Fuck him silly

EDIT: I've been spelling "separate" as "seperate" what is wrong with my grammar lol

You grab James by his harness, pulling him into a deep kiss. He responds in kind, throwing his arms over your shoulders and embracing you. You two don't just kiss, either. You both aggressively lock tongues and fondle each other. You reach for James's package and hear a muffled moan from him. In The end, James is overtaken by you, and is unable to keep with how aggressive you are at kissing. He leans back and can only weakly move his tongue around your mouth. Eventually, James has to break away to catch his breath.

"Fuck... Master, where did you learn to kiss so well?" James is unable to break eye contact from you. His smile shows that he's been given a newfound purpose in life: you. He now worships the very ground you stand on, and wishes to breathe the very air you exhale. You continue kissing for a bit, but then decide to get to the real action. You spin James around, and pin him to the ground.

"Master, you're so eager~"

You can't take it anymore. That plump ass of his is begging you to breed it. You start thrusting, and James starts moaning. A rush of adrenaline overtakes you. You reach one hand around to start tugging James off, since it's not easy to fuck him in the ass with only one hand to do it. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Hex Maniac kneeling next to Hypno. She seems to beholding the pokeball and chanting something. Your attention is drawn back by James's moaning.

"Thank- ah! You, Master for claiming Me."

You're almost at your limit, and ask James if he's close, too.

"Fuck yes! I'm so close! I love you, Master! Cum with me! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

You shoot your load, and so does James. Another burst of pink light, and James's harness has disappeared. You spin him so he's facing you, and, sure enough, there's a tattoo of chained-up heart just like Jessie. This one, instead of being on his chest, is on the lower part of his belly, just above his crotch. You and James bask in the afterglow. You never thought a day like this would happen. You managed to enslave several people in the span of a day, and made them _willing _to become your minions. James gently pulls you into an embrace, and starts pecking at your neck. You hold him gently as you sit there in the cold night air. You ask James if he brought anything to build a tent.

"Yes, Master. My bag is just over there. We also have more than enough sleeping bags for you and the rest of your harem." You get up, much to James's distress, and start setting up the tent. You fear that it could take you quite awhile to set up the tent, but thankfully, it only takes about 10 minutes. Once you're done, you stand back and look at it. Oh yeah, Everyone will definitely be able to fit in there. Isn't there someone you're missing, though? You think about it before realizing that the answer to your question was standing near where you were breeding James and Jessie earlier. You almost forgot! Meowth was standing around this entire time, even when Jessie was getting edged by Hex Maniac! You go through Jessie's backpack and find another empty pokeball, opening it and putting Meowth away. Once the tent has been set up, you order slaves to follow you to bed. You see Jenny look up from what she's doing. for the past few minutes, she's had Jessie's head in her lap, and has been gently caressing the **** woman's hair. Jenny stops, and slowly drags Jessie by the underarms into the tent.

"Like, Master, you've got such a way of making women submit to you!" Jenny praises, before curling up into a queen-sized sleeping bag next to Jessie. Hex Maniac walks up to you, and kisses you on the lips, before going into the tent, carrying Team Rocket's bags with her.

"Good night, Master. I'll be waiting, if you decide to sleep with me, instead of James. Oh, and one more thing before I forget! Go talk to Hypno about the pokeball, before you go to bed."

She then goes into the tent, and James isn't far behind, stopping only to wrap both of his arms around your right arm.

"Shall we, Master?" He asks. You don't go to bed quite yet, though. That Hypno is still here, and has the same pokeball it was trapped in. However, Something about the ball has changed. The top of the ball is now black with the team rocket insignia painted over it. The bright red letter "R" contrasting nicely against the black. As for the underside of the ball, it is now red instead of white. The Hypno seems to have only turned the ball into a team rocket-themed version of any regular pokeball, but the Hypno assures you that is not the case.

What you see before you is a Corrupted Ball. It may look like Team Rocket's standard ball that they sometimes use, but it is much better than that.

The Hypno stops, as it immediately sees into your juvenile mind at how you want to make an innuendo about "corrupted balls." The hypno seems to "chuckle" (in the way that only a telepath who's unable to speak can chuckle) at your thought.

You humans and your dirty jokes... What is it your kind says? "Get your mind out of the gutter?" I believe that's the quote. Well, regardless, the pokeball I'm holding is more than just a cosmetic upgrade. Like I communicated a moment ago, it may appear to be Team Rocket's red-and-black ball that is standard issue for its agents, but I assure you that it is so much more.

