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Sunday, September 26, 2010
According to Plan part 1 by BoredAsAnythingSide
According to Plan part 1
by BoredAsAnythingSide
http://boredasanythingside.deviantart.com/
A figure, walking softly across the grass. The moon lit the way, and no one was around, besides the person. They stopped, and picked something off the ground. It was blue, and very shiny. They looked over it smiled, and put into a bag. An idea was brewing.
***
Misty opened her eyes. Bad idea. Instantly, it was like a hundred needles were being jabbed unmercifully into her head, and she groaned loudly. Murmuring, she risked another peek, and when the pain subsided, opened her eyes fully.
There wasn’t much to see. A dark, featureless room, with a single hanging bulb and an iron door. Misty may not of been in the best of thinking abilities at the time, but even she could see that this was bad. A gang, looking for a ransom? A prostitution ring? Anything was possible, and Misty loudly cursed. How had she got here? She remembered vaguely going into the gym late at night, because she heard noises, but nothing after that.
“Oh…fuck me…”
<Nice to see you awake>
Misty’s head shot up in alarm, and the pain came back like a ton of bricks. She closed her eyes, waited for the pain to stop, and spoke quietly.
“Whoever you are, if you let me out right now, I promise to never speak of this again”
<you miss-understand me. I’m in the same position as you are>
There was something not quite right about the voice, and Misty looked around the room warily, but there was no one.
“Where are you, then?”
<underneath you. Please get off>
Misty looked down, incredulous. Indeed, there was something underneath her, but there was no way it could be described as human. The gym leader reached down and pulled from underneath her something blue and shiny.
“…a latex suit?”
<that would be me. Why are you so surprised? Surely you have heard the news?>
Then it clicked with Misty.
“You’re one of those fetish suits from that company!? Then, you’re here to…”
Misty shivered, and left the sentence hanging. The suit put her out of her misery.
<If I am, then I am not aware of it. I was taken just like you. I’m as much a captive as you are>
Misty gave a sigh of relief. Then she noticed the door.
“Hey! It’s not locked! We can get out!”
<Give it a try, then>
Misty excitedly reached up towards the knob, only to find her fingers fall just short of the mark. Something was pulling her back. She looked down, and was horrified by what she saw.
“Chains?”
<On both of us. It seems our captor has a cruel sense of humour>
Misty sat back defectively. Looks like she was stuck here. In a bout of delusive hope, she checked the chains, but they were obviously strong. But there was something about them that was not quite…
<…right?>
The creature had spoken as if it had read her mind, and she looked up, startled.
<I thought the same thing. They don’t seem normal, but I can’t put my metaphorical finger on it>
“Yeah…”
Misty sat back and eyed the suit warily. She still didn’t trust it, and was fairly sure that if it wanted to control her actions, it could very easily do it from this distance. Misty slumped against the wall and sighed. She might be in for a long wait.
A forest, at night. Latex covered figures sleeping happily on the ground. Two of them, however were far from sleeping.
Marina had her head busily stuck between Eve’s thighs, and the dominant one panted with arousment. It had been a long day, and Eve was treating her self. She felt herself tense, and she knew what was about to come. Marina stopped as the liquid of her desire finally flowed, and eagerly lapped at it. Once Eve was clean, the ex-trainer stood slowly up, smiling vaguely.
“Did I do well, mistress?”
“Yes, you did do well.”
“Can I have a Treat, mistress?”
“Of course”
And without a word, Eve plunged her hand into Marina’s private spot. The girl’s eyes went, blissful, then unfocused, and she finally collapsed into her juices, spent. Eve sighed, and decided to rest.
She wondered how her recruiter was going. She hadn’t seen them in a few weeks now. She hoped fervently that it was all going to plan.
Misty was awoken to the sound of a door clanging open. She looked up in hope, wanting freedom. What she got was a plateful of gruel slid messily in front of her. She tried to get an idea of who the person was, but they wore a mask, and silently left. Misty looked down at the unappetizing food, and gloomily realized there was no fork. Not that it mattered, as the plate had been placed out of her hand reach. With a certain amount of trepidation, she realized what she had to do. Moving her mouth closer to the food, she began to dine like a pig, food smothering her find features. She cried a little as she ate. Did this person have no compassion?
