Officer Jenny, who had barely managed any real rest while Ash used Jessie, now stood trembling again.
Her long, toned legs shook inside her tall black police heels. Her matching officer cap had slipped sideways on her sweaty hair.
Ash stepped behind her, smiling softly.
"Just one more time, Officer Jenny... then you'll be my slave, just like Nurse Joy.
He placed a warm hand on her lower back, fingers resting gently against her skin.
"You can probably see the slave mark on Nurse Joy right now, it's right here, just above her vagina."
Ash leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear.
His fingers traced a slow, deliberate circle on Officer Jenny's bare lower belly, right in that soft spot just above her mound, exactly where the mark would appear itself into her skin.
"Yours will be in the exact same place... very soon," he whispered, voice gentle and certain.
The words hit her like ice water.
Her whole body started trembling harder, completely uncontrollable now.
She wasn't just being raped anymore.
She had been forcibly impregnated... and now she was going to be branded, as his slave.
The memory of two women from last night flashed in her mind, those two women smiling, cuddling him, helping him, acting like they loved it.
Is that really going to be me..?
The thought made her cry with pure terror.
Her legs shook so badly the heels of her police boots scraped against the floor.
Tears spilled faster, hot and helpless.
Nurse Joy heard him and strained against the ropes, twisting just enough to glance down.
She caught a quick glimpse of faint black lines tattooed on her lower belly, right above her pussy.
Her skin prickled with sudden dread.
When did it appear...? Did he draw it... while I was unconscious...?
She didn't want to believe it.
If he really had the power to brand women like this... then why was she still tied up?
These thoughts made her feel sick and lost.
If the mark was real... she was already his. The ropes didn't matter anymore.
If the mark was fake... then what worse things would he do to break her or to make her obedient?
She couldn't even picture it. A tiny, scared part of her almost hoped the mark was real. Because then the
pain would have an end.
Then she could stop waiting for something even more awful. Tears fell quietly.
She felt small and completely helpless.
Officer Jenny started shaking harder.
Even though her mind was foggy and tired, every instinct screamed at her: Get away! Run! Don't let him do this!
But the ropes held her tight. She couldn't move an inch.
Ash pressed his body against her back, hands sliding down to squeeze her firm, sexy ass.
He was already picturing the next time, how perfect it would be to have Jenny in a Reverse Cowgirl: her back to him, facing away, legs spread wide so her sexy butts moving up and down...
Shaking his head with a smile, Ash focused on the thick pink plug buried deep in Officer Jenny's ass.
He wrapped his fingers firmly around the flat base and started pulling, slow and steady, letting her feel every inch of it moving.
The wide, bulbous part stretched her red, swollen ring wider for a moment, forcing it to open with a soft strain.
A low, wet pop echoed as the fattest section finally slipped past the tightest point.
Her hole gaped open for a second, dark and dry inside from hours of being stretched.
Then it fluttered weakly, the puffy anus trembling as it slowly tried to close, shrinking little by little until only a small, angry-red skin remained, still twitching from the sudden emptiness.
Officer Jenny let out a long, muffled whimper, her legs shaking harder.
The sudden emptiness felt strange and cold after hours of being filled, and the cool air on her stretched anus made her whole body shiver.
Ash didn't wait..
His cock was still wet and shiny from Jessie's cum and his own thick loads.
He lined the swollen head up with her slightly open anal hole and pushed forward, Because the plug had kept her stretched all night, the head slipped in easier than expected.
It was still tight, her anus stretched wide around his thickness.
He groaned softly as her hot, tight walls gripped him, so much narrower and hotter than her pussy.
Jenny's eyes snapped wide open.
A sharp, high "MMMMMMHH!!" tore from behind the soaked gag.
The sudden fullness burned deep inside her ass, a hot, stretching ache that spread through her hips.
It hurt, but her body was so exhausted, so completely worn out, that the pain felt distant, almost numb.
She was even too tired to scream properly.
All she could do was hang there in the ropes, shaking, tears spilling silently as his cock entered inside her.
Ash started slow, long, deep strokes, letting her feel every thick inch slide in and out.
Each time he pulled back, her tight walls dragged along his shaft like they didn't want to let go, and when he pushed in again the cum still inside her pussy got pushed out in warm white drops that trickled down her thighs.
He sped up gradually, hips slapping against her ass with a steady rhythm.
The burning pain slowly melted into a strange, heavy, full pressure that made her head spin and her breath come in short, muffled gasps.
Her hips started moving on their own, tiny little jerks at first, then bigger, rocking back to meet him even though she hated it.
Ash saw it and his eyes lit up with excitement.
He gave her ass a sharp, loud slap.
The sudden sting made her whole body shake and inside her ass the walls clenched hard around him, squeezing his cock like a fist.
He groaned, loving how the slap made her grip him tighter.
SLAP, SLAP...
The sharp sounds echoed louder and louder through the room, one stinging slap after another landing on her already-red cheeks.
Each impact made her whole body jerk forward in the ropes, and inside her ass her hot walls clamped down around his cock like a snake, squeezing him tighter with every hit.
Time passed.
Ash's breathing grew ragged and rough.
He gripped her hips tight, fingers digging deep into her soft red flesh and slammed forward one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go in her ass, the swollen head pressed hard against her deepest wall.
Jenny's whole body twitched uncontrollably.
Her eyes rolled back, a broken scream muffled behind the gag as she squirted hard from her pussy, clear transparent fluid gushing out in messy waves.
Ash groaned loud and long, voice shaking.
His cock throbbing inside her ass, flooding her with a thick load of hot, milky-white semen.
As the last spurt left him, a soft pink glow appeared low on her belly, just below her navel.
The slave mark, inside slowly turned from glowing pink to solid black, sinking into her skin, as Ash slowly pulled out.
A new blue message screen popped up in front of Ash.
-x-X-x-
He didn't ignore it this time.
He tapped it with a wide, excited smile.
[Ding! Ding!
Mission Complete: Make Officer Jenny your slave
Reward: Pokémon Training Space!]
"Pokémon Training space, it seems interesting." Ash clicked for more details.
[Pokémon Training Space:
Can train up to 6 Pokémon (host's and his slaves Pokémon only).
Note: Capture more Jennys to upgrade the ability and unlock more slots]
Ash's eyes lit up.
Another perfect reward.
Ash tapped the air again and Officer Jenny's status window popped up right in front of him.
[Slave System
Slave: Officer Jenny
Level: 1
Experience: 0/10
Attributes:
- Strength: 1
- Agility: 1
- Stamina: 1/1
- Physique (Chest): C Cup
- Physique (Hips): Mid
Affection: 15%
Pokémon: 1
Next reward at Lv 10
Next Reward (2) Progress: 1/10 Officer Jenny]
Ash's eyes lit up when he saw the second reward line.
There were still extra rewards just for collecting 10 Officer Jennys, separate from the Training Space upgrade!
He looked over at Officer Jenny, still hanging in the ropes.
Her pussy was a complete mess, swollen and red, leaking a steady stream of her own clear juices mixed with thick white rivers of his cum that ran in slow, sticky trails down the inside of her thighs, pooling beneath her black police heels.
Her ass was even worse, gaping slightly, bright red and puffy from the final round, a slow trickle of fresh semen dripping from that hole too, sliding down to join the mess between her legs.
Ash wrapped his arms gently around her waist from behind and pulled her trembling body against his chest in a warm hug.
"Officer Jenny... thank you," he whispered softly against her back.
"The ability you gave me is really."
Jenny heard every word.
Her whole body started shaking harder, she couldn't stop.
Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks in hot, silent rivers.
Because of me... he just got stronger.
Because of me... more women are going to suffer exactly like this.
I didn't just lose... I made the monster worse.
The guilt crushed her chest.
She felt like she had personally upgraded his weapons to hurt more women.
Ash ignored her tears and opened the new Pokémon Training Space.
He had plenty of Pokémon to send in.
He selected six at random from the ones he already owned:
- From Misty: Starmie, Staryu, Goldeen
- From Nurse Joy: two Chansey
- From Officer Jenny: Growlithe
He tried to add one of Jessie's Pokémon just to test, but a red error flashed:
[Pokémon belongs to non-slave. Cannot transfer.]
Jessie still wasn't officially his slave yet,
Curious, he tried to add unhatched Pidgey eggs too.
Same red warning, even louder this time:
[Item is not a Pokémon. Cannot transfer.]
"Guess eggs don't count... only hatched or living Pokémon do."
