Killer Queen
A seedy motel in Sunnyshore. It wasn't a very crime-ridden town, or even area, but as a place for adultery, casual sex, and the occasional traveller looking for a cheap place to stay, it had gained a certain reputation. Stuff went down here, either of sexual or illegal nature, all the time. It was sort of why it was there. And with management that wouldn't dare cut off the money adulterers and thieves looking to sell their gains brought in, it would remain that way.
It was well known among Pokemon trainers that certain rooms were kept just for them to rent out when in the mood for a hook-up and some guilt-free casual sex. About ten rooms, five for straight sex, three for gays, and two for lesbians to meet in. Rooms were rarely empty, as with Victory Road nearby, it was a rather heavily-trafficked area. Even the city's gym leader, Volkner, frequented the place, sometimes not always in the same room, rumour went.
That night, though, a different gym leader approached. Jasmine, a Johto gym leader from Olivine on vacation, had practically lived out of there for about a week now. She was in one of the two lesbian rooms, entertaining a whole slew of girls of all sizes and ages and kinks. Jasmine was rather open to experimentation, which was good, because she had been bound, penetrated with strap-ons, and at one point even had ice cream eaten off of her pussy, running the gamut from vanilla sex to some rather kinky stuff. For her, any girl would do for a fling. She was into relationships too, but with girls who, generally, wanted to experiment just as much as she did, particularly in the "with other girls, too" department. In fact, her gym was comprised by that point only of a few female trainers, taking a page from her friend and frequent bedfellow Whitney's book.
It was the last day of her vacation, around noon, when a girl walked in. She looked much different than any other trainer she'd seen; save for the girls who carried umbrellas with them, most all traveling trainers got a healthy dose of sunlight and had at least a slight tan. By contrast, this girl looked like death. Did she just wear white makeup or something? By contrast, she wore a dark black dress with a little white here and there, black pantyhose, and a white bow in her black hair arranged in a slight fringe over one eye. Her body was lithe and slender, with small buds poking through against her dress.
"Are you Jasmine?" she asked in a totally monotone voice that sounded totally foreign considering she was there for wild, anonymous sex.
"Yeah," she said. She hadn't bothered putting on clothes that morning, so she just lay naked on the bed, her similarly petite body glistening in sweat and pussy juices. She had just come fresh off a foursome about ten minutes prior, but was already ready for more. And even if she wasn't, she wouldn't mind putting her head beneath that dress and going down on her; sometimes, nothing got her in the mood quite like eating a girl out and getting hungry like the wolf.
"I'm Marley." She walked briskly into the room and wasted no time straddling Jasmine and kissing her deeply.
Jasmine moaned into her mouth, the fabric of the gothic dress rubbing against her body. Marley rubbed her knee against Jasmine's slit, the pantyhose providing a sensation she had never felt before, making her shiver a little. She was an incredible kisser, something that betrayed her monotone voice and bleak appearance. She was really getting into things, bringing her own leg up to grind against Marley's own pussy.
"You're forward," Jasmine sighed as their kiss ended. "I like that."
"So do I," Marley said, the slightest trace of a smile crossing her face.
As Jasmine's hands made their way up Marley's skirt, something found its way into her face. Her eyes opened as a cloth pressed against her mouth, and within a second, everything went sort of black.
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When Jasmine came to, things were different. She was sort of groggy upon awakening, her eyes still a bit heavy and her senses sort of dull. Piece by piece, her situation became apparent to her.
First, she was definitely not in the motel room any more. It was dark in there, more basement-like. The ugly off-white walls and stucco ceiling were gone, replaced by whatever dank, dimly-lit room she was in now. It was mostly lit by candles. It was quiet, but a different kind of quiet. Her motel room had been more of a "nothing's happening" kind of quiet, the kind found on boring days when nothing happened for long stretches of time. As for her current situation, "calm before the storm" seemed a lot more apt.
It was only when she became completely self-aware that the entire situation came to her. She wasn't just in a different location. She was standing up, in a sense. One leg was raised, and...Clothed again? She was, in a sense, wearing her dress. But it was open above to show off her breasts and torn down the middle from the navel down to reveal her bare pussy and the sparse assortment of brown hairs above it. Which would have been strange by itself. Adding to matters were the fact her leg was raised, but tied to another's leg; Marley. And they were also bound together with thick rope, both at their legs and wrists, keeping them rather firmly together. Getting stranger.