Eventually, Misty finished, and the door opened again. The person walked in, rubbed Misty’s face painfully clean, and left. Misty continued to cry over the hopelessness of it all, but gradually she realized it wasn’t going to help her.
“You’re a suit right? Did this…person buy you?”
<Hardly. Like I said, she found me. I was taken out by a pet of our leader, to find more recruits, but she must have dropped me. Then I was found, and taken here.>
“pets…leader?”
“I suppose I should explain. A little known fact about this debacle is that we the suits engineered our escape. It’s a long story, but basically put, we controlled an employee to rescue both unused suits and the people who were already to far gone to be saved. One of us would lead us to a clearing, and that’s where our base camp is. Our current goal is to capture enough women to fill all the suits, and give us permanent freedom>
“That’s…that’s sick! Your mind controlling innocent people!”
<Is it really? We are simply giving them a new, more carefree life. In return, we get to be real, something we’ve always wanted.>
Misty faltered in wake of this new argument.
“I suppose that’s a point but…what if they don’t want to change lifestyles?”
<oh, they do. Eventually.>
Misty shivered.
<don’t worry, if I had any intention of taking you I could have done so a thousand times over. You’re safe.>
“That’s oddly…relieving, thanks”
<We must stay together, so to speak>
Two days ago
Misty walked with a sense of urgency along the street. She was late, and while not quite ready to run, she had to hurry. Finally, she reached the door and burst through to an armada of questioning eyes.
“Ah! Umm…sorry I’m late…”
“Excused. Please take a seat, Misty”
Misty sat meekly into the hard wooden seat. It was yet another gym leaders meet, and today’s was particularly boring. Falling challenge rates, maintenance on gyms, OHS….the list of boring subjects went on, and Misty actually managed to nod off for at least half an hour, before the meeting was called and people piled out into the refreshment area, eager to catch the first pieces of scone. Only two remained. Erika, celadon’s gym leader, who seemed troubled, and Misty, who was asleep. Erika meekly tapped Misty on the shoulder.
“C’mon misty…it’s over now”
“hu?...what…oh. Thanks”
“ummm…there’s something in need to talk to you about…”
Misty noted the scared tones in the voice, and sat up with more attention.
“What is it Erika?”
“I have reason to believe that someone In the Kanto gym leaders may be involved the fetish suit scandal going on now!”
This was interesting stuff.
“Really? Who? And why do you think that?”
“I…can’t say who. If I do, they might find me. My suspicions were aroused when I noticed the changes to collective budget of the gym leaders association. There were several unmarked purchases, and I couldn’t trace them. It was only until the collapse of that company that the files that were attached to the budget miraculously opened up. Inside the file, I found many orders of the same fetish suits I had seen on TV! Anyway, I tried to cover my tracks but….oh no! I’ve got to go!”
Erika rushed out of the room, leaving a stunned misty. Dimly, she realized Erika had looked out of the window, but whoever was there had left. They could have easily re-entered the party in that time. Misty cursed. She really didn’t want to deal with this right now.
Misty opened her eyes. She was both happy and sad about this. Sad that these newly remembered memories had been cut short, happy that she had been awoken quickly, because she could feel a hand groping her chest. She tried to struggle, but more chains had been attached to her. She cried out, and a gloved had covered her mouth.
“Mmmph!”
“Be quiet and listen to me. I’m not your enemy. I’m here to help.”
“Misty instantly relaxed. A savior? Finally! But Misty only stayed relaxed long enough for the savior to reach down into her pants.
“M-“
”fooled ya, didn’t I? Now listen to me. I’m sure you want this. You really do. After this big fiasco, you just need someone to sooth you. I’m here for you now.”
Misty suddenly did want it. It was a strange feeling, but she couldn’t fight it, and gradually relaxed, then stiffened as two fingers went up her spot. But now she didn’t mind. She needed this. She moaned, and her aggressor squeezed her breast in reply, making it lacate a little. Misty was now very into this, as a cowled head went down to her spot. She sat back, and felt the soft tongue penetrate her. The mysterious captor had let her open her mouth; satisfied she would do nothing but moan. And moan she did, for the feeling was electric. Misty had never, in any of her best nights, felt something like this. She could feel something coming, and prepared for the inevitable. But the inevitable never came.
