It was yet another morning in the tropics of Alola. However, times were different, for the usual sunny skies of the Region were now bleak, an ominous grey sky over head as lightning bolts were seen from the shoreline a few miles away. Storm season was steadily approaching.
"Attention, slaves!" Ash called from his private island theater.
"Yes, Master!" All of his slaves stepping in their usual rows of attendance.
"Time draws near for the storm season of Alola to hit us! While it was projected we would escape the brunt of the storm, we can't take any risks. Make sure our island's storm barrier is up and secured! We can't risk our port or airfield getting destroyed." Ash ordered.
"Yes, Master!" Serena said. "My squad will ensure it is secured properly."
"Good! For other affairs, we must continue to build upon on subject's abilities for combat. That is why, as of this moment, I have reformed the pokemon school I use to go to into a true battle facility, used for the purpose of strengthening Alola's less than ideal standard of trainers. Cynthia, a portion of your squad will be designated to help in the training of our people." Ash continued.
"Very well, my magnificent God!" Cynthia said with a bow. "I shall pick slaves in sure you would be proud of the job."
"Good. When we're done here, I'd like to see you on another matter as well." Ash said. "Annabel, Bonnie. Have either of your two squads heard anything from Solana since her last transmission?"
"No, my Lord." The duo said in tandem.
"That's unfortunate, but I'm sure she has her hands full." Ash concluded. "All right, get to your stations! I want this island guarded from storms by tonight and the Region defensible from invasion in a few weeks, now let's move it, slaves!"
As Ash clapped his hands to get his slaves moving, Cynthia beckoned Ash to join her in her office.
"So, slave. I trust that our acquisition of explosive Turtonator shards was successful?" Ash asked the woman.
"Yes, my Lord!" Cynthia said humbly. "Your friend Kiawe was very accepting of us of shedding his Turtonator's shell repeatedly. Well, not like he'd have reason to oppose your will anyways."
"Were they made into the weapons I asked for?" Ash asked a second question.
"Yes, sir! The explosive shards were fit into the casings of several sea mines, ready to be deployed and armed. In total, we managed to construct approximately forty mines."
"Good work, slave!" Ash said happily, bending her over the desk to molest her.
"Mmm, I love it when you touch me like that..." Cynthia hummed as her Master groped whatever he desired.
"After I've had my way with your body, make sure you meet up with Lana and Misty. It will be their jobs as our sea divers to clamp and arms these mines on the sea floor." Ash continued to say, pulling off Cynthia's red Team Rose Admin corset and leather miniskirt.
"God I love you so much..!" Cynthia moaned seductively, letting her Owner pin her back on the desk.
"Sorry, I just needed to use someone as a cock sleeve..." Ash grunted, wasting no time in going balls deep into the mature woman, moaning from her tightness as he did. "I'll make sure this is a quick one. We all have stuff to do."
"Oh, don't worry, Master! I never care how long you use me like the piece of sex meat I am." Cynthia said, her arms reaching across each side of the desk to grip herself. "Your harem has grown so big now, and you have an entire region to rule. I'm sure that must be stressful."
"Very...perceptive of you...my sly vixen of a fuck slave..." Ash moaned, his cock smashing against Cynthia's warm and tight insides. "But it's good to know I'm in no short supply of slaves to relieve all that stress."
"I honestly feel bad to for, my Master." Cynthia stated through a moan of pleasure.
"Why's that slave?" Ash asked the broken Champion.
"Well, after you subjugated us to your beautiful Mind Stone, your programming of us has allowed us to be free of such emotions as stress and worry. Your gift of slavery gave us the freedom to never worry, because you'd be their to guide us." Cynthia explained. "I'm ashamed that you have to take this burden yourself."
"It's a burden that ones with power need worry about, slave." Ash remarked. "You all have done your part in assisting. Just continue to rely on me for everything else. I shall carry the burdens of the past and present in order to change the future. That's why I do what I do now."
"What truly charismatic, wording, my sexy Tamed!" Cynthia slyly said, reaching underneath her thigh to cup Ash's balls gently for him, giving them a gentle massage with her thumb. "You're right. It was foolish of me to doubt your abilities. Forgive me."
"Maybe I might forgive you if you get me off here." Ash offered to his servant, removing his member from her dripping snatch, getting up on the table and dangling it above her head.
"Don't mind if I do..!" Cynthia purred, allowing her Master to place his massive member in her mouth, her soft lips cupping the shaft.
Gently grabbing his slave by the hair, Ash began to thrust gently, giving Cynthia stimulation as she touched her pussy with her available right hand. As Owner to continue skull fucking her, Cynthia didn't even hear the door to her office swing open, Annabel entering the door right as the duo began to climax.
"Oh, I'm sorry for intruding, my Master!" Annabel said, turning around shyly.
"No, it's quite alright, slave." Ash responded, getting off the table still naked while Cynthia lay on a puddle of her own cum as well as her Master's.
