Take the punishment and dish out your own.

Rage, disgust, and shame fill your heart at the idea of following the Demise’s orders; yet you must. Disobeying him will only lead to tragedy for you, be it receiving a Nightmare or something even worse. Not having been given permission to speak again in his presence, you rise to your feet on aching legs nod tersely. He dismisses you once again with a wave of his hand, then makes his way back to the operating table he had been standing next to when you first arrived. The woman on it is still convulsing in silent orgasms, having never been given a break over the past two and a half hours, just like you. Not caring to see any more of what Alberich has planned for her, you stalk toward the door of his lab and exit, wearing nothing but shame and semen.

It should only be a couple of hours until midnight at this point, and that is what you’ll be counting as ‘tomorrow’. You just need to get to your room and wait this out. Unfortunately, the Agent’s quarters are practically on the opposite side of the compound from the lab, despite you and your fellow Agents doing most of your work for Black Alberich. A long walk of shame sits ahead of you, and fury continues to build up in your core. Anyone unfortunate enough to see you is in for quite a bit of pain…

Moving swiftly and with purpose, you begin to walk down the corridor that leads to the quickest path towards your room, head held high in defiance. The state of your appearance doesn’t change a damn thing; you are in a position of power, you are strong and capable, you are not to be looked down on!

The hallways are mostly empty as most people are in bed, in the cafeteria, at one post or another, or out on missions. It’s nearly ten minutes of walking - cold semen drying uncomfortably against your skin while your tits bounce with every step - before you bump into anyone. Two male Grunts stand in a nexus point chatting, and they turn to stare at you as you approach. They wear full length black pants and shirts, a red R emblazoned on the latter. A lump of anger rises into your throat at the humiliation of being seen like this, and your vision starts to blur with rage.

One of the men looks you up and with a leering grin and whistles. “Damn, look at you! Haven’t seen you around before. This your first day?”

The second Grunt’s eyes widen, and he smacks his friend on the shoulder. “Dude, are you fucking stupid!?”

So the second one recognizes you. Good for him. “Yes, he is.” You respond, green eyes beginning to glow.

This sets the gears turning in the first Grunt’s mind, and his eyes bulge out of his head. “A-Agent Abyss!? Fuck, I am so sorry! I-I didn’t realize it was you! I never thought-” His voice is panicky, and he breaks out in a cold sweat instantly.

Your eyes flash, and you seize control of the foolish man. You can technically order him to do whatever you want since he’s lower-ranked than you, but you want full control. Well, not actually full; you just take over his body and actions. You can manipulate thoughts and emotions, but you usually prefer not to, prefer to let your targets know that they are acting against their own will. That produces… better results.

“You have quite the set of balls on you, talking to an Agent like that. Punch those balls for me, as hard as you can. One hundred times.”

The man’s fist slams down into his own groin, and a high-pitched cry of pain escapes his lips. His hand raises again, and again his testicles get bludgeoned. The second man winces in sympathy, shaking his head.

You turn to the second Grunt and speak while the first one continues to **** himself. “Did you have anything smart to say as well, by any chance?”

He shakes his head, bowing respectfully. “No, Ma’am. He is an idiot and I apologize for his idiocy.” This Grunt does a very good job of directing his eyes away from your nude form. Hmm…

“Pause.” You command the ball-punching Grunt, only to give him an even more punishing order. “Once you are done with your one hundred punches, give your friend here a blowjob. Make him cum onto your face and clothes. Then, go around the compound and look for as many other men to do the same thing to as you can find. Continue to do this until a quarter past midnight, then report to my room.”

The offending man’s eyes widen in horror, and you silently command him to resume his testicular ****. As he goes back to slamming his fist into his most sensitive area, crying and shrieking all the while, you turn back to the other Grunt. “When I leave, start recording him, and keep doing so up until the point he comes to my quarters. Understood?”

“Yes Ma’am!” The non-offending Grunt salutes you, managing again to stare at your face rather than your naked body. Oh, he’s trying so hard.

Leaving the Grunts to their humiliation/recording of humiliation, you continue to stalk through the halls of the Team Rocket compound, feeling slightly better after that as cries of CBT-induced pain ring out behind you. You’re still infuriated and embarrassed, but you’re not alone in that now. You still have a little ways to go before you reach your own room, and you grit your teeth as you imagine the things you’ll do to anyone else who has the misfortune of seeing you right now.

…

It’s only a few minutes later that those unfortunate people are chosen by fate. You’re walking past a door when it suddenly opens, and two female Grunts step out of it. They’re holding hands, smiling dopily and are unable to keep their eyes off of each other. ‘Aw, are you happy? Fuck you.’

The two barely even see you by the time your eyes are glowing. “You there. Spank your little girlfriend until both of her asscheeks are bleeding. As for you; once she’s done with your spankings, return the favor by stretching both her ass and pussy until you can fit a fist inside each of them at the same time. Do this all out in the hall. If you get interrupted, endure whatever happens to you and then resume where you left off.”

The girls’ look horrified, having zero idea as to why they are being punished. Because there is no reason, really. There is no need to be so cruel, but their happiness irritates you. You should have that with Leon, but nooo, he’s stubborn about it, won’t accept your affections. You would do anything for him, be anything for him, so why!?

Thinking about Leon’s rejection of you puts you in an even worse mood, so before the girls even have time to process their first punishment, you add a second. “On your next free day, each of you get a tattoo that says ‘Slut’ on your foreheads. You may never have this removed or covered in any way.”

Satisfied, you turn to leave, hearing only a strangled gasp of “Why!?” From one of the girls as you go. Loud smacking sounds and cries of pain echo throughout the hall behind you, and you can’t help but hope that many people hear them and come to watch. Or gangbang them fucking senseless. Fuck their happiness.

…

So close, you are getting so close to the corridor that holds the Agents quarters. You haven’t run into anyone since those two lovebirds, and your pace picks up a little as you realize you are home free. You’ll still have to just sit in your room, naked and covered in dry sperm, but at least no one will see you. You round the final corner that leads to the t-junction of the Agents quarters… at the exact same time that someone else rounds the opposite corner, in full view of you.

It’s a woman in her mid-twenties, like you, standing at 5’7”. She has a white pixie-cut and pink eyes set in delicate features. Her body is extremely curvy, with E-cup breasts and a thick, firm ass. These assets are covered by the uniform of a female Captain, a rank above Grunt but below Agent. An actual shirt - how novel - that is so tight that it’s basically painted on. Black in color with a red R over the left breast, the shirt actually covers her entire torso, though it has no sleeves. Her bottom half is less covered; a tiny black miniskirt hugs her flesh tightly, only going to two-thirds of the way down her cheeks. Still, it covers more than a Grunt’s thong, at least.

You recognize this woman on a personal level. Captain Alexandria, a woman who had joined Team Rocket at the same time as you. You had become friends while Grunts, and had been **** to be very friendly with one another on many occasions. You were used together more times than you care to count, being made to kiss and lick all parts of each other, or the people using you. Not that you minded too much, she is incredibly fucking sexy. And a good friend.

Your rage dies down as she rushes over to you, boobs jiggling, and salutes. “Agent Abyss! Good to see you.”

“You as well, Captain.” You reply, reaching out and grabbing her chest without warning. You start to play around with her fun bags, pulling on them and bouncing them; it’s an excellent stress reliever!

Formalities done with, Lex looks you over in concern, ignoring your molestation of her completely. “What happened to you, Abigail? Who did this?”

You twitch slightly at the sound of your real name. You really prefer being called by your Agent title at this point in your life. “I pissed off Alberich.” You reply flatly, squeezing your friend’s marshmallows hard.

She ‘eeps’ a little, her eyes widening in terror. “I am so sorry! Do you need anything?” The curvy woman puts her hands on your shoulders, staring at you sympathetically.

It feels nice to have someone be so genuinely concerned about you, and to be groping their titties. “Frankly I’d love to be licked clean, but I have to stay like this until tomorrow. There is one thing I need from you though.”

“What is it?”

“Put your hands against that wall and stick your ass out. I need to punish you a little for calling me ‘Abigail’.” You release your grip on her melons and gesture toward the wall with a smirk.

She frowns. “Oh… Sorry. It’s been years, but I just -“

“I’m not really mad, -“ you cut her off “but I still feel like you need at least a little… correction.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Lex smirks back at you, then walks over to the wall and assumes the position you asked of her, exaggerating the sway of her hips as she goes.

