Sadistic futanari

_Author's note: for those of you who never watched Christopher Nolan's Interstellar, then you should know that **** time dilation is an actual concept. Google it._

You give your answer to the ball, and it readies itself for you to throw it. You decide Sabrina would be better if she lost any compassion, and instead took joy in the pain of others. Additionally, she would look better with a girthy, sensitive cock. You throw the ball and light engulfs Sabrina as the ball captures her. Since you have a telepathic link to the ball, you get a ringside seat to Sabrina's reprogramming. It's the strangest feeling in the world: not only are you here in the clearing with Jessie and James, but you're also inside the ball, watching Sabrina. You are quite literally in two places at once. You have a feeling that you'll eventually adjust to this feeling, the more people you capture. Sabrina is asleep, but wakes up. She looks around, panicking. She sees that she's been hogtied. There are no windows, only padded black rubber walls.

"Wh-what!? Where the fuck am I!?"

"Hell," a feminine voice answers, "but you'll learn to call this place home."

A hand injects Sabrina with a dose of chemicals. Within seconds, a massive bulge appears in Sabrina's pants.

"What did you do to me?!"

"Correction: what did I do to us?" The voice asks. The person walks in front of Sabrina revealing herself to be acopy of Sabrina, only this one is wearing her old team rocket uniform. The only thing that this copy is wearing below the waist is a pair of sweaty stockings. The irises of this one are red, instead of purple.

"Now listen up, Slut, I may be a copy of you, but I'm far better than you in every way, so you will only call me 'Mistress,' understood?"

Sabrina looks away, avoiding eye contact before answering.

"Yes, Mistress..." She responds sheepishly. Sabrina blushes, very clearly embarrassed. Sabrina blushes, willing herself to stop getting aroused. She won't admit it (at least, not yet), but being demeaned like she is right now is causing her to start pitching a tent in her pants.

"Good girl." The clone purrs. She steps closer, deliberately standing in front of Sabrina. She seems to be well aware that Sabrina can smell her musty stockings.

"My, my, Slut. I seem to have worked up quite a sweat. Do you want to lick my feet clean?"

Sabrina knows she's unable to move her head away. She knows that she won't be able to resist licking them, and so does her clone. The clone plants one of her feet a little closer to Sabrina's face.

"Come on, worm, you know you want to."

"Ngh! No!" Sabrina resists. The clone's demeanor changes completely, no longer smiling.

"Bad girl, slut." The clone's tone becomes cold, seething with quiet anger. She pulls out a riding crop. THWAK! The crop connects with Sabrina's backside, eliciting a pleasured moan from her. The clone still keeps her feet close to Sabrina's face, enticing her. Sabrina tries to keep looking away, but the stench melts any resistance. Sabrina slowly turns her head toward the clone's feet, salivating.

"Beg me to let you lick them, worm." The clone lifts up one foot, and holds it just an inch away from Sabrina's face. Sabrina extends her tongue, fully submitting. Her licks are slow, but deliberate.

"What a little freak you are, ****. You find this to be so humiliating, but you just can't stop yourself."

Sabrina knows she's right, but just keeps licking and licking. The clone flips her onto her side, still keeping one foot close Sabrina's face. The clone tears open the front of Sabrina's pants and begins using her other foot to slowly stroke Sabrina's cock. Again, that weird feeling hits you. You're both standing out in the clearing with your two henchmen, while simultaneously watching Sabrina's erotic torment. Eight hours pass as Sabrina as mercilessly edged, but that's eight hours _inside the ball. _In reality, you've only been standing there for ten seconds ever since you captured Sabrina. You've just been staring at the ball, proud of yourself for such a catch.

"Master?" You look up to see James approaching you, a somewhat puzzled look on his face.

"Sabrina is to rejoin us, I understand that, but how exactly does it work? I've never understood it myself as Giovanni never wanted anyone to replicate our corrupted ball."

You explain to James how you feel yourself witnessing Sabrina's training while also talking to him. You tell him the kinds of kinky things the ball has prepared for Sabrina, and how time inside lasts longer than time out here. You tell him that it is called "**** time dilation."

"Interesting... " James seems fascinated, as a devilish smile creeps across his face.

