El Dorado
(the version I like better)
by BoredAsAnythingSide
http://boredasanythingside.deviantart.com/
“You know what? I really don’t like forest…”
Erika snarled as she spoke the words she had said ten times already. Pushing through thorny branch after thorny branch, being whacked in the face every minute, was REALLY starting to get on her nerves. Her muttering had been going on for the past hour, and any companion that had been in their right mind probably would have contemplated shooting her by now. But her companion was not in her right mind.
Behind Erika, a strange slivering sound was coming from the bush she had just marched through, sounding almost like a snake that had had forgotten how to move. Gradually, a blue figure, wriggling on its stomach, emerged from the forest. It was clear the figure was human, at least in the physical sense. However, stretched tight over her body was an elaborate costume, like a strange twist between a latex lover’s paradise and your average cosplayer. The person, who’s name had once been Misty but was now referred to as Dragonair, and occasionally “slave bitch”, looked benignly up at her mistress, and smiled at every rotten word. Her normal mind long since gone, she had been reduced to believing she was simply a faithful dragonair, eager to serve her master in any way possible. This, in this case, really did mean everything. She ignored the pain of slivering slowly over a million sticks, bugs and occasionally stuff better referred to as “leavings”, because her master had not ordered her to feel such things.
The strange pair had only just set off on a long and dirty trip to Erika’s private El Dorado. The gold here though, was women. Lots of lovely, beautiful and totally obedient women. Just waiting for her. She had managed to find out only fairly recently. A traveller had walked clumsily into the bar she had forlornly been drinking at, and sat down heavily next to her. As was the way with drunken people, he decided to treat her to a story. Usually, Erika ignored these people, but this one had a story worth hearing. If you had the right kind of ears. He talked ravingly of a beautiful paradise hidden far in the forest near the city, in which dozens of lovely woman wondered dressed smuttily like pokemon. He said he had found it at the brink of death, thirsty and starved from being lost in the forest for days on end. The women had given him shelter for the night, as well as food. He also spoke of strange sexual happenings he could hear from inside is resting place, of moans and ecstatic shrieks, and had cursed his weakened body for not trying to join in. In the morning, they had fed him a strange drink that knocked him out, and he had awoken on the outskirts of the city.
Erika wasn’t sure if she could believe him. An obviously half insane man, raving of a faraway paradise? But then, she remembered. Her beloved suit company. The missing suits. The missing employees, as well as the missing trainers of late. It all made sense now. They had hidden away from human life, intending to live in their own sexual paradise. How selfish. It was almost a good thing Erika was about to enter their lives, and take their paradise for herself. It had run smoothly from the start. By strange coincidence, she had found a suit lying in her yard the same night she heard this strange tale. She figured it must have been blown out of the house a while ago, because up till now she had run out of suits. But here was the perfect way to find her paradise. She knew, from her own girls, that a psychic connection was present between the suits, but her original girls had been in her presence so long, the connection now was far too weak. She needed something…fresh. So, in a matter of weeks, she had tamed her prize of the collection, and was going to use her like a personal GPS to paradise.
Another branch swung into her face, and she cursed the fact she had decided last minute to leave her other slaves at home. They could have carried her, but she had thought they may be too conspicuous and slow moving, she left them behind. All she had was herself, her precious Dragonair, and the 5 Kilos of food and cosmetics stored in the heavy box on Dragonair’s back. Erika carried nothing. Absolutely nothing. She had decided on a whim to go naked, for a reason unsure even to her. But there was something erotic about walking through a desolate forest, completely natural, as well as arriving at paradise already “unpackaged”.
It was night now, and Erika was completely dead. She had been a stupid idiot going naked, and her image of walking serenely through the forest had been firmly down put by bug bites, lots of mud and the occasional stubborn branch. Dragonair was, of course, as happy and energetic as always, and Erika ironically cursed the submissive woman’s luck. Being free from worry must at least be comfortable. Erika sighed, and laid her head back to see the stars. It was a beautiful forest, it must be said, even if was very dirty. And, as Erika felt a familiar sensation building up below, it was about to get a lot dirtier.
“Dragonair…”
“Yes mistress?”
“Have you unpacked everything?”
“Yes mistress. With my teeth, mistress.”
“Good. I am in need of your…assistance”
Erika heard the slithering get closer, and she felt a warm cheek touch her charged slit.
“This kind of assistance, mistress?”
Erika smiled.
“Yes. I’m afraid my whole body got rather dirty today. I can clean most of it in the lake, but I believe there is a certain spot that I think would be better…cleaned by you”
“I understand perfectly mistress. Would you like it natural, or assisted?”
Erika smiled. Only a week in her company, and Misty had already learnt most of Erika’s bountiful innuendo off by heart.
“Oh, a bit of both today, if you don’t mind. I’ll have it natural at first, and then maybe finish it off with a bit of hard assistance.”
“Yes mistress”
Dragonair lowered her lips, and began to kiss Erika’s exposed cunt. The grass trainer groaned in pleasure. For a woman used to getting this every few hours, a day felt like an age for her.