"What do you have for me?" The raven haired man asked.
"We got word from our Agent Solana! She was given instruction to travel to Hoenn to meet with Steven Stone as Riley's ambassador and communicator! Apparently they are about to oversee the beginning phases of the warship fleet's construction in Slateport!" Annabel finished.
"Good! Is Solana still on the radio?" Ash asked.
"Yes, but she said she can't stay much longer, lest she risk being late and being seen as suspicious." Annabel replied.
"Tell her to case the shipyard for weaknesses, then tell her to contact us at a later time." Ash commanded. "I want to know if it's possible for us to sabotage that shipyard in any way."
"Yes, my Master!" Annabel obeyed, storming out of the room to get back to the radio tower on the airfield.
"Well, I think it's time we return to our work. I'll leave you to clean yourself up." Ash said, picking his blue Team Rose suit from off the ground. "I trust that you'll remember to have those mines handled?"
"Yeah..." Cynthia said quietly, lifting her weak hand in the air to wave confirmation.
After her owner and tamer left her by her lonesome, Cynthia took a few minutes to regain her composure, licking off her pussy juices from her fingers as she got ready.
"My Master jackhammered my mouth..." Cynthia moaned faintly. "That was so...romantic...ahh..!"
Regaining her regular self again fully, Cynthia cleaned herself off, put on her Admin uniform once more, and entered Bonnie's office, where the young teen sat to herself, filing paperwork on security reports.
"Ah, fellow Mistress. What brings you here?" Bonnie asked happily.
"I need to borrow a couple of your squad members." Cynthia began to say. "I need Lana's and Misty's expertise in sea diving to place the sea mines my team constructed into place."
"Ah, our Master's plans are in motion then. Very well, my Squad can take it from here." Bonnie agreed to her slave sister's request.
"Good, now while that happens, I think our Master asked of me to send a detachment from my squad to oversee the citizens' training for battle." Cynthia remembered, taking her exit out of her younger slave sister's office. "I'll go see to that now!"
Leaving the office and going to the docks, Cynthia noticed her two slave sisters of choice talking with Nessa, the trio giggling to themselves.
"Ah, Nessa! Another Water Type expert!" Cynthia joyfully said, approaching the conversations slave trio. "You might be able to help Lana and Misty on this task."
"Yes, my Mistress?" Nessa asked the once proud Champion. "How may my body serve your needs?"
"I would like you to join Lana and Misty on a task I have from our Master himself." Cynthia explained. "In the warehouse here at the port, my team has stockpiled several sea mines made from explosive Turtonator shell pieces. They need to be taken out to sea about a mile off the coast line. You will place them around the outer perimeter of Mele Mele Island and Providence."
"And then you'll want us to activate them and tag their location so the rest of our slave sisters and benevolent Master know where they are?" Misty asked the taller woman.
Giving the red headed slave a kiss square on the lips, Cynthia smiled.
"What a smart little girl you are..." She teased, the words like honey in Misty's ears. "My team will help load these mines onto our Master's super yacht. It's currently the only vessel we have large enough to store all the mines at once. Now let's hurry up ladies! I don't want this done any later! Storm's beginning to brew out in the distance!"
"Yes, our Mistress!" The trio obeyed, saluting to their superior and making their way to the warehouse.
With the help of Cynthia's slave squad as well as a few Pokémon, the yacht was fully loaded with the potently explosive ordinance.
"Take this remote with you." Cynthia said, giving Misty a remote before they departed. "The red button on the pad here arms the mines. The other button sends out a ping signal for our Master to pick up their locations at home base."
"We won't fail you, our divine beauty of a Mistress!" Misty smiled at the older woman.
After another shared kiss with her Mistress, the trio of Water expert slaves departed from the harbor, a full days work of planting mines ahead of them. Leaving the trio of sex toys to do their task, Cynthia turned to join her own team who had assembled at the warehouse doors.
"Alright, sluts, listen up!" Cynthia ordered. "We have about a month's time before our Master's enemies try to come and take our home from us! Now are we just gonna sit around and wait for these morons to 'free' us?!"
"No, Mistress!" They cried in unison. "Being converted into sex toys for our Master is all that we need in life!"
"Good girls." Cynthia said slyly, glad at how servile her Master's fuck toys were. "Elesa, Diantha, Marnie, and Claire, your experience in battle is exactly what our Master needs in his training program for the people of his nation. Report to the Pokémon school on Mele Mele immediately! You have classes to teach!"
"Yes, Mistress!" The four chosen Team Rose slaves obeyed, getting aboard a nearby dingy in the water and taking it to Hau Oli City's port.
"Dawn, you Malva and I will be in charge of developing our Master's other projects. We'll be working in tandem with Admin Bonnie's Security Team for this as well, so we'll have plenty of manpower outside of the assistance from the citizens." Cynthia added to her other puppets.
"Yay! Let's get to work, then!" Dawn said in a jump of joy, molesting Malva in pure excitement, the stimulation pleasing the other woman.