You approach her, then roll her tight skirt up her hips. “Just one good… SMACK!” You wind up and slap her fat ass as hard as you can manage, getting a small squeak from her and a loud sound from her cheek. “Ooh, I hope that leaves a mark.” You’re not the strongest person in the world, and you know from experience that she’s had harder spanks. Still, a red hand print slowly starts to form on her beautiful, curvy rear. Unable to resist a little more, you dig your fingers into her fleshy rump, pushing your nails in and eliciting a small gasp of pain from your friend. “Gah, I just love your fat fucking ass, Lex. So sexy, so sexy!” Your dour mood is fading rapidly as you play around with your subordinate.

The white-haired woman giggles, shaking her butt at you. “Remember the times you used to suck cum out of it?”

“And we’d snowball it back and forth? Yeah, I do. The things we did to avoid pregnancy.” You mutter that last part darkly, but the memories are somewhat fond despite it all. “What are you doing tonight? I might need to take you back to my room if you aren’t busy!” You punctuate your sentence with an equally hard slap to her second cheek, wanting to even her out. That’s the only reason.

You step away from her, and she fixes her skirt before speaking. “I’ve actually been called to Agent Inferno’s room this evening, sorry. That’s why I’m here.”

“Ah, I see. You have always been one of his favorites. Well, he’s far from the worst man you could get called to serve, so consider yourself lucky.” You can’t help but think of the single time that you were made to serve Inferno, and just how lucky that had been. He has strange powers as well, different than yours, and was able to see the hidden talent you had, somehow. Once he made you aware of your talent, you were able to start growing your hypnotic abilities, and he also recommended that you be promoted to Agent. That’s why you rose so quickly. You honestly owe him quite a lot, even you can admit that.

Alexandria responds with “Oh, he’s always fine. Probably be less rough on me than you would be!” She pokes your naked stomach affectionately.

“Oh, absolutely… Well then, I shouldn’t keep you. Wish we could chat more, but you need to go. Inferno is pretty relaxed, but there’s no need to risk upsetting him by being late.” You give the thick woman one more light slap on the ass.

She giggles again, but then her expression becomes serious. Placing a hand on your cum-stained cheek, she asks “Are you sure that you’re okay?”

You smile at her warmly. “Much better now. I’ll be fine. I survived, and I blew off some steam on the way here. And I have plans to do some more later. So I’m fine. I am going to go to my room, have something to take the edge off, then relax. Have fun with Inferno, Lex.” You give her a quick kiss, leaving small traces of Alberich’s semen on her face.

The pink-eyed woman wipes the cum away, then smiles back at you. “Okay. Have fun with whatever you’re doing tonight too. And hey, I have a full week of leave time starting today, so let me know when you’re free! We can catch up.”

“Oh, for sure! I have a new mission starting tomorrow, but I should finish it pretty quickly. Then we can do lunch, have a nice chat, I’ll fuck you senseless; it’ll be great!”

“Looking forward to it!” Lex chirps, and you both laugh as you make your way down the corridor containing the Agent’s quarters. You find the door to your room and wave goodbye to your voluptuous friend before entering, while she makes her way to Inferno’s door. Sighing as you close the door, you pinch the bridge of your nose. ‘What a day…’

The room is relatively small, being split into four sections; living room, bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen. All very spartanly decorated and plain inside, but far better than Grunt quarters. Those are just coed bedrooms with bunkbeds, where everyone is packed in like sardines and there’s basically always an orgy happening. You hear chirping as you enter, and your concerned Natu flutters up to you, looking you up and down in horror.

“Oh, hey buddy. Guess I’ve been gone for a while, huh? Sorry, things got… busy.” You say, grabbing him gently and holding him in your cupped hands. That’s when you finally realize that your Pokéballs were in your bag, which had also been left in Alberich’s lab. Shit, you won’t get those back until tomorrow, so you can’t put Natu away and spare him the sight of you.

Sighing, you walk into your bedroom and set your little buddy onto a custom-made perch set up for him on the wall. “I’m going to relax for a while, Grianos.” The green bird picks up at the sound of his nickname. “I have people coming over later, so wake me up at midnight, okay?” The psychic Pokémon chirps in affirmation. “Thanks buddy. Love you.”

Settling into bed, you start to think of Leon. Of him washing the cum off of you, cuddling you in bed, telling you it will all be okay…

You drift off, doing your best to forget the events that occurred within the Demise’s lab. You await the changing of the days, and the arrival of the male Grunts you had commanded to report to you. ‘That’s going to be fun.’ Is the last coherent thought you have as sleep takes you.

Word from the author: And there is my first chapter of 2023. Quick question to those of you who felt bad for Abyss after last chapter; how do you feel now? :D