He closed the window, perfectly happy with the rules.
Everything was working exactly the way he wanted.
He confirmed the six and hit Transfer.
All six Pokémon vanished with their Poké Balls in a soft blue shimmer and appeared inside the Training Space.
New stat windows popped up instantly:
[STARMIE LV. 11
Hydro Pump
Rapid Spin
Swift
Tackle]
[STARYU | LV. 20
Hydro Pump
Rapid Spin
Swift
Recover]
[GOLDEEN LV. 7
Peck
Horn Attack
-Water Pulse
Aqua Ring]
[GROWLITHE | LV. 30
MOVES AVAILABLE FOR TRAINING
Flame Wheel
Bite
Reversal
Double Team
Flamethrower]
[CHANSEY LV. 25
Soft-Boiled
Heal Pulse
Seismic Toss
Double-Edge]
[CHANSEY | LV. 35
Soft-Boiled
Heal Pulse
Egg Bomb
Minimize
Double-Edge]
[Note: Training has started. Please wait to see the results. Make sure sufficient food and water supplies are maintained in system space for continuous training.]
Ash looked over the six Pokémon and their moves, eyes shining with excitement.
How will the Training Space actually work...?
He quickly checked his bag and even Misty's.
There were plenty of Berries, Pokémon food, and fresh water bottles stocked up, more than enough to last for some days.
"Good," he muttered with a grin. "They can train for a while."
He closed the screen and looked toward Jessie, smile widening.
"While they're training... let's keep having fun."
Ash walked slowly toward Jessie, his eyes fixed on her still-dripping pussy.
Transparent fluid continued to leak from her swollen, red folds, running in slow, heavy drops down the inside of her trembling thighs and splattering softly onto the floor beneath her.
Jessie had only managed about twenty minutes of shaky, exhausted rest, her body still trembling from everything Ash had done to her earlier.
Her pale skin was flushed deep pink and glistening with sweat.
Her legs hung weak and shaking inside the tight ropes, barely able to hold her weight.
Her mind was foggy and tired, thoughts slow and scattered, like she was floating in a haze of unwanted pleasure that wouldn't let her think clearly.
Every breath came out shaky, her chest rising and falling fast, tears still drying on her flushed cheeks.
She looked completely worn out, broken, and helpless, hanging there like a used toy waiting for whatever came next.
When his warm hand gently pressed on her lower back, her eyes snapped open wide, fresh panic flooding her tired mind.
No... not again... I'm too tired... please...
Ash smiled gently and gripped the base of the thick red anal plug that had been stretching her all night.
He pulled it out slowly, deliberately, letting her feel every single inch drag against her sore, swollen anus.
The thick starting base stretched her open one last time, forcing the tender red hole to spread wide again with a soft, wet pop that echoed in the quiet room.
Jessie's whole body jerked at the sudden tug. A weak, muffled whimper leaked from her gag as the anal plug finally slipped free.
For a second her hole gaped open, dark from inside, the raw pink flesh twitching helplessly.
Then it fluttered weakly, trying to close, shrinking little by little, but too tired and too stretched from hours of the plug to shut instantly.
It stayed a small, puffy, red circle, pulsing faintly with every shaky breath she took.
Ash didn't let her wait longer.
His cock was still rock hard and from the last round with Officer Jenny.
He pressed the thick head against her slightly open, dry anus and pushed forward slowly.
Because the plug had kept her stretched for so long, the head slipped in easier than expected.
But the dryness still burned, her sore walls scraping against his skin.
Jessie's eyes rolled back.
A high "MMMMM!!!" tore from her gag as sharp pain shot through her.
Her exhausted mind screamed: It hurts... I'm too tired for this... stop... please I beg you....
Ash, who couldn't hear her thoughts, groaned softly, voice warm.
"Jessie... you're still so tight... Uhh"
He started slow, long, careful strokes, letting her feel every inch slide in and out of her dry, aching ass. But it was too dry.
It felt rough and burning for both of them.
Ash could feel her tight walls dragging hard against his bare skin, almost no slickness, just heat and friction.
He stopped for a second, pulled all the way out, then he pushed back in with more force.
His hands gripped her soft, round butt cheeks tight, fingers sinking deep into the warm flesh, spreading her wider with every gentle push so he could watch himself disappear inside her.
Jessie cried out loud in pain, a muffled scream ripping from behind the gag.
Compared to the cold, hard anal plug that had stretched her all night (smooth, unyielding plastic that just sat there), Ash's cock felt completely, terrifyingly different.
It was hot, alive, pulsing with his heartbeat.
The thick veins dragged along her sore walls, the swollen head touching places the toy never reached.
It shook and throbbed inside her, growing even harder with every slow stroke, filling her in a way that was both more painful and strangely more real.
The pain was sharp at first, a burning, tearing stretch that made her whole body tense.
But as he kept going, slow and steady, never rushing, the dryness started to ease.
Her exhausted body finally gave in, betraying her one more time.
Even though there was no lube, the intense pressure and constant friction forced her inner walls to react on their own.
Tiny beads of natural moisture started seeping from the thin, delicate lining deep inside her ass (the same way a mouth waters when something fills it too long).
It wasn't much, just a warm, slippery film, but it was enough.
With every slow thrust the slickness spread, coating Ash's cock little by little, turning the tight burning drag into something smoother, deeper, shamefully bearable.
At first, each deep push felt like a pure, burning hit..
But slowly, so slowly she hated and loved it, the sharp pain started to change.
The burning eased into a heavy, full pressure... then into a warm, confusing glow that spread through her hips and belly.
Her tired body began to answer on its own.
She didn't want to feel it.
She fought it with everything she had left.
But, with every long thrust the ache turned into something else, something that made her breath hitch, made her sore walls flutter, made tiny, unwanted sparks of pleasure flickered inside her even while tears kept rolling down her cheeks.
The heat of his warm cock, the pulse of his veins, the way her stretched anus spread helplessly around him... it all mixed together until pain and unwanted pleasure blurred into one steady, overwhelming sensation she couldn't escape.
Feeling her anal muscles slowly relax and start welcoming him more and more, Ash's smile grew wider.
He sped up gradually, hips slapping softly at first against her warm, soft ass.
SLAP... SLAP... SLAP...
The rhythm quickly turned harder and faster, each wet smack echoing louder as he drove deeper, her body rocking forward with every thrust.
Then his hand came down hard.
SLAP!
The sharp sting hit her ass like fire.
Jessie's whole tired body jumped.
A loud, muffled "MMMMM!!" burst from her gag.
Her ass squeezed him super tight all of a sudden.
At the same time her pussy gave a big twitch and squirted a little, warm juice running down her legs.
Ash groaned happily, seeing both holes react to the slap.
***
He kept thrusting, faster now, hips crashing into her red ass with loud, wet SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP!
Every impact made her whole body rock forward in the ropes, breasts bouncing wildly.
His hands slid forward under her stomach, fingers brushing the soft curve of her lower belly before reaching up to grab her big, soft, tied-up breasts.
He squeezed them hard, fingers sinking deep into the warm flesh, kneading roughly like he couldn't get enough.
At the same time his mouth found the side of her sweaty neck.
He kissed and sucked greedily, tasting the salty skin, teeth lightly scraping as he left bright red hickeys and small bite marks that bloomed instantly on her pale neck.
His heavy, warm balls slapped against her soaked pussy with every deep thrust, wet, low rhythmic smacks that echoed under her ass.
The constant impact on her swollen clit and dripping folds sent another sharp spark through her exhausted body, mixing pain and unwanted sparks of pleasure she couldn't stop.
Jessie's muffled moans grew higher, broken and confused.
"Mmm... mmm... mmmph..."
The pain mixed with unwanted pleasure, her tired body reacting even when she didn't want it to.
When he finally felt the heat building too fast to hold back, Ash's breathing turned ragged and rough, hot puffs against Jessie's sweaty neck.
His cock throbbed hard inside her, thick veins brushing against her soft anal walls.
His balls drew up tight.
"Haaa... Jessie... I'm cumming... take it all... ahhh!" he groaned.
He squeezed her breast hard, fingers digging deep into the soft, warm flesh, and slammed forward one last time.
He buried himself completely in her ass, hips pressed tight against her red, stinging cheeks.
The swollen head of his cock pushed all the way to the very end of her ass, pressing hard against the tight, sensitive wall deep inside.
Jessie's whole body locked up.
Every muscle went stiff, her back arched high, eyes rolled all the way back until only the whites showed.