Then, there was the fact that a long, rubber purple dildo, vibrating rather violently, was jammed up her pussy, long enough that it reached Marley's ass and shook in there as well. A pink dildo shook Marley's pussy and Jasmine's ass all the same. Both of their firm rears shook and jiggled, the sound of flesh lightly slapping flesh growing a bit louder, and along with the hum of the vibrators, making the only sound she could hear, save for the occasional moan.
"W-where are we? What's going on?" Jasmine whimpered as speech returned to her. She didn't know what was going on, and fear gripped her as she seriously worried just how she had gotten into such a position. Then, she remembered the last moment of consciousness before she passed out. "Did you do this?" she screamed, realizing the rag was likely dipped in chloroform.
"Y-yes," she moaned, her hips moving by instinct, her pale white ass grinding against Jasmine's, which unsurprisingly was the same lightly-tanned colour of the rest of her. "Mistress Clair told me to, that she has long desired you, and she demanded that I bring you to her. I cannot disobey Mistress Clair."
"What are you talking about?" she shuddered, Marley's strange words, delivered in a quivering monotone, only made her worry more as she wondered just what was going on. "Who's Clair?"
"I think you know who she's talking about," came a mocking voice from the darkness. The echo of boots in the dank room made her heart beat faster while the slow, methodical, constant rhythm of footsteps continued. "After all, how many Clairs do you know? And for that matter, how many of them wear boots?" Slowly, she stepped into view. A blue-haired bombshell and Blackthorn City gym leader walked into view. She wore boots and, well...nothing else. Her body stood in stark contrast to the two girls tied up; she was all curves, with luscious breasts that bounced unimpeded, an ass that could make grown men and women weep, and a nicely-trimmed tuft of blue hair just above her puffy cunt.
"What the hell are you doing?" Jasmine screamed. Clair was a gym leader, like her. They were supposed to uphold laws and set examples, not kidnap people, tie them up, and sexually abuse them. What the hell had she done to Marley, and what was going to happen to her?
"You see, Jasmine, I'm insatiable. A lot like you, actually. But I have rather...different tastes. I long for something more, a lot kinkier than the vanilla sex you have with random girls. I want a servant, someone who will tend to my needs every hour of the day. That's where Marley came in; a girl looking for love in all the wrong places, one night wanders into my web. I see the submission in her eyes, the desire to be made to serve. All she needed was a little push and a lot of lust. And I provided. And within three days, she was mine. All mine.
"I see the same in your eyes, Jasmine. I have since I first met you. And Marley here is getting a little tired. She can't keep up with me. She's great, but sometimes I need more than she can provide. So what better way than to find someone else to tend to me? And when I'm not here, when I grow bored of you on occasion or desire something of the male persuasion, to tend to each other?"
"You're sick!" Jasmine screamed as the two dildos worked her and Marley just as hard as before, her body growing less and less resistant. She didn't want to have an orgasm, but she could only fight it so long.
"So are you, Jasmine," Clair laughed, "You just don't know it yet. In time, though, you'll come to love your job as my plaything. I'm not an unfair mistress. You'll always be fed and looked after, allowed to do whatever you please with your day when I'm not using you. This basement is merely a place I rented. You'll have a large, comfortable bed and everything you want in my mansion. There's nothing to dislike about this life. And all your have to do is swear loyalty to me."
"Let me go!" Jasmine screamed, her resolve finally snapping. The vibrators set her off at last, her pussy juices soaking the long, bumpy rubber toys. She screamed and trembled against the also-orgasming Marley, her thrashing mingling with her body's response to the orgasm.
Clair walked over slowly, her hand running up from Jasmine's breasts to her face. "Soon enough, my slut, you'll be fucked into submission. You can only cum so many times before you give in to my offer."
Jasmine shook her head violently as Clair seized her chin, holding it still as she leaned in and kissed her. Clair's tongue slipped into her mouth and quickly retreated, leaving something--a pill, Jasmine assumed--in her mouth. A hand replaced Clair's lips.