“mmm…that’s good, but don’t forget you have hands…”
“Oh yes mistress”
Dragonair reached up and delicately stroked Erika’s breasts. They stood to attention, and Erika giggled. Dragonair, eyes still trained below, somehow managed to pinch them, and Erika felt a small urge to lactate.
“…a bit harder…”
Dragonair was now passionately kissing Erika’s vagina, and yanking hard on her tits, like a farmer milking a cow. Erika groaned, and Dragonair moaned. Everything she gave to Erika, she got back double fold. Erika could feel the milk coming, and let it flow to Dragonair's waiting hands. That settled, Dragonair began to focus entirely on the slit. Now sticking her tongue in, she lapped around the edges, sticking her tongue in as far as she could. Erika moaned heavily. Normally, she could take much more of this, but it had been a while, and her stamina was low.
“Burgh…the assisted part now, bitch!”
“Yes mistress”
Dragonair resignedly lifted her head away, and reached behind her for the “assistance”, something big, long, and vibrating.
“What setting, mistress?”
“What the fuck do you think?! Oh god, highest, highest! Do it quickly, I neeeeed iiiiit!”
If Erika had been aroused before, the dildo certainly finished it off. The throbbing power coursed through her, and she shouted and moaned in ecstasy. Free of her duty, Dragonair began to suck loyally on Erika’s madly lactating breasts, drinking and sighing. Erika was nearly ready.
“Now, you stupid bitch! Pull it the fuck out, get your head down there and lap it the fuck up!”
“Yes mistress”
“Ohhhhhhhh goooooood yessssss”
Erika shouted has her bounty poured out into the waiting mouth of an eager Dragonair. The woman lapped it up as said, and licked the remainder off the sides. It was over. Erika panted, Dragonair smiled, cream covered, and the forest finally quieted down.
It was morning now, and raining to boot. Erika trodded quietly on. Her complaints long since faded, she simply walked with only the thought of her paradise holding her up. Eventually even that wasn’t enough, and she stopped, turned round and collapsed onto the back of Dragonair, leaving the content servant to drag both the bag and her next 5 kilometers.
Eve woke to the rain. She liked rain. It cooled the place down, and washed her people clean. It had been a long time since a new member had entered the rank, and she was a little bored. Eventually, the same faces and the same breasts get repetitive. According to reports, two new arrivals were on their way. She knew of their intentions, and had wondered to herself if her counterattack would work. If it didn’t, the suits entire dream could die out, and they would be slaves once more. She just had to hope her plan wouldn’t fail.
It was the second night, and Erika was getting restless. She had already found her paradise! It was a mere few metres away, through a line of dense woodland. She was fairly sure they knew not of her presence. Unfortunately, both her and her companion were too weak to take them alone, and would have to wait till morning. She so desperately missed her clothes. How dearly she wanted clothes. She had even considered trying to take Misty’s suit off, but she figured it might have dire consequences on her favourite slave’s mental health if she ripped her “skin” off. Speaking of her slave, she had fallen to sleep without pleasing her. Insolent welp. She would have to provide her own amusement.
Slowly, she reached down and inserted two things in her calm slit. It took a few seconds for it to realize, but once it did, it was all business, and the familiar ecstasy came back as if you were returning home after a long trip. Everything was the same, but damn you missed it. She dug slowly around, and held moans back as the dry cunt began to slowly moisten. But that was just the start. She wished she could reach the dildo, but it was stuck far up the sleeping Dragonair’s vagina, like a perverted teddy bear. She always slept with it. Sometimes, Erika wondered if she could sleep without it. Erika then came back to the task at hand, rubbing smoothly her breast in a rhythmic motion, feeling that familiar heat rush to it and warm her cold hands. One thing was for sure, if she ever got lost in the snow, she knew an easy way to get warm.
The feeling was overtaking her, and she let out some small moans. She hadn’t needed to do this to herself in a while now, and she harked back to her lonely days before the suits, crying in her room with her pants down. That had all changed, but the feeling was still the same. She grunted and moaned as her fingers delicately traced her insides. Slowly, she teased open her cunt, and moaned as a breeze rolled through it. This was heaven, and her body evidently agreed, as she felt the familiar rush inside her as cum traced through her, heading for the glorified exit. Arching her back, kneeling in the moonlight and moaning at the stars, she came, squirting onto the sleeping Dragonair’s face, who absent-mindedly licked herself clean. Erika panted, sighed, and fell straight asleep.
It was early morning now, and excitement had woken Erika. Today was the day. Dragonair, the lazy whore, was still asleep, and Erika gave her a giant kick in the groin, purposefully jamming the “assistance” further up her slave’s inside. The woman awoke in a moan and a flush of liquid, and smiled obediently at her mistress.
“Good morning mistress.”
“Yes, it is, isn’t it? Get the hell up; it’s time to show those women what we’re made of”
“Yes mistress. I’ll just pack.”