The head pulled away from her crotch, and roughly the figure pulled up misty’s pants, spat out of her mouth, and walked out, laughing. Mist was furious. She had been led on, again, and now the feeling hurt like hell. But she couldn’t do anything about it, as she began to cry, while the suit “watched” on with curiosity.
2 days ago
Misty walked through the door, flicked on the lights and slumped into the couch. What a day. First that meeting, then 7 challengers, all with capable teams. It had been tough work, and Misty just wanted to curl up and forget about the world for a just a bit. But it wasn’t to be, as the phone began to ring. Grumbling, Misty lifted herself off her chair and walked to the phone.
“Misty speaking”
“It’s Brock. There’s some….troubling news”
Misty’s mind flicked back to the event at the meeting.
“Something’s happened to Erika, hasn’t it?”
“…yes. How did you know?”
“Lucky guess. Go on.”
“She left the meeting in a fuss, and that’s the last anyone saw of her. Her manservant raised the alarm after she never turned up home.”
“I…see. Tell me, had any of the others left before her?”
“Besides you, everyone left at the same time. Why?”
Dammit! Erika was missing, and there were no leads.
“No reason. Goodbye, Brock
“Cya. Look out for her, right?”
“Right.”
Misty softly put the phone down on the hook. This was bad. If the fetish suit perpetrator had seen Erika talking to her, then likely as not she was the next target. Misty shivered, and then went up to have a shower. Even if she was worried, there was nothing she could do.
Eve sat on her rock piously, looking over her flock with care. Despite her calm pose, she was worred. Her scout hadn’t returned for two weeks now. Had something gone wrong? If it had, hell would be to pay. The plan had to happen soon.
<Wake up>
Misty awoke with a groan. Last nights intense event was still fresh in her mind. The pain had subsided after an hour, but even now she felt hot and aroused, and struggled to keep cool.
“Urgh…what is it?”
“Me”
Misty slowly turned around. Standing in the doorway was her captor, her tormentor. They were unmasked, but cleverly hid their face in shadow of the doorway. Misty had previously noticed something about the voice, but she couldn’t put a finger on it. Now she realized .the voice was blank. Wether it was a voice changer or simply how they spoke, the voice hid the pretty much everything from the listener. Gender, personality…Misty had never heard such a weird voice before.
“Who…are you?”
“You know me very well, though probably not as well as you thought. Allow me to introduce myself.”
And the figure stepped into the light.
Two days ago
A bang wakes Misty from her sleep. Drowsily, she realizes its coming from the gym. She throws on some clothes, before walking groggily to her water paradise. Had something got out perhaps? She unlocked the door, walked in and found…nothing. She was about to leave when a small noise behind her alerted her to presence of someone else. She suddenly realized, as she turned around swiftly, that it was a trap, but it was too late. The small needle was pricked into her neck, and she folded up in on the ground, lured to sleep by the deceitful smells of perfume.
“Erika…you..? But…”
Erika laughed.
“I was the one who told you? Basic trick my dear. Threw you off the scent, made sure you were suspicious of me, so to speak.”
“But…why you?”
Erika laughed, and then leaned down. The smile left, replaced by a snarl.
“Why me, you ask? Why not me? For all of my life, I was treated as a “delicate flower”, a petite woman who couldn’t do anything for herself. I could have done what you did of course, made a name for myself, stood up. but I didn’t. So I vented my frustration a different way.”
Misty realized.
“So you were the suit buyer…”
“Correct again. I bought a multitude of suits, and set about relieving my stress. Oh don’t worry, I never used anyone important. Hookers and call-girls, mostly. They came to address, and never left. In fact, right next door is where they are, waiting for their master.”
Misty shivered. The girl had obviously lost it. Erika continued to speak.
“However, my little plan went horribly wrong. The business was found out, and I knew it was only a matter of time before the police checked the hidden buyer’s record. So I planned an escape. To be honest, I was really only going to do a straight runner, until I found…this.”
At that, she pointed to the strange suit in the corner.
