Pokegirl Arturia

by PokeSlave Trainer

The last thing Arturia Pendragon expected was to summon to another Holy Grail War after destroying the Holy Grail. She instead wakes to find that she had be caught by a Pokeball and turned into a Pokegirl by her older sister, Morgan le Fay. Will Arturia be able to free herself before it is too late or will she be transformed into Morgan's slave?

2. Training

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Here is another installment of Pokegirl Arturia.

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PokeSlave Trainer

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Chapter Two "Training"

Arturia

"It was just all a very, very long nightmare." I muttered as my eyes fluttered open and I sat up while refusing to believe that anything remotely connected to the nightmare could have ever happen in the future.

I reached to rub my eyes when my hands refused to move. My half-drowsy mind instantly snapped awake when I realized what was going on. Somehow, my hands were cuffed behind my back! A thorough few pulls revealed that no amount of strength was going to break the handcuffs.

My cold tremor ran down my spine. It couldn't… My nightmare couldn't have actually happened! Yet, the fact I was restrained was just proof that what I feared… likely was not a nightmare.

"So… It wasn't a dream… Everything really happened. I was caught…" I sighed. "Otherwise my powers wouldn't be restricted and my hands wouldn't be tied behind my back."

My body unwillingly shuddered as I remembered. A sudden wave of lust hit her. I bit my lips and balled my fists. I was incredibly horny. My instincts screamed to deal with the lust immediately.

Subconsciously, I reached for her breasts and vagina. It took a few moments for me to remember why I couldn't relieve the growing itch. My hands were tied up and I instinctively tried the best next thing. I rubbed my legs together, or at least tried too…

I looked down in horror to find ankle cuffs with a chains was preventing me from rubbing my inner thighs together. If I brought my legs together just millimeters before my inner thighs could touch each other the chain solidified into a bar. The bar instantly returned into a chain when I moved my legs apart.

Despite all my attempts to break free of my restraints, nothing worked even while my sexual urges grew by the second until it became so strong that I was mentally overwhelmed. Sex. Sex! The only thing I could think about was have something inside my vagina.

"God dammit!" I cursed while scowling at the blooming lust consuming my thoughts and my inability to do anything about it.

I lost count on how many tries to break my restraints had proved futile. My face went red at what I should to do after everything had failed. Hope filled me when I realized that no one was around then no one would ever learn about what I was going to do! Just to make sure I checked my surroundings before proceeding to execute my brilliant idea.

One of the bed posts was a perfect target. I walked up to it and pressed my groin against it. The cold surface of the bedpost didn't deter me the slightest. I preferably wanted something warm and my female instincts screamed for a male penis, but the bedpost would have to do given that I couldn't use my hands or inner thighs.

It wasn't comfortable at first. In fact, it hurt, but I eventually learned what to avoid and how to best use what I had.

"Yes, this should have been the first thing I had done instead of trying to futilely freeing myself from my restraints!" I moaned in pleasure while rubbing the bedpost. "Bedposts are the best~!"

"My, my… What do we have here? The legendary King Arthur, getting off by using a bedpost. Your Knights and subjects would be horrified to hear this," giggled a voice that chilled my heart and it was the last person I wanted to see right now! "Do you need some assistance?" Morgan asked with a smile while staring at my blushing face. "I am happy to help if you ask politely."

"Stay away from me!" I shouted in embarrassment and horror encroached my heart as Morgan came closer to me while wearing a sadistic smile.

Under normal circumstances, I would have stood my ground and met Morgan with force. That couldn't happen due the slave collar that restrained my superhuman abilities, turning me into a normal girl. If my slave collar hadn't been around to limit my powers, the slave crest recently imprinted on my groin would act as another restraint that shackled my ability to harm Morgan. The handcuff and ankle were the final nail that prevented even futile resistance to physical repel or escape Morgan with the abilities of a normal, petite girl.

I shivered as Morgan hugged me and her hands playfully ghosted over my breasts and vagina. Disregarding that I should be resisting, any thoughts of rebelling faded away as the all-consuming lust washed away my rational. My mind cared nothing more to have an orgasm. My burning lust needed to be satisfied immediately!

Subconsciously, I started to rub my groin and breasts against Morgan's hands.

"What a good girl." Morgan cooed as she reciprocated to my desire. "Accept that I am your Master and serve me faithfully. You will be rewarded handsomely in return."

I just nodded her head as Morgan continued to whisper sweet words into my ears. This seemed to please my sister, who touched me more aggressively in return.

Morgan stopped touching and asked, "What are you?"

I glared at Morgan just as an orgasm just around the corner. "You are my Master and I am your Pokegirl." I blurted out in shame.

