Perspective Shift: Abyss

Word from the author: I’ll go over the overall content warnings for this entire Shift here. Some of these are common in other branches, and will happen more later on in my own. The main reason this is being treated as separate is because of one specific tag. Here’s the list; ****/****, CBT, light male on male(this is the one), and just a good bit of cruelty and humiliation. You’ve been warned :) This first chapter should mostly be fine though btw. Also this may be more than 2-3 chapters. Maybe 4.

As you finish giving him your hypnotic command, the plain-looking boy’s brown eyes gloss over, and he turns to make his way out of the crystalline chamber. You hum softly as he leaves, your musical prowess adding strength to the power of your hypnotism in a way even you don’t quite understand. The boy leaves, shimmying back out the way he came in, and you’re certain he won’t remember a thing about what’s just transpired. Satisfied with your work, you pick up your bag - careful to avoid the pools of cum - and pull out your teleportation remote. It resembles a thin silver television remote, with buttons that can transport you to different Team Rocket bases and safe-houses. Destination selected, you press a button and vanish in a flash of white light alongside your Natu.

With another flash, you appear in the designated teleportation room of a Team Rocket base. You’ve only been out for a couple of days, but you’re looking forward to relaxing for a while all the same. “Go ahead and teleport back to our room. I need to go report to Alberich.” You say to your Pokémon companion, who chirps affirmatively and vanishes. Agents have quarters in every base, but the ones in this base are used most frequently. It’s where the Demise works after all, and doing his bidding takes up at least half of your time. Of every Agent’s time.

Exiting the teleportation chamber, you find the steel corridor outside mostly empty. The lone occupant is a skimpily-dressed woman with a mop, cleaning the floor nearby. She’s wearing a small black top with a red R on it that starts as a collar, then goes down her neck and over her shoulders and chest, stopping halfway down her tits. The only thing covering her lower half is a black thong, barely covering her sex and revealing her entire ass. The uniform of a female Grunt. It’s been a long time since you were **** to wear something so humiliating, so demeaning. You’re glad those days are behind you, as you do not remember them fondly.

Deciding that you’re in the mood for a quick bit of fun, you stalk directly up to the low-ranking girl. Her eyes widen at your approach, and she sets the broom into the crook of one shoulder so that she can salute you. “Agent Abyss! Welcome back, Ma’am!” Respect and nervousness are both evident in the girl’s voice as she greets you, as is appropriate. You say nothing in response, and simply walk right up to her, well into her personal space. She gulps, but her face quickly starts to flush as your perfume takes effect. She begins to pant slightly, staring at you with a mix of fear and lust. This new scent is quite effective, it seems. Hopefully it will work on Leon…

Pushing thoughts of your beloved aside, you take the female Grunt’s mouth with your own, shoving your tongue as far down her throat as you can manage. One of your hands pushes up her small top and begins roughly groping a jug, while the other dives into her rapidly moistening sex, jamming three fingers inside of her instantly. The younger woman’s panic melts away as she gives in to your sudden and random ****, moaning as you have your way with her. Thanks to your perfume, your skillful fingers, and the fact that she’s probably just a slut, you bring her to the edge in only a couple of minutes.

Just as she is about to cum, you pull everything back, and she whimpers in protest. The Grunt says nothing however - it isn’t her place to - and simply stares up at you pleadingly. With a sultry smirk, you bring your wet fingers up to your lips and taste her briefly. “A lovely flavor. Have some.” You push those digits against her lips now, and she dutifully licks them clean, sucking down her own love juices. “Good girl. You’re not allowed to cum tonight, by the way. Consider that an order.” Small tears of betrayal form at the corners of her lust-filled eyes, and you grin wickedly. Ah, what fun!

This is part of the Team Rocket hierarchy, one of the Boss’ rules. If you’re higher rank than someone else in this organization, you may order them around as you please and they must obey. That goes for men or women, leading to plenty of different types of fun. However, female Grunts are considered lower ranking than even male Grunts. The lowest of the low, even though the sexes are viewed as equals at higher ranks. This is all meant as an incentive to ‘climb the ladder’, to do your best and rise through the ranks so that you can order others around. And not be ordered around, more importantly. You had to take your fair share of knocks during your short stint as a grunt, much to your chagrin. Thankfully you had risen quickly due to your… unique abilities, and your passionate drive to succeed.

Leaving the girl to wallow in her denial, you begin to walk through the brightly lit steel maze that is this underground facility. You feel refreshed after having tormented that poor thing, and hum to yourself as you effortlessly navigate the familiar halls. You pass no one else on your way - which is lucky for everyone else in the base, since there’s always time for more fun - and make your way to Alberich’s lab. It makes sense that you didn’t pass anyone on your way here; everyone does their best to avoid this place and the person that resides in it unless required to be here. Even you are terrified of the Demise, and your good mood fades as you stand outside of the simple sliding metal door that leads into his domain. Inhaling deeply and steeling yourself, you pull open the door and announce your entry.

“Agent Abyss, here to report, Sir.”

“OH, FUUUCK! SO GOOD! MORE, PLEASE MORE!” The delirious, sex-crazed shouts of some random woman greet you as you enter the laboratory. It’s large and well-organized, neat stacks of papers lining the many desks that sit only one man. Different odd mechanical devices, tubes, computers, and other things you don’t really understand or care about line the walls of the low-lit interior. No decoration or personal touches of any kind can be seen, just a neat and sanitized haven for science. There are several operating tables along one wall, one of which is pulled out into the center of the room.

“DON’T STOP! NEVER STOP! FUCK!” The woman laying on the table shrieks. Her naked body is stuck with strange white pads that have wires running off them, streaming electric currents into her constantly. A man stands over her with a clipboard, idly taking notes until he sees you enter. He turns as you announce yourself and, even though you’re more than familiar with him, a chill runs down your spine.

He’s 6’2”, with a lean build, though not quite lanky. Age wise, he could be anywhere from thirty to fifty, it’s hard to tell. Only the tiniest of wrinkles crease his fair skin, and his hair is naturally silver. The bangs hang lazily on either side of his face, longer on the right, and the rest is tied back in a ponytail that reaches his mid-back. His eyes are a deep, blood-red, and give off an endless aura of disinterest and disdain. It is rare for an expression to cross his face that isn’t negative in some way, and he seems to almost emanate cold arrogance. His attire is simple and monochrome; light gray slacks and black dress shoes, and three layers of different shirts, black under light gray under black again, all open enough for the next to be seen. A fourth layer, a black lab-coat with a red R over the left breast, sits open over it all. His appearance may be creepy, but that alone doesn’t explain the alien feeling of being around him. He’s… off.

Alberich of the Black Demise.

“Agent Abyss-“ The man’s incredibly deep, velvety voice begins, before being interrupted.

“YES! YES! CUMMING AGAINNNNN!”

“Quiet.” The researcher says, snapping. The woman’s head instantly falls slack, her eyes glazing over even more than they had been already. Her body continues to convulse, but whatever is left of her mind is no longer present. You actually wince in sympathy, because you know exactly what just happened to her. He gave her a Dream… or a Nightmare. You’ve been subjected to one of his Dreams before, as a punishment for displeasing him. It was the most wonderfully awful, amazingly horrible thing that you’ve ever experienced. You never wanted it to end, and you never want it to happen again.

“My apologies, Agent Abyss. You said you were here to report?” The lead researcher of Team Rocket asks.

“Yes, Sir. I have completed my assignment and am here to give you the experiment log.” You want to get out of here as soon as you possibly can, so you quickly produce the SD card of your camera and approach the black-cloaked man to hand it over. An unfortunate mistake.

“Very good. Done in a timely fashion as-“ Alberich’s face twitches once you’re close to him, and he sniffs. “What is that stench?”

Your heart and mind fill with horror as you realize what you’ve just done; you walked close enough for him to smell your new perfume. The aphrodisiac scent that you obtained in an effort to woo Leon. ‘Oh shit. This is bad.’

“Answer.” The Demise demands, glaring at you icily.

“An aphrodisiac perfume, Sir.” You reply quietly. It’s so damn vexing; you’re a powerful member of a criminal syndicate, you’re a diva who has performed in front of thousands of people, you aren’t afraid of anything or anyone… but he terrifies you.

“Of all the- Were you wearing it during the experiment?” He questions you sharply.

You’re a little surprised by the question, having been expecting him to be angry for some other reason. Like a boner related one. “Um… Yes, Sir. Why?”

A frustrated growl escapes the disturbing man’s lips. “Because that will have tampered with the results, you ignorant sow.” His voice does not raise in pitch as he insults you, it just grows colder. “This data will be useless. Unbelievable… I’m disappointed, Abyss.”

Your blood freezes at his tone. “I-I’m sorry!” You stammer, composure breaking. ‘No no no! Please, not again…’ You’re petrified as you imagine what he’s about to do, imagine him making you Dream again. Or worse, giving you a Nightmare.

It turns out that there is a silver lining to having made this specific mistake, however; he has a different punishment in mind for your apparent failure today. Unzipping his fly, the Demise whips out his 8 inch erection and commands you. “On your knees.”

Gulping, you do as you’re told, bile churning in the back of your throat. Though he isn’t second in command of Team Rocket, Alberich is considered the second highest ranking in the case of sexual privilege. He can do whatever he wants with anyone other than the Boss. He rarely does however, as he only has interest in his experiments. And the Boss has ordered him not to experiment on Rockets unless they’re willing, for whatever reason. You have **** but to do as he tells you, and that fact fills you with fear and fury.

“Now, perform fellatio on me.” Black Alberich orders.

Couldn’t just say ‘blow me’? You lean forward, expertly taking his penis into your mouth. You’re disgusted to be doing this, and even more disgusted once you feel his dick. It’s… cold. It’s not a throbbing rod full of heat like any other erection, it’s a fleshy icicle that hits your tongue. What is he? It feels fucking vile, and you just want to get this over with as quickly as possible. So, you decide to put on a show. You loudly slurp and suck on his cock, using a hand to stroke it when it’s not in your mouth, pushing a second hand into his pants to fondle his cold balls. You do your best to make it seem like you’re happy to serve him, hoping that a little worship will go a long way.

It’s when you look up into his eyes that you realize the error in your thinking. The scientist stares down at you blankly, only vague irritation in his eyes. Your performance means nothing to him. People tend to enjoy being worshiped orally because it makes them think that you enjoy pleasing them, and that excites them. But Black Alberich doesn’t give a damn whether or not you’re enjoying yourself. He just wants you to do your duty. Hopes of ending this quickly shattered, you switch to simply bobbing your head up and down on his shaft. You just have to ride this out…

…

Nearly forty minutes pass. Your jaw is tired and sore, you feel like throwing up from having this cold trouser snake in your mouth, and your knees hurt from being on the ground for so long. This is fucking miserable, and humiliating for someone in your position. This is Grunt work, why do you have to-

Without warning, a gout of strangely cold spunk fills your mouth. “Swallow.” The cold man says once his ejaculation starts, and you know that you have **** but to obey. You gulp down his cold, slimy load of sperm, your stomach feeling even more unsettled as the fluid hits it. How is he so… wrong? Everything about this is wrong.

‘At least it’s over.’ You think to yourself as you suck out the last dribbles of the Demise’s semen from his urethra.