It felt like a hot, heavy fist punching deep into her stomach,
The sudden, overwhelming pressure made her stomach flip and her breath stop completely.
Her insides squeezed him wildly, trying to push him out and pull him deeper at the same time.
A huge orgasm exploded from her pussy, clear fluid gushing out in a messy, powerful wave that splashed loudly against both of their thighs and the floor.
She screamed into the gag, a long, broken, helpless "MMMM!!!"
Her whole body shook hard, like it was falling apart. Tears ran down her red face like rain.
She was completely broken now.
She couldn't tell what she felt anymore.
It hurt a lot... but it also felt good too.
The pain and the good feeling mixed together until her head was empty.
All she could do was shake, cry, and let it happen.
Ash groaned, breathing fast and hard.
His cock pulsed inside her, shooting thick, hot liquid in heavy waves, flooding her ass until it felt full and warm.
He stayed deep for a few seconds, then slowly pulled out.
Thick white cum poured from her gaping ass right away, running down her shaky legs in warm rivers.
Ash smiled, wiped the sweat from his brow, and gave her red cheek a soft pat.
This was nice now just one more round Jessie than I will tell you everything even about your mother...
Hearing the word "mother" Jessie, whose mind had been nothing but fog and broken moans suddenly came back to reality.
Her heart jumped.
Mother...?
She tried to speak, tried to beg: Please... please tell me more about my mom... I'll do anything... I'll be your slave right now, just let me see her...
But the thick gag turned every word into nothing but a weak, desperate "Mmmm... mmm..."
Ash's reaction and her body twitch. He smiled warmly.
"So, you want to know more about your mom? Good girl. I'll tell you everything later... but let's just do one more quick round first."
With that, he lined up again at her already-filled pussy and pushed inside.
This time it was much easier.
Her hole was stretched wide, soaked, and packed full of his cum from the last rounds.
Jessie was so tired she could barely move, but what little energy she had left made her hips rock back on their own, trying to make it end faster.
Ash felt it immediately.
Her weak, shaky movements pushed against him, helping him slide in deeper.
He groaned happily, voice soft.
"Yess... Jessie, just like that... keep moving..."
He thrust faster, hips slapping wetly against her sore ass.
Because she was moving too, even just a little, everything felt smoother, hotter, tighter.
He came quickly, one last thick flood deep inside her while she gave a muffled, broken moan.
As the very last drop of thick, hot cum left him, Right then, a soft pink glow sparked to life on Jessie's lower belly, just above her swollen, dripping pussy.
A Slave Mark began to form, glowing warm and bright against her pale, sweaty skin.
Then Ash started to pull out slowly.
With every inch he withdrew, the pink glow dimmed a little more.
By the time his swollen head slipped free with a soft, wet pop and a thick river of white cum poured out of her, the glow had faded completely and turned into a black mark.
At the exact same moment, a blue system screen flashed in front of Ash.
[Ding! Ding!
Mission Complete: Make Jessie your slave
Reward: Presence Suppression (!)]
Ash blinked, confused.
Presence Suppression...? What kind of skill is that?
He tapped for more info.
[Presence Suppression (Lv.1): Within a 10-meter radius around the host, people inside or outside the area will automatically see whatever the host is doing as completely normal and acceptable.
*Note: Presence Suppression will only work on the host and his slaves. Clothing and other items belonging to the host and his slaves are also covered by the effect. Extremely eye-catching or violent acts may still have a chance to break through the suppression. Upgrade the skill for stronger and wider suppression.]
Ash scratched his head, half-smiling, still only half-understanding.
"So... if I walked underwater in public, people would just think it's normal?
Or if I walked around totally naked, they'd think I'm just in my underwear or something?
....Guess I'll have to test it out later for real."
-x-X-x-
The next morning broke with soft golden sunlight slipping through the half-closed blinds of Nurse Joy's room.
Ash sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless and barefoot, hair still messy from sleep.
In his open palm rested three small pink Slave Balls.
Each one had a tiny, elegant golden "S" on top.
He took a slow, steady breath, and pressed the release buttons one by one on two of them.
Soft white light flashed three times, bright but gentle.
Nurse Joy appeared first. The light faded and left her standing completely naked.
Her pale skin looked even softer in the morning sun, full breasts rising and falling with quick, nervous breaths, pink nipples already slightly hard from the cool air.
Her hands instinctively moved to cover herself, one arm across her chest, the other in front of the small patch of pink curls between her legs, but it was useless; she was fully exposed.
Her cheeks burned bright red, lower lip trembling.
Officer Jenny materialized right beside her, also completely naked. Her toned strong legs are trembling a little. Her larger breasts stood firm, nipples dark and stiff.
She folded her arms tight across her chest, trying to hide, but it only pushed her breasts together more. Her police cap was gone, her short blue hair messy and her sharp green eyes looked at him.
Ash looked at the two naked, beautiful women standing in front of him, their skin faintly flushed.
He reached into his system space and pulled out three neatly folded sets of clothes.
Nurse Joy's usual uniform had been easy to find in her room, but Officer Jenny's police outfit had taken extra work to get the stains and wrinkles out. Mom had worked hard, even ironed them carefully so they looked perfect again.
"Here," he said softly, voice warm. "Put these on."
Both women's faces turned bright red the second Ash held out the clothes.
Nurse Joy quickly grabbed her pink uniform and hugged it to her chest, trying to cover herself.
Officer Jenny took her police outfit just as fast, holding it tight against her body like a shield.
Even though Ash had already seen and touched everything, standing naked in the while he watched made them feel shy all over again.
They didn't say a word.
They just turned and hurried to the bathroom together, walking fast, almost running.
A minute later they stepped back out side by side.
Nurse Joy kept smoothing her dress with nervous hands, still blushing bright pink.
The soft fabric felt strange against her bare skin as there was no bra, no panties, nothing underneath. Every little move made her hyper-aware of how naked she really was.
Officer Jenny stood straight and stiff, arms crossed tight over her chest, cap pulled a little lower than usual.
Without her bra her breasts shifted freely under the tight police shirt, nipples brushing the fabric with every breath.
The missing panties made the rough seam of her pants rub right against her most sensitive spots. She pressed her thighs together, trying to ignore the feeling..
Neither could look Ash in the eye for more than a second.
The embarrassment hadn't gone away at all; if anything, it was worse now that they were dressed but still secretly naked underneath.
Ash had no plan to give their bras or panties back.
Those little pieces of fabric were his trophies now, carefully sealed away in the Trophy Book, a special 100-point item he'd bought from the system shop.
It looked like a slim, leather book with a deep red cover and no visible end to its pages. Every time Ash added something new, a fresh page simply formed on its own.
Each page was a perfectly preserved snapshot: Bras and panties pressed flat, still holding the faint warmth and unique scent of the woman who last wore them.
A small glowing name tag floated above every pair (Nurse Joy, Officer Jenny, Jessie, Misty, Delia, Daisy Oak).
He could flip through the pages any time, run his fingers over the soft fabric, breathe in the lingering smell or add little notes whenever he wanted.
He could even rearrange them, put two items on one page or edit the display however he liked though the book only accepted underwear (panties or bras, one person per set).
There was a cheaper 50-point version that could store either panties or bras but not both, but Ash had gone for the full 100-point Trophy Book because he wanted the complete set.
His plan was simple: Someday, when he finally settles down in some quiet, private place of his own, he will have them framed, beautiful glass cases lining the wall like a private gallery.
A perfect record of every woman who had ever become his slave, whether they stayed by his side or not.
For now, he just smiled, his collection was only getting started.
Officer Jenny spoke first, her voice low, shy, and filled with quiet bitterness.
She kept her arms crossed tight over her chest, eyes fixed on him.
"So... what now?"
"What do you want from us?"
"Are you just going to order me to forget everything that happened?"
"Or make me call you 'Master' every day while I pretend none of this ever happened?"
Her fingers clenched the fabric of her uniform.
"I know I can't arrest you. I can't even try.
If I pulled out my handcuffs right now, you'd just tell me to put them away... and I would."
"Last night you made sure of that."
Her voice cracked a little, remembering the long list of quiet commands he had whispered before sending her back to police station:
"You will never attack me."
"You will never tell anyone what I've done to you or the others."
"You will take a one-day break, act completely normal, and come back to me the moment your break is approved."
Several simple, unbreakable orders that sat heavy in her mind like chains she couldn't see.
She looked up at me, eyes wet.
