It gets worse.

After the series of distractions and a rough ride up the stairs, Cocksleeve plopped down in the center of her room and began to cry. Blue looked on, feeling nothing in his heart but a lot in his pants. “Damn she has a phat ass.” He thought, eyes only on how her cheeks pushed up against the ground. “Can’t wait to plow it like a cornfield. Wait, did Mrs.B say something about her getting off on this?” He looked closely, and among the many stains on her jean shorts he noticed a large wet spot under her pussy. Smirking, he decided it was time to stop the waterworks. They had work to do.

Cocksleeve felt Blue’s hand firmly slap the back of her head, knocking her to the ground. She looked up, surprised by the sudden display of ****. “Stop crying bimbo. I want you to watch this.”

And watch she did, as Blue started the process of ramshacking her room. He walked to her window, opening it wide to the hot summer air. Looking down he saw a patch were no grass grew beside the home. “Perfect” He said, confusing the dumb girl.

Starting with the bedside table, Blue grabbed her lamp and tossed it casually out the window. Cocksleeve winced as it smashed againt the ground. “That was a birthday present...”

Blue kept up the trend, tossing everything that was of no use to him outside the window. Her pillows, her trophy (Most likely to be **** from her graduating class at Trainer School) her knick knacks, her computer... the list goes on. As Cocksleeve sat on the floor, she thought about the items as they flew past her: “That was from christmas, I saved up 3 months to buy that, my best friend gave me that, never got around to reading that, that’s my favourite picture...”. Mostly, she was watching for one specific item. She prayed to any God out there that she had hidden it well enough that Blue would miss it, as if he found it her whole life would be incredibly worse.

As Blue was ripping a poster of the walls, a picture caught his eye. His ****, taking a selfie with another girl. She looked hot in a completely different way than cocksleeve was hot. Her body was tight, her ‘assets’ average (dwarfed compared to the bimbo beside her) and her face beautiful. But most of all, Blue noticed her eyes. While Cocksleeve had a perpetual dullness in her gaze, hinting at her simple nature, this girl had a sharpness to her. Smart, and she knew it. He could already tell that she thought she was better than those around her (anyone would if they were friends with Amber). This girl was a catch. Where Cocksleeve broke like a focus sash, this girl had steel.

He had to have her.

“Cocksleeve, who is this? You may speak to tell me.” He commanded, focus entirely on the picture. “That... that’s my best friend Rosa. She wanted to be a trainer too, but her mom made her move to Unova before she turned 18.” “I will keep that in mind.” Blue pocketed the picture, and through away the frame. “Now shut your whore mouth.”

Hanging on one wall, Blue found what looked to be a leash. The rope unfrayed, the name plate blank, it was clearly made for Amber’s first pokemon. But now that Amber was Cocksleeve, she didn’t need it anymore. Instead, Blue grabbed a pen and wrote something on it quickly, before turning towards the slut. Before she even knew what was happening, the collar was around her neck, proudly displaying her new name: ‘Cocksleeve’. She whimpered, about the protest before seeing the glare Blue gave her. The strong, dominante look stopped her from speaking, and caused the spot of her shorts to grow. “Now people will know your name without me having to explain it. Wear it with what little pride you have left.” He said, turning back to continue his work.

Soon, Blue had completely striped the room of all Cocksleeve’s visible belongings. All that was left was the drawers, and what was inside them. He sighed, feeling a bit tired from destroying all of the item’s most precious to his ****. Cocksleeve, shivering from the wind blowing on her wet clothes, felt lower than ever. Everything that connected her to her previous freedom was gone. On the bright side, he hadn’t found her sacred possession. They both had a moment to breathe, one from exhaustion and the other from relief.

The moment was too short for the girl, as Blue walked over to her bedside drawers and opened the top. At first, Blue was annoyed. More textbooks the bitch couldn’t read if she tried. But while searching through the useless junk he spotted something that caught his eye. Bright red, with a recognizable shape. He pulled on it, revealing one of Amber’s secrets: a 4 inch, bright red, pokemon styled dildo. She inhaled sharply at the sight of it. While not the item on her mind, this was still not great for him to find.

“You used this to get off?” Blue said incredulously. “It’s so small, I am surprised you could even feel it inside. And not even a human dick? What is this, the growlithe growler blaster?” Cocksleeve, blushed, embarrassed that he guessed correctly. Not that you could tell she was blushing, with a healthy application of dried cum covering her cheeks. He turned to her. “If this is what you are used to, we are going to have a lot of fun later.”. He winked, spreading fear and arousal through her body. If 4 inches were big for her before, how is he going to handle Blue’s slowpoke tail?

Blue noticed that the dildo appeared unwashed and recently used, dried white liquid covering it to the hilt. He had an idea. Smirking, he quickly walked over to his **** and shoved it into her mouth. Cocksleeve gagged, shocked by the 2nd mouth invader she had today and the awful fishy taste it brought with it. “If you can’t remember that your hole is for sucking, not talking, you will have to suck all the time.” He smirked, pulling his hand away. As she reached up to immediately pull it out, he turned back to the drawers and absently said “If you take it out, it’s going in your ass.”

Blue didn’t have to check that she left it in. The bitch was already more obedient than a champion’s ace, and she clearly was worried about penetration beyond her face hole. Furthermore, she was definitely getting off on doing what he commanded. He could practically hear the drops from her sopping cunt hit the floor. Quickly he finished looking through that drawer, confirming the dildo as his only prize there.

