I'd give anything for him... Even my life...
I sat there... In that dark room... For what seemed to be an eternity... I waited... And waited... And waited for him to come back...
Beep beep!
Those two sounds were what got me excited, I knew he was coming just for me. And then it happened. My body became translucent and what was the cave wallpaper became the cozy interior of my pokeball abode in a flash. In 5 more minutes, I was sent out to the beginning of his dungeon, his dungeon of the most wonderful feelings. Ectsacy. Bliss. Euphoria. The feelings I felt after he had first stretched me out and used me like a mere plaything. He said no words, displayed no emotion, and showed no mercy. And I loved every second of it.
He walked down the cold, spiraling steps, I padded after, thoughts of what lewd things we'd do today brimming throughout my head. As we touched each step a scream of pleasure of the other pokèmon stuck in this hell of pleasure echoed through the walls. Him and I passed countless rooms, almost all of which had pokèmon strapped to sex devices which had been artistfully custom built by him. We saw a Dragonaire penetrate her vigina with her own beaded tail while strapped to the wall, a bunch of underage Eevees grouped together in a large sex-smelling ball, and much, much more. Pools of cum from these rooms practically flooded the steps, I lapped up some, the taste making my pokèhood flare with even more heat.
Finally, at the dimly lit bottom, I could see what he had planned for me. A wondrous layout of a wooden table he'd strap me to, a Pokèball themed anal bead, a collar and chain, and a small candle waiting to be lit, all for me to savor. He lit the candle and strapped me to the table with leather strips. When he finished, I used my ribbons, and showed him all of my female bits and gave him a nice view of the inside of my tunnels, just what he liked. He smirked, "Horny as ever, eh Sylvia? Wait here, don't touch yourself." Then he left, he glanced an almost eager set of eyes at me. I of course disobeyed his command with how wet I was. I slipped a ribbon around my slippery clitorus and stuffed another up my leaking tunnel and ruminated on how handsome he was and how good he would feel inside my aching groin. I could hear his approaching footsteps in the hall... and an extra set of four legs.