The Saffron City Gym (Douglas POV)

She’s sitting in a throne when you enter the challenge chamber. “Douglas,” she says, her voice echoing around you, as if in your head. You don’t question how she knows your name.

“I’ve come to challenge you,” you declare.

She smirks, still sitting across the room. The space between you and her lit by a spotlight, the walls obscured by shadows. “You feel familiar,” she leans forward staring into you, “Who’s your father.”

You chuckle, why is everyone asking you that. “Tim Ketchup,” you respond confidently, “Why are you my step-sister, too?”

Flashes of memory fill your thoughts, images of Daisy on her knees before you. Sabrina laughs, “Is that the Oak girl? She wasn’t your ‘step’ sister, she is—“ Images of you negotiating with Daisy follow, “Oh, never mind, you’re obviously an idiot. How many little Ketchums are there?” she asks quietly to herself.

You’re not quite sure what’s going on, but you know it’s not your battle, “Are we going to battle or not?”

“Might as well test you,” she shrugs, leaning back in her throne again. She tosses out a ball revealing her first pokemon Xatu.

Finally, you flick back the tail of your jacket grabbing Lairon’s ball from your belt.

You’re down to your last pokemon, “Flareon!” You only needed to beat 3 of her pokemon and it’s taken your whole team. She’s good, but her Alakazam has taken a few good hits, you still have a chance.

"Psychic,” Sabrina commands, and Alakazam raises a spoon into the air. A purple aura surrounds your partner’s head. Flareon cries out in pain, wincing from the mental attack.

“Fire fang,” and Flareon jumps into action. His flame coated teeth digging into Alakazam’s arm. The battered pokemon flails, fainting as it pulls loose of Flareon’s maw.

Sabrina recalls her pokemon and slowly starts clapping. “Congrats,” she says walking across the battlefield. Your cock stirs in anticipation of the upcoming forfeit. “Granted I expected better based on Ashley’s natural talent.”

Sabrina’s eyes glow a rich purple as she meets your gaze. You feel a tickle at the base of your skull. Words fill your mind, ‘I want a handjob.’ They’re your words, or no, Sabrina’s? Your temples throb as you attempt to express your true wish for the forfeit. But as your tongue moves, the words become yours, “I want a handjob.”

Sabrina smirks, “I assumed as much.” She undoes your pants, pulling your erection from your pants. She’s at your side, hand wrapped around your cock, slowly pumping along your shaft. “Do you like that?”

You try to request more, but the throbbing in your temples returns. ‘Yes,’ bounces through your mind before spilling out your mouth.

“They always do,” she whispers, the rasp in her voice causing your cock to stir. “I think I might keep you. After the tragic loss of daddy’s little girl at the Power Plant, big bad Black Jack will be looking for a new heir. It might benefit me if I just happen to have one on hand.”

You want to demand more, but your tongue won’t move, the words won’t come. You don’t understand what’s happening. Your dick strains in Sabrina’s hand.

“Cum, now,” she whispers in your ear, the words filling your mind. Your cock jolts in her grasp, throbbing as jet after jet of cum erupts from your cock. She laughs, releasing your cock. Your seed shot across the floor. “Come,” she commands walking away.

You don’t question the command, your feet carrying you behind her as she returns to her throne. “Kneel,” she points to the side of her seat. Your temples throb as you hesitate, but you drop to your knees at her side.

She runs her fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp. “Good boy,” she coos, a shiver of joy runs down your spine. “Next,” she snaps her free hand at the shadows. The doors across the chamber open and her next challenger appears.

“Preston,” she calls out.

The other boy halts in his step, “How— I,” he takes another step forward, his knees quaking, “I’m ready for our battle.”

Sabrina’s hand never stops massaging your scalp. “So you think.”