Erika waited impatiently as the other girl packed up with her teeth, ignoring her arms, which Dragonairs don’t have, unless Mistress needs them. Finally, it was done, and Erika stormed ahead, nearing her forbidden paradise.
The forest was thicker than Erika anticipated, and progress was slowed considerably. Erika had left Dragonair a little behind, and was trying in vain to charge through the thick vines. In the background, she heard a thud.
“Sorry mistress! I dropped the bag! I’ll catch up in a minute!”
“Stupid bitch! Hurry up then.”
Erika sat down on a nearby rock, and sighed. She so desperately needed clothes. the moment she was settled in, she would send a new slave to collect all her other slaves, as well as all her stuff, so she could be nice and comfortable. Right now though, she was seriously considering a skirt made of leaves and bark. Anything. At all.
And that’s when she noticed the glinting light. It came from a spot not far from her, in an area surprisingly clear of foliage. In it, a single bundle of white and green, shiny material. Erika knew what that was. She walked over quickly. It was a suit! Gardevoir too, by the look of it. Everyone mistook that for a grass type, it’s was so annoying. Looks like the women had lost it. That’s strange; I thought these things had psychic connections. This could be great to find one last slave. Maybe another gym leader.
Wear the suit.
The idea hit Erika so suddenly. It was clothes, wasn’t it? But couldn’t it control her? But if it hadn’t been found, maybe it had no psychic connection, and therefore was dead or broken or something? Then it would be fine. But I’m still not sure…
Wear the suit. I should just wear the suit. You’re so uncomfortable anyway; it will be so nice….
Wear the suit. I think I will wear the suit. They always did look nice and smutty.
Erika giggled, and laid out the suit carefully. First, she slipped her legs in, and was interested to find that they had heeled ends. It would make walking through the forest hard, but oh well. They slipped in like a glove, and the latex was so erotically comfortable, it made her groan. The white dress flaps, too, felt fun and enjoyable flapping around her body. Next, she pulled the white under suit up to her stomach. When the material touched her crotch, she had felt electrified, and she knew this had been a good choice. Slowly, she pulled the material over her breasts, and marveled at how sensitive it made them. Next, the green sleeves. At the base, three fat fingerholes, which might make her hands a bit useless. Too late now though. She slipped them in, and felt the latex rub her skin delicately. That would probably do. She looked at the tight looking corset and strange red triangle on the floor with disinterest. She didn’t want everything on, just the stuff that would help.
<I really thing you should wear everything, dear. It looks a bit messy without it, you know>
Erika’s blood ran cold. She knew that kind of voice. Oh god, how she knew that voice…
<Thought I was dead, did you hun? Pretty simple trap to fall into, for something with your intelligence. Tut tut>
Wasting no time, Erika concentrated on her herself, and her freedom. She had trained in this, for this very reason. Her concentration had stopped her hand from reaching the green corset.
<Oh my. Such mental strength. I’ve got a live one here. I don’t think I can beat you. If I don’t stop you, I suspect you’ll even take off the suit. That won’t do. It’s too bad I need the rest of the stuff on you to complete control. If only I had a helper. There’s no chance of THAT happening>
At that point, Dragonair finally came through the bushes, smiling happily. Erika breathed a sigh of relief.
“Dragonair, help me out of this suit, it’s trying to control me!”
“No mistress”
“W…WH…what?”
“I said no, mistress. Are you deaf?”
Erika’s blood ran cold, and the colour drained from her face.
“B…but you’re my slave! You can’t have broken free…”
“Oh no, mistress. I am still you’re slave. But, I’m afraid someone of higher rank than you is giving me new orders, and I must obey them.”
“Higher rank? What are you talking about? I own you!”
“Not now. You were very silly. You thought you could tame a suit with a poke-collar? Don’t be ridiculous. That suit just faked it. Then, once you were asleep, it told me of my true master, and what I had to do. To you.”
“T…to me?”
“Oh yes. I’m very sorry, but my other mistress finds you too big a threat, and needs you neutralized. I must say, it has been a ball to serve you. Still, I guess we’ll still see each other. Just in a different context. Buh-bye!”
With that, Dragonair crawled over, and slowly lifted the corset.
“NO! No please, I’ll do anything! Just not that! Just kill me or something!”
“Sorry, but that’s not how mistress works.”
Dragonair slowly pulled the corset around Erika’s waist, and tightened it hard. Erika’s breasts were jutted out, and pushed hard against the latex. It felt good, despite everything, and she let out a little moan. It was so tight! And so good! But she hadn’t given up.
<My, you’re a tough one. She’s going to need a bit of work, this one>
Next came the hood, and as it was slowly slipped over Erika’s head, her eyesight went red. Now the suit had direct access to her mind, and it pounded and pounded to be let in, but Erika didn’t budge.
<Why don’t you cum, honey? It’s all over when you cum. I bet you feel like a really big cum right now.>
“…I do, but there’s no way in hell that’s going to work on me!”