"So tell me... what am I supposed to do now?"
Nurse Joy's trembling hand drifted to her still-flat stomach, fingers pressing lightly against the fabric as if she could already feel something there.
Tears welled up fast, spilling over before she could stop them.
"Why...?"
Her voice cracked, small and broken, barely above a whisper.
"Why did you make us pregnant...?"
"From everything you said last night, just having sex was enough to turn us into your slaves and give you the abilities you wanted."
"You didn't need to do this... so why...?"
Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks as her hand pressed harder against her stomach.
Ash stood up slowly.
Without a word he stepped in front of them, bent forward and bowed a deep 90 degrees, hands straight at his sides, head lowered in genuine apology.
"I'm sorry," he said, voice low and shaking with real regret. "I really am."
For a long moment, the room was silent. The only sound was the slow, steady breathing of the three of them.
The two women did not move. They weren't frozen by command, but by shock.
They were already his slaves, and he was their master. He could order them to do anything, and their bodies would obey even if their minds screamed no.
But instead, he bowed.
Ash sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for both women to sit as well.
They hesitated, yet their bodies obeyed without thought and settled into the chairs across from him.
He told them everything, voice calm and honest.
How one day a blue system window had simply appeared before his eyes.
How it gave him missions: "Make this woman your slave"... "Capture this Pokémon"... "Reach this level."
Every completed mission brought rewards: a stronger body, new skills, special items.
Every refusal brought punishment.
He even slipped in a smooth, convincing lie.
"The first time I refused, when it told me to enslave my own mom, I said no. The system shocked me with electricity for ten full minutes. I was on the floor screaming. After that, the timers got shorter and the shocks got worse. I learned I don't really have a choice."
He looked down, letting his voice tremble just enough to sound real.
"I hate parts of it," he said quietly. "I never wanted to hurt any of you. I swear I didn't."
He took a slow breath.
"But if I don't finish the missions... the punishment doesn't just hit me. It gets worse for everyone I care about too: Mom, Daisy, all the others."
"And there's a main mission: I have to compete in the Indigo League. That means traveling everywhere, collecting badges... and enslaving more women along the way.
I hate it. I never wanted this."
"But I have no choice. I have to keep going."
Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny listened in silence, eyes wide, faces pale.
Some of it sounded insane... but the glowing system windows he showed them, the impossible abilities,
the slave mark on their skin, it was too real to deny.
They didn't know what to believe, but for the first time since the yesterday, pure terror began to mix with something else: confusion... and the tiniest, unwanted drop of pity.
Later, Ash spoke in a low, almost ashamed voice.
"The reason I got you pregnant," he said, glancing at Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny, "was because I only unlocked the Healing Pod ability from Officer Jenny yesterday. Before that... I was terrified. Really terrified."
He drew a slow breath..
"I thought... after everything I'd done to you, once the shock and fear faded, some of you might try to hurt yourselves. I'd already seen it almost happen before. With Daisy Oak... I'll never forget the moment she held a knife to her throat, tears streaming down her face, begging, 'Why won't you even let me die?" It broke my heart. It took so long for her to calm down. Back then, she didn't have anything like the Healing Pod..."
He looked down at his hands.
"So I thought... if there was a baby inside you, something alive that needed you... you'd never do that. You'd keep going, for the child. It was the only way I could think of to protect you from yourselves."
He met their eyes, voice steady but gentle.
"But after Officer Jenny gave me the Healing Pod ability... I didn't make Jessie member of Team Rocket, pregnant. And from now on, with this skill, I won't make any more women pregnant. I promise. You two... and the babies you're carrying... that was the last time."
He bowed his head again, quiet and sincere.
"I'm sorry for what I did to you both. I know 'sorry' doesn't fix anything... but I mean it. I'll take full responsibility for everything, for you and for the babies."
He looked at Nurse Joy, then at Officer Jenny, eyes soft and serious.
"If you want... I'll marry you. Both of you. Properly. In front of everyone. So you and our children will never have to feel alone or ashamed."
Something shifted in the room, quiet and heavy.
Ash's words hung in the air: simple, clumsy, but completely sincere. He was ready to take full responsibility if they agreed.
Nurse Joy stared at him, eyes still red and wet, but the pure hatred that had burned there all night had dulled into something sadder, more tired.
Officer Jenny's clenched fists loosened; her arms dropped to her sides.
They didn't forgive him.
Not yet.
Maybe they never would.
But the sharp, burning hatred that had filled them all night had cracked, just a little.
He wasn't the cruel, laughing monster they had imagined in their darkest moments.
He was just a young boy, trapped in something huge and terrifying, forced to hurt people the same way they were now forced to obey him.
A victim too, in his own twisted, horrible way.
The thought didn't erase what he'd done.
It didn't make the pain or the fear disappear.
But it dulled the edge of their hatred, turning it into something heavier, sadder, and far more complicated.
Nurse Joy was the first to speak, voice soft and low.
"We... we understand your situation. It doesn't make it right... but we get it."
She rubbed her eyes, trying to smile. It didn't quite reach her eyes.
"We'll need time. A lot of time to think about this."
Officer Jenny nodded slowly.
"You can't stay here forever anyway. You have to participate in the League, collect the badges..."
She paused, then added quietly,
"And... you're still young."
Neither woman hated him the way they had an hour ago. The thought slipped into their minds almost against their will:
He's just a boy....
Yet now, when they looked at him, he no longer seemed like a monster. He looked... handsome. Young, strong, and (whether they wanted to admit it or not) the father of the child growing inside each of them.
If only he didn't have to keep enslaving more women, they might have said yes to marrying him right then and there.
But that didn't seem like an option anymore.
Both of them sighed inwardly.
They stood up together, brushing tears away, forcing small, shaky smiles.
Nurse Joy smoothed her dress one last time.
"I have to open the Center soon... Pokémon are waiting."
Officer Jenny adjusted her cap.
"I took the day off. I'm going home to rest... and think."
Ash handed them their Poké Balls without a word.
They took them, fingers brushing his for a second, then turned and walked to the door.
As it closed softly behind them, the room suddenly felt empty.
Ash stood alone for a moment, then reached into his system space and pulled out the third pink Slave Ball.
Jessie's.
He took a slow breath and pressed the button.
***
Ash tapped a pink Slave Ball.
AG
In a soft flash of light, Jessie appeared, standing right in front of him, completely naked.
Her skin was still warm and slightly flushed, long pink hair falling messily over her shoulders and down her back.
Her full breasts rose and fell with quick, nervous breaths. Her smooth and pale slim waist curved into wide hips, and between her thighs there was nothing at all to hide her soft pink labia.
Jessie blinked once, twice, the soft flash of light fading away.
The moment she saw Ash sitting there, her eyes lit up and she rushed straight toward him without thinking.
"Tell me about my mom! You promised, you'd tell me everything!"
She was so focused on wanting to learn about her mom that she didn't even notice she was standing there completely naked, or that the same boy who had raped her just yesterday, the one she had sworn she would kill the second she was free, instead she was begging the same person for answers.
She didn't even register that she was his slave now. All that mattered was the tiny spark of hope in her chest.
Jessie came closer and stopped right in front of him, so close that her warm thighs brushed his knees.
Her naked body was only inches away, soft full breasts rising and falling with quick breaths.
She didn't even seem to notice how exposed she was. All she cared about was the answer burning in her eyes.
Ash just smiled warmly, completely calm, and reached into his system space.
He pulled out her usual Team Rocket uniform, neatly folded and held it out to her like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Here, put these on first..."
Only then did Jessie freeze completely. Her eyes went wide, as if she had just woken up from a dream.
She suddenly realized she was standing totally naked in front of him, nothing covering her at all. A hot, burning blush exploded across her cheeks, spread down her neck and even reached her chest.
She let out a tiny, embarrassed squeak "Eep!" and quickly crossed one arm tight over her breasts, trying to hide her hard nipples.
Her other hand flew down between her legs, palm pressing flat to cover herself. But the movement only pushed her breasts together more, making them look fuller, her nipples still poking against her arm.
She pressed her thighs together hard, shoulders hunching forward, looking anywhere except at Ash's face.
Ash's smile stayed soft and patient, not teasing or mean, just calm and waiting.
Jessie's blush grew even deeper when she saw the clothes he was holding out.
She grabbed them fast with shaking fingers, but the moment she saw the clothes, she realized there was no bra and panties.
Her face turned scarlet, cheeks burning bright red. Still, she didn't say a single word.