"Good girl!" Morgan cooed happily before delivering the final push to my vagina and clitoris.

I let out a scream as pleasure exploded from my core and outwards as I collapsed into Morgan's embrace. My lungs gasped for air. Blood flooded my cheeks as I blushed in embarrassment when I realized that I had been played once again and subconsciously submitted when I absolutely shouldn't have!

"Your expression is so priceless!" Morgan laughed as she started to ghost her over my body in attempt to tease me. "Let's go again~!"

I chewed my lips and tried to resist moaning…

"Yes, thank you for your help. I owe you a favor, Giovanni but only contact me in the future when you have something important for me to do. It would be detrimental for the both sides if my reputation as a famous and capable mage that donates both a lot of time and personal time helping the public." I replied to the leader of Team Rocket, and before he could respond to me I cut the phone call and quickly prompted put his current phone number on the list of blocked callers.

I pinched the bridge of my nose in annoyance as I recalled the long conversation I had with Giovanni, publicly known as the Gym Leader of Viridian City's PokeGym, but the leader of the infamous Team Rocket. Quiet frankly, what Giovanni had requested was beneath my social status. He had wanted me to act as a smuggler for some highly valuable and illegal goods.

The problem I had wasn't that I was going to caught smuggling illegal goods. I did it all the time with my large stash of magical items and material that I always had on me. It was the notion that I was going to smuggle illegal goods for someone else when I was not lacking money which irked me. If it had been any other time, I wouldn't have even spared any time in hearing Giovanni's request.

I sighed while shaking my head. It was the favor that I owed Giovanni for getting his hands on the Ultraball-grade Loveball that I had used to capture and hopefully tame Arturia, which stopped me from outright refusing the Team Rocket leader. The fact that Team Rocket had been pushed into a corner and Giovanni needed my immediate help also weighed heavily on my mind.

The matter stirred my emotions that after several minutes of internal conflict I sighed before unblocking Giovanni and sending him a message that I would accept his request as for repaying the favour that I owed him.

In frustration, I slammed my finger on exiting the phone app on my Pokedex's screen harder than I should have. My eyes light up and I hummed happily as I touched the app with the image of a pokeball. The changed screen after I accessed the app further brightened my mood.

The first thing I did was check the app's history. A summary appeared and I read it slowly, savoring every detail by the end of the summary my panties were soaked.

"Oh, Arturia…" I muttered happily while glancing to the Pokeball containing my sister. "You must be thinking that I am the one that has been tormenting you right now." Shaking my head, I laughed, "The Ultraball's AI captured my personality and behavior perfectly that Arturia thinks that it is me!"

I accessed the gallery of pictures and videos of the AI masquerading as me that had been carefully selected and edited. The quality surprised me. If a human picture and video editor had curated the gallery then they might have not been done a better job than the Ultraball AI, and it hadn't costed me a penny.

A brief scan of the pictures and videos unknowingly turned a long viewing session of the pictures and videos that caught my attention the most. I had only realized I had gotten sidetracked when I was hit by an orgasm from masturbating.

"I'm going to be watching the gallery forever since it continues to get bigger the longer the AI torments Arturia in my place." I grumbled while grabbing a tissue to clean up my clothes and body of my fem-cum. My lips curled upwards as I accessed the mind immersion aspect of the pokeball app. "I'm coming Arturia, and I will be the one to train you."

My eyes closed and I felt the brief severing of my control over my body as my mind connected to the Pokedex. And when I felt my senses come to me I was surprised by what I found.

"Argh, no!" screamed Arturia in pleasure and frustration while throwing her head back unwillingly.

I blinked. It surprised for a moment, but my stapor didn't last long. I should have expected it as the Ultraball housing Arturia had currently been set to "Level 1 sexually tormenting." Given that Arturia from her perspective a few hours had passed in the virtual reality inside her pokeball, in the real world only a few minutes had passed for me, I thought it was time to mix things up.

My grin grew as I planned to carry a new scheme to break Arturia in obedience and mould her to my liking.

Arturia

"Summon your gear." Morgan ordered telepathically. I shook my head in refusal. "I said, summon your gear." She repeated in a firmer tone.

I felt a spike of pain run through my body. My anger was about to manifest when I recalled the hell I had suffered hell at Morgan's hands. I quickly clamped down on my anger.

Morgan's simple commands are not worth fighting over. I reminded myself and called upon my gear.

"Good girl." A voice that was not Morgan spoke in my mind.