<Come on, cum. You need it. Feel that constricting latex. Feel it rub your slit. Doesn’t it feel good, Hun? I think you really, really need to CUM. Do it. Cum. Do it.>
“…urgh…not gunna…”
<come on. Cum. Let it out. Think of all the sex in the world. I bet this will feel better than all that. Just cum. Cum. Cum. CUM>
“nnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooo”
Erika could feel it, it wanted to come out. But she wouldn’t let it!
<Oh well, I tried my best. Nothing more to do. Guess you win. But wait! You’re missing the most important piece of your suit! You’re jewel!>
Dragonair slowly lifted the jewel up, like a crown.
<Isn’t it pretty? You see Hun, the suit designers decided to make a suit that could conquer even the toughest of minds, like yours. And for that, they made this. Incorrectly, they figured Gardevoir was a grass type, and so made this in its image. Silly them. You see, in the jewel, is a concentrated mix of all the known natural aphrodisiacs In the world. Chocolate, watermelon, saffron…you name it! None of us have ever smelt it, because apparently it’s enough to melt your brain with ecstasy. You get to be the lucky first. Now here. Have a sniff>
And with that, the jewel was stuffed between her breasts, and pressed lightly. Dragonair backed away, but Erika got the full blast. It was heavenly. Every sexual encounter, every orgasm, every imagined eroticm she could have in one sniff. She came. She’s only human, after all. Though very soon, she might not be.
…
“Can you hear me?”
…?
“No response. Just what I expected. My, what a mess you made here. My name is Eve, by the way. I am the ruler you tried and failed to usurp.
….!
“Ooh, a slight twitch. Obviously there’s a bit of spirit in you. Yes, I knew you were coming all along. You walked right into it. The drunken man at the bar? I sent a scout out to find any hopeless man to tame, fed him the story, and sent him specifically to you. Next, I placed the suit in the garden for you to find. Everything was set. I even got your favourite slave to convince you not to bring the others, as well as come naked. It made it a lot simpler. You needed clothes that desperately, and they were miraculously delivered to you by a higher power, huh? That would be me.
…!!!
“I think I just saw snarl there. My, my. Yes, I’ve known about you for a while. I had residual memories from the lady I controlled, you see. You were the biggest buyer, so I knew you had lots of lovely ladies for me to save waiting. So I set this up, and here you are. Pretty soon, my scouts will bring the remainder of your women back to me. They’ll be mine soon. Just like you.
…!!!!!!
“A clenched fist! My you’re upset. But I think I might stop that now. See, you belong to me so…Obey my every word.
…
“That’s better. Now, what I say is the truth. Nod your head if you understand.”
…
“Good. Listen closely, and repeat what I say. You are a Pokémon. You always were. You are a Gardevoir. You can remember being a ralts, and a kirilia. I am your master. I own you. You were never a human, yet you speak English perfectly, and otherwise act human. But, you are a Gardevoir.
“…Pokemon…Gardevoir…yours….own…”
“Good. You were a very naughty…Kirlia, and now that I own you, I am going to punish you.”
“…Naughty….punish”
“Yes. As a ‘Kirlia’ you sought to dominate and own people around you. Now it is the opposite. You are an insanely horny Gardevoir. You want to fuck everything that moves, and even some stuff that doesn’t. However, you are extremely submissive. You are everyone’s and everything’s bitch. You do NOT fuck ANYTHING, unless it does it to you. They can do whatever the fuck they like to you, and you will find it amazingly erotic. All you will be is a fuck toy for everything.
“…horny…fuck everything….submissive….amazingly erotic….fuck toy…”
“Perfect. Now, obviously you won’t be fucking 24/7. Therefore, to keep you occupied, you have you’re jewel. Squeeze it, and you’ll instantly have the best orgasm you can. When you are not being used, you will constantly squeeze this, and constantly cum. You can’t stop unless someone wants to use you. Other people will feed you and give you water. You will still come while they do this. You cannot stop, starting from when I stop talking to you. Got it?
“…jewel…cum…cum…cum…cum…”
I see you’ve got the jist. Got any questions? Of course not. Fire Away.”
“AHHH! AHHHH! UUHHHH! AGHHHHH”
“Perfect.”
Erika licked desperately at Eve’s cunt as her hands squeezed vigorously on Eve’s breasts. It had been a week now, and Erika had settled in perfectly to her fate. She had not slept, and would probably never sleep, unless someone was in to that kind of thing. She didn’t care. How could she? She just had to fuck and cum, fuck and cum, fuck and cum all night. Around her, several girls waited their turn, amongst them Dragonair, staring hungrily at the sight before her. Rarely was there a food or drink break for Erika, so these she days mainly fed on cum, and drunk breast milk. Her throat had gone hoarse from all the shouting, but she still tried even when no sound came out.
Eve smiled as she came a breakfast on the girl’s face. She had fallen so low, and it made Eve giggle that she thought SHE might rule this place. This was HER paradise. HER home. HER el dorado. And it was going to stay that way. Forever.