“It was lying in my gardens! Obviously, one of those tamed girls who escaped had come through my garden! My first piece of luck in weeks. And then a plan formed.”
Erika smiled.
“You see Misty, I always liked you. Your ability to stand up for what you wanted…something I never had. So, I chose you to be a major part of grand scheme. Simply put, Misty, you and that suit are going to lead me to my paradise.”
Mist was confused, and Erika noticed.
“My paradise being…the little hideout of the escapees from the factory. There, I will find 50 or more mindless slaves, looking for a master. It was perfect. Of course, they’ll have a leader, but I have a secret weapon.”
“You’re insane”
“Am I? I just want a little R and R. but anyway, I think its time I dealt with you. Do you know why I kept you out of that suit for so long, Misty?”
The water gym leader shivered, and spoke quietly. She knew this was going to be bad.
“..Why?”
“Because of a little experiment I wanted to run. You see, that company didn’t just create suits. No, there were a lot more stages before that. Mind controlling injections, bionic brain controllers, everything! The problem was, however, that they either needed constant checking or were just a little to amoral for people to use. But then they stumbled on this”
Erika lifted a small collar with a poke ball symbol on it.
“This is the suitably named pokecollar, and was their leading product before the suits. Simply put, clip this to anywhere on your subject, and it would instantly control them. No fighting, no danger off its hold weakening. Pure control. However, it came at a cost. Permanent changes could not be done to the subject, and if it was taken off, the effect would immediately go away. Small price to pay, however, for the amount of control I have…over you and the suit. You see, both of you have been wearing them the entire time!”
Misty scoffed at this ridiculous suggestion.
“Impossible. I would have felt it”
“Aha, but no you wouldn’t, because I told you not to. Try touching your neck.”
“Misty obliged, and was horrified to discover she couldn’t. It didn’t even feel like there was something there, but she just couldn’t touch her neck. Erika smiled.
“See? And that’s not the only trick I played. For starters, you’re completely naked.”
Misty looked down, and gasped in horror as her clothes literally faded away into nothing.
“Liked that? See how much control I have? And for seconds, you’re not really chained down! Have a look.”
And like magic, the chains disappeared. Misty wanted very much to run for it but...
“…but I told you that you couldn’t. Poor girl. I even tricked both of you guys to see the chains on each other, so you wouldn’t struggle. But that’s not the worst. You see, you’ve never been in a cell at all.”
Misty watched with growing horror as the cell walls faded away to reveal a much bigger room. It was cleanly carpeted, and low lit. Around her, several girls in Pokémon suits watched her curiously. Misty was now petrified.
“I told them not to touch you. You see? You see how strong these bands are? Your mine, Misty, and I’ll never let you go. Now freeze. I said earlier you and that suit would lead me to my paradise. Well, for that, you need to be together. Suit, control her”
<Yes mistress>
Misty watched as the suit that had so recently been her friend slithered up to her, and bit down on her feet. It didn’t hurt, but Misty was still scared shitless.
“No…no come on…Erika please…no”
“Shut up”
Misty’s mouth slammed closed, and instead she whimpered pathetically as the suit climbed her leg.
“Stop”
The suit immediately stopped, and Misty looked up, hopeful that Erika had changed her mind. But it was not to be, as instead Erika clipped off Misty’s pokecollar. And suddenly, she went mad, screaming and struggling, trying to get out of the suit. But it was too late.
“Back to work”
Erika sat down on her queen bed, the only piece of furniture in the room, and watched eagerly.
Misty finally had the sense to see what was actually crawling up her leg. Blue and white, the serpentine figure had a single, neat horn atop his head, as well as a wing like protrusions from the side. The eye sockets were glassy and transparent, and misty could feel a bulge on her leg, suggesting a little round orb on then neck of the suit. Downwards, a single pattern of blue and white stretched to a point where two large orbs sat, clamped around the tapered edge. In short, it was a Dragonair. A small part of Misty scoffed that someone had obviously made the mistake of thinking Dragonair’s and water trainers belong together, but currently she was concentrating on the bigger picture.
