furiously, but she was no match for her captor. She was lifted off her feet, and carried back inside the building.

Desperate to free herself, Kyra lashed out with her feet, using the heels of her boots to kick against her abductor's shins. The man grunted in pain, but continued to drag her away.

Descending a flight of stairs, they entered what looked to be a basement boiler room. The man set Kyra down, then gave her a slap across her face with his meaty hand, sending the girl sprawling on the floor.

"Those kicks hurt, you little bitch!" he snarled, rubbing his legs.

Grabbing a large, heavy pipe wrench from a shelf, he swung it against a steam pipe, making an ear-splitting, metallic bang that echoed across the room.

Shrieking in fright, Kyra curled herself up into a protective ball, fearing the worst. The man pointed the wrench at Kyra and snapped, "Those boots. Take them off NOW!"

Trembling, Kyra did as she was told. She slipped the boots off her legs, leaving her barefoot on the metal plates that served as the floor of the room.

The man picked up the boots and tossed them over to a corner of the room. Turning back to Kyra, he said, "Now strip. Take your clothes off."

Kyra's eyes grew wide with shock. "No, please," she pleaded. "Please don't do this."

In reply, the man swung the wrench downwards, this time smashing one of the wooden crates on the floor. Kyra screamed as pieces of wood flew off from the impact.

"Okay, okay!" she sobbed. "I'll do it. Please don't hurt me!"

Dropping her backpack to the floor, Kyra slipped off her vest and tossed it over her bag. She plucked her cap from her head and placed it on top of her backpack as well, then fumbled for the clasp on her skirt. Unzipping the garment, she let it drop down to her feet before pushing it to one side.

Now just in her tank top and panties, she pulled off the top hesitantly, then clasped the cloth in front of her chest to hide her breasts from sight. She glanced up at her tormentor, who was watching her carefully, praying he would not order her to go any further.

"Stay there and behave yourself," the man said. He turned and walked out of the basement room and up the stairs, returning a minute later with an old wooden chair and a toolbox.

Setting the chair down on the floor and the toolbox beside it, he pointed to the chair and said, "Sit down, and put your hands behind your back."

Hesitantly, Kyra approached the chair and sat down, still holding her tube top against her chest. Impatiently, the man snatched up the cloth and tossed it aside, then grabbed Kyra's hands and wrenched the back behind the chair.

"Ow!" Kyra cried out. "That hurt, you asshole!"

Ignoring Kyra's complaints, the man grabbed a length of rope from among several coils inside the toolbox. Unravelling the cord, he made a simple loop, tied it over Kyra's wrists, and knotted it off. He then began to wrap the rest of the rope tightly around her arms, taking care to knot everything off once he was done.

Taking another coil of rope and a utility knife, he cut the cord in half and began to tie Kyra's upper and lower arms at the elbows to the back of the chair, using each half for each side. Kyra grunted in pain several times during the process -- the ropes pinched, and he was tying her arms too tightly for comfort!

As the man began to root around the toolbox for more rope, Kyra gave her bonds an experimental tug. To her dismay, she found that she was securely bound to the chair. Whoever the bastard was, he knew how to tie a knot.

"You don't have to do this, you know," Kyra said as she watched the man unravel another coil of rope. "If you let me go, I won't tell anyone what happened here. I'll just-- OW! What the hell are you doing?" she cried as her left leg was pulled towards the back of the chair.

"You talk too much, you know?" the man grumbled as he began looping rope around Kyra's ankle before tying it to the back of the chair. Once done, he grabbed her right leg and repeated the process, leaving Kyra with her legs bound and spread far apart, exposing her crimson Team Valor panties.

Her fear now replaced with anger at being stripped and bound in such a humiliating manner, Kyra began yelling at the man as he turned back to his toolbox.

"Hey. HEY! I'm talking to you! Let me go, you hear me? You're taking this too far!"

Kyra watched as the man stood up, keeping his back to her. "You got that?" she pressed on. "Let. Me. GO!"

The man finally turned around, and Kyra's eyes grew wide in disbelief. He was holding a roll of duct tape, and was pulling a strip from it.

"Like I said, you talk too much," the man said. Tearing the strip off the roll of tape, he slapped it over Kyra's mouth, pressing down on it carefully with his hands to make sure it stuck properly. "That should keep you quiet for a while."

"Mmm... MMMNN!" Kyra screamed into her gag. Pulling her head away from the man's hands, she shook her head from side to side in the desperate hope of loosening the tape.

The man watched Kyra's struggles in amusement for a while. He then walked over to the pile of clothes she left behind. Picking up her red Team Valor cap, he dusted it off and set it firmly over Kyra's head.

"There we go," he said triumphantly. "One Redcapetto captured!"

"Fggh yhh!" Kyra growled, giving him a defiant glare in return.

The sudden chime of her phone signalling an incoming message caught their attention, and both of them turned to look over where Kyra left her phone.

The man went over to pick up the phone, then walked back to stand beside Kyra. Looking down, he tapped the device to begin reading the message.

"It's a message from someone named Natalie," he said.

Kyra's heart leaped in hope. Were the girls worried about her disappearance? Would they be calling the police for help?

"Mmm-hmm. 'Kyra', huh? Is that your name?" the man asked, glancing at her.

"MMMPH!" Kyra growled. She glared at her captor, who had gone back to reading the rest of Natalie's message.

"Well now, Kyra," the man said as he slipped her phone into his pocket. "Natalie says that she still can't find this PokeStop, and she's thinking of going back to look for Angel. Is this 'Angel' another friend of yours?"

He paused, and smiled predatorily. "Better yet... are they as pretty as you?"

Kyra's eyes went wide, and she thrashed against her bonds in fury.

The man smiled. "I'll take that as a 'yes'," he grinned. Walking to the door, he stopped and gave Kyra a backward glance.

"Since your friends are looking so hard for this place, I'd better make sure they find it so that they can join you." He paused, and gave a snicker of dark amusement.

"Besides," he chuckled, "you gotta catch 'em all, right?"

Laughing at his little joke, he left the basement room, leaving Kyra alone, bound, and gagged in the darkness.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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