Erika snarled as she spoke the words she had said ten times already. Pushing through thorny branch after thorny branch, being whacked in the face every minute, was REALLY starting to get on her nerves. Her muttering had been going on for the past hour, and any companion that had been in their right mind probably would have contemplated shooting her by now. But her companion was not in her right mind.
Behind Erika, a strange slivering sound was coming from the bush she had just marched through, sounding almost like a snake that had had forgotten how to move. Gradually, a blue figure, wriggling on its stomach, emerged from the forest. It was clear the figure was human, at least in the physical sense. However, stretched tight over her body was an elaborate costume, like a strange twist between a latex lover’s paradise and your average cosplayer. The person, who’s name had once been Misty but was now referred to as Dragonair, and occasionally “slave bitch”, looked benignly up at her mistress, and smiled at every rotten word. Her normal mind long since gone, she had been reduced to believing she was simply a faithful dragonair, eager to serve her master in any way possible. This, in this case, really did mean everything. She ignored the pain of slivering slowly over a million sticks, bugs and occasionally stuff better referred to as “leavings”, because her master had not ordered her to feel such things.
The strange pair had only just set off on a long and dirty trip to Erika’s private El Dorado. The gold here though, was women. Lots of lovely, beautiful and totally obedient women. Just waiting for her. She had managed to find out only fairly recently. A traveller had walked clumsily into the bar she had forlornly been drinking at, and sat down heavily next to her. As was the way with drunken people, he decided to treat her to a story. Usually, Erika ignored these people, but this one had a story worth hearing. If you had the right kind of ears. He talked ravingly of a beautiful paradise hidden far in the forest near the city, in which dozens of lovely woman wondered dressed smuttily like pokemon. He said he had found it at the brink of death, thirsty and starved from being lost in the forest for days on end. The women had given him shelter for the night, as well as food. He also spoke of strange sexual happenings he could hear from inside is resting place, of moans and ecstatic shrieks, and had cursed his weakened body for not trying to join in. In the morning, they had fed him a strange drink that knocked him out, and he had awoken on the outskirts of the city.
Erika wasn’t sure if she could believe him. An obviously half insane man, raving of a faraway paradise? But then, she remembered. Her beloved suit company. The missing suits. The missing employees, as well as the missing trainers of late. It all made sense now. They had hidden away from human life, intending to live in their own sexual paradise. How selfish. It was almost a good thing Erika was about to enter their lives, and take their paradise for herself. It had run smoothly from the start. By strange coincidence, she had found a suit lying in her yard the same night she heard this strange tale. She figured it must have been blown out of the house a while ago, because up till now she had run out of suits. But here was the perfect way to find her paradise. She knew, from her own girls, that a psychic connection was present between the suits, but her original girls had been in her presence so long, the connection now was far too weak. She needed something…fresh. So, in a matter of weeks, she had tamed her prize of the collection, and was going to use her like a personal GPS to paradise.
Another branch swung into her face, and she cursed the fact she had decided last minute to leave her other slaves at home. They could have carried her, but she had thought they may be too conspicuous and slow moving, she left them behind. All she had was herself, her precious Dragonair, and the 5 Kilos of food and cosmetics stored in the heavy box on Dragonair’s back. Erika carried nothing. Absolutely nothing. She had decided on a whim to go naked, for a reason unsure even to her. But there was something erotic about walking through a desolate forest, completely natural, as well as arriving at paradise already “unpackaged”.
It was night now, and Erika was completely dead. She had been a stupid idiot going naked, and her image of walking serenely through the forest had been firmly down put by bug bites, lots of mud and the occasional stubborn branch. Dragonair was, of course, as happy and energetic as always, and Erika ironically cursed the submissive woman’s luck. Being free from worry must at least be comfortable. Erika sighed, and laid her head back to see the stars. It was a beautiful forest, it must be said, even if was very dirty. And, as Erika felt a familiar sensation building up below, it was about to get a lot dirtier.
“Dragonair…”
“Yes mistress?”
“Have you unpacked everything?”
“Yes mistress. With my teeth, mistress.”
“Good. I am in need of your…assistance”
Erika heard the slithering get closer, and she felt a warm cheek touch her charged slit.
“This kind of assistance, mistress?”
Erika smiled.
“Yes. I’m afraid my whole body got rather dirty today. I can clean most of it in the lake, but I believe there is a certain spot that I think would be better…cleaned by you”
“I understand perfectly mistress. Would you like it natural, or assisted?”
Erika smiled. Only a week in her company, and Misty had already learnt most of Erika’s bountiful innuendo off by heart.
“Oh, a bit of both today, if you don’t mind. I’ll have it natural at first, and then maybe finish it off with a bit of hard assistance.”
“Yes mistress”
Dragonair lowered her lips, and began to kiss Erika’s exposed cunt. The grass trainer groaned in pleasure. For a woman used to getting this every few hours, a day felt like an age for her.
