The boss's office

You sit in a finely upholstered chair with a nice coffee table in front of you. The Team Rocket boss sits opposite you, looking quite comfortable in her sophisticated office. Bookshelves, a china cabinet, and many pictures all dot the walls, giving it the aura of wealth. It stands in stark contrast to your own condition.

The only things on your body are your glasses, a black cloth choker emblazoned with a red capital R, and a pair of shackles around your wrists. There’s enough slack in the chains for you to put your hands to your sides, but not much further than that. You certainly wouldn’t have much luck in a fistfight like this. Cum slowly dries to your breasts and drips down your inner thigh, which you’d expect to bother the boss if your chair wasn’t already covered in white stains. It’s clear which chair her “guests” usually sit in. There’s even a smudge on your left glasses lens, despite your wiping away the bulk of the obstruction. Those guards work damn fast, but “processing” isn’t what they spent their time on.

Title Changed: Pokemon Professor → Team Rocket Captive

The boss is rather unfazed by your appearance, and just muses to herself while rolling your pokeballs around in her hand. “So you’re a pokemon trainer, hmm? I wouldn’t have guessed. I wonder what pokemon are inside…? Don’t tell me. I like the suspense. Now… should I make you a grunt? Or just sell your pokemon and make you a cum dump for the others? You clearly excel in that area, considering how you look after just five minutes…”

“Where’s Emilia?” you ask flatly, not entertaining the woman’s nonsense.

She frowns. “If you’re making demands like that, it seems you don’t understand your situation. That’s fine. You will, in time. Now, you’ll have to pardon me, but I’m not big on learning the names of slaves. WHICH ONE IS EMILIA!?” She practically screams her question, not even bothering to look over her shoulder at the hulking guard in the doorway, though he’s only one who could sensibly be the target of her question.

“The short one with the balloon tits, ma’am. Brought her in earlier today. Black hair, trainer-”

“Ah yes! That’s right! Feisty one, she was. Sexy and cute, rolled together so sublimely into one tiny girl. I’m ashamed to say I couldn’t stop myself from having a quick feel. Well, it wasn’t that quick.”

You growl.

She continues, “Considering she had several pokemon and five badges, I was quite interested in making her a grunt. Perhaps even an admin, considering how ambitious she was. She may be a bit too dumb for that, role, though… Of course, I wanted to battle her first, just to make sure she wouldn’t embarrass us. You know, by having nothing but Zubats or something. But she just wouldn’t stop going on about justice and dreams. Something about becoming a Pokemon Master and protecting her chastity. Not to mention, she called me a pervert. I didn’t assemble the largest criminal organization in Kanto just to be called names by some big-titted bimbo.” She sighs. Good grief, this woman sure does love to hear herself talk. “I was so vexed by her misbehavior that I simply had her taken away… I hope spending a week in the cells will make her more agreeable, but I won’t hold my breath. Oh, but that gives me an idea. Who is she to you, anyway? What kind of relationship was worth becoming a **** to Team Rocket over? Is she your daughter? I can definitely see the resemblance. The long, dark hair, and I daresay she took your large-breasted genetics and improved on them-”

“She’s my pupil,” you hiss.

“Your pupil?” She pauses. “I see!” A strange, competitive grin creeps over her lips. “You know, I also have a pupil. Mine’s not trapped in a jail cell getting penetrated by men who view her as nothing but a sexual outlet, though. Regardless, here’s the deal. I challenge you to a pokemon battle. If you win, I’ll let both you and Elmira go, no strings attached.”

“It’s Emilia.”

“I don’t care,” she spits back, still smiling. “But even if you lose, I’ll still offer you the courtesy of putting you and your pupil in the same cell. It can get lonely, talking to nothing but cocks every day. You’ll certainly appreciate each other’s company, right?”

You narrow your eyes. “What do you get out of this?”

She groans. “I was so looking forward to that battle against your fat-titted student. I just want to crush someone, even if it’s not a challenge. Do you ever get that feeling sometimes? The desire to just annihilate someone at something you’re very good at? …I doubt it. You don’t end up a bound, cum-soaked mess by aspiring to be the very best. So, what will it be? Care to provide me with some entertainment?”