The Hypno walks up to you, placing the ball in your hand, as a token of good will. You immediately start to understand what he might be getting at. For starters, it has a sort of _weight _to it. Not a physical weight. In fact, he ball is as light as it was before you let Hypno out of it. No, it's a kind of spiritual weight. The kind of thing that might fill normal with dread... but you're not like other people. You can't quite explain it, but the sickening terrible feeling is actually very pleasant to you. Like the excitement you have before sex, or when you go up the incline of a rollercoaster. It's not terrifying, to you. It's exciting, like a rush of adrenaline. You wonder if this is where the "corrupted" part comes into play. You look away from the corrupted ball back down to Hypno, silently demanding an explanation through the look you give him.

Very astute, human. Yes, that feeling in the pit of your stomach does relate to the ball's corruption. You see, the ball recognizes you wish to dominate and enslave others. The ball was once an inanimate object, but now has sentience. It can sense those who lead and, and those who follow. It is looking into your heart, and seeing if you are someone who submits... or someone who conquers. If you are worthy to use it's power, it will submit to you, and help you enslave others. But if you aren't, then the ball will not only reject you, but capture you and wait for someone who worthy to find it. So, if your heart yearns to submit, now would be the time to hand over that ball, lest it capture you and enslave you on behalf of whoever finds it next. But, if you have the potential that I see in you, then the ball shall not only submit to your will, but give you the power that no master ball could ever wield.

The ball starts to glow red. In your head, you hear another voice, separate from Hypno.

"I SUBMIT TO YOU." This new voice says. The letter "R" printed on the ball glows red slightly, and does not fade away.

Yes! Good! Well done, human. You passed its test. You showed that you are fit to lead. Now, I mentioned that the ball would capture you if it saw that you were unfit to lead. What I'm about to tell you should be rather obvious, in light of that fact. This ball has the ability to capture both man and beast.

Wickedly, you begin to smile at this reveal. You understand. You look back toward Jessie's backpack. Specifically, towards the two dozen pokeballs. Imagine the possibilities...

Would you like to know the most sinfully delightful part of it? You don't even have beat your opponent in battle to use it. If it's a pokemon you encounter, even if it already has an owner, you'll be able to use it on them before they even have a chance to fight back. Once you let them out of the ball, it'll fight for you without question. As for humans, they'll come out corrupted and brainwashed, but the interior of the ball changes depending on whether a human or pokemon is in there. If a pokemon is inside, then the interior remains the same as any other ball, but for humans... well, why don't I just show you.

The Hypno flashes an image through your head of a smiling, naked woman with mahogany hair that she wears in a ponytail, facing James. James uses a corrupted ball and throws it. She seems happy that he's about to capture her. And when it does, you follow the woman to the interior of the ball. The corrupted ball makes this special interior just for humans. The walls look a padded cell you might find in an insane asylum, but with a major difference. Instead of soft white fabric, these padded walls are made of black rubber latex. The light bounces off the rubber, giving it a glistening, shiny look. You don't know how long this ball has been used for, but the latex looks like it was polished yesterday. Part of you starts to understand that it could only stay this pristine through the supernatural energies coursing through the ball. The. The room inside the ball is massive. You could easily host a concert or a pokemon championship inside this spherically-shaped room with all the space it has. Lining the walls are what appear to be hundreds of tool racks, like the one you'd find in someone's garage. Upon inspecting it further, you notice there are no tools. At least, not the kind you'd use for construction. On each of these tool racks are thousands upon thousands of sex toys and pieces of bondage equipment designed for both men and women. You look around further and see BDSM furniture, as well. X-frames, bondage beds, sex swings, sybians, you name it. Then, Your attention is drawn back to the woman inside this pokeball. The smile on her face grow wider, and her cheeks turn beet red. Long pieces of black electrical tape shoot out from the walls and restrain her. They grab her by the wrists and ankles, and she' bound and suspended in air, in the spread eagle position, her arms and legs making an x-shape. From one of the tool racks, a device starts to float towards her. You see that it's an electronically-locked chastity belt with an endless battery supply. You look at the chastity belt and see two delightfully diabolical features: A butt plug with a built-in vibrator is welded to the back and a wheel of tiny brushes at the front. It's not just designed to lock her away, it's also meant to edge her. The belt attaches to the woman's groin, inserting the plug first before attaching the rest of itself to her. The woman cries it out in pleasure, anticipating the months-long (possibly even longer) edging streak she's about to endure. Even at the prospect of being trapped and edged, the woman doesn't seem to mind, as this information only arouses her further. The electrical tape lowers the woman to the ground before freeing her entirely, no longer restraining her. The woman only stays in place, embracing her fate and awaiting the next step. She looks up and, out of curiosity, so do you. You see a hatch in the ceiling has opened, and a mechanical arm is descending towards her. The arm itself is holding a leather collar with a metal D-ring, a VR headset with two earbuds connected, and a red ballgag with a faux-penis designed to stuff her mouth.

