Sabrina

Sabrina strips out of her leathers. She's surprisingly cute when naked. She's tall, with long black hair, perky C-cup tits, and eyes that seem to pierce your soul. The vibrator is still in her, and you don't care. "How do you want me, Hazel?" she asks. "Shall I eat you out?"

"Hands above your head, Sabrina," you answer, and her eyebrows raise as she realizes what you've planned.

You find a pair of cuffs, and you cuff her wrists to a hook overhead. As your arm brushes hers, an odd thing happens: you realize you can feel her mind.

Sabrina feels... excited. Eager, almost. With her arms over her head, she's defenseless. She's surrounded by toys, by implements of pain. And something about that thrills her.

You pull your arm away, and the sense cuts off. You poke her in the shoulder, and it returns. You might have guessed that Sabrina was psychic, but you hadn't realized her power leaked. What that must be like, you wonder? To have anyone who touches you be able to read your feelings?

"So this is your plan, Hazel?" Sabrina asks. "You beat me, claimed a forfeit, you have me exposed and at your mercy. And you're going to... poke me in the shoulder?"

There's a low rumble of laughter from the audience. You hadn't realized Sabrina was capable of humor.

"Just... making sure you're real," you answer. "Also, this!" You bend down and scoop up a... something. It's like a whip, but shorter, and with more whip-ends. A... flogger, you think? You flick it experimentally, and the cords slap Sabrina's exposed back.

"You have to flick your wrist more," she explains dryly. "Just before it hits."

You put some more **** into it, and this time she doesn't respond with quips. You put a hand on her shoulder to check, and -- yeah, she liked that. You strike again, and again, and you realize: Sabrina is into pain.

"It's like the proverb," you say, flicking the flogger across the soft flesh of her stomach. "What we give others is what we want for ourselves. Here you are, Sabrina, tying cute girls up and whipping them. Day in and day out. And do they whip you back?"

You vary your strikes to land on her breasts, and she gasps. You hit her just a little harder, and you can feel as she thrills from the pain. "Do they, Sabrina?"

"Noooo..." she whispers. "No they don't."

You circle round, holding a hand on her to track how she's feeling. The vibrator is pushing her hard, now; you might have to turn it down if you want her to last. The flogger bites into her ass, five times fast, and she lets out a quiet moan.

"Yesterday, you told me how important the mind is. The mind and the will. But today, I want to tell you about the body. Have you cared for your body, Sabrina?"

"Noooo..." Sabrina answers you breathily.

You pull her legs open and strike at her sensitive inner thighs. A stray cord bounces against her pussy, and she nearly cums. You turn the vibrator down a notch.

"You did three fights in a row, Sabrina, with no release. None!" You hit her a little harder. You can feel the tight knot of arousal building within her, fed by pain and pleasure both. She won't last forever, not if you keep doing this. "Why do you do this? Why didn't you cum?"

"It's... not good," she whispers. "Not unless there's pain. At least a little. So I... test myself..."

"Well then, Sabrina," you tell her. "Let me give you pain."

And you turn the vibrator up to high, and you lash the flogger straight into her pussy, and she screams. For a moment, you fear that you've hurt her too much, but -- no, you can feel the raw excitement, see the way she's leaning into the strike. You hit her again, and again, and she cums hard, back arched, body shaking, screaming her pleasure at the ceiling.

You turn to the crowd and bow. They applaud.

You unhook Sabrina and pick her up. It's harder than it sounds, because you're not a weightlifter, and humans are heavy. But this is important. You manage.

"You did good, Sabrina," you tell her. "You're a good girl. Everyone liked your performance. You look scary at first, but you're a great gym leader."

She's still on the tail end of the orgasm. Her mind feels content, and deeply satisfied. You wonder how long it's been since she got a real release.

"whh..." she whispers faintly. "where are you taking me?..."

"Oh, Sabrina," you smile. "I think you know."

And you open the back door, and you set her down gently, naked and defenseless on the pavement in Blowjob Alley. You close the door again.

"Thanks, all!" you tell the crowd. "Did anyone get pictures? I was too busy to take one, so be sure to tag me in yours! My trainer name is MidnightSnuggler! Where does she keep the badges, does anyone know? I'll just help myself..." It's a bit tempting to grab a second badge for Julia, but you're pretty sure there are rules about that.

It's the Marsh Badge, apparently. You add it to your collection.

"Bye, all!" you call. "I'm sure Sabrina will be back soon, once she finishes her blowjobs! In the meantime, I'll see myself out..."

And you leave.

Six badges down, two to go.

Epilogue:
* Julia does the Saffron Gym the next day, and wins with a safe margin. Hazel has told her all about Sabrina's secret weaknesses, but Julia just challenges normally and toughs the vibrator out. She doesn't even claim a forfeit on Sabrina. Julia is like that sometimes.
* Sabrina finds the video of her loss to Hazel, and pins it to the top of her trainer profile, just in case it gives anyone else ideas. Not many take her up on it.
* Hazel has a long road ahead of her, but she does come back to Kanto every once in a while. When her travels bring her to Saffron City, she often makes a stop at Sabrina's gym for a rematch. She always makes sure to lose the first round, and only win on the second. It's the only way to get the full experience.