Back inside the ball, forty years have passed in the 30 seconds it took for you to explain all that to James. Sabrina doesn't know it's been this long, as her sense of night and day has been offput. There is no sun or moon in here. Only shiny black rubber walls. The ball takes care of Sabrina's physical needs. Water, food, and sleep have all been rendered useless. She's always awake and never able to feel true physical exhaustion. She's unable to die or even hurt herself, as any wounds or physical damage are instantly healed. Not only that, but Sabrina is stuck at being the same age she was when you captured her. She's forever 23 years old, unable to age while in the ball and die naturally. Forty years. For forty years, Sabrina has been spanked to where she's scared not of the spanking, but the thought that keeps creeping into her head when she _is _spanked: More. I need more. For four decades she experiences having her clone edge her cock with one foot while using the other to give Sabrina mouthful of sweaty, foul-scented toes which she happily sucks. The ball doesn't allow for any mercy, though, as she is unable to escape into the peace of insanity. After forty years of being edged but never releasing, you would expect one's mind to shutter under all that frustration, but that's not what happens. Just like the sweet release of an orgasm, her breaking into insanity simply never happens. Every time either of those things is about to happen, it's simply pulled _just _out of metaphorical reach. Every time she feels her mind -no, her very spirit- on the verge of shattering, her mind is reset to a mostly sane state. Just so the process can begin anew. Every time this happens, Sabrina loses a little piece of herself. Not a major personality change, but big enough to be noticeable. She feels herself feeling slightly repulsed at the idea of compassion, but still fights to keep her morality intact. However, Sabrina cannot escape the despair that is always there. she knows now that she will not escape this hell. She knows that, if she does leave, it won't be an escape. The only part of "Sabrina" that will be left of her is her name. She's overcome with a panic attack! She knows that she's being molded into something... twisted. She's being turned into something she claims she's not. What scares her most is the arousal she feels at the despair. She can't help but get hard at the utter hopelessness of her current situation.

"Awww, what an adorable little painslut! Too bad, you can't cum hahaha! So pathetic!" The clone degrades, quickly pulling both stockinged feet away from Sabrina. Sabrina whines like a wounded animal at being unable to suck her mistress's rank, sweaty feet. She found them so warm and comfy, like a warm blanket on a winter's night. The clone laughs evilly as she pleasures herself, quickly ejaculating across the floor. The message is clear. The clone wasn't jerking off for the sake o doing it. Sabrina was being **** to watch what she could never have: release.

MASTER, IF YOU WOULD LIKE, I CAN PUT HER INTO SENSORY DEPRIVATION. NOT ONLY THAT, BUT I CAN TAKE AWAY HER ABILITY TO ORGASM AND PERMANENTLY EDGE HER. EVEN IF NO ONE IS TOUCHING HER GENITALS, SHE WILL BE TEASED AND TOUCHED BUT NEVER RELEASE.

You tell the ball that, yes, you would like her to be denied for the rest of her life. However, you decide to wait for a special occasion. You will decide when to lock away her orgasms, but now isn't quite the time.

James looks at you deviously. You know that he knows you're going to love his idea. Neither of you even speak. Using your telepathic link, you search James's mind to find the woman: Delia Ketchum. The woman Hypno showed you last night. Understanding, you throw the ball, letting the woman out. She stands before, clad in a Team Rocket uniform.

"Greetings, Master." Delia addresses you. "How may I be of service?"

You ask James if he has any plastic water bottles or any type of fluid container.

"Yes, Master. We have bottles and empty vials."

You tell James to fetch both. He obliges, and you look at Delia. She is smiling warmly at you, adoration in her red eyes.

Sabrina is on the floor, beyond dejected. Her fate is to become a sexual plaything. And she couldn't possibly be more aroused. After one hundred years of this hell, she feels... strange. Not wanting to escape, but feeling right at home.

"Don't worry, cutie!" The clone chirps. "We'll be sure to edge away aaall those feelings of guilt for when you were a member of Team Rocket. We'll be sure to tease and deny you till you're nothing more than a husk! Doesn't that sound like such fun?"

Sabrina is scared, wondering what her mistress could possibly have in store. The clone walks forward, and... unties her. Sabrina is confused, looking up at the clone. Sabrina's spirit has been so thoroughly broken that she does not attempt to escape or fight back. She simply lays there, wondering why her mistress undid her bindings.

"I'm going to give you a break, Sabrina. After 100 years, I think you deserve to be able to cum."

"Thank you, Mistress!" Sabrina shouts. Her eyes light up, and she ravenously begins masturbating. As she touches herself, though, she doesn't notice the clone pulling an object that will soon lock away her cock forever. Sabrina is ready to cum within seconds. But, that's when the clone applies the device.