More punishment, then relaxation.

Your ****-assisted snooze is ended suddenly by Grianos’ chirping, and you startle awake. Sitting up in bed, you yawn and stretch your entire torso, feeling your muscles reawaken. It’s as you’re rubbing the sleep out of your eyes that it all comes back; angering Alberich, what he did to you, the humiliation and rage you felt, you unleashing your wrath on those Grunts. And of course, the fact that the two male Grunts would be coming here at a quarter past midnight. Checking the clock on your nightstand, your Natu has indeed woken you up at midnight on the dot.

“Good work buddy. Now, I’m gonna go wash up.” You say, smiling at the psychic type. He tweets happily, pleased to hear your praise. You quickly pull yourself out of bed, stretching once again, and then rush into your compact bathroom. It’s technically the next day, and you’ll be damned if you’re waiting until morning to clean that creepy scientist’s spunk off of you. Not like he’s gonna know. Swiftly stepping into the shower, you turn it on and start scrubbing the dried semen off of your face and breasts. The water is cold, but you only have a little while until the men arrive, so waiting for it to heat up isn’t an option. Once you’re satisfied with your skin’s cleanliness, you grab the detachable shower-head and shove it into your vagina, determined to lower the chance of pregnancy by as much as you can. It actually feels fairly good, but there’s no time to masturbate either. Hmm, maybe you can make the Grunts do something to help with your arousal…

Turning the shower off, you leave it and quickly towel yourself off, your hair only slightly wet since you did your best to avoid it getting wet. You can take a full shower once this is over. As you pass by the mirror, something catches your eye. The same thing that always does when you catch sight of your back in the mirror; a red R tattooed on the small of your back. Everyone who makes it past Grunt status - aside from researchers - has to get a tattoo like this somewhere on their body. Yours always grabs your attention for one simple reason; you hate it. You hate having this mark on your flesh, like a brand or sign of ownership. But, getting it was necessary to cement your place in Team Rocket, to make sure you could be a part of the organization that will control the world, someday.

Returning to your bedroom, you throw on an azure satin nightie, your normal sleepwear. Just in time too, as the sound of a knock on your door catches your attention immediately after you slip on the garment. Smirking, you leave Grianos in the bedroom and stride out into the living room. You open your door with a flourish, and take in the sight of the two men before you.

The one who was not offensive stands in the back, saluting you as you open the door. The punished one is in front, and salutes you as well, albeit with less enthusiasm. You laugh out loud as you take in his appearance. He is standing bow-legged, **** not to put any pressure on his balls, and he is covered with cum-stains, though less than you expected. His face and clothes are caked with loads in varying states of dryness, only broken by two tear streaks down his cheeks. He looks exhausted, defeated, humiliated, and it is fucking hilarious.

“HAHAHAHAHAAA! Look at you! Fucking pathetic!” You double over in laughter as the man in front of you shrinks into himself, and his friend chuckles along with you. “Honestly though, it may be *snrk* and improvement! Oh, wow…” You bring your foot up in a swift kick, slamming it into his groin. A choked gasp of high-pitched pain explodes from the man’s lips, and he collapses to his knees. “Oh, sorry. Are you sore? Ooh, I bet you are.”

Fresh tears stream down the Grunt’s face as he whimpers in agony. “I’m sorry… So sorry… Please forgive me…”

You look up at his friend. “You recorded it all, yes?”

“Indeed, Ma’am. I stopped the recording just before we knocked on your door, so as not to catch you in it, like you wanted.” The good Grunt responds.

“Make sure you upload that to our internal database later. By the way, how many men did he end up blowing?” You ask, since you honestly expected the ball-busted guy to be even more cum-splattered.

“Eleven, Ma’am.”

“Only eleven!? In almost two hours? Really?” The man on the ground flinches as you glare down at him.

“Each blowjob took quite a while. He isn’t very good at sucking cock; I can attest to that now.” The still-standing Grunt explains with a smirk.

“Ah, I see. Hm… What is your name?” You direct the question at the unpunished man.

“Ray, Ma’am.”