She just spun halfway, trying to hide her front from him, and started dressing as fast as she could right there in the open. She didn't want to waste even one second. Every move was quick and shaky, like she couldn't get the clothes on fast enough.
With her back to Ash, the full view was breathtaking. Her long hair spilled down like silk, the thick, glossy strands brushing the middle of her back and swaying gently with every nervous breath.
The elegant curve of her back dipped gracefully from her shoulders to her tiny waist, then flared out into the soft, perfect roundness of her ass, two plump and firm butt cheeks that caught the light and glowed like warm cream.
Every little shift made her hair slide across her skin and her ass flex just slightly, the gentle sway of her hips making the whole picture even more beautiful.
She knew he was watching every inch of her. She could feel his eyes like warm fingers tracing her bare spine, her hair, her ass.
But she couldn't stop him and it's not like he hadn't already seen everything, touched everything, he even made her pregnant.
That thought hit her like a cold wave.
Her hands slowed for a second, eyes stinging, a quiet sadness washing over her.
Then the memory of her mother flashed again. She forced the tears back, took a shaky breath, and started dressing faster.
She still felt burning shame, but she wasn't going to waste time hiding now.
Hands shaking, cheeks on fire, she pulled the clothes on as quickly as she could.
Jessie started with a tiny black midriff shirt. She grabbed it with shaky fingers and pulled it over her head in one quick, clumsy motion.
The soft, stretchy fabric slid down her bare skin like cool silk. It hugged her waist tight and stretched smoothly over her full breasts, covering her hard nipples but not hiding them at all.
The tight black cloth clung to every curve and stopped just below her ribs. Her flat stomach and the black slave mark stayed completely bare.
She tugged at the bottom once, trying to pull it lower, but it only snapped back up, showing even more skin.
Her cheeks burned hotter than ever.
She felt more naked now than when she had nothing on.
Then she grabbed the white crop top with the big red R. She pulled it on, lifting one arm and then the other. As the shirt settled into place, her hair spilled out in a soft, messy wave, falling over her bare shoulders and down her back like smooth silk.
Next came the short white skirt. She grabbed it with trembling fingers and pulled it up fast, hands still shaking a little.
The moment the fabric slid over her bare hips she felt how strange it was with nothing underneath. Cool air brushed her most private places with every tiny movement.
A sudden memory hit her, she had seen her own panties stuffed in Nurse Joy's mouth yesterday... and the faint taste of someone else's underwear still lingered in her mind.
Her blush exploded hotter than ever, spreading down her neck and chest.
The skirt sat high on her hips, barely covering the tops of her thighs. Every small shift of her weight made it ride up even more, ready to flash everything underneath with the slightest step or bend.
She tugged at the hem once, twice, but it was useless. It stayed short, teasing, reminding her over and over that she was completely bare beneath it.
She finished with the long black gloves and the thigh-high black boots, sliding them on with shaky fingers.
Then she fixed her hair. She brushed it back with one quick motion, gathering the long pink strands and smoothing them into place. Her hair fell into its usual curled shape behind her head.
When she finally stood straight again, the full Team Rocket uniform clung to every curve, tight, revealing, and leaving nothing to the imagination, yet somehow she felt even more naked than before.
The cool air brushed her bare skin under her skirt.
With every small step the fabric rubbed gently over them, a constant, teasing reminder that she had nothing beneath the uniform.
Her cheeks burned hotter than ever, and she couldn't bring herself to look Ash in the eye.
Ash watched the whole time, eyes soft but clearly enjoying every second of the show.
He didn't stare like a creep; he just looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, a warm little smile on his lips.
Ash patted the bed right beside him, voice gentle. "Jessie... come here. Sit with me."
Jessie's cheeks burned hotter, her heart raced, yet her feet moved on their own.
She walked over slowly, hips swaying just a little because of the short skirt, and sat down next to him, close enough that her bare thigh brushed against his leg.
She kept her eyes down, arms still half-covering her chest.
"Tell me about my mom... please," she said, voice small but urgent.
Ash nodded and took her hand gently.
"Your mom's name was Miyamoto. She was a high-ranking member of Team Rocket, one of their best agents."
"A long time ago she went on a secret mission to find Mew and she never came back."
"Everyone thinks she died in an avalanche with her team."
Hearing her mother's name and learning she had been a high-ranking Team Rocket member, someone respected, someone who had disappeared forever in the avalanche, Jessie's eyes filled with hot tears.
She stared at Ash, lips trembling, barely able to breathe.
The proud, fiery woman who had always hidden her pain behind jokes and big dreams suddenly looked small and lost.
Tears spilled down her cheeks in silent streams, tracing pale lines through the light blush skin.
All the loud confidence was gone. For years she had carried the thought that her mom had simply abandoned her, left her alone with nothing.
It hurt, but it was a hurt she could live with; at least her mother was out there somewhere, alive.
Now that story was shattered. Her mom hadn't walked away... she had died on some lonely mountain, trying to do her job. The woman Jessie had spent her whole life wanting to meet was gone forever out of reach.
She just sat there, shoulders trembling a little, eyes fixed on her skirt, tears rolling silently down her cheeks.
Ash wrapped his arms around her gently and pulled her close, letting her head rest against his chest.
His hand stroked her long hair, voice soft and steady.
"Don't cry, Jessie... there's still a way to save your mother."
Jessie's head snapped up, her tear-streaked face buried against his chest. She pulled back just enough to stare at him, eyes wide and shining with desperate hope.
"What...?"
The single word came out small and shaky, almost a whisper.
Ash looked into her eyes and spoke softly, like he was sharing the most important secret in the world.
"There's a Pokémon called Celebi.
It can travel through time. If we find Celebi, we can go back to that day... and save your mom before the avalanche ever happens."
Jessie's tears kept falling, but something changed. The hopeless, broken crying turned into something different: tears of shock, of hope, of a tiny light she hadn't felt in years.
Her lips trembled. Her hands clutched his shirt tighter.
"You... you really mean it...?" she whispered, voice cracking. "We can... we can really bring her back...?"
"Travel with me," Ash continued. "I have to collect badges for the Indigo League anyway. We'll search together."
"And with my abilities... catching Celebi will be easy when we find it."
"Plus... I turned off the pregnancy skill earlier, " Ash said quietly, looking straight into her eyes.
"You're not pregnant, Jessie. And you're free to choose what you want to do next. I don't want to treat you, or anyone, like a real slave. That's not the kind of person who I am."
He took a slow breath and told her everything: the system, the missions, the rewards, the punishments, the way it first appeared to him out of nowhere.
He mixed truth with just enough careful lies (like the electric shocks for refusing, how the punishments hurt the people he cared about too), so she would feel he wasn't completely in control either.
When he finished, the room was quiet except for Jessie's soft breathing.
She stared at him for a long time, searching his face for any sign of a trick,
Then, she wiped her face and gave a small, shaky nod. "Okay... I'll travel with you." Her voice was small, but steady. "I want to save my mom...."
Later, Ash reached into his system space and pulled out Jessie and James's familiar red-and-white Poké Balls, Arbok and Weezing were inside them.
He held them out to her.
"Your team is in the police station right now. Officer Jenny took them in last night.
You can go free them if you want, quit Team Rocket for good and if you really want to travel with me, meet me in Pewter City. I will be heading there soon to challenge Brock for the Boulder Badge."
Jessie took the balls with shaking fingers. She stared at them for a long moment, then looked up at Ash.
Her eyes were still red from crying, but something stronger shone behind the red eyes.
She nodded, slow at first, then firmer.
"Thank you..." she whispered, voice soft but steady.
Then she turned and walked out the door without looking back.
Ash watched the door close behind her. He let out a long, tired breath and flopped backward onto the bed, arms spread wide.
"What a day..." Ash muttered to the empty room, flopping back onto the bed with a long, exhausted sigh.
He stared up at the ceiling, a small, relieved smile tugging at his lips.
