Following your new Master back down Route 9

You half expect Blue to zero in on you straight away, eager to **** you or get you to pleasure him to the best of your ability without using your holes. But instead, he just beckons you with a finger and gets you to follow him down route 9 back towards Cerulean.

Completely naked except your shoes, hat and satchel.

You are **** to hurry along after him.

"Blue, wait! We're both down to, like, zero healthy Pokemon! What if someone finds us and challenges us?! We need to heal our Pokemon!"

Blue stops and nods. "Good point."

He produces some revives and super potions, and begins the quick process of restoring his team to full health. You don't have any revives, so you are unable to do the same, and you are under no delusions that Blue might give you any. Not only are they expensive, but also this man has never been kind or generous to you.

In the end, you don't even bother to ask the question, as asking and being refused would just even further your morale and make you feel even more helpless.

You fear what will happen the first time that you and Blue encounter another trainer. From your mother's instructions, Blue isn't allowed to fuck you, but all other trainers are still allowed to challenge you and claim your body as their prize.

You could be fucked ten times before you make it back to the city and its Pokecenter.

Luckily, it seems that Blue has other plans. He leads you off the main path, through tall wild grass, whenever possible. Thanks to this, you make it most of the way back without having to encounter a single person. You just have to stand by awkwardly a few times, completely naked, whenever Blue needs to battle a wild Pokemon you've stumbled upon.

Conversation is muted, with Blue saying something snarky every now and then, and you reluctantly replying with a monosyllabic word.

Your luck doesn't last forever. You're not the only trainers in the grass along the whole route, after all. Towards the end of the route, you push through the grass next to Blue, and practically bump into two young male trainers who are walking in the other direction. The guy in front of you leaps out of his skin at there suddenly being a naked and busty young woman in front of him.

"Holy shit, naked chick!" He exclaims.

"Fuck yeah, battle time!" The other grabs a Pokeball.

You growl, knowing that you're about to get double-dicked and there's nothing you can do about it. Being a female trainer really, really sucks.

Blue looks at them both, and nods.

"She's all yours. She's out of Pokemon, if you hadn't already guessed."

...Huh. Now that Blue has said that, you realize that you're actually a tiny bit surprised. You hadn't realized it until now, but you half-expected Blue to want to keep you all to his own, to have some plan for how to convince these men to not use you, or at least not to use your holes. But it seems that he doesn't even care about you enough to do that.

"Hah, we don't need your permission, dude." The second guy shoots back snarkily. "Who are you anyway? Her boyfriend? You get off on seeing your girl get reamed by strangers?"

"He is not my boyfriend." You spit angrily. "He's an asshole."

"An asshole who is her temporary Master." Blue clarifies.

"Ah." The two young men nod knowingly. Temporary **** contracts as stakes in a Pokemon battle are far from unheard of.

"As for my preferences, I do require that you each wear a condom."

"Huh?"

"Excuse me?"

"What?"

All three of you respond, not expecting that.

"Bro even if she's your ****, she's still fair game to us." The first guy says.

Blue shakes his head.

"You would do well to recognize your superiors. We officially challenge you both to a battle. 2v2."

"What? But you just said she had no Pokémon left."

"Sure, but I do." Blue replies. "And Wartortle can take you on 1v2."

He opens his jacket, flashing all the gym badges he's already acquired. The two young fellows immediately realize that they are way out of their league.

"...Oh shit." One of them says, dejected.

"Now." Blue claps his hands. "I could defeat your Pokemon, and make you leave here with nothing but lighter wallets. Or, we are willing to surrender, if you waive the prize money forfeit, and agree to wearing condoms for whatever it is you want to do to this slut over here."

"My name is Amber." You growl. Being **** to listen to these young men negotiate the terms of exactly how you will be **** is making you shake with a mixture of rage, shame and fear.

"Your name is 'Cumslut'". Blue shoots back, sternly, clearly intending to help remind you that you are supposed to be his ****. You're supposed to be his external-only ****, though, and he's currently controlling how you'll be fucked, which seems wrong. It feels like he's breaking the rules. But you also understand that these young men would be able to fuck you regardless of Blue's intervention, so if he's going to make them wear condoms, that's not something you're going to complain about.

"What is your name? Say it." Blue demands.

You grit your teeth and clench your fists. "...My name is Cumslut." You respond, audibly pissed off.