A moan escaped my lips as a jolt of pleasure rippled through my body. I shuddered in fear at the pleasant sensation. My mind had been so busy from jumping between pleasure and pain that I hadn't thought about it too much, but the fear of Morgan's intention blossomed inside my mind. I had seen similar methods to what Morgan was doing to break and mould animals into pets and men into soldiers. My own mind had been used to recruit my subjects, nobles and commoner alike, to my cause and crush dissidents that opposed my rule.

The questions was how long would I last? I couldn't resist forever, not without rest to physically and mentally. It was a matter of time before…

"Do you like your new armor?" asked Morgan, and I snapped out of my musing when I felt her attempts to grope my breasts and vagina was different.

I looked to see Morgan's left hand was on my left breast and her right hand at my vagina, but I didn't feel her hands as metal was barely covering my boobs and pussy.

"What's this!?" I shouted in shock and turned my head back to glare at Morgan. "This isn't armor!?"

"So what? You belong to me as my Pokegirl and as your Master I can do whatever I want!" Morgan laughed amusingly. "Be a good girl and accept your new armor!"

"Thank you, Master for the new armor. I love it." My mouth chirped out to my horror.

"Good girl! There it was simple as admitting the truth." Morgan cooed as hugged me.

I bit my lips trying to suppress the moan that came from jolts of pleasure at Morgan's compliments. My self-control was further tested when Morgan's hands slipped underneath my metal bra and started caressing and squeezing her breasts.

God, I hate this feeling! I cursed but guiltily basked in the pleasure of Morgan's fondling. It's the slave collar's and crest's fault. If it wasn't for those damn things then I would have killed or escaped Morgan!

I groaned in dismay when Morgan's hands withdrew from my breasts. I was about to speak up when my eyes widened as both of Morgan's hands slipped underneath my metal panties.

"You're soaking wet." Morgan giggled into my ears. I was about protest but I quickly silenced when she started to play with my clitoris and vagina.

Any thoughts of resistance quickly melted out of existence as I became overwhelmed by the pleasure. I instinctively bucked my hips to get closer to Morgan. Time passed became meaningless as waves of pleasure rolled around like the ocean.

My eyes suddenly snapped open.

"Why…?" I complained as just when an orgasm was about to hit, Morgan's hands had withdrawn from providing the final push.

"Your reward of an orgasm comes afterwards." Morgan giggled playfully as she gave my ass a slap. "It's time for some training!"

"Training!?" I shouted and my hands went down…

Morgan stopped giggling and ordered in a stern tone, "Masturbations are off limits."

My hands stopped mid-way as if they had been frozen in place. I tried to move my hands. It didn't work. No matter what I did. All I could do was futilely struggle as my hands remained still in the air while jolts of pain coursed through my body. The pain became stronger the longer Arturia tried to reach for my breasts and vagina.

"Argh!" Arturia screamed in frustration when an orgasm was so close and the pain eventually overwhelmed any desire to risk it. "Fucking, dammit!"

"You are lacking in ranged and magic attacks. We need to address that issue. I have a bunch of TMs to fix that problem."

My eyes widened in disbelief as knowledge that I had never known about came streaming into my mind. I got a massive headache as my brain started to organize the newfound information.

"Let's try out the new Moves you learned." She pointed at a nearby dummy. "Use Ember!"

My body acted before I could register what was going on. I turned to the designated dummy and shot a small ball of fire not much larger than my finger. The fire hit the dummy and caused minor burns before the fire died out.

A jolt of pleasure and happiness radiated through me. I was like a good girl who had obeyed my master. I had executed the technique as Master had ordered. I turned to Morgan and the smile on her face brought my pleasure and happiness… I slapped my cheeks. The pain quickly interrupted the pleasure and happiness filling my thoughts. My mind reeling in shock at the submissive thoughts that had seemed so natural.

"That was a good first of Ember." Morgan nodded in approval as the burnt dummy was replaced with an undamaged dummy. "Now using Water Gun."

Again, my body responded. This time a small mass of water hit the dummy. It lacked Ember's burning properties to inflict damage but Water Gun made up for it with mass and acceleration akin to .22 calibre round.

"Good! This time, Rock Throw."

A rock the size of a fist smashed into the dummy. It didn't just cause damage through kinetic energy the previous Water Gun but it also caused the rock to break apart and enter the dummy as if it was a bullet, fragmenting into many parts and causing internal damage inside.

"Excellent. Gust!"

Winds gathered around the dummy. The dummy shook violently as forces cut and pulled on the dummy. Cuts and the dummy's human-like shape contoured in ways that reflected broken bones accumulated until the winds lost strength and settled down.

"Exactly what I wanted! Art use Poison Sting."