Cocksleeve was living up to her name as she watched Blue move from the bedside to her dresser. She knew this had been coming, and was dreading it. Blue was enjoying prolonging that dread, building up to this moment. He looked at her, seeing utter defeat as she gazed down to the ground, dildo filling every part of the head that wasn’t covered in cum. Triumphant, he turned to the dresser and opened the first drawer.

“I want you to remember something. Everytime I throw one of these drawers out the window, you will never wear what was in it again. I am never going to buy you clothes, or give you cover. This is it, and it is gone forever.” She looked up at him while he spoke, and saw him throw the drawer with her socks out the window. “Next up, pants and shorts. Sluts like you shouldn’t cover their asses anyways.” Thud. Another drawer gone. Cocksleeve wallowed in the idea of losing all her clothes, forever. She watched as he grabbed the next drawer, and tossed away her ability to cover her top. Thud. A surge of pleasure through her as she realized this is as horny as she had ever been. Her shorts were soaked, and her hands instinctively went to her crotch.

Blue had seen how slutty her shirts were (nothing bigger than a kid would wear), reminiscing on how much he had wanted to rip each and everyone one off her at some point. He didn’t expect that the next drawer, designated to bras, would be even more telling. “This is all the bras you own? There is only one thing in here!”. In the shelf was only one tiny strip of fabric, a bikini top that she clearly got before puberty. Bright blue, it had small pokeball icons were the nipples would go. It’s small cups would only be able to barely hold Cocksleeve’s giant tits, and that was only if the short strings could tie around the back.

As Blue asked his question, Cocksleeve looked down in shame. He quickly put two and two together: “If that is your only bra, what did you wear when it was dirty? You just went braless with those milk jugs of yours 90% of the time?” Her deepening frown told him he was right. “You are such a whore, you know that? Even without me doing this, using you as my toy, you are a fucking slut. Just look at you! Your fucking jilling right now!” Cocksleeve looked at her crotch, only now noticing how the hand that once covered it was now furiously rubbing. “I need to stop. I need to stop right now!” She thought, her hand speeding up. “If I don’t stop then he is right. I am just a filthy fucking slut.” As she thought this, her knees buckled slightly. The pleasure was starting to overtake her.

Blue looked away, disgusted, before putting the tiny top in his bag and throwing out the shelf. As he did this, he saw quite the gathering around the pile he was making. People were looking through, trying to understand what was happening and if they could salvage anything. Blue called out “All these shit used to belong to the bimbo Amber! Now her name is Cocksleeve, she is my property and I can do whatever I want with her shit! Take what you want.” With that, people started to grab things. Anything that survived the fall was being looked through, especially Cocksleeve’s clothes.

Blue leaned back inside, hearing Amber making noises. She was moaning around the dildo. Her hand moving with more fever than ever while her other went to her tit. Apparently his speech had turned her on even more.

“Ok slut. This is it. Your last line of defense. After this you are left with just the outfit you have now. If you would even call it that at this point. Say goodbye to your panties whore.” Blue ripped out the last shelf, seeing the collection of thongs and g-strings. There was also no way that this amount of underwear could last, so she obviously went commando most of the time. He spared one more glance at his ****. The cum had dried almost completely, masking her face. Her eyes were wild; a combination of ecstasy and humiliation. She had stopped holding back her hands. Her left was under her shirt, teasing her nipple he presumed. The right had somehow slinked it’s way into her form fitting shorts, rubbing unabashedly on her cunt. The shorts themselves were ruined. Soaked completely with lady cum, they were steadily dripping into a growing pool on the ground. The strain of her hand in them was proving too much for the already weakened shorts, showing signs of irreversible stretching on the sides and maybe the start of a tear on the most stressed spot. That’s what she gets for dressing 3 sizes small, he thought. Her eyes met his. They plead, for both mercy and release. He smirked and turned towards the window.

“Here are the bitch’s panties! Grab them while you can!” He exclaimed, relishing in the squeals from behind them. The crowd looked up, and just as he was about to throw them to the wind, something caught his eye. A matching bottom for the bikini top he grabbed. What would have been a modest cover on a average 12 year old girl would cover nothing on his ****. The bright blue pattern continued, with a single pokeball on the rear. Blue quickly grabbed them and with one last glare to the girl he threw all the rest away.

Cocksleeve saw that, and hit the point she had been striving for. Her eyes locked with Blue’s as she had the biggest orgasm of her life. Her whole body shuddered, her pussy used water gun. Her eyes never left Blue’s until the moment it ended. She collapsed into the puddle of her own juices, now sprayed across the room. As she was recovering the people outside were celebrating, grabbing at the the panties that used to belong to everyone’s biggest fantasy. Oak certainly made sure he caught a pair or two, before making his way back to the lab.

Blue walked up to the heaving body of Cocksleeve, stepping in the lude puddle she had just formed. He grabbed her face suddenly, startling her. “From now on, you only cum when I say so. Understood?” She weakly nodded. “Good. I think we are done here. Let’s get the fuck out of...” He paused. He felt like he was forgetting something. Or maybe missing something. He locked eyes with Cocksleeve. What he thought was just the effects of the orgasm was actually something else. Nervousness? What could possibly be making her nervous after the humiliation she just went through? She started to breathe heavier and made her fatal error. For a split second, she stopped looking at Blue and looked at her bed. That one moment told Blue all he needed to know.

“I missed something, didn’t I?” he jested. “There is something under your mattress.”

Panic filled her face, her cries stifled by the fake cock that was still in her mouth. Blue stood up, walked to the mattress and lifted it, revealing Amber’s most prized possession, and the one item she hoped more than anything he would not see.