Looking back at the man on the ground, your eyes glow and you give him a new command. “You need to polish up your cocksucking skills. From now on, you are Ray’s oral ****. You must use your mouth to pleasure him or anyone he tells you to pleasure whenever he says so.” The man’s near-broken spirit shatters completely, and he slumps down in defeat. “Congratulations, Ray. I hope you enjoy your gift.” You don’t actually care that much about rewarding the non-offender, but it makes things so much worse for the offender. So you roll with it.

“I most certainly will, Ma’am. Thank you very much.” Ray salutes you once again, a glint in his eyes.

“If you want to thank me, give me a demonstration.” You say, leaning up against your doorframe as the two men still stand in the hallway.

Ray’s lips curl into a sadistic grin, and he quickly unzips his fly and pulls out his soft cock. “You heard the Agent. Get to work, cocksucker!” The dull-eyed man complies, shifting position on the floor so that he can take his new master’s penis into his mouth. He begins to lick it halfheartedly, no effort truly being put in. You can see why he only managed eleven men in two hours now. Atrociously amateur fellatio. Still, Ray begins to stiffen, dick rising up to a 7 inch length when fully erect. The punished Grunt wraps his lips around the tip and starts bobbing up and down mechanically, only making it about halfway each time.

“Oh for the love of… You are awful at this. This is why you need practice! Here, I’ll help.” You grab the back of the cocksucker’s head and ram it forward, forcing him to take Ray’s entire rod to the base. “There, that’s how deep you need to go! Use your tongue too, for extra stimulation.” The man is gagging, **** on the veiny meat you’ve stuffed down his throat. Even more tears spill down his cheeks as he sputters, his throat convulsing around its invader. Ray groans in pleasure, and you hold his **** down for a solid twenty seconds before pulling off for a breath. He coughs violently, spittle coating his face alongside the ejaculate of eleven men.

You give approximately five seconds before you push him back onto his master’s prick, shoving him all the way down. You don’t leave him there this time though, instead starting to use his head like a fleshlight to fuck Ray’s cock. Kneeling down beside him, you growl into his ear. “It hurts, doesn’t it? It’s humiliating isn’t it? And degrading. Being **** to suck cock, like a female Grunt or a woman who just lost a battle. This is your life now, unless you ever rise to a rank above Agent and can **** me to stop. But, let’s be honest, are you really cut out to make it all the way to Admin? You? You’re nothing special, just a stupid cocksucking whore. That’s it. That’s all you’ll ever be. You’re fucking welcome, bitch.”

The entire time you spoke, you were speeding up your forceful face-fucking of the defeated Grunt on Ray’s dick. The very-lucky-to-have-escaped-your-wrath man moans, and unloads his jizz straight down his ****’s throat. “Learn to love that taste. It’s never going to get washed out of your mouth again.” With those final words, you release the man’s head and stand back up. You weren’t using your powers or anything while you insulted him, but you feel like it may have had the same effect anyway. “Now, ****, head back to your room. I have something else to discuss with your master. If you ever anger me again, I’ll make you put your balls in a vice and clamp it totally shut. Now fuck off.”

The broken man sprints away as fast as he can, and Ray speaks to you as he zips himself up. “How else can I be of service, Ma’am?”

“Come inside. I need a massage.” You reply simply, already walking back into your quarters. The Grunt follows you inside hurriedly, shutting the door behind him. Not looking back at him, you head into your bedroom and look up at your Natu. “Go out and play for a while, buddy. We need privacy.” Grianos nods, then vanishes in a flash of white light. You proceed to pull off the nightie you’re wearing, and finally turn to look at Ray.

The man has followed you into your bedroom, but averts his eyes as you strip. Rolling your eyes, you say “Go ahead and look, you have permission. Drink it in.” He hesitantly turns his eyes back to gaze at you, and then begins hungrily devouring the image before them. “Let me cut to the chase; don’t speak, be as handsy as you want, relieve my stress, and give me a happy ending. Do all of that and you leave here unscathed. Understood?” Ray nods in response. “Good boy, you passed the first test. Saying ‘yes Ma’am’ there would have been really bad for you. Now…” You dig through a drawer, retrieving a bottle of massage oil. “Use this. Start with my back.” You flop down face first onto your bed, laying near the side so that he can access your body easily.