"Swallow it," she demanded, "Or I get a glass of water and make you."
Jasmine closed her eyes and, reluctantly, swallowed the pill. She wanted it over with. Eventually, Clair would let her go. There's only so long she could keep here there. At some point, they'd realize she was missing and do something about it.
"Good. You just obeyed your first order." She walked around them and gave Marley a kiss, not leaving a pill in her mouth. "See, Marley was my first attempt, and I made a few mistakes. The main one was not drugging her. When the orgasms are so much more powerful, it's so much easier to persuade. For her, it took three days. But she was stronger than you were, too. I give you until nightfall until you're my personal whore."
Jasmine was confused as to what was going on for all about five seconds. The pill's effect was near-instant. Her body was screaming immediately, her pussy getting even wetter, unfortunately, just as Clair shut the dildos off and pulled them out of her and Marley, allowing her leg to return to the floor. She almost fell to the floor as insane amounts of pleasure and lust wracked her body, making her want nothing but pure, animalistic release.
Clair cut the ropes that held them together, but not the ones that kept Jasmine's hands behind her back, and she fell to the floor, her body on fire. "Fuck!" Jasmine screamed. "Why did you do this to me?"
"Because. I need to make you see things my way, love." She leaned down, grabbing Jasmine by the chin and pulling her up violently to her knees. She stood, her legs more than a shoulder's width apart, Jasmine's ragged, hot breaths running against her engorged pussy lips. "I've always wanted to do this, and now that I have two slaves, I can. Marley!"
"Yes, Mistress Clair?" she asked. Her dress was, like Jasmine's, modified to reveal her breasts and pussy, along with the strange white-and-black patch above it, likely a dye job.
"Get on your knees and worship my ass."
"I would be honoured, Mistress Clair," Marley moaned as she dropped down behind Clair, happy she had been given the honour. She licked her mistress's ass, just as she was instructed, her fingers instantly going to her pussy and working into it.
Just as Jasmine was about to speak, to again demand to be let go, Clair produced from--well, considering she was naked, Jasmine wasn't sure where it came from--a leash and collar. "Until I can be sure you're going to serve me with devotion and every last second of your life, I'm going to have to keep you on a leash, I'm afraid." She snapped the collar around Jasmine's neck and wrapped the leash around her hand before also grabbing a handful of Jasmine's hair. She pushed the brunette's face into her pussy, and fucked the girl's face. "I usually only use these for play when I'm in the mood, but you'll have to stay on it until I can trust you."
The taste of Clair's pussy, sweet and almost kind of tangy, filled her mouth, and then she realized the drug's only effect wasn't to make her horny. The taste of Clair's pussy became an aphrodisiac by itself, a sweet drug she was afraid she'd find herself addicted to so totally that it could be levied against her.
That was her plan, wasn't it? Drug her, make her so hopelessly hooked on the intense orgasms and the taste of her pussy that she'd have no choice but to keep going. To enslave her like a drug dealer who kidnaps her buyers. It was evil and cruel, and Jasmine was ready to fight it with every fibre of her being. She wouldn't give in, wouldn't be broken by this awful trickery. She was strong-willed and determined. She wouldn't be taken alive.
She didn't have much of a choice at the moment, though, but to eat Clair out. She was rather stuck in that respect; with her hair and neck on the line, her tongue plunged into Clair's delicious pussy, giving her the best cunnilingus her skilled tongue could, hoping to exhaust Clair, or at least pleasure her enough to be let go. She didn't have use of her hands, so she lost a few of her best tricks, but judging by the reaction of her kidnapper, she was doing just fine.
Clair moaned, bucking her hips between the two kneeling girls as one of her favourite positions was indulged for the first time in so long. Jasmine's tongue slithered inside her, working all the right spots with clear experience that told her she knew just what she was doing. The girl could definitely eat some good pussy, a trait she damn well expected from her servants. Marley, meanwhile, licked her ass with not as much skill, but definitely more than adequate. Clair loved the feeling of a tongue in her ass--always when it was thoroughly cleaned, naturally.
She saw her servants as lovers who just indulged her domination fetish and would be there for her. They weren't slaves like she often said they were, and they certainly had dignity when they weren't having sex, had their own lives, so long as they were ready to serve at a moment's notice.
The feelings of dual attacks on her ass and pussy brought Clair to great heights. Her free hand fell back, running through Marley's hair lovingly as the girl eagerly ate her ass. Marley was the pinnacle of devotion, her sole concern when they made love to get them both off, preferably simultaneously. She was willing to do whatever Clair demanded, even despite her early apprehensions to rimming. Once Clair had her loyalty, she could do pretty much anything.
Jasmine whimpered as her bound hands kept her from tending to her burning pussy. She wanted so badly to just stick her fist in there and bring it in and out so rapidly her arm would be in pain from the speed. Fire climbed up her spine and through her limbs, her entire body just screaming to be fucked. It was all she wanted, all she needed, all she seemed to live for at the moment. Her entire essence lay in the sweet release that waited.
Eventually.
Soon?
Please?
She was losing her mind so rapidly that she began to stop worrying about things like fighting this whole thing and resisting Clair. Increasingly, the only matter in the world was being satisfied, and it seemed the only way to do that was to make Clair happy.
Marley's fingers remained still in her as she made sweet sounds into Clair's round, soft ass, her pussy dripping onto the floor as her orgasm hit her. With her own satisfaction dealt with, her hands found their way onto Clair's hips and she worked double-time on her back door with her loyal tongue.
With Marley's post-orgasmic fury and Jasmine's lust-induced frenzy, Clair pushed both of their heads against her as hard as possible as her orgasm came, shaking her. Her pussy exploded on Jasmine's face, the tongue inside her lapping up all the juices crazily, not letting any drop of the sweet fluid escape her vigilance. "That's enough," she moaned, letting the pleasure crash against her as Marley pulled away and she pushed Jasmine onto the floor.
Jasmine moaned and shook, her hips bucking against the air in a desperate bid for release, in hope that a cock would materialize from somewhere and give her what she needed; a vicious, glorious fucking that would make her love life again.
Clair vanished for a moment into the shadows, emerging again, seemingly, with just what Jasmine asked for. She wore a strap-on, long and thick and buzzing. "Now, Jasmine, are you willing to give yourself to me?"
"Fuck me!" Jasmine screamed, tying in vain to hump her way over to Clair, to get that divine orgasm she knew bubbled up inside her.
"Will you give yourself to me?"
"No!" This time, tears came with it. She was alone, kidnapped, drugged, bound, sexually abused, in the midst of being raped while under the influence of a powerful aphrodisiac, and she wanted oh, so very much for it all to be over, but she wouldn't give in.
"Well, then," she smiled, straddling Jasmine's hips and slowly feeding the entire vibrator into her. "I'll just have to keep going then. Marley, sit on her face."
"Yes, Mistress Clair."
Jasmine was powerless as Clair began to fuck her hard on the floor, her hands still behind her back, and now the pale gothic lolita lowering her pussy onto her face. She could again do nothing but oblige, especially since Marley seemed to just be caught in Clair's web, a servant with no mind of her own left who just served this terrible, awful woman. She found Marley's pussy to also be delightful, and just pure sweetness. It was almost like candy, actually--black liquorice, it reminded her of. Again, she found the taste to be simply divine and could do nothing less than indulge herself to every last drop of the delicious quim.
Clair rammed the toy deep into Jasmine's pussy again and again, relentlessly pounding the girl with all her strength. A loud squelching sound echoed in the de facto basement "love den", as Claire liked to put it, as she abused Jasmine's sopping wet cunt, the sound made again with each frantic thrust. She planted her hands on Jasmine's thighs, keeping her legs in place and spread, using it for leverage to fuck her just that much harder.
Marley moaned, her head back as she rocked back and forth on Jasmine's tongue in ecstasy. "Please join me and become Mistress Clair's servant, Jasmine. We'll have so much fun together. It feels so good, and you're so hot. Please. We can share Mistress Clair and all love each other and have sex and..." she stopped talking as Jasmine's tongue worked overtime, not a conscious decision, just an effect of the drug. Untold pleasures shook her to the core as she came again on Jasmine's face, riding out her orgasm with the most emphatic scream she could muster--it wasn't much different than her usual monotone, but it was noticeable nonetheless.