Then, still lying there, he flicked his wrist and opened all three women's glowing status windows at once:
[Slave System
Slave: Nurse Joy
Level: 1
Experience: 3/10
Attributes:
- Strength: 1
- Agility: 1
- Stamina: 1/1
- Physique (Chest): D Cup
- Physique (Hips): Large
Affection: 46%
Pokémon: 2
Next reward at Lv 10
Next Reward (2) Progress: 1/10 Nurse Joys]
[Slave System
Slave: Officer Jenny
Level: 1
Experience: 1/10
Attributes:
- Strength: 1
- Agility: 1
- Stamina: 1/1
- Physique (Chest): C Cup
- Physique (Hips): Mid
Affection: 40%
Pokémon: 1
Next reward at Lv 10
Next Reward (2) Progress: 1/10 Officer Jenny]
[Slave System
Slave: Jessie
Level: 1
Experience: 0/10
Attributes:
- Strength: 1
- Agility: 1
- Stamina: 1/1
- Physique (Chest): D Cup
- Physique (Hips): Large
Affection: 58%
Pokémon: 1
Next reward at Lv 10]
Three women who had hated him with every fiber of their being just hours ago... and now the affection numbers were climbing.
Not love yet, not even close, but the sharp, burning hatred from last night had already dulled into something confused, complicated feelings.
A tiny part of them, whether they admitted it or not, was starting to soften. Maybe even beginning to fall, just a little.
He closed the windows with a lazy wave, folded his arms behind his head, and let out a slow, contented breath.
"Tomorrow, I will leave for Pewter City."
Then, voice dropping to a whisper only he could hear: "And then the next Jenny... and the next Joy..."
The smile stayed on his face as he drifted into a light, satisfied nap, dreaming of an ever-growing collection.
-x-X-x-
Viridian City Pokémon Center- 6:42 a.m.
Ash leaned toward the videophone and tapped the call button. The soft ringing tone seemed to echo louder than it should in the empty lobby. After several long seconds, the screen flickered to life.
Professor Oak appeared, clearly dragged out of bed. His hair stuck up in wild tufts, striped pajamas. peeked out from beneath a lab coat that had been thrown on inside-out and backwards. He yawned hugely, stretching one arm while rubbing the back of his neck with the other.
When his bleary eyes finally focused on the caller, they shot wide open.
"Oh, it's Ash?" Professor Oak blinked twice, still half-asleep. "Wait... I'm receiving this call from the Viridian City Pokémon Center? You're still in Viridian City? Mary and the others had already passed through it two days ago! What in the world have you been doing all this time?"
Lick... lick... slurp... slurp...
Ash's face flashed crimson in an instant. He swallowed hard, voice jumping half an octave. "G-good morning, Professor Oak! I-I was... uh... busy with something..."
Professor Oak settled back into his chair, cradling a steaming mug of coffee with a smug little grin. "Good morning to you too, Ash. So, tell me you caught a Pokémon, right?" He paused for dramatic effect, eyes twinkling. "Because that's funny, Mary made a very confident bet with me right before she left."
Ash blinked, a bead of sweat sliding down his temple. "A... bet...?"
The professor's chuckle rumbled warm and teasing through the speaker. "She said, and I quote: 'There's no way Ash catches even one Pokémon before he drags himself to Viridian City. So come on, young man. How many have you caught? I've got money riding on this!"
Beneath the table the wet sounds never stopped. Lick... lick... slurp... shlick...
Four devoted tongues worked in perfect, torturous rhythm. Ash's thighs trembled; his fingers gripped the edge of the videophone stand so hard the plastic creaked,
His voice came out a strangled squeak. "I-l... uh... haven't... caught any... yet..."
Professor Oak's shoulders slumped, the smug grin vanishing. "Oh no... Don't tell me Mary was right..."
"BUT! Look at this!" Ash blurted, fumbling the mysterious Pokémon egg into view.
The egg filled the screen. Professor Oak's eyes went wide as saucers; his coffee cup froze halfway to his lips.
"A POKÉMON EGG?! Ash, that's extraordinary!" He leaned so close his nose almost touched the glass. "Which Pokémon is it?"
Ash gave an embarrassed little laugh, cradling the egg carefully. "I... don't know yet, but it could hatch any day now."
Professor Oak beamed brighter than a Sunny Day. "That's worth way more than any regular catch! Outstanding work, Ash! Keep it safe, keep it warm. You can pick up a proper portable incubator from Nurse Joy; she always keeps a few on hand for rare cases like this."
Beneath the counter the wet symphony continued without mercy. Lick... lick... slurp... slurp...
Someone dragged her tongue in one long, deliberate stroke from base to tip. Ash's voice cracked into a tiny, mortified squeak. "Professor, I-l will..."
A fresh bead of sweat slid from his temple, down his neck, and vanished beneath his collar.
Professor Oak's brow creased with concern. "Ash... your face is bright red and you're sweating a lot. Are you ill?"
Ash laughed too loudly, too fast, the sound cracking like a dropped plate. "N-no, Professor! Just, uh... s-something happened, I'll be fine! Totally fine!"
The professor didn't look convinced. He tilted his head. "Take care of yourself, young man... Also, your house was empty. Where's your mother?"
Ash's hips gave a tiny, involuntary jerk the instant a pair of soft, warm lips parted around his left ball.
The gentle heat of that mouth enveloped him completely, slick with thick, warm saliva that had been gathering for minutes.
A slow, luxurious pull drew him deeper, the tongue beneath curling in a wet, cradling swirl while the suction produced a quiet, filthy gulp that vibrated straight up his spine.
At the exact same moment another mouth claimed the right side. Those lips were plush and glossy, sliding over his skin like heated silk soaked in spit.
They sealed around him with a soft, wet pop, then began a slow, rolling suck.
The tongue lapped in lazy, deliberate circles, tracing every ridge and seam while fresh drool spilled from the corners, trickling down in a warm stream to mingle with the saliva already coating his thighs and dripping in thin, silvery strands.
"M-Mom said she's visiting a faraway relative for a while..." he stammered, "s-since I'm traveling and she'll miss me..."
"Oh, that's understandable," Professor Oak murmured. Then he paused, ears pricking at the relentless weird sounds drifting through the speaker.
His eyes narrowed. "...Ash, what is that strange sound I keep hearing?"
The licking grew momentarily louder, slurp... mmm... lick lick..., deliberately taunting, as if the four women hidden beneath the counter had heard the question and decided to answer it themselves.
Ash's eyes flew wide in pure panic. He felt everything tighten, fast and merciless; his cock throbbed, balls drawing up as the edge rushed toward him like a runaway train.
His trembling hand shot toward the END CALL button.
"G-Gotta go, Professor! Talk soon, bye!"
The screen snapped to black a heartbeat before the dam broke.
Under the videophone table, completely out of frame for Professor Oak's view, Delia Ketchum, Daisy Oak, Nurse Joy, and Misty knelt in a tight semicircle.
Delia and Daisy lavished slow, worshipful attention on his balls, while Nurse Joy and Misty took turns sliding their warm and wet mouths along his cock, trading it back and forth with sloppy, eager sounds.
All four women were flushed, eyes shining with mischief and lust, utterly devoted to pushing Ash right to the edge while he tried to speak to Professor Oak.
Ash couldn't hold back any longer. A choked, muffled groan tore out of him, low and desperate, as his cock pulsed hard and the first thick rope of white shot out, hot and heavy wave.
It splashed across waiting cheeks and parted lips in a perfect, creamy arc. The second spurt landed higher, striping across a forehead and dripping slowly down the bridge of a nose.
The third painted a glossy line from chin to hairline, clinging in warm, pearly strands. More followed, again and again, until every eager face below the counter was decorated in shining, sticky white fluid, sliding lazily over flushed skin.
They didn't flinch. They leaned into it.
Soft, happy hums rose as tongues darted out to catch what they could, lips curving into delighted smiles while the warm seed kept coming.
Cheeks glistened. Lashes fluttered under delicate droplets. One of them moaned quietly in pure bliss as a particularly thick strand landed across her open mouth; she licked it up slowly, savoring the taste with a shudder of pleasure.
Another tilted her head back just to feel the heat of it sliding down her throat when she swallowed.
Four radiant, cum-drenched faces looked up at him, eyes sparkling with pride and mischief, as if being painted in his release was the best reward they could have asked for.
As for why Nurse Joy and Misty had accepted the filthy, wonderful arrangement so easily... Well, that story begins yesterday afternoon, behind the closed doors of the Viridian City Pokémon Center...
-x-X-x-
YESTERDAY, AT EXACTLY 11:47 A.M., ASH WOKE UP IN NURSE JOY'S PRIVATE ROOM AT THE VIRIDIAN CITY POKÉMON CENTER.
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, then flicked his wrist. A faint holographic window shimmered into
view:
|HEALING POD|
[Person: 1/3
Misty
Status: HEALED]
Ash glanced at the window, confirmed everything was done, and tapped Misty's name.