This, at the moment, involved the fact she was losing her ability to move her legs. She shouted louder and louder as the curious pseudo-Pokémon watched on. Erika sat back and listens to the sweet music of suffering, and started to become aroused with power.
The suit, meanwhile, had finished with her feet. And Misty realized with shock that she might have just lost her ability to walk forever, as she quietly sobbed. Screaming was useless, as the suit steadily crawled up her skin. But then the suit hit her thigh. She had never felt something like this. She jerked out in surprise as the waves of heat rose inside her. Why was she aroused? What was happening?
The suit continued to crawl, and every millimeter of skin it covered brought more pleasure. Misty couldn’t fight it. It was one of her oldest and most animalistic emotions, and it was controlling her. Every touch felt like a thousand hands rubbing her gently, and she shivered uncontrollably as the suit came close to her privates. She knew that when it did, her fight would finally be over. The latex coiled itself over her spot, and she braced herself…
…For nothing. Instead, the suit simply climbed over it, and Misty felt a strange sense of nothingness. While every other part of her body was tickled raw by this suit, the one area that counted had been left alone.
The suit had worked its way up to the undersides of breasts now. Stretching impossibly wide, the maw of the suit clamped down. And this time it didn’t disappoint. Luscious waves of pleasure flowed from her breasts as the suit squeezed them tight, sealing them away, possibly for ever. Misty moaned and Erika smiled. This was only the beginning.
Erika skipped off the bed, and danced over to the beat Misty, coiled awkwardly on the ground.
“While I would have loved to hear you squeal free, I’m afraid this collar is again needed.” With that, the poke collar was again clipped on her neck, and Erika smiled. “Put your arms in the sockets like the good slave you will become.”
Misty slowly but firmly slid her arms into the sockets. The feeling was again arousing, and by now Misty was struggling to keep it in. She knew she had to hang on, as the suit would conquer her if she gave in now. A small part of her rejoiced at the fact it would not lose the use of her arms, with the baggy latex glove/sleeves fitting luxioursly over her skin. As the crawl began yet again, the suit pulled its self over her neck, the small blue orb settling neatly in place. Now all that remained was the hood. But it seemed the suit was taking a small break. Erika had already unclipped the poke collar, and she sat with glee, watching the shattered girl in front of her with malice.
“So it comes to this. The passionate, head strong Misty, reduced to dressing like a Pokémon for someone to catch, hmm? Believe me, this shall be good. I’m going to like this. You’re going to be my new favorite!”
Misty managed to pull back one last attack.
“You’re sick. So very sick. Nothing will help you now. You will die alone, surrounded by those you forced to love you, killed in a fake orgy that you your self constructed. No one will know you died. Those girls will sit there and watch you decompose, until they die of starvation, having lost their only source of thought. Your rotting body will be found, your reputation tarnished, your grave spat on. And you will always be alone.”
Erika scowled.
“And you know what? I don’t give a rat’s fuck. Because I don’t care about real passion. I don’t want it. I want the stuff I can shape and twist to MY desires! And now you’ve ruined my mood somewhat, I’m going to finish you, and turn you into the most whoreish, mindless fuck machine I can possibly invent. And then, as you said, you will die with me, slowly, fucking your self over my DEAD BODY! I WIN, BITCH! I WIN!”
And with that, Erika grabbed Misty’s hood and shoved it roughly over her head. The girl squealed as her hair was covered, but her face was left on show. Erika faced the girl and smiled insanely.
“My dear slave suit, start the process please.”
<Yes Mistress>
Misty felt the thought vibrate in her head, and she winced slightly. She knew what was about to come.
<Stop thinking>
It felt like a blow, and instantly Misties head went foggy. But she wasn’t giving up this fast. Oh no
“Fuck…you”
<shut up. Think in your head.>
Fine. Fuck…you.
<resilience is pointless. You had lost to me when first touched you. Now stop thinking.>
It became harder and harder to concentrate, but misty wasn’t giving up yet.
No….Not…gunna…let….you…win.
<Stop thinking now>
And that was it. Misty couldn’t think. She slumped to the ground.
<Listen>
Misty couldn’t do anything but listen. Her brain empty, she craved information.
<You don’t remember a thing. Not one thing.>
Obliviously Misty murmured out loud.