Just as she had rode her orgasm to its very end, though, another struck. And another. Jasmine hit her stride as her famed techniques paid off, rewarding Marley with several orgasms fired off at once, sending her body into a spasm as she overdosed on pleasure. She dismounted Jasmine, if only to let the body-wracking sensations subside.
"Why won't I cum?" Jasmine screamed as Clair kept up the assault on her now very abused little flower.
"The drug is a very special blend, in that it ties you to a psychic Pokemon. One who will keep their hold on you and not let you cum until you submit." She pulled the strap-on out of Jasmine, and within seconds, shoved it all into her tight, near-virgin ass, eliciting a terrible scream. "Once you submit, you will be given one of the best orgasms of your life. Well, maybe not. Because I'm better. The orgasm brewing inside you is nothing compared to what my skill can do, but it will still be the greatest you've had. So come on, just say it."
Jasmine moaned and cried and begged in the same sound as Clair fucked her ass just as relentlessly. Untold pleasures, and all she had to do was say yes? Just submit? And then she could have everything she wanted, escape the usual troubles of her day, the stress of running her gym, and have fun? Marley's promises of sex, of love...
Everything in the world seemed to stand behind Clair, everything good and pure and great about life. And all she had to do was enter a loving relationship where she'd be taken care of? How could she have been so blind?
"Yes!" Jasmine moaned, a smile creeping across Clair's face. "I submit myself to you, Mistress Clair. I am yours and only yours for the rest of my life, a devoted little slut who will lovingly tend to your every need and worship every inch of your glorious body."
As the words ended, the orgasm hit. And Clair was right. Her pussy nearly erupting with her juices as her body shook violently, moans and screams and obscenities all swirling around into some perfect harmony of orgasmic bliss. White hot pleasure tore through her, replacing the fires of lust with the fires of divine satisfaction. She almost passed out because the pleasure surging through her was just too much to take.
Her breathing was heavy and rapid as the orgasm subsided, and she found Marley and Clair kneeling in front of her, their faces just near hers.
"Let's seal the deal on a kiss, ladies."
"Yes, Mistress Clair," Jasmine and Marley spoke in unison as the three joined in a deep, long kiss, the taste of two pussies and Claire's ass all meeting.
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"Are you sure you want to do this?" asked the league official.
"Yes, I am certain that I want to release ownership and responsibility of the Olivine City Gym." Jasmine stood in her white dress, looking pristine and happy, positively radiant with happiness. She had come back from her vacation the best anyone had ever seen her, but also claiming she was in love with Clair, and that she would rather give up her career as a gym leader and move in with her girlfriend. At her side was her new best friend, Marley, also looking her best and teeming with joy.
"Then sign here," the man said, handing her the paper.
Jasmine took the pen and signed, stopping just a moment before writing the last few letters. Her breathing became a little ragged and her face reddened.
"Are you okay?" he asked her.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just got a little nervous about this. Big life decision, after all." She finished signing her name, handed him the paper, shook his hand, and promptly left.
She and Marley made their way to the panel van waiting to take them to Blackthorn. They would have taken something less dated and rickety and slow, but they wanted time to themselves.
In the back, Claire sat, waiting, wrapped only in a silk sheet. "And now my little sluts are back," she smiled. "How was it, Jasmine?"
"It was wonderful, Mistress Clair," she responded as she and Marley sat down and closed the van doors behind them. The driver, an employee of the Blackthorn gym, started the car as Clair drew closer to her, pulling up the white dress to reveal a small, egg-shaped vibrator taped to her leg, her pussy dripping from the recent orgasm.
"You'll wear one of these in public every time you go out of the manor, like Marley does."
"Yes, I will. Thank you for giving me pleasure even as you attend to more important duties, Mistress Clair."
Clair pushed Marley and Jasmine onto their backs and smiled. "We have three hours until we get to Blackthron, my lovelies, and if I don't orgasm six times by then, you'll get the lash. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mistress Clair."
And so Jasmine began her new life as Clair's loyal, devoted sex slave. And she loved every second of it.