A soft chime rang out. A warm pink Slave Ball materialized in his palm.
He pressed the button once.
Pink light swirled gently in the middle of the room, then solidified into Misty. Completely bare, cheeks burning red, chest rising and falling fast, her green eyes locked on him with raw, desperate hunger.
Ash knew exactly why she looked so starved.
Misty hadn't eaten real food in more than a day, and she was starting to understand why it didn't matter.
The moment she had become his slave, something inside her rewired itself. Regular food still worked (it would keep her alive if she was mildly hungry or if she ever stepped outside the invisible "range") but the second that deep, gnawing craving hit, nothing satisfied it except his cum.
Bread, berries, noodles; they all tasted like ash on her tongue when the hunger truly took hold. Only the thick, hot flood of his seed sliding down her throat can made the ache disappear.
Her gaze had already dropped to the growing bulge in his pants. She licked her lips without thinking, thighs squeezing together, a tiny whimper trapped in her throat.
Ash tossed her the familiar yellow crop-top, blue denim shorts, and red-and-white sneakers.
"Here, your clothes."
Only then did Misty seem to remember she was naked. Her face exploded crimson. She snatched the bundle and hugged it against her chest, eyes darting around. Ash lazily pointed to the small bathroom. She bolted inside and slammed the door.
In the steamy little room in mirror she caught her reflection.
"What is wrong with you, Misty? Get a grip... it's not like he hasn't already seen, licked, and fucked every single inch of you..."
She looked down at the clothes in her hands and noticed at once: no bra, no panties. Just the outer layers.
Fresh anger flared hot in her chest.
She yanked the crop-top over her head, slipped her arms through the red suspenders, snapped them to the waistband of the tight shorts, and tied her sneakers with sharp, angry jerks.
With nothing underneath, the thin yellow fabric did NOTHING to hide her stiff nipples. The denim clung to every curve like a second skin, and the suspenders framed everything perfectly. She felt even more exposed than when she had been completely naked.
Face burning, she stormed back out, marched straight to Ash, grabbed him by the collar and yanked him down to her level.
"WHERE is the rest of my stuff?!" she demanded, voice shaking with fury and something far more desperate.
Ash leaned in close, enjoying the heat pouring off her flushed face, and gave a lazy smile.
"Here you go."
He pulled her familiar red bag from system space and handed it over, along with her three Poké Balls.
"I even leveled up your Pokémon for you."
Misty blinked.
"Leveled up...?"
The words hit her like ice water. It was the exact same phrase he had used when he showed her own status screen, how she could "level up" by squirting. The memory made her stomach flip.
Ash saw the panic flash in her eyes and chuckled softly.
"Relax. I sent them into a special training space where they grow stronger automatically. Nothing like what you're thinking."
Misty exhaled shakily and loosened her death-grip on his collar. She dropped to her knees and unzipped the bag to check.
It was completely empty.
Not one Pokédollar. No Potions. No food. No tent. Nothing.
She looked up slowly, eyes wide.
"...Ash. Where is EVERYTHING else?"
Ash shrugged.
"Since you said you were traveling with me from now on, I stored it all in system space."
Misty's eyes flashed with pure fury. She stomped forward and jabbed a finger into his chest.
"Then give me back my clothes at least!"
Ash glanced away, scratching his cheek with a sheepish little grin.
".... kinda threw them all away. Everything. Including your old bra and panties."
Misty's mouth fell open.
"You, WHAT?! Why would you do that?!"
Ash met her gaze again, completely calm.
"Don't be mad. I'll buy you new ones later, way better stuff. And as for bras and panties..."
He leaned in, voice dropping to a teasing whisper.
"You don't need them. They only get in the way when we fuck, right? Don't you want to level up fast?"
Misty opened her mouth to scream that she had ONLY agreed to travel with him, nothing more, but right then her empty stomach let out a loud, humiliating growl. At the exact same moment a hot pulse throbbed between her legs, her bare pussy clenching under the tight denim, already soaking through.
Her face turned scarlet. Words died in her throat.
Ash's grin widened. He hooked his thumbs into his waistband and tugged his pants down just enough. His thick cock sprang free, already rock-hard and glistening at the tip.
Misty's eyes locked onto it instantly, green pupils blown wide.
"Tell me the truth, Misty," he said softly. "Do you want it?"
She opened her mouth to say no.
Her head nodded frantically yes instead.
A heartbeat later she was on her knees. Both hands wrapped around his shaft like it was the most precious thing in the world, stroking with desperate need while her tongue dragged along every ridge and vein as if she had been starving her entire life.
Within minutes she was moaning around him, hips grinding against nothing, tears of humiliated relief running down her cheeks as the first hot, thick load flooded her throat.
She swallowed greedily, throat working again and again, not letting even one drop escape.
When she finally pulled back, a thin silver strand of cum still connecting her soft lips to his tip, Ash raised an eyebrow.
"Want more?"
Misty nodded before her pride could stop her.
Hands already shaking, she popped the button of her shorts, shoved them down her thighs in one frantic motion, and kicked them aside. Her bare pink pussy glistened, swollen and dripping, thighs trembling as she spread her knees wider on the floor.
"Please..." she whispered.
-x-X-x-
STILL IN NURSE JOY'S ROOM,
Inside the room, the air was heavy and hot, thick with the raw scent of sex.
Ash had Misty bent over the edge of Nurse Joy's bed.
Her palms pressed hard into the tangled sheets, back arched high, offering herself completely.
Sweat gleamed across her tanned shoulders and down the smooth curve of her spine, pooling for a moment in her lower back before sliding off the side.
Ash's fingers were twisted tight in her damp orange hair, gripping it like reins.
Every time he snapped his hips forward, he tugged her head back just enough to make her gasp.
Her body rocked with his in perfect, desperate rhythm.
Each deep thrust sent fresh beads of sweat rolling over her golden skin and tore another raw, needy moan from her throat.
The wet, rhythmic slap of his hips against her pale ass echoed through the small room, steady and unyielding, like a heartbeat made of pure lust.
"Ah! A-Ash~~~harder~~!"
Her dripping pussy clenched around him greedily, juices running down her thighs as she pushed back to meet every stroke.
The door clicked open.
Nurse Joy stepped halfway inside, one hand still on the handle.
She had hurried back because, while working, she had suddenly realized she wasn't wearing any undergarments at all (no panties, no bra, nothing).
Even stranger, an unbearable, burning itch had started between her legs the moment she left Ash's side, growing worse with every minute.
She wanted to ask him what was happening to her body, why she felt so hot and empty.
Then she saw them.
The sight and the thick, heavy scent of sex slammed into her like a wave.
Ash was still buried deep inside Misty, hips rolling in slow, powerful thrusts.
Misty's tanned back glistened with sweat, broken moans spilling from her lips.
Nurse Joy's face flushed a deep, blazing crimson before she could even take another step or close the door and leave the room.
The itch between her thighs exploded into liquid fire.
Her nipples stiffened painfully against the thin fabric of her uniform dress, and a fresh rush of slick heat soaked her bare pussy and dripped down the inside of her trembling legs.
She froze in the doorway, thighs squeezing together, a soft, helpless whimper slipping out.
Ash glanced over his shoulder mid-thrust, still buried in Misty, and a slow, knowing grin spread across his face.
She hasn't eaten in almost two days, he thought. She must now also be starving for it too.
Unlike Officer Jenny and Jessie who had become his slaves only yesterday, Nurse Joy... she had become his slave almost two days ago, the same day as Misty.
But what even Ash didn't fully understand yet was the true depth of his system's power.
Any woman carrying his child, no matter how early, became bound to the invisible aura that radiated around him.
Inside that range, her body would turn into the perfect incubator. every craving magnified ten times over, every hormone screaming for the one thing that could nourish the tiny life growing inside her.
The unborn baby, still smaller than a grain of rice, demanded the nutrients and the energy only its father's seed could give, to make it different from normal kids.
Whenever its father was near, the tiny life hijacked its mother's mind and body without mercy.
A sudden flood of heat, a clench deep in her belly, thoughts scattering like startled birds until nothing remained but one burning, biological need: to be filled again, bred deeper, claimed over and over until the little life inside her was satisfied.
Nurse Joy didn't know it was the baby's fault her body was reacting like this.
She only knew her mouth was watering, thick and helpless, and her pussy was throbbing so hard it hurt, a deep, aching pulse that matched every slow thrust Ash drove into Misty.
