How far can i go?

As I sat there, heart racing, the reality of what I had done sunk in. Jessie and James were... changed. They were now under my control—like Pokémon. And as I looked at Jessie, her body now obeying my every command, I couldn't help but admire her form. She was taller than the average female trainer, with curves that seemed to have been drawn by a master artist. Her tight black catsuit hugged every inch of her, leaving little to the imagination. I found myself wondering just how far i could go with her.

Swallowing my nerves, I reached out and took hold of the zipper that ran down the back of her outfit. Her body was stiff, awaiting my next order. I slowly pulled it down, letting the cool forest air kiss her skin. She shivered slightly, but otherwise made no protest. The material parted, revealing her bare back. I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the racing of my own pulse as the fabric whispered away from her body.

Underneath, she wore a skimpy red bra and panties set, which matched the crimson of the Rocket insignia on the front of her outfit. Her skin was pale, unmarred by the sun. She was a sight to behold, and the power I held over her was intoxicating. My hands trembled as I unclipped the bra, letting it fall to the floor. Jessie’s breasts bounced free, full and perky with dark pink nipples standing erect. My eyes devoured every inch of her, my mind racing with the possibilities of what I could do with her newfound obedience.

I reached out, my fingertips grazing the softness of her skin. She was warm to the touch, and a small gasp escaped her lips—though it was hard to tell if it was from the coolness of the air or from my touch. I traced the curves of her breasts, watching them sway gently in response to my movements. Her breathing grew heavier, the only sign of any internal struggle she might be experiencing. I paused at her nipples, gently pinching and rolling them between my thumb and forefinger. They responded immediately, growing taut and sensitive.

Jessy kept acting like a Pokemon moaning her own name in pleasure, jessy jessy!

The forest was eerily quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves and the faint moans of pleasure that escaped Jessie’s lips. My touch grew bolder, and I couldn’t resist the urge to explore further. I slid my hand down her stomach, feeling the muscles contract beneath my fingertips. The catsuit peeled away as I continued, revealing the matching red panties that clung to her hips. My heart hammered in my chest as I hooked my fingers into the waistband and began to pull them down, exposing her sex.

Her pussy was trimmed neatly, the pinkness of her skin a stark contrast to the dark fabric that had been hiding it. I couldn’t help but lean in closer, breathing in her scent. It was faint, but intoxicating—like a wildflower that had just been picked. I spread her legs gently, and she complied without protest. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of her wetness, glistening in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the canopy above us.

With a hunger that surprised even myself, I positioned my body behind hers. She was still facing the tree, her hands planted firmly on the trunk for balance. I stepped closer, aligning my cock with her slick entrance. I took a moment to appreciate the power I had over her—how she would take whatever I gave without question. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

With a gentle push, I slid into her. Jessie gasped, her eyes rolling back as she felt me fill her up. She was tight, hot, and wet, her body reacting instinctively to the intrusion despite her mind being trapped in the haze of the Rocket Ball's control. Her moans grew louder with each thrust, echoing through the forest. "Jessy, Jessy," she chanted, the word becoming a mantra of pleasure.

Her body responded to my touch as if it had been programmed to do so, her hips pushing back to meet each of my movements. The sensation of being inside her was indescribable—like nothing I had ever felt before. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through me, and I found myself getting lost in the rhythm of our bodies. The power of the Rocket Ball was absolute, and I reveled in the control it gave me over Jessie's every move, every breath.

With one hand still gripping her hip, I raised my other hand and slapped her ass. The sound echoed through the stillness of the forest, a sharp crack that made the birds in the trees take flight. Jessie's moan grew louder, the sting of my hand on her skin only serving to drive her pleasure higher. I could feel her tightening around me, her body begging for more. The slap had left a rosy imprint on her pale skin, and I couldn’t resist the urge to do it again.

I spanked her once more, savoring the way her flesh jiggled with the impact. Her body arched back, her ass pushing out towards me as if begging for another hit. My cock throbbed inside her, the sensation of her tightening walls nearly sending me over the edge. She was like a living, breathing sex toy, responding to every touch, every command. It was a heady feeling, one that made me want to push her even further.

With a growl, I grabbed her hips and slammed into her, my rhythm growing more frantic. Jessie's moans grew louder, filling the air as she rocked back into me. Her pussy clenched around me, and I knew she was close. The tension grew, my balls tightening as I approached my climax. The world around us faded away, leaving only the sound of our bodies colliding and the sweet scent of arousal.

I could feel Jessie's orgasm building, her walls pulsing around my cock in time with her cries of "Jessy, Jessy!" Her legs began to wobble, and I wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her steady. With a final, **** thrust, I released inside her, filling her with my seed. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before—hot, intense, and overwhelming.

As my climax subsided, Jessie's body went limp, and I pulled out of her, panting. The Rocket Ball's control was still firmly in place, and she remained bent over the tree, panting and trembling slightly. Her eyes were glazed over, and she looked at me with an expression that was almost innocent—like she was waiting for her next order.

I took a moment to catch my breath, the reality of what had just transpired weighing heavily on my mind. The power of the Rocket Ball was undeniable, and the thought of having Jessie—and James—under my complete control was both thrilling and unsettling.

With trembling hands, I picked up the discarded Poké Balls, the weight of the decision in my palms. After a moment's consideration, I decided to return them to their confines. I approached Jessie, who was still in her post-coital haze, and pressed the button to recall her. The red light engulfed her, and she disappeared into the small sphere with a faint poof. I could feel the ball grow warm in my hand as I tucked it into my pocket, the pulsing reminder of what I had done. James went back into his ball too for now and i had to decide what to do.