Hilda

The rustling grass of Route 10 was the only sound for miles. Hilda, now older, tougher, and wearing the comfortable, travel-worn look of a seasoned Trainer, was on her way back to Nimbasa City. Her team was spent from a day of training, resting in their Poké Balls. It was the most vulnerable a Trainer could be.

She was refilling her canteen at a stream when the trap sprang.

A net, weighted and reinforced with synthetic fibers designed to resist fire and blade, dropped from the canopy above. It wasn't meant for Pokémon—it was meant for her. Instincts honed across two regions kicked in. She rolled, but the net was too wide. It caught her, tangling her limbs. With a furious cry, she reached for her belt.

"Emboar, I cho—!"

A dart, fired from a high-pressure launcher hidden in the bushes, struck her shoulder. It wasn't poison, but a potent, fast-acting neuromuscular paralytic derived from Tangela vines—specifically engineered to affect humans, not Pokémon.

Her command turned into a gasp. A cold, tingling numbness spread from the impact site with terrifying speed. Her fingers, moments from releasing her starter's Poké Ball, went slack and useless. The strength drained from her legs. She collapsed to her knees within the net, the weight of it bearing her down.

"Good. She's primed," a voice muttered from the treeline.

Hilda’s mind screamed. Her spirit, the one that had faced down Legendary Pokémon and tyrannical syndicates, burned fiercely. She tried to shout, to thrash, but her body was no longer her own. The paralytic locked her muscles in a heavy, helpless stasis. Her vision remained clear, sharp with rage and defiance, but she couldn't so much as twitch a finger.

Figures emerged—not Team Plasma grunts, but something new, clad in sleek, grey tactical gear. Professionals. One checked her vitals with a scanner. Another carefully, almost respectfully, detached her Poké Ball belt, placing it in a sealed case.

"Subject secured. High physical resilience, as expected. Paralytic is holding at 94% efficacy."

They worked quickly, efficiently. They didn't gloat or monologue. They simply folded the net around her immobilized form and lifted her onto a waiting stretcher. Hilda could only stare up at the patch of darkening sky through the trees, her mind racing with plans, with fury, with the names of every Pokémon she would call upon the second this wore off.

But for now, all she could do was watch, trapped in the prison of her own body, as she was carried away from the wild routes she called home.

Hour later.

Hilda is wide awake the whole time. Hilda was begin taken somewhere and she was tied up currently.

Hilda was in full body transplant latex clothing from neck ho toe. Hilda was in black straightjacket. Her arms encased using STRAIGHTJACKET.

Next, Hilda was at bed like trolley. A leather strap tied over Her waist. Her legs at crouching position. Legs spread wide. Leather strap tied over her legs. Thigs and ankles, middle of thigs and calf, above and below knees strapped together tightly.

Next, a Hitachi magic wand resting between her leg's, support by her toes. A zipper was also at croth.

A head harness muzzle gag was put inside Hilda mouth. Gag mask tied behind her head, also going above her head though nose and cap at head. A large black dildo was put inside muzzle gag with black fiber wire connected to dildo back and gag so dildo don't get lost.

Hilda: "NGmphh"

The trolley Hilda was tied up in charge was you. The place around was empty as always.

Hilda tied up and gagged now at your mercy. So what will you do now?