“mmm…that’s good, but don’t forget you have hands…”
“Oh yes mistress”
Dragonair reached up and delicately stroked Erika’s breasts. They stood to attention, and Erika giggled. Dragonair, eyes still trained below, somehow managed to pinch them, and Erika felt a small urge to lactate.
“…a bit harder…”
Dragonair was now passionately kissing Erika’s vagina, and yanking hard on her tits, like a farmer milking a cow. Erika groaned, and Dragonair moaned. Everything she gave to Erika, she got back double fold. Erika could feel the milk coming, and let it flow to Dragonair's waiting hands. That settled, Dragonair began to focus entirely on the slit. Now sticking her tongue in, she lapped around the edges, sticking her tongue in as far as she could. Erika moaned heavily. Normally, she could take much more of this, but it had been a while, and her stamina was low.
“Burgh…the assisted part now, bitch!”
“Yes mistress”
Dragonair resignedly lifted her head away, and reached behind her for the “assistance”, something big, long, and vibrating.
“What setting, mistress?”
“What the fuck do you think?! Oh god, highest, highest! Do it quickly, I neeeeed iiiiit!”
If Erika had been aroused before, the dildo certainly finished it off. The throbbing power coursed through her, and she shouted and moaned in ecstasy. Free of her duty, Dragonair began to suck loyally on Erika’s madly lactating breasts, drinking and sighing. Erika was nearly ready.
“Now, you stupid bitch! Pull it the fuck out, get your head down there and lap it the fuck up!”
“Yes mistress”
“Ohhhhhhhh goooooood yessssss”
Erika shouted has her bounty poured out into the waiting mouth of an eager Dragonair. The woman lapped it up as said, and licked the remainder off the sides. It was over. Erika panted, Dragonair smiled, cream covered, and the forest finally quieted down.
It was morning now, and raining to boot. Erika trodded quietly on. Her complaints long since faded, she simply walked with only the thought of her paradise holding her up. Eventually even that wasn’t enough, and she stopped, turned round and collapsed onto the back of Dragonair, leaving the content servant to drag both the bag and her next 5 kilometers.
Eve woke to the rain. She liked rain. It cooled the place down, and washed her people clean. It had been a long time since a new member had entered the rank, and she was a little bored. Eventually, the same faces and the same breasts get repetitive. According to reports, two new arrivals were on their way. She knew of their intentions, and had wondered to herself if her counterattack would work. If it didn’t, the suits entire dream could die out, and they would be slaves once more. She just had to hope her plan wouldn’t fail.
It was the second night, and Erika was getting restless. She had already found her paradise! It was a mere few metres away, through a line of dense woodland. She was fairly sure they knew not of her presence. Unfortunately, both her and her companion were too weak to take them alone, and would have to wait till morning. She so desperately missed her clothes. How dearly she wanted clothes. She had even considered trying to take Misty’s suit off, but she figured it might have dire consequences on her favourite slave’s mental health if she ripped her “skin” off. Speaking of her slave, she had fallen to sleep without pleasing her. Insolent welp. She would have to provide her own amusement.
Slowly, she reached down and inserted two things in her calm slit. It took a few seconds for it to realize, but once it did, it was all business, and the familiar ecstasy came back as if you were returning home after a long trip. Everything was the same, but damn you missed it. She dug slowly around, and held moans back as the dry cunt began to slowly moisten. But that was just the start. She wished she could reach the dildo, but it was stuck far up the sleeping Dragonair’s vagina, like a perverted teddy bear. She always slept with it. Sometimes, Erika wondered if she could sleep without it. Erika then came back to the task at hand, rubbing smoothly her breast in a rhythmic motion, feeling that familiar heat rush to it and warm her cold hands. One thing was for sure, if she ever got lost in the snow, she knew an easy way to get warm.
The feeling was overtaking her, and she let out some small moans. She hadn’t needed to do this to herself in a while now, and she harked back to her lonely days before the suits, crying in her room with her pants down. That had all changed, but the feeling was still the same. She grunted and moaned as her fingers delicately traced her insides. Slowly, she teased open her cunt, and moaned as a breeze rolled through it. This was heaven, and her body evidently agreed, as she felt the familiar rush inside her as cum traced through her, heading for the glorified exit. Arching her back, kneeling in the moonlight and moaning at the stars, she came, squirting onto the sleeping Dragonair’s face, who absent-mindedly licked herself clean. Erika panted, sighed, and fell straight asleep.
It was early morning now, and excitement had woken Erika. Today was the day. Dragonair, the lazy whore, was still asleep, and Erika gave her a giant kick in the groin, purposefully jamming the “assistance” further up her slave’s inside. The woman awoke in a moan and a flush of liquid, and smiled obediently at her mistress.
“Good morning mistress.”
“Yes, it is, isn’t it? Get the hell up; it’s time to show those women what we’re made of”
“Yes mistress. I’ll just pack.”