All three men sneer mockingly at you. You feel so small, as if you just shrunk several inches. It's as if you're just an object for their amusement and pleasure. No, wait... That's just the undeniable truth. Right now, you're an object for their amusement and pleasure.

"Cumslut, get down on the ground, tits and head touching the floor, butt as high in the air as you can get it." Blue gives you another order.

You grumble, but obey, adopting a shameful face down, ass up pose in the dirt.

"Spread your knees wider, grip your thighs with your hands, and do not let go until you have permission." Blue continues.

Your hands move from the dirt beside your head to your thighs. Now that they are no longer being used to help support your body, the entire weight of your body is pressed on your tits and face, grinding them into the soil. Your back is arched uncomfortably in order to maintain your butt's height. But that doesn't matter to Blue. You're a piece of meat, an asset to be bartered, a prize to be won.

The two men gaze at your naked submissive form with primal desire.

"We accept the terms of your surrender." One of the guys says, and the other one nods in agreement.

As the first young man lowers his shorts, wraps his cock in a condom, and aligns it with your pussy, you realize that being made to hold this position has another clear advantage - the men can't easily bone you at the same time, which will help you endure this 'defeat' without breaking.

Is... Is Blue being subtly kind to you? Helping you through this? No, surely not. If this evil man has a motivation to protect you in this way, it's just to try and make sure that if your mind does break, it's at the hand of his cock, and nobody else.

"My name is Peter," the man says, "but you can call me Daddy."

Then the man spears you with his long hard shaft - in your pussy, thankfully. His lack of foreplay and preparation does not prevent him from slipping inside with ease - apparently this situation has been arousing you more than you realized, because your natural lubrication has turned your normally dry pussy into a slip and slide.

Furthermore, despite the distressing circumstances of this most recent subjugation, your body responds to Peter's invasion with nothing but pleasure and delight.

Blue has taken a passive role at this point, stepping to the side and away from the action. Perhaps now that you're being penetrated, he is conscious that any further involvement from him could be considered a breach of the rule that he is only allowed to control what happens to you on the outside.

This doesn't turn out to be a problem, because Peter is more than willing to take on the role of choreographer and honorary Master.

"Come on, Cumslut, what happened to your voice?! Tell me how much you love it! Thank me for fucking you!"

"T-thank you for fucking me, Daddy! It feels so good! Please, fuck me harder!" You mewl erotically. Truth be told, it's only half a performance. What he's doing to you feels fucking amazing. And while it's a bit odd to call him Daddy, you imagine that it's a lot weirder for people who have recent memories of using that word to speak to their father. You don't have that problem, at least.

"More!" He roars, spanking you once on your lewdly raised buttocks.

"Thank you Daddy thank you Daddy thank you Daddy thank you Daddy!!!" You squeal loudly. "Give me more! Give me more cock! I love your cock!"

You tell yourself that the words are just a performance, but you also don't completely believe yourself. One thing's for sure - despite your lack of agency, the degradation, and the uncomfortable position, the sex is really good.

So when you squeal "The sex is good! Fuck, that feels so good!" It's really just the truth.

The sex feels good, but I don't like being degraded. You tell yourself, before your brain unhelpfully reminds you of how wet you were before he'd even touched you.

"Oh fuck!" Peter suddenly exclaims, before bottoming out and grunting as he fills his condom with two balls' worth of spunk.

You've heard that 18 year old men don't last very long, and that appears to be true. In some senses this is good news, since it means that your forfeit session won't last very long, but on the other hand, Peter has left you frustratingly close to the edge of your own orgasm.

However since there were two men who technically were victorious in battle over you just now, you have high hopes that you can achieve your peak before the second one is done with you.

"You're up, Sam." Peter says to his companion, who nods and takes Peter's place behind your raised posterior.

You hear the young man who is apparently called Sam unbuckle and unzip his shorts, and then slap the head of his rock hard cock against the base of your spine. You silently shiver with anticipation.

"I know he was wearing a condom, but still, I don't feel like sloppy seconds." Sam announces cryptically. Your arousal-addled brain is still trying to jumble together what he means by that as the tip of his dick finds the entrance to your asshole.

"Oh fuck!" Is all you have time to shout before this man, who you'd never met 5 minutes ago, and didn't know the name of until 15 seconds ago, pushes inside and claims your anal virginity.

He's... Not as big as Blue's dildo, thankfully... And the lubricated condom he's wearing helps avoid too much friction. But despite this being your first ever experience of proper official anal sex, it's not your asshole's first rodeo today. Your poor sphincter is tired and weakened from stretching around that big black dildo, and your anal canal is still a bit sore. So despite your capacity for tolerating Sam's thrusting, his length gives you moderate discomfort, and his thrusting causes mild pain.

