The "training" room

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

Waking up is something your brain tries to do, but something just seems… off. There’s so much pleasure that you can barely think about anything else. You’re sitting with your back against the wall, your arms stretched above your head and shackled to that same wall. Chains, barely two feet long, bind your ankles and keep your legs spread wide. Also, there are three remotes taped to each of your thighs, with cords leading to egg-shaped vibrators in your pussy. Oh god, your walls are buzzing so intensely…

Status Gained: **** Beyond Reason

The room you’re in is poorly lit and has concrete on all sides, but what’s more alarming is that Professor Stump is sitting only a few inches to your right, chained up in the same way as you. She has the same remotes taped to her thighs, and looks just as disoriented as you feel.

“P-Professor? *ah* What are you… *oh god* What are you doing here!?” She and Jenny were supposed to have escaped!

“We *OHH* we came back to save you, but… *f-f-fuck* we got caught. Sorry,” she moans.

You struggle to keep your head out of the clouds. “But… you were *AH* supposed to save yourselves! W-While the lights were out…”

You both look away from each other. So that’s how things went… In that case, where’s Jenny?

You focus your attention forward and see Jenny in the center of the room. She’s suspended upright in the air by a set of ropes. Her arms are tied behind her back, while her knees are hoisted above her waist and spread apart. It forces her legs into an M-shape and puts her pussy facing forward on full display. It looks like she’s still ****.

Just then, a door slams open and a woman walks in. It’s her, the Team Rocket boss. But her stuck-up, slutty office woman attire is gone. Instead, she wears a black leather bodice that pushes her lofty boobs up to the sky. Matching leather boots and gloves, which leave most of her arms and legs exposed, bring together a look that makes you drool on sight.

She ignores you and Stump, walking straight towards Jenny. “Rise and shine, ****! It’s time to taste your punishment.”

Jenny slowly stirs awake, but gets a grip on the situation surprisingly fast. “You’re… their leader. I’ll never let you get away with this…” She can still resist? A-Amazing!

The woman seems to ponder Jenny’s words for a few seconds, then replies, “You know, it just won’t do for you to be calling me things like ‘their leader’. I’ve never been much for names, but if you’re all to be my personal slaves, you ought to know how to address me properly. It’s ‘Mistress Lorelei’ to you, ****. Hear that, you two in the back? Remember it when you announce your undying submission to me.”

“Never!” Jenny spits. “An officer of the Kanto Police Department will never submit to-”

*THWAP*

Lorelei swiftly draws a leather riding crop and brings it down upon one of Jenny’s perky tits. “Silence, ****. I’ve been lenient with you lot thus far, content to let the deluge of **** and cocks turn you into obedient slaves like all the others. But I won’t hesitate to use ****, now that you’ve proven to be so… problematic. That being said, the ocean of **** your brain is swimming in will likely having you falling to pleasure before you can piss me off again. Now then, let’s get started.”

One of Lorelei’s hands pries Jenny’s jaw open, while the other slides two fingers into the officer’s mouth, sliding back and forth as though giving her a tongue massage. You’ve never seen Jenny make a more depraved face before. Her eyes water, she blushes profusely, and her eyebrows turn upwards in distress. You’re sure the **** are responsible, right? Jenny herself would never react that way…

“You know, the grunts talk quite a bit about their sexual conquests,” Lorelei explains. “Word around here is, you can cum just from giving a blowjob. Isn’t that a bit too pathetic for a proud officer of the law? You’re sworn to protect and serve, but you can’t even ‘serve’ a cock without your pussy gushing in surrender. Is it true? Are you so pathetic that you can cum from oral pleasure alone?”

Obviously, Jenny’s in no position to reply while she’s getting her mouth fingerfucked, but it wouldn’t do her any good anyway. There’s already a small trickle of girljuices connecting her quim to the floor, making it impossible for her to deny the boss’s accusations. You blush hard at Jenny’s predicament, failing to suppress your arousal long enough to be genuinely worried about her.