"So...Mistress..." Malva began to speak amidst her arousal from the younger woman. "What shall we be doing this time?"
"We'll be using some of Bonnie's available Squad members to work on those weapons Interpol used on us before." Cynthia proposed to the duo. "We'll be setting them up nearby the power plants of each island. We'll have the citizens help however as well. The people adore Team Rose, so they'll stop at nothing to assist us."
"What about the rest of Mistress Bonnie's Squad?" Dawn asked as her stuck her hands down Malva's mini skirt.
"Oh, she wanted to keep it a secret for now." Cynthia explained. "She wanted to surprise Master with her plan."
Meanwhile, back on the island, Ash was called over privately to Bonnie's private office.
"Ah, slave!" Ash said happily. "You have news for me?"
"Sorry to call you over while you were most likely busy, Master..." The blonde teenager responded meekly. "But I have a surprise for you! A secret project I put into development a couple days ago."
"Well, surprise me then!" Ash said, welcoming his slave's ambition. "What do you have in the works?"
"Well, after studying old history of all the other Regions when they went to war countless years ago, I realized something." Bonnie began to say. "For our Pokémon to last longer in battle, they must have protection. That's why I've gone ahead and commissioned the crafting of armor for all of your Pokémon as well as every other slave girl's Pokémon as well!"
"That's a wonderful idea, Bonnie!" Ash said, thankfully sitting on the desk to get closer to his youthful servant. "Just as I would expect from a clever little girl like you."
"Thank you, my Master!" Bonnie said, happy she got approval from her Master, one of the very few needs she ever needed to have in this world nowadays.
"Honestly, I never thought of the idea. It's definitely an idea I doubt our enemies will have." Ash said.
"I've gone ahead and taken the liberty of measuring every Pokémon of ours you own as well as your own Pokémon. Every Pokémon, barring your Melmetal should be able to wear their armor comfortably." Bonnie explained.
"Yeah..." Ash chuckled. "That Melmetal. He wouldn't hesitate to eat that armor before wearing it. The guy's an unstoppable juggernaut anyways. He'll be vital to our home's protection."
As Ash's words drifted off, the two were left together in silence, the sexual tension between the two thick as ever.
"Hey..." Bonnie said shyly, fixing her blonde hair back, the cute act driving Ash wild.
"Hey..." Ash began to say. "It's been far too long since I've used you body for my desires."
"It really has been..." Bonnie admitted, her love for the man she looked up to for years now making her yearn for him even more now.
"When I get some more free time, you, me and Serena. We're gonna have a wild threesome for old time's sake." Ash said, his words lifting Bonnie up.
"Really? My Queen too?!" She said excitedly. "Yay! It's been far too long since I've worshipped my sister's body. You know, even before I was made your humble and devout sex slave, I truly found you two attractive. I always wanted to be like both of you."
"I know." Ash said, his words beginning to trail off as he reminisced about the old days.
"Now I realize how foolish I was." Bonnie explained. "I could never hope to match your splendor of Serena's elegant beauty. But despite that, I see my calling in life. The serve the two people I've idolized forever now. That is my calling and my purpose. And I couldn't imagine being anywhere else now."
As the two locked lips, they closed their eyes, holding each other as they basked in each other's presence.
"I wonder how Clemont is doing right now." Ash said as the duo broke off from making out. "He's probably pieced together I made his younger sister my sex slave."
"Don't worry about him." Bonnie said, her hands gently holding her Master's head up to her own. "I'm sure if the time comes, I can convince him of your justice."
"I hope so..." Ash said, returning to his make out session with his slave.
Meanwhile, across the ocean in the City of Slateport, Solana arrived at the shipbuilding port, all under the pretense of being The Alliance's ambassador for communication between them and Riley. As she walked up to the front gate, she was greeted by a green haired man.
"Ah, Solana! Good to see you! I am Sawyer, Mr. Stone's secretary." Sawyer said to the teal haired woman. "Come, let me show you our progress on the fleet for your report to Riley."
Walking into the massive shipyard, Solana took peeks and brief stares at the surrounding area, using her intuition as a former ranger turned special ops slave for her Master to probe for weaknesses.
Upon entering past a second security gate, Solana came across what looked to be the main leading vessel of the fleet. A gigantic battleship the size of several football fields combined, it looked larger than any ship she'd ever seen.
"Impressive, isn't it?" Sawyer asked the awestruck woman. "This husk of a warship is the S.S. Relentless. This baby will have enough cannons to destroy any ship that dares oppose it. Isn't that right, Clemont?"
Turning to look at who the man spoke to, Solana turned her head to see the figure of a rather skinny blonde man in a blue jumpsuit.
"Yeah, that's right, Sawyer." He said in a serious tone. "When my work is done with this ship, that bastard Ash won't even know what hit him."
"Don't worry, Bonnie." Clemont thought to himself. "Your big bro is gonna save you soon."