“...Go through my new shit!”

“Let’s go Cocksleeve, I have a lot of new stuff to look through.” Blue said condescendingly, tugging at her now stiffening hair.

Amb... I mean Cocksleeve, suddenly realized exactly what he was talking about. As part of the deal that **** her into slavery, Blue also got complete ownership of everything that had once belonged to her. As she submitted to crawling across the lab floor, she thought about everything she had lost. “All my posters, my pictures, my books...” Suddenly the thick tittied bitch gasped audibly. How could she have forgotten about her most prized possession! She had to prevent Blue from findin...

The thought was jerked from her attention as Blue pulled hard on her hair, causing her to slip in the puddle of his juices and her spit that had built up on the floor during the previous conversation, landing with a splat. Her drying visage was immediately covered in a fresh coating, adding new dimensions to the mosaic of makeup, tears and body fluids that was her face.

“I thought I told you, shut the fuck up!” Blue spat. “I own every part of you, including your lips. From now on, that hole is for holstering my cock, not making noise.” He glared down on her, his face full of contempt and superiority. She felt more eyes on her, realizing the sounds had drawn the attention of the aides, abandoning their research to watch her humiliation.

“Yea, no way I can let this asshole find it. That would be the worst thing that could happen to me at this point.” She thought as she scrambled to get her hands under her. Seeing her struggle, Blue decided to hammer his message in with another tug, causing her to slip and fall on her chest. Her shirt, which had finally crusted to the point were you couldn’t see through it, was rewetted to reveal her magnificent mammaries under a too small bra once again.

Giving up on crawling, Cocksleeve allowed herself to be dragged roughly through the puddle, spreading the noxious fluids all over her shorts and legs. She did not mind that as much as Blue thought she would, because it gave cover to the wet spot forming in her crotch. “This is so bad. Why am I so turned on by being degraded like this? Made to be nothing but a whore for everyone to see, losing all my dignity and becoming a sex toy for Blue!” She pondered as she slid across the tiled lab, being pulled strongly by her master and followed by the hungry gaze of the scientists. For some reason, these thoughts only made her feel more wet, sending a wave of pleasure though her body.

Our dynamic duo made their way out of the lab, allowing Cocksleeve a chance to crawl after dragging her through the dirt for a bit. On the way to the girl’s previous home, Blue suddenly had a thought. “Stop bitch.” he commanded as he stopped, causing her head to jerk back sharply. “All your stuff is now my stuff right? Including the stuff you have on you.” The ****’s mind immediately went to the worst place possible, imagining her naked body being put on display for everyone to see. She gulped, waiting for the command to strip. “Give me your pokedex slut.” Blue said instead, shocking her. Cocksleeve reached into her back pocket, slid out the pokedex and handed it to him carefully.

CRACK!!

... not that she needed to be careful though, as she watched Blue break her Pokedex over his knee, throwing the pieces off to the side. “I only needed one anyway. Now, give me my Charmander. A stupid slut like you couldn’t train it anyway.” The **** girl paused for a second, her frown deepening. She looked up at Blue, trying to convince him otherwise somehow. Before she got a word out, she again felt the stinging impact of spit on her face, this time hitting her right eye. “When I tell you to do something, you do it Cocksleeve. Now give it to me before I have to punish you.” Cocksleeve, terrified at the idea of a worse punishment than what she received already, quickly handed over the pokeball.

Blue summoned the fire lizard, which looked around confused before seeing the duo in front of him. “You are my pokemon now, ok? I am going to train you well and make you a champion! You don’t have to deal with this whore anymore.” Blue gestured towards the muddy, sticky and disheveled looking girl. She looked at Charmander with pleading eyes, begging him to do something. Help her escape, run away, anything but join her oppressors team. Charmander stared into her eyes, then without hesitation smiled and ran over to Blue, a look of relief all over his face. “Well fuck you too.” Cocksleeve grumbled to herself, turning away from the obviously happy pokemon.

After a minute, Blue put Charmander in the ball again. He looked over at his ****, pouting like a toddler denied candy. “What a sore loser.” He thought, throwing away any sliver of respect he had for her. Verbally, Blue then said: