Brand her new Bitch

Blaziken was a vindictive Pokemon, and she was eager to take out some of her anger on Judy for what she did there. So, the first thing she did when Mario lowered her arms was strip Judy of the now soiled Leotard, ripping it off with strength and some stripping. Judy started to stir as this happened, feeling the air of the arena on her skin as she started to realize what was happening.

Standing above her, threatening her as no predator had ever threatened her before, was Blaziken. The Pokemon had torn her leotard open in places, exposing her now dripping pussy, as well as her tits to the crowd, much to her fans' amusement. But worse was what the Pokemon held in her hand, the wrist now burning hot, and heating a large, metal brand. One whose emblem on it, was a Blaziken head. And one whose owner looked down at her with cruel glee as the brand slowly prepared itself for use.

Judy attempted to get away, her instincts telling her to flee no matter what the rules stated. Before she could get far, Blazekin grabbed her by the ears and hauled her to her feet. "Ah ah ah, rabbit ~ You know the rules here: you are mine now~."

"Please, you can't do this to me!" Judy screamed in terror, being threatened now with being mutilated at the hands of her foe. She looked to Mario in desperation. "Stop her, I'm begging you!"

Mario looked dejected: he hated this type of cruelty, but Blazekin had won. This was her reward. "Sorry, nothing I can do here."

Judy squirmed as the brand glowed hotter and hotter. Judy's fans cried out in anguish and anger at what was about to be done to their fighter, but Blazekin's fans cheered it on louder still. This was exactly the sadism they came for, why they cheered on the fire type so much. And now, she was going to permanently mark the cop as hers, forever. No way to undo it, no way to hide it.

The Brand now hot and ready, Blazekin held it up to the crowd. "So where are we marking the bitch~?!" she asked them. Cries from Judy's fans for mercy were drowned out by the calls of the crowd. "Womb!" "Brand her ass!" "Face! Force her to show it!" "Give the Tramp a proper stamp for her kind!" They cried and demanded, Blazekin listening to them as she debated where to brand Judy. All the while, the cop desperately but futilely attempted to escape the grip.