Each wet slap of skin against skin echoed straight between her own legs, as if his cock was splitting her open instead, and the stretch made her knees tremble.
Nurse Joy's hand was already sliding under her skirt, eyes glassy, breath coming in shallow pants as she stared at Ash's slick, pounding cock disappearing again and again into Misty's trembling body.
Ash's pace quickened, hips slamming hard and deep. Misty's whole body shook with every thrust, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
"I... I'm... Ash... I'm cumming...!"
Misty's cry cracked in the air. Her back arched off the bed like a bow drawn tight, every muscle seizing as her pussy clamped down around him in fierce, rolling waves.
Hot juices surged out of her, splashing down his shaft and soaking his balls, dripping onto the sheets in messy, glistening pulses.
The instant he felt her spasm milk him, Ash let go. A low and deep groan tore from his throat as he slammed forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt.
His cock throbbed hard, then erupted: thick, hot ropes of white flooding straight into her womb, pulse after heavy pulse, pumping her full until the pressure forced creamy streams back out around his buried length, running down her thighs in slow, lewd streams.
Misty's voice shattered into a broken, blissful wail, "Ahhh... so good... so hot... I love it...!"
The words melted into a trembling whimper as her arms finally buckled.
Misty collapsed face-first into the pillow.
Her body shook with hard aftershocks, thighs twitching uncontrollably, a thick, steady trickle of his cum already seeping from her swollen, flushed folds, pooling warm and white beneath her.
Ash drew out slowly, deliberately, letting every inch drag against her fluttering walls.
His cock slipped free with a wet, obscene sound, still rigid and gleaming with their mixed juices.
A heavy, pearly strand of cum stretched from the tip, clinging for a heartbeat before it broke and fell in a slow drip onto the soaked sheets.
The moment his cock left her, Misty's body gave out completely.
She collapsed flat onto the bed, another slow river of seed leaking from her swollen, hairy pussy.
He turned toward the door, chest rising and falling in deep, steady breaths, eyes already fixed on the woman standing there.
Nurse Joy stood frozen in the doorway, skirt bunched around her waist, fingers still frantically rubbing her soaked pussy. Her eyes were locked on his slick, cum-coated length.
Ash gave a gentle smile to Nurse Joy, pointing his cock toward her.
"You look hungry," he said as he stepped out of bed and stood on the ground.
Joy's body moved before her mind could reply. In one smooth motion her uniform hit the floor.
Naked, skin flushed rose, full breasts bouncing with every step, she crossed the room and sank to her knees in front of him.
His cock hovered inches from her face, still dripping.
Soft pink lips parted instantly, wrapping around the head, tongue swirling to greedily lick up Misty's juices and the last traces of his load.
Ash slid his fingers into her silky pink hair and guided her forward, slow and steady, until her nose pressed to his pelvis and her throat fluttered around him with a muffled, desperate moan.
-x-X-x-
VIRIDIAN FOREST
Ash walked through Viridian Forest, the thick green canopy above letting only thin rays of sunlight drip down onto the path.
On his left, Misty walked close, her usual outfit long gone.
She wore a small orange crop top that covered her breasts, the thin fabric stretched tight and riding up with every step. Whenever the breeze passed by, it lifted the hem just enough to flash the pale, untanned skin beneath her breasts and the faint white tan lines that framed them.
Her tanned orange-brown body glistened with a light sheen of sweat, the stark white triangles around her breasts and pussy standing out sharply.
A matching mid thigh skirt fluttered high with every sway of her hips, constantly revealing the soaked bright-red thong clinging to her soft wet folds and the shiny wet spot spreading wider.
Sheer black thigh-high stockings wrapped her legs, lace tops digging deep into her soft tanned thighs, and bright orange 5 cm platform heels clicked unsteadily on the dirt path (Misty still wobbling a little since it was her first time ever wearing anything this tall), forcing her round ass to bounce and jiggle with every clumsy, horny step.
A tight black choker hugged her neck, the little orange tag swinging between her collarbones: "MISTY".
On his right, Daisy clung, her pale white skin almost glowing against the dark trees. Her white top was cropped so high her underboob spilled out beneath, nipples stiff against the thin fabric.
Her tiny denim shorts hung open and unzipped, showing her smooth, hairless mound and the glistening wetness dripping down her inner thighs.
Sheer white thigh-high stockings with lace tops wrapped her legs, and her feet were forced into a clear 5 cm long heel that clicked softly on the dirt. A matching black choker hugged her throat, the yellow tag swinging between her breasts: "DAISY".
Ash had one hand down the back of Misty's skirt, two fingers lazily pumping in and out of her dripping pussy while she walked, making wet little sounds with every step.
His other hand was buried inside Daisy's open shorts, thumb circling her swollen clit slow and steady while she bit her lip hard to keep quiet, soft whimpers still slipping out every few steps.
Both girls' cheeks were flushed bright red, legs trembling in their tall heels, but they kept walking like that, following their Ash deeper into the forest.
Daisy had agreed to the slutty outfit pretty easily (she even smiled when Ash handed her the tiny clothes), but Misty had fought it at first, cheeks burning with shame.
In the end she had no choice: all her money was in Ash's hand now, her old clothes were thrown away. Ash only brought the outfits he liked, so she swallowed her pride and dressed into it anyway.
Ash let them wear these shameless clothes outside only because of his new ability, Presence Suppression.
He could already feel it working; the few travelers they passed didn't even glance twice.
He smirked to himself, wondering just how strong it could get. If he leveled it up enough, maybe one day he could fuck them over in the middle of a crowded street and everyone would only see a quick, innocent hug or kiss on the cheek.
As they walked, Ash suddenly spotted a cute little Caterpie perched on a low branch. He grinned and pointed.
"Look, that Caterpie is watching us."
He still hadn't told them about Presence Suppression. He'd only said, "No one will care what we do; everyone's busy with their own lives."
At first neither girl believed him, but after they passed a few trainers who didn't even glance their way, Misty and Daisy started relaxing, moans growing louder, bodies melting into the pleasure.
The moment Ash pointed and said "Look, that cute Caterpie is watching us," Misty's eyes locked onto the little green bug.
Her whole face twisted in pure panic. She slammed herself against Ash's side, arms wrapping around his waist like she was drowning, whole body shaking hard.
"Bug... bug bug bug bug...!" she whimpered, voice cracking. "Ash, please, put me in the ball! I don't wanna be near bugs... I don't wanna...!"
Ash slid his wet fingers out of her with a soft pop and was about to reach for her head, but just as he was about to comfort her, a familiar blue mission screen flashed in front of his eyes.
[MISSION: Completely erase Misty's fear of Bug-type Pokémon
REWARD: Unknown
PENALTY: Unknown
TIME LIMIT: 1month]
Ash gently patted Misty's head with one hand, stroking her orange hair to calm her shivers.
At the same time he slid his soaked fingers out of Daisy's dripping pussy (she'd been right on the edge of cumming), leaving her with a needy, empty whine as her hips jerked at nothing.
He brought that same slick hand up and wrapped it around Misty's trembling shoulders from the left, pulling her tight against his side.
"Don't worry, it's just a tiny bug," he murmured.
Then he turned Misty's face gently toward him.
"Misty," he said softly, locking eyes with her, "I can take that fear away forever. You'll never be scared of bugs again. Just trust me and look at the screen behind you."
The glowing blue mission panel floated in the air, visible to Misty only now because Ash let it so. He could choose exactly who and when among his slaves can see the screen and who didn't.
That perfect control was why he never worried about them finding out about his lies related to Penalties or Punishments.
Misty's eyes widened, pupils trembling as she read the glowing words.
Her breath caught in her throat. She knew what was coming next, even if she didn't know exactly how Ash would "solve" her fear.
One month. That was all she had and she knew Ash would definitely do it.
Ash smiled, soft and calm. "Misty, I have to do this mission to help you. I hope you can forgive me."
Misty started shaking harder.
"No... no no no please Ash, please don't do that...!" she cried, tears spilling down her cheeks, voice cracking into desperate sobs.
But Ash had already made up his mind.
He glanced at Daisy. "Help me Please..."
Daisy nodded instantly, a small eager smile on her lips.
Misty stumbled back until her shoulders hit a thick tree trunk. Her orange heels scraped the dirt as she tried to shrink away.
Ash pulled a coil of soft red rope from his system.
"NOOOOO!!"
Misty's scream echoed loud and raw through the quiet forest, Pokémon bursting from the trees in a startled flurry.