Not by a long shot.

You kneel on the ground, feeling sick to your stomach. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand to try and clear his taste away, smearing blue lipstick on it just like you had Alberich’s icy dick. Looking at said member, you’re disturbed to see that it hasn’t gone down at all. It’s still sitting at a firm 8 inches, covered in blue rings from your blowjob.

‘How is he still hard? What kind of ‘experiments’ has this guy done on himself?’ Those thoughts are at the back of your mind, as a much more pressing one is at the forefront; is he done? Or are you going to be **** to suffer his cold sex organ further? You only have a few brief seconds to ponder this before the scientist’s next order comes.

“Rise, and undress yourself.” His cold voice instructs you, and you fail to suppress the grimace that crosses your face. Alberich doesn’t seem to mind however, he just makes a ‘hurry up’ gesture with his hand. Not wishing to incur any more of his wrath, you stand up, wincing as your sore knees are made to support your weight again. Reaching around behind your back, you pull down the zipper of your black dress, letting the elegant garment slip down past your bust. The dress has built in support, so you wear no bra beneath it. As it falls to the ground, you stand before your superior in nothing but your black silk panties, which you also swiftly remove. You shiver as the Demise gazes your naked body up and down, though not from the temperature.

“Place your hands against that wall and bend over at a ninety degree angle.” Commands the silver-haired man, and you shudder at the idea of what’s about to happen. He’s going to fuck you. This creepy, cruel, cold-dicked motherfucker is going to make you have sex with him. ‘Oh shit… is he going to cum inside of me?’

You have very good reason to be concerned about this; another Team Rocket regulation, another of the Boss’ rules. Female Rockets aren’t allowed to use contraception of any kind. No birth control or IUD, no morning after or plan b, nothing. You have to leave yourself **** to pregnancy, and carry your child to term if you do get knocked up. It’s a miracle that any woman makes it through Grunthood without that happening, and it’s usually thanks to a lot of bargaining with whatever guys fuck them, giving the men even more power. You feel the most **** sense of revulsion that you have ever felt in your life at the idea of becoming pregnant with Black Alberich’s child. Any child really, ugh. Unless Leon wants kids… He seems like the type, probably- Focus, Abyss.

Summoning up all of your courage - but bowing your head and clasping your hands in front of yourself to appear meek - you speak to the black-cloaked man. “May I please request that you not come inside of me, Sir?”

“You may not.” SHIT. “I am irritated with you, Abyss, and grow more so with each passing moment. Speak again, and you will find yourself having quite the Nightmare.” DOUBLE SHIT. The Demise’s words fill you with dread; not only is he going to cum inside of you, he’s angry enough to give you a Nightmare right now. You’ve only heard rumors of his Nightmares, but considering the Dream he made you experience the last time you disappointed him…

Gulping in fear, you move over to the wall he had directed you towards and place your hands against it as you lean down, arching your back and making your ass stick out prominently. You keep track of your cycles, and today isn’t very risky at all, but you’re still fucking disgusted by this. But your fear and your obligation to follow the rules - lest you be punished even more severely - outweigh everything else. Time to get fucked.

The clacking of Alberich’s shoes echoes softly throughout the lab as he approaches you, and you can’t help but think back to your days as a Grunt and being made to do these things regularly. Taken at random times, by random men, having to beg and bargain your way into avoiding impregnation. You had only stayed a Grunt for two months, far less than most women, but those two months had been hell on earth. Having to say slutty and degrading things to please guys, being recorded, performing all kinds of debauchery in exchange for avoiding creampies. Being locked in one of the cafeteria pillories for hours at a time with a sign that said ‘Anal Whore’ on it… So much anal… All of your worst experiences in Team Rocket go racing through your mind in the brief seconds it takes the Demise to reach you and line himself up with your slit.

The feeling of his cold sausage pressing up against your womanhood is fucking vile, and you’re starting to wonder if you might actually throw up at some point. His cold length slides into you, the only lubricant being your spit from earlier. Because you aren’t wet, and doubt that that’s about to change; this feels awful. The unnaturally chilly prick starts to pump in and out of you robotically, filling your insides with cold meat. It’s sickening how bad this feels; even the worst sex you’ve ever had didn’t feel this bad. This is wrong, there’s no pleasure whatsoever. Any time even a little bit of arousal builds within you, the heat is quelled by the iciness of the cock causing it.

Alberich grips you by the hips as he thrusts in and out, and for a moment you wonder if he’s going to grope your ass, try and have fun. But no, his grasp is just for leverage. This is mechanical for him; body is aroused, must deal with arousal. You truly believe that he is getting no joy out of this, and you don’t know if that makes things better or worse.