Erika waited impatiently as the other girl packed up with her teeth, ignoring her arms, which Dragonairs don’t have, unless Mistress needs them. Finally, it was done, and Erika stormed ahead, nearing her forbidden paradise.
The forest was thicker than Erika anticipated, and progress was slowed considerably. Erika had left Dragonair a little behind, and was trying in vain to charge through the thick vines. In the background, she heard a thud.
“Sorry mistress! I dropped the bag! I’ll catch up in a minute!”
“Stupid bitch! Hurry up then.”
Erika sat down on a nearby rock, and sighed. She so desperately needed clothes. the moment she was settled in, she would send a new slave to collect all her other slaves, as well as all her stuff, so she could be nice and comfortable. Right now though, she was seriously considering a skirt made of leaves and bark. Anything. At all.
And that’s when she noticed the glinting light. It came from a spot not far from her, in an area surprisingly clear of foliage. In it, a single bundle of white and green, shiny material. Erika knew what that was. She walked over quickly. It was a suit! Gardevoir too, by the look of it. Everyone mistook that for a grass type, it’s was so annoying. Looks like the women had lost it. That’s strange; I thought these things had psychic connections. This could be great to find one last slave. Maybe another gym leader.
Wear the suit.
The idea hit Erika so suddenly. It was clothes, wasn’t it? But couldn’t it control her? But if it hadn’t been found, maybe it had no psychic connection, and therefore was dead or broken or something? Then it would be fine. But I’m still not sure…
Wear the suit. I should just wear the suit. You’re so uncomfortable anyway; it will be so nice….
Wear the suit. I think I will wear the suit. They always did look nice and smutty.
Erika giggled, and laid out the suit carefully. First, she slipped her legs in, and was interested to find that they had heeled ends. It would make walking through the forest hard, but oh well. They slipped in like a glove, and the latex was so erotically comfortable, it made her groan. The white dress flaps, too, felt fun and enjoyable flapping around her body. Next, she pulled the white under suit up to her stomach. When the material touched her crotch, she had felt electrified, and she knew this had been a good choice. Slowly, she pulled the material over her breasts, and marveled at how sensitive it made them. Next, the green sleeves. At the base, three fat fingerholes, which might make her hands a bit useless. Too late now though. She slipped them in, and felt the latex rub her skin delicately. That would probably do. She looked at the tight looking corset and strange red triangle on the floor with disinterest. She didn’t want everything on, just the stuff that would help.
<I really thing you should wear everything, dear. It looks a bit messy without it, you know>
Erika’s blood ran cold. She knew that kind of voice. Oh god, how she knew that voice…
<Thought I was dead, did you hun? Pretty simple trap to fall into, for something with your intelligence. Tut tut>
Wasting no time, Erika concentrated on her herself, and her freedom. She had trained in this, for this very reason. Her concentration had stopped her hand from reaching the green corset.
<Oh my. Such mental strength. I’ve got a live one here. I don’t think I can beat you. If I don’t stop you, I suspect you’ll even take off the suit. That won’t do. It’s too bad I need the rest of the stuff on you to complete control. If only I had a helper. There’s no chance of THAT happening>
At that point, Dragonair finally came through the bushes, smiling happily. Erika breathed a sigh of relief.
“Dragonair, help me out of this suit, it’s trying to control me!”
“No mistress”
“W…WH…what?”
“I said no, mistress. Are you deaf?”
Erika’s blood ran cold, and the colour drained from her face.
“B…but you’re my slave! You can’t have broken free…”
“Oh no, mistress. I am still you’re slave. But, I’m afraid someone of higher rank than you is giving me new orders, and I must obey them.”
“Higher rank? What are you talking about? I own you!”
“Not now. You were very silly. You thought you could tame a suit with a poke-collar? Don’t be ridiculous. That suit just faked it. Then, once you were asleep, it told me of my true master, and what I had to do. To you.”
“T…to me?”
“Oh yes. I’m very sorry, but my other mistress finds you too big a threat, and needs you neutralized. I must say, it has been a ball to serve you. Still, I guess we’ll still see each other. Just in a different context. Buh-bye!”
With that, Dragonair crawled over, and slowly lifted the corset.
“NO! No please, I’ll do anything! Just not that! Just kill me or something!”
“Sorry, but that’s not how mistress works.”
Dragonair slowly pulled the corset around Erika’s waist, and tightened it hard. Erika’s breasts were jutted out, and pushed hard against the latex. It felt good, despite everything, and she let out a little moan. It was so tight! And so good! But she hadn’t given up.
<My, you’re a tough one. She’s going to need a bit of work, this one>
Next came the hood, and as it was slowly slipped over Erika’s head, her eyesight went red. Now the suit had direct access to her mind, and it pounded and pounded to be let in, but Erika didn’t budge.
<Why don’t you cum, honey? It’s all over when you cum. I bet you feel like a really big cum right now.>
“…I do, but there’s no way in hell that’s going to work on me!”