"Yes! Yes! YEEEEEESSSSS! TAKE ME! MAKE ME YOURS! FUCKING OWN ME!" The woman almost screams with zealous glee. The arm is unable to respond to the woman, only continuing at its same pace. The arm finally reaches the woman and stops just above her head. The woman, needless to say, does not resist as the headset is affixed to her head you notice that, instead of the usual head strap most VR headsets have, this one has a leather straps and a belt buckle. The buckle in question has a padlock built in, so if the prisoner _does _somehow escape, they won't be able to pull off the headset in time to stop their imminent brainwashing. Several miniature arms pop the earbuds into place. Then, they get to work affixing the gag, stuffing the fake rubber cock down her throat.

"MMMMMM~" You hear her moan. Then, the finishing touches are applied. The mechanical arm retreats into the ceiling, its task complete. Two panels open in the floor near the woman: One dircetly in front of and one behind her. The Panels reveal them selves to be two sheets of rubber that, when combined, make a vacbed. The two sheets press toward the woman, setting the vacbed in place, loosely covering her body in rubber from the neck down. But the job isn't done yet. One corner of the bed has some type of valve or air nozzle. A rubber hose is applied to this valve by one of the many robotic arms. The hose begins to whir loudly as the air is sucked out of the vacbed. Within one minute, the woman's features are accentuated through the vacuum bed. Her deliciously huge breasts and hard nipples bulge out as if trying to punch through the rubber. And her... you realize it's not exactly a cameltoe, but it's the closest she'll get to one since she's wearing a chastity belt. The two panel compartments go back into the floor, before one other floor panel opens revealing another compartment. Two arms hold the vacbed by its frame, keeping it upright, before a third one appears. Attached to this arm are both a cylinder marked "PAINT" on the bottom, and an aersol nozzle at the front. The arm gets to work, painting the exterior of the bed. You realize its applying serial info.

R

Name: Ketchum, Delia

Date Captured: May 22nd, 1997

Serial #: 1000

The compartment in the floor slides up a rectangular rack other vacbeds, all of them inhabited and all wearing VR headsets, with serial numbers going up to 999. The one at the top, number 9999 has a muscular man trapped inside, serial number and above him as an empty slot where another bed would fit perfectly. The arms lift up this "Delia" woman and put her into the empty space on the rack. With that, the arms quickly retreat back into their compartment. The rack follows suit, although much more slowly, so as to not break the precious cargo it holds. The floor panel closes up, sealing the slaves away once again. You blink, and are brought back to reality. There are no words to describe how arousing you found that, even after two back-to-back rounds of sex. An object flies out of the tent, glowing red. It must have flown out of James's bag, cuz it's also a corrupted ball

Now you understand. With that power... you'll be unstoppable...

He's asking you if you want him to work for you. He wants to get men and women for you and hypnotize them so they can become your slaves. In exchange for what, though?

****. I believe your kind would refer to it as "An eye for an eye." I want to see all of Team Rocket become victims of the same fate they **** upon me! I want them all in chains, metaphorical, physical, it doesn't matter! THEY ALL MUST FALL BENEATH A DICTATOR!

You clutch your head in agony. I felt like there was both an immense heat coming from your head, microwaving your brain. You quickly put together why that was. The Hypno was angry. No, not angry. Furious. And the voice in his head got louder and louder! It felt like your brain was being microwaved from the inside! Finally, it stopped. The hypno took a deep breath in before slowly exhaling.

My apologies, human. You're not the one I should be targeting with my anger. I don't want any of them to die. I have no wish to ****. Instead, I wish a worse wate. I want to see them subjugated under an iron fist! If you accept my offer, then this could be the start of a mutually beneficial partnership. A "business relationship," if you will. Think about it: In exchange for giving you both hypnotized men and women (even if they're not even remotely affiliated with Team Rocket), you let me hypnotize and enslave their leader all by myself! You can even keep Giovanni as a ****, if you so wish! All I desire is to see him catastrophically fall from grace, and licking your boot like the pathetic worm he is. So, do you accept my offer, human? Or perhaps I should be calling you "Master?"