Lorelei gets even more personal, running her fingers along Jenny’s teeth and gums, and even massaging the insides of her cheeks. Her gloved touch is deliberate and relentless, ensuring that not a single nook or cranny of Jenny’s mouth goes unmolested. Pornstars moan with more dignity than the fallen police officer, and the flow of juices from her pussy only gets thicker and less dignified as well. It’s surreal, watching a figure of power and authority turned into a moaning, dripping whore just from having her mouth felt up. It really drives home the fact that, down here, she’s just an ordinary girl who’s in over her head. She’s completely at the mercy of Team Rocket. Though it’s not like you’re faring any better. Your brain is awash in lewd thoughts, and the only reason you can focus on Jenny’s plight is because it’s so erotic. Your legs are shaking and your breathing is ragged, thanks to the little vibrators buzzing incessantly. You hate it, but you’re just as much of a whore as Jenny right now, and you’ve made your own puddle of pussy juices to prove it…

M-Maybe you should take your mind off of what’s happening to Jenny. You glance at Stump and notice she’s not doing as bad as you expected. Getting out of your cell might have cleared her head a bit, but she’s still losing ground to the vibrators.

“H-Hang in there, Professor,” you urge. You’re not even sure what value there is in trying to resist, but you know that giving in is the worst thing to do.

“This is… nothing…” she huffs.

Eventually, Lorelei releases her captive’s jaw. Your mind tries to fill in the blank for what happens next. You expect Jenny will bite her, or spit, or make a heroic declaration that she won’t give in… but no. None of those things happen. Jenny starts sucking the crime boss’s fingers emphatically without a scrap of pride. Her eyelids flutter, and her mouth overflows with drool and muffled sounds of glee. Even her pussy, pink and puffy, is violently contracting as though begging for something to squeeze. Geez, she’s not resisting at all…

Lorelei says, “So quickly, you fall from ‘an officer of the so-and-so’ to a fingersucking slut. I think this role suits you better anyway. You already failed at being a cop, but there’s no way to fail at being a ****. You just sit around and let others make all the decisions, including when and how to fuck you. Allow me to demonstrate…”

Lorelei starts roughly thrusting her fingers in and out of Jenny’s mouth, making the officer’s toes clench and her pussy leak nonstop. You feel secondhand embarrassment when she can’t even take sixty seconds of this before she’s overcome by an orally-induced climax. She gushes girlcum from her sex as she squeals in delight around her adversary’s fingers. She thrashes around a bit, but the ropes hold her securely. Overall, it looks a lot like Jenny just got her favorite reward from her “mistress”… It’s not a sight that fills you with confidence, but it sure as hell fills you with arousal. Oh god…

“Looks like it’s true,” Lorelei gloats. “Nothing but a little mouthfucking, and you’re already finished. Now, my little oral-loving ****, say my name.”

Unable to articulate with fingers in her mouth, Jenny drones, “Lowalei…”

“Close. But don’t worry, ****. I’ve got plenty of time to teach you how to address me properly. I can already tell you’re the type who quickly cracks under pleasure, so I expect you’ll be quite happy by the time you accept me as your mistre-”

“*CUMMING!*” you scream. The vibrators were already hard to bear, and watching Jenny cum is too much! You lean forward all two inches that are afforded by your bindings, then slam your back against the concrete wall as you cum your brains out to the sight of your partner getting dominated. Fuck, fuck, fuck! None of this is supposed to be hot, but you can’t… help it…

“My, my,” Lorelei muses, turning to face you. “Are you really incapable of holding out against a few vibrators on the lowest setting?” That was the lowest setting!? “Those things were supposed to keep you warmed up for when I was ready for you, not send you over the edge. But you’ll wait your turn, whether you can keep your slutcum off the floor while you do it or not.”

While still maintaining firm eye contact with you, she slides two fingers into Jenny’s mouth. Without hesitation, the policewoman starts sliding her tongue between the gloved fingers, almost as if trying to tonguefuck Lorelei’s hand. A long rope of drool falls from Jenny’s mouth and lands on her squeezable boob, then slides into her cleavage. The tantalizing sight makes you bite your bottom lip and cum even harder.

“Rest assured, though, ****,” Lorelei continues. “You will get your turn.”

The pleasure of the vibrators, the haze of the ****, the shame of cumming, and the arousal of watching Jenny, all blend into a cocktail that renders your brain non-operational. You close your eyes and wait your turn as instructed, still cumming to the sound of Jenny moaning like the perfect example of a Team Rocket ****.