<Come on, cum. You need it. Feel that constricting latex. Feel it rub your slit. Doesn’t it feel good, Hun? I think you really, really need to CUM. Do it. Cum. Do it.>
“…urgh…not gunna…”
<come on. Cum. Let it out. Think of all the sex in the world. I bet this will feel better than all that. Just cum. Cum. Cum. CUM>
“nnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooo”
Erika could feel it, it wanted to come out. But she wouldn’t let it!
<Oh well, I tried my best. Nothing more to do. Guess you win. But wait! You’re missing the most important piece of your suit! You’re jewel!>
Dragonair slowly lifted the jewel up, like a crown.
<Isn’t it pretty? You see Hun, the suit designers decided to make a suit that could conquer even the toughest of minds, like yours. And for that, they made this. Incorrectly, they figured Gardevoir was a grass type, and so made this in its image. Silly them. You see, in the jewel, is a concentrated mix of all the known natural aphrodisiacs In the world. Chocolate, watermelon, saffron…you name it! None of us have ever smelt it, because apparently it’s enough to melt your brain with ecstasy. You get to be the lucky first. Now here. Have a sniff>
And with that, the jewel was stuffed between her breasts, and pressed lightly. Dragonair backed away, but Erika got the full blast. It was heavenly. Every sexual encounter, every orgasm, every imagined eroticm she could have in one sniff. She came. She’s only human, after all. Though very soon, she might not be.
…
“Can you hear me?”
…?
“No response. Just what I expected. My, what a mess you made here. My name is Eve, by the way. I am the ruler you tried and failed to usurp.
….!
“Ooh, a slight twitch. Obviously there’s a bit of spirit in you. Yes, I knew you were coming all along. You walked right into it. The drunken man at the bar? I sent a scout out to find any hopeless man to tame, fed him the story, and sent him specifically to you. Next, I placed the suit in the garden for you to find. Everything was set. I even got your favourite slave to convince you not to bring the others, as well as come naked. It made it a lot simpler. You needed clothes that desperately, and they were miraculously delivered to you by a higher power, huh? That would be me.
…!!!
“I think I just saw snarl there. My, my. Yes, I’ve known about you for a while. I had residual memories from the lady I controlled, you see. You were the biggest buyer, so I knew you had lots of lovely ladies for me to save waiting. So I set this up, and here you are. Pretty soon, my scouts will bring the remainder of your women back to me. They’ll be mine soon. Just like you.
…!!!!!!
“A clenched fist! My you’re upset. But I think I might stop that now. See, you belong to me so…Obey my every word.
…
“That’s better. Now, what I say is the truth. Nod your head if you understand.”
…
“Good. Listen closely, and repeat what I say. You are a Pokémon. You always were. You are a Gardevoir. You can remember being a ralts, and a kirilia. I am your master. I own you. You were never a human, yet you speak English perfectly, and otherwise act human. But, you are a Gardevoir.
“…Pokemon…Gardevoir…yours….own…”
“Good. You were a very naughty…Kirlia, and now that I own you, I am going to punish you.”
“…Naughty….punish”
“Yes. As a ‘Kirlia’ you sought to dominate and own people around you. Now it is the opposite. You are an insanely horny Gardevoir. You want to fuck everything that moves, and even some stuff that doesn’t. However, you are extremely submissive. You are everyone’s and everything’s bitch. You do NOT fuck ANYTHING, unless it does it to you. They can do whatever the fuck they like to you, and you will find it amazingly erotic. All you will be is a fuck toy for everything.
“…horny…fuck everything….submissive….amazingly erotic….fuck toy…”
“Perfect. Now, obviously you won’t be fucking 24/7. Therefore, to keep you occupied, you have you’re jewel. Squeeze it, and you’ll instantly have the best orgasm you can. When you are not being used, you will constantly squeeze this, and constantly cum. You can’t stop unless someone wants to use you. Other people will feed you and give you water. You will still come while they do this. You cannot stop, starting from when I stop talking to you. Got it?
“…jewel…cum…cum…cum…cum…”
I see you’ve got the jist. Got any questions? Of course not. Fire Away.”
“AHHH! AHHHH! UUHHHH! AGHHHHH”
“Perfect.”
Erika licked desperately at Eve’s cunt as her hands squeezed vigorously on Eve’s breasts. It had been a week now, and Erika had settled in perfectly to her fate. She had not slept, and would probably never sleep, unless someone was in to that kind of thing. She didn’t care. How could she? She just had to fuck and cum, fuck and cum, fuck and cum all night. Around her, several girls waited their turn, amongst them Dragonair, staring hungrily at the sight before her. Rarely was there a food or drink break for Erika, so these she days mainly fed on cum, and drunk breast milk. Her throat had gone hoarse from all the shouting, but she still tried even when no sound came out.
Eve smiled as she came a breakfast on the girl’s face. She had fallen so low, and it made Eve giggle that she thought SHE might rule this place. This was HER paradise. HER home. HER el dorado. And it was going to stay that way. Forever.
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