"Holy shit! Aah~ Holy fuck. AHH! Your... Your stupid fat cock just... Ughhh... Just took my anal virginity, you bastard! Hahhh~" Your brain is a weird mix of horny, pained, distressed and angry right now, so your speech comes out pretty weirdly.

"You? An anal virgin? Pull the other one." Sam scoffs as he plows in and out of your rear, still setting your poor sensitive nerves on fire.

"It's probably true. I've never actually fucked her in the ass myself." Blue offers from the side.

"Seriously? This slut wasn't even properly broken in yet?! Well then, Cumslut, it's your lucky day, because you're about to learn the true meaning of rough sex." Sam growls energetically.

"No, please be gentle!" You squeal, but much like in Rock Tunnel, your pussy has a different message to send, squirting out a generous helping of some sort of vaginal secretion onto the dirt below. You can tell that both Blue and Peter saw that, even if Sam was too busy pummeling your anal passage to notice.

"Aaaah!" You are **** to shout suddenly as Sam slaps your ass with one hand.

"AHH! AHH!" You shout again as he starts rapid-fire spanking you with his cock lodged deep inside your sensitive chute.

It's unpleasant, but also weirdly exciting, being treated like this. Helpless. No idea what's about to happen next. You can hardly believe it, but there's elements of this **** that are somewhat enjoyable.

And then... He places the sole of one of his sneakers onto your cheek, gently but firmly pushing the other side of your face into the dirt.

You don't like that at all.

Well, at least that means that your hidden latent masochism has its limits. That's kind of reassuring.

And Sam, clearly more new to this than he's trying to let on, quickly learns that he can't properly fuck you in this position, without putting more of his body weight on the foot smashing your face into the dirt, which is too cruel for even an asshole like him.

So he settles for growling "Yeah, bitch!" And then returning his foot to where it was before, giving him the purchase necessary to begin ruining your butthole anew.

Sam's attempts at dominant sex continue to be rather poorly executed. He tries to bend over and pinch your nipples, but can barely reach. He tries to grab your hair, but your hat gets in the way and he struggles to remove it. He spits on you, but on your back, rather than your face.

All in all, it's a lot more awkward and notably less natural than when Blue does it. You inadvertently start thinking of Sam as an amateur dominant, and Blue as a True Dominant, worthy of proper submission.

Then you shake your head, trying to scramble that thought from your mind. You do not feel that way about Blue! It's just the weird horniness talking. Weird horniness that, thanks to your current partner's choice of hole, doesn't seem likely to turn into an orgasm before this ends.

Soon enough, the end is indeed approaching. Sam has given up trying to do 'special' things, and is just brutalizing your butthole as much as he can before he pops. It's slowly starting to properly hurt... But you can tell he's nearly done.

"Beg me to cum in your ass, slut!" He snarls.

"Please cum in my ass! Please!" You squeal loudly. Again it's only partly a performance, since you're still fucking horny, and also, when he cums, the devastation to your asshole will be over.

"Take this!" He roars, and slams home inside of you, making you grunt with pain, but also... Pleasure? Kind of? There's definitely something disturbingly fulfilling about this man finishing inside you, while filling you up with his length, while you kneel there in the dirt in that submissive pose. If it didn't hurt... It would be... Enjoyable. Probably.

When the asshole in your asshole finally pulls out, your sphincter spasms awkwardly, slightly gaped, sort of eager to close up again, but also somehow feeling empty, as if it misses its new companion. Does your body... Do you... Kind of like anal sex?! Despite the throbbing soreness inside of you, the rest of your feelings about it are surprisingly positive. What is wrong with you?!

As you breathe heavily and your heart beats fast, you come to a realization - you're just so very fucking horny. You need to cum, and then you'll be able to think straight, and this weird perverse and submissive Amber will retreat into the shadows.

"You can get go of your legs now." Blue says softly, on cue. You sigh gratefully, and release your grip.

You are so horny that you think that you might need to masturbate to orgasm right now, even if it's in front of these three nasty men. But... Blue is the master of your arms and hands. And you know that if you just started masturbating without his permission, he would stop you, and probably punish you for the insolence.

So... You'd probably have to ask for his permission.

Can Amber... Even submissive, horny Amber... Bring herself to **** herself that far?