“Not…one….thing”
<Good. Forget it all. You don’t need it. You only need me>
“Need…you…”
<Obey me>
“Obey…you”
<Heed my whims>
“….?”
<stop fighting, and just give up. You’ll feel much better.>
Misty relaxed, and lay down gently.
<now I will tell you who you are, but something must be done first. I have broken the consciousness of your mind, now to break the subconscious. Do you feel aroused by the feeling of latex upon you?>
“…very…aroused…”
<Good. Let us begin.>
With that, the suit tightened and rubbed luxiously all over her body. Misty moaned erotically, and Erika began to feel a little horny herself. The suit constricted her everywhere, vaccumn packing her into the confide world of latex. Misty shuddered, and began to feel the primeaval feelings of heat.
Suddenly, she felt something thrust up her clit. She gasped and looked down. Erika, tired of waiting, held a small vibrator, and an evil aroused look. She pressed the button.
Misty felt like wonderful fire, her body burning as the vibrator hummed. The suit, content to simply rub her over, did not care for the trivial piece of metal down below. But it was having a profound effect on Misty, who was writhing in happy agony. All thought of resisting had been squashed, giving her mind away to her subconscious. She was aware of nothing but pleasure, and as the vibrator increased in strength, so her last ebbs of freedom washed away. She was ready to come, and she felt the shudder burn through her until-
<Do not>
The vibrator had been deftly pulled away, and Misty felt white hot fury at the fact her release had been cut off. By now, she would do anything for that release. Anything.
<I will let you come if you’re a good girl>
“I’m a good girl!”
<Not yet. Good girls obey. Do you obey?>
“Yes!”
<Do you obey anything, no matter what? Are you ready to have your past, present and future destroyed and replaced? Are you ready to lose all sense of your self>
“…yes…”
The change of tone indicated that it was over. Misty’s subconscious had died, finally. The pain of her genitalia still rang in her body, but somehow she ignored it. Her eyes had dimmed, and she stopped moving. Erika sat back, and became more aroused by the sight of the fall of someone so strong. She could hardly contain yourself. The suit pressured on.
<You’re a Pokémon, a Dragonair>
“I’m a Dragonair…”
<You don’t have legs, you have a tail. But you do have arms, because you’re a special Dragonair >
“Special… Dragonair…”
<you also speak English, like a special Dragonair would. Do not question this, you are still a Dragonair >
“Still… Dragonair …”
<Good. You were caught by Erika. Erika is your master, and always will be.>
“Erika…my master”
Erika grinned. She liked where this was going.
<Yes. You will always obey her every whim, Always.>
“…always…”
<Good. You have been a good Dragonair, now I think it’s time to reward you.>
The suit bunched up, and balled between Dragonair’s legs. Dragonair gasped as a feeling of penetration rushed over her, and her halted release came rushing back. The suit pushed harder, and Dragonair threw her hands down and squealed, pushing the thing up. She had to release! Let her release! But the suit had not yet commanded it, and the feelings built up more and more, until Dragonair lost it, screaming and moaning and shouting, wanting release. Erika nearly lost herself there and then. Nearly.
The suit continued to go further into her, and Dragonair was nearly frothing at the mouth. She had to have it! Give it to her! But still the command didn’t come, and the feelings doubled, then tripled. Dragonair could barely stand the torture. She was slowly fading into unconscious-
<Now>
And then she released. It was big, it was messy, and it was fulfilling. Erika lazily wiped a bit of cum off her face, and kneeled next to the wet and tired Misty, trying to avoid the spa of juices surrounding her.
<Now you will take instructions from Erika. Listen and obey her.>
“…yes…”
Erika smiled. This was the fun part.
“Listen to me Dragonair. You’re a very horny Dragonair, you hear me? Very horny. In fact, you get off to me even giving you one instruction. If you hear praise, you will always come. You adore me, you fantasize about me. I am everything to you. You will never question me, never disobey me, and always be there for me. You will gratify me and in return I may gratify you. This will be beyond your wildest dreams. You will come so hard if I do this for you, you will literally be unable to stop coming until my say-so. You will never run out of cum. Your libido is endless. Your have a 2 track mind. Fuck, Obey, Fuck Obey, Fuck, Obey. When I am either not needing you, am away, or simply if I say so, you will try to fuck the living brains out of anyone of these other slaves, and they will do the same to you. You must try to fuck them all. If you are too tired to do this or I simply don’t want you to, or if its time for me to sleep, you will stick two hands down your crotch and damn well masturbate through the night. You will even masturbate while you sleep, thought you don’t need much sleep. Pokémon don’t need that much sleep. These are your instructions, do you obey?”