The light, consistent slap of his hips meeting yours is the only sound in the room, neither one of you are moaning. Of course neither of you are moaning, neither of you are enjoying this. There are times where he starts to rub up against a good spot, but he seems to purposefully direct himself away from those places once he notices. Like he is actively attempting to make sure that you feel no pleasure. Only the faintest of moisture has built up within you, and the mostly-dry sex is extremely uncomfortable. ‘When will this end…’

Thirty minutes go by, your disgust and shame preventing you from becoming properly bored, before he ejaculates. He does not warn you, be it with words or a grunt, he just cums. Cold, slimy goo fills your womb, and you are really starting to be concerned that you’re going to puke. That coldness in your core, in the deepest part of you, is the grossest thing you have ever felt. You can’t help but wonder if he even can impregnate a woman with his strange seed. Maybe you’re in no danger at all.

For a split second you feel relieved, relieved that this is over. Then Alberich shifts his cock up, ramming it into your rosebud. “GAH!” You cry out at the sudden, painful intrusion into your rear. In a panic, you bite down on your tongue, drawing a little blood. He had told you not to speak again… is he going to count that!? Oh fuck, are you about to be thrown into a Nightmare!?

A few tense moments pass, but the Demise simply begins pumping in and out of your unlubed anus without a word. Luckily, it seems that your pained cry didn’t set him off. Unluckily, you’re being fucked in the ass. ‘How many times does this bastard have to cum!?’ You scream internally. Your perfume should be wearing off of you by now, so hopefully this is the last time.

You wince in discomfort as your pucker is pounded, Alberich giving you no quarter. It may just be your imagination, but it seems like he may be going harder on your ass than he was your pussy. Memories of being in a pillory come flooding back once again, but at least those times felt good if you let go. There’s none of that here. You do your best to just think of Leon, of his beautiful face and intense red eyes… Thoughts of the blood-red eyes of Black Alberich interrupt your attempts to cope, and you almost start to cry. ‘Why did this have to happen? I’m an Agent now, I don’t deserve this kind of treatment! I just made one little mistake!’

Not only is the anal more intense, it lasts longer. A full hour of this painful invasion goes by, and you’re starting to lose strength in your legs. But thoughts of what Alberich might do if you fail to keep this position fill you with enough fear to keep on standing until he finishes. You’ve been in this stupid lab for over two hours at this point, being used by this bastard in various ways. Disgust, fury, shame, and misery are all you feel, and you just want this to be done.

Cold fluid fills your bowels, signaling the researcher’s third orgasm. Hopefully his final one, too. The feeling of his jizz within your rectum is equally as vile as it is in your cunt, and you shudder in disgust. The disdainful asshole then pulls out of your asshole and speaks. “Kneel before me.”

Off of sore legs and onto sore knees. Turning around in trepidation, you kneel on the ground before Alberich of the Black Demise, coming face to face with his still-stiff erection. Fucking how!?

“Clean it, and make me cum again.” His smooth voice commands, and you genuinely have to hold back tears when you hear this. You aren’t done yet, and you have to suck a dick that just fucked your ass. Knowing you aren’t allowed to speak, and that complaining would be a bad idea even if you were, you resolve to just get this over with. You take his cum-coated, slimy rod into your mouth, gagging on the bitter taste that coats it. This isn’t your first ass-to-mouth experience, but hopefully it’s your last. You dutifully blow Alberich once again, putting no effort into this blowjob. Your aching knees and jaw scream at you, but you **** them to do as they must.

Twenty minutes later, meaning you’ve been here for two and a half hours, Alberich pulls your head off of his prick. “Use your hands to finish, and cover your face and breasts.” His order makes you deflate, shrinking into yourself even further than you already have. Still, this is the kind of thing you have to endure to remain a part of Team Rocket, even at higher ranks. And the pros far outweigh the cons in your mind; Team Rocket is on top of the world, even if the world doesn’t realize that. So it’s where you belong. You do as he says, jacking him off to completion and directing his chilly semen to splash onto your face and breasts. There’s far more of it than there should be for a fourth release, and the icy slime hitting your skin makes your stomach turn. It takes physical effort not to vomit at this point, but there is a silver lining - The scientist’s penis goes flaccid, and he zips himself back up.

“You will not redress or wash yourself in any way until tomorrow. Your clothes will be confiscated and disposed of. You will return here at 0800 sharp tomorrow morning to pick up your next assignment, since you get no leave time after failing your most recent mission. Dismissed, Agent Abyss.”

Black Alberich’s words fill you with horror. He expects you to return to your quarters, naked and covered in his cum, humiliating yourself by walking past anyone who may be out and about at the moment. And to not wash yourself until tomorrow. And he’s throwing out your dress! That thing is really nice, and really expensive! ‘Was the perfume really such a big fucking deal!? This is bullshit!’

Word from the author: My last chapter of 2022. I hope you… enjoyed? Either way, I hope you all have a wonderful end to your years, and a wonderful 2023! <3