Ray steps quietly up to you, opening the bottle and applying a generous amount of oil to his hands to warm it up. He then gets to work, starting with your shoulders. The grunt rubs his hands across your upper back, covering it with the liquid. He then sets about the actual massage, pressing his fingers into the knots of muscle that are focused mostly in your shoulders and neck. You sigh in contentment as he puts pressure on the sore spots. It’s a little painful, but the relief afterwards is immense. You really need this…

Ray works his way lower, pushing his thumbs into your lower back hard to work out the stress. Moving lower still, he begins groping your round ass, kneading it like dough. He spends quite a while here, taking full advantage of your offer to be handsy, letting his slippery grip play with your buns. Eventually he moves down your legs, digging into the backs of your thighs and calves, rubbing out the knots there as well. You’re starting to feel very loose, very warm; he’s not bad at this by any means. The man’s hands travel back upward, and he runs his fingers across your labia. Back and forth his digits go, until he slips one inside. You moan softly as he begins to finger you, his other hand going back to your ass. It feels wonderful to be served like this, especially since you had such a rough day yesterday. Why did Alberich have to be so cold… literally. You made one tiny mistake, you shouldn’t have been punished…

The Grunt has two fingers inside you now, pumping in and out at a medium speed. It feels very nice, and you need some release after not getting any from the Demise, so you’re starting to build up quickly. “Stop. Let me flip over.” Ray’s hands retract immediately, and you roll over onto your back, now staring up at him. “Continue. You’re doing well.” The man’s face is flushed, and he’s staring at your nude body as if enraptured. Which makes sense, since you’re basically a goddess. If only Leon looked at you like that.

Applying fresh oil to his hands, Ray begins to work on your more tender front side. Starting with your legs this time, he slowly works out all the tension, kneading the muscles as he goes higher and higher. He skips past your pussy this time, instead moving up to gently press into your flat stomach. After a couple of minutes, he makes his way past your breasts and to your arms, evidently saving the best for last. They aren’t particularly sore, but it still feels good to have them rubbed. Mostly it’s just nice to be pampered, as you deserve. Once Ray is done with all your limbs, he finally moves his hands to your chest, oiling up and groping your D-cups. He grips them strongly, sliding his hands over the slippery mounds of flesh and rolling his thumbs over your nipples.

Your moans start to pick back up, and Ray begins trying to make you cum in earnest. One hand dives back down to your sex, shoving two fingers inside once again. The other continues to massage a tit, and this two-pronged **** is doing wonders when combined with your earlier arousal. The Grunt’s thumb finds your clit, and he begins to make circles on it with the thick digit. You begin to twitch, release closing in on you rapidly. “Keep going… like that. Yes, very good… I’m about to-“ You interrupt yourself with a cry of pleasure, your orgasm overtaking you. You clamp down around Ray’s fingers, convulsing slightly on your bed as you shout out your climax. It feels incredible to finally get some release after a day like yesterday.

As you ride out the high of your lust, you melt into your bed, completely relaxed. Muscles loose, needs sated, just totally warm all over. Truly wonderful…

It takes about five minutes for you to remember Ray. “Oh, right. You’re excused. You did a great job, so thank you. See yourself out, and enjoy your new ****.” You wave at him dismissively, and the man salutes you one last time before exiting without a word. A pity, you were hoping he would fuck up and speak at the end. It would have been fun to punish him after all that. Oh well.

You hear the door to your quarters open and close, meaning that you’re all alone now. Dreamily content and still tired, you let yourself relax in bed as you start to fall asleep. Today had its ups and downs, but it ended peacefully. You need to make sure not to anger Black Alberich tomorrow - well, it is tomorrow now, but whatever - so you need to get to sleep so you can be up on time. Drifting back to sleep after your brief interlude with those Grunts, you do your best to think of Leon in the hopes that you’ll dream of him.

Word from the author: And there we go. The end of this Shift. Like I said in a comment earlier, I regret making this shift optional; there’s too much lore here. I won’t do this again. From now on, I’ll either make alternate versions of chapters with some more niche content, or just put warnings at the top of those chapters. My thanks to those who read this.

Next chapter we will be back on Red’s perspective, though it will not be a Perspective Shift: Red. Since this Shift was optional, that wouldn’t look right on the story map :P Just keep it in mind.