“Yes mistress”
Mistress. That was a new one.
“Good, now one more thing. I am guessing that suit has some sort of psychic bond with its other brethren hiding in the woods. Soon, I will ask you to lead me and all the other girls to them. When we get there, you will try to detain them, with the other girls, while I place this poke collar on their leader. Once we have controlled them, you are free to do what you usually do, which will be either masturbate, serve me, or fuck everything that damn fucking moves. Do you understand?’
“Yes mistress.”
Erika smiled, and was about to let her sleep, and let the messages sink in, when a sudden fancy took her. She slipped sensuously out of her dress and panties, and sat half naked in front of the latex bound girl.
“Before you sleep, there is one more task you must do to prove yourself. I’m afraid that watching you fall has quite got me aroused, and I am getting ready to cum. But I don’t think I can do it on my own. Therefore, I need you to open the path, understand? Do that, and I will be very grateful, and you know what that means.”
Dragonair smiled dazedly and nodded. She knew what it meant. She lowered her head, stuck out her tongue, and jabbed. She smiled at the taste, as she licked manically. Erika groaned, and threw her head back. This was…intense. She tried desperately to hold herself in, because releasing meant the end, and she wanted more.
Dragonair kept poking, harder and harder, until it would seem to an outsider that she was passionately kissing Erika’s sex. Erika moaned and breathed in short bursts, and it was harder and harder to control herself, as Dragonair pushed on, ripping hard against the sides. She could see it coming, but she didn’t pull out.
Finally, Erika released, and the flow covered Dragonair’s face in juice. Ignorant, she kept her tongue prodding between the now well lubricated vulvas, and steadily more and more flowed out. But Dragonair did not give up, pushing and pushing, letting more come, until finally, the flow ebbed, and Dragonair sat back. Licking her face eagerly, she lapped up the cum off the floor, and smiled dazed at her spent master.
“Dragonair did good, yes?”
“Yes, Dragonair did…very good. You have my…gratification”
Dragonair squealed as her own juices flowed out, and she slumped to the ground, falling slowly to sleep in a puddle of her own sex. Erika smiled. Oh, how the righteous has been turned into a groveling, filthy, creature, desperate for her primal desires. Erika yawned, and lay back lazily.
“Other slaves do what you must.”
Erika went to sleep lazily as the army of females rushed to open and exposed cunt, and Erika drifted “pleasurably” to sleep.
It was late night now. Everyone had finally gone to sleep. Erika was cuddled close to two of her slaves, who had both hands up each others sex, and moaned softly, so as not to awake the sleeping Erika. On the floor, in a pile of females, a Dragonair masturbated slowly and dreamily. In her head, new instructions, alien to both her and the precious Erika, played softly on her mind, and she smiled as she came. And if you listened without your ears, you may have heard the whispering of a laugh, coming from a very satisfied suit.
Hundreds of miles away, the laugh was heard, by a Pokémon woman sitting comfortably on a rock that allowed her to watch her flock. She laughed as well. Everything was going according to plan.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
http://dl.dropbox.com/u/10560867/ninja%20cosplay%2002.png
Just a version with colours I like more and one version with dyed hair ^^
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
ninja cosplay
I must say a colour change of the outfit from red/pink into purpel would have looked better... but then again it would not be cosplay ^^
Saturday, September 18, 2010
mystery box - MediKat
And the first real post on the Blog ^^
Anther version of what could have been in the mystery box.
The idea is by Kite-san (http://kite-san.deviantart.com/)
No hypnosis on this one but at least we have latex ^^
Friday, September 3, 2010
Leafeon no hood
I must say so in the blog looks the sequence quite nice ^^
Thursday, September 2, 2010
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