A purple bolt hit and exploded onto the dummy. Purple liquid spread over the dummy while some of the liquid entered the dummy. Shades of purple spread over the dummy as it replicated the symptoms of the flesh being poisoned.

"This time use Thunder Shock."

Electricity generated from my body and shot out of my hand into the targeted dummy I was pointing at. The smell of ozone leaked from the dummy as electricity burned the inside of the dummy.

"That was devastating for a basic Move. Try using Ice Shard."

Several extremely sharp ice formed at my hand before it flew away at extreme speed towards the dummy. They hit the dummy and did not just affect the dummy like sharp objects or bullets that hit and fragmented into pieces to deal more damage. Each ice shard carried magic that caused the areas hit and the surrounding area to freeze.

"This time Leech Seed then Absorb!"

Seeds formed at my index finger and shot towards the dummy. Unlike the other projectiles that I had fired, the bullets did relatively little damage besides burying into the dummy. I saw bubbles form around the dummy and draw into my body. I felt reinvigorated. The dummy steadily suffered damages as bubbles constantly streamed out from it and into me.

"Last Move, Confusion."

An invisible stream of magical energy hit the dummy and as it was designed to replicate how the human body would respond to damage, started to show symptoms of a headache. What really happened was that it was a magic energy attack on the soul and mind instead of the body.

By the end after Morgan finished shouting her orders, my mind was a mess. My mind had been overwhelmed by the steady stream of pleasure and happiness at obeying my master that only thoughts I had was to carry out Morgan's commands. Drunk on the pleasure and happiness, I instinctively looked up at Morgan for more commands, subconsciously yearning for rewards.

"Art, look at me and tell me what you did." Morgan ordered.

"You told me to use Ember, Water Gun, Rock Throw, Gust, Poison Sting…" I recounted the techniques I had executed on the dummy in perfect order like a machine and by the time I finished the list was when my mind had returned to normal. "…on the dummy… Oh, my god!" I screamed as my face went red. "I… I…"

"There… there. No need to worry," said Morgan in a soothing tone as she walked up and embraced the distressed I. "This is a natural aspect of being a Pokegirl. With more training you will be able to maintain your independent thinking to make your own decisions on how to best use the Moves that your master tells you to use."

For a moment, I really wanted to thank Morgan for comforting me, but that warm fuzzy feeling didn't last long when I remembered the reason why I was so troubled. It was caused by her in the first place!

"Since you have been so obedient just now, I believe you deserve to be rewarded."

My ears perked up and my eyes gleamed as I listened eagerly at what my reward… NO! How could I be happily waiting like an excited puppy at what their owner was going to do? I was really starting to worry about what was going on with me.

Morgan

I giggled happily at the result of the brief training session. The TMs had worked better than I had expected! I had heard Tamers using TMs on Pokemon and Pokeslave all the time without much difficulty or problems. The stories seemed to be true. TMs opened a door into a whole new world of possibilities that I could use to mold Arturia to my liking.

Brushing aside my wild imaginations, I turned to review everything that I had been accomplished today since summoning and using a Loveball on Arturia.

I had never been a Tamer before. This was my first time trying to tame a Pokeslave or Pokemon but I decision to forego the advice recommended by books and experts on the subject that suggested I should start with the Level 1 Taming Cycle seemed to be a right one. If I had used Level 1 then the pleasure and pain used wouldn't have been enough.

In fact, I was willingly to Level 1 Taming Cycle was only going to give Arturia time to adapt and toughen her will to resist. The very last thing I had wanted!

Of course, if I had only wanted results and cared less for the journey then I could have used the highest level, Level 5, Taming Cycle to have wiped Arturia's personality and memories clean to get a mindless slave that with a little training into the obedient and self-thinking Pokegirl.

But that would have deprived me the joy of breaking and molding her to my liking.

I might have been lacking in experience, but my research and my educated guess proved to be right! The Leve 4 Taming Cycle was perfect for the job. Arturia was obedient for now, with the occasional resistance, but that would get better with more training and time.

My view became something akin to wearing augmented reality glasses. I saw words, numbers and icons that only I could see. With a mental command, I saw my Bond Level with Arturia. It was Level 1. A number that was far from Level 10, the pinnacle of what Tamers sought from their Pokemon and Pokeslave, but it met the minimum requirement for the pokeballs programming and the law allowing pokemon and pokeslave from their pokeballs.

So, I could finally release Arturia into the real world!

Level 10 Bonding Level. I drawled thinking about reaching that point. That was where Arturia had trained to being the perfect slave where she wouldn't hesitate in throwing her life away to protect me or obey my commands without questions. I was really a long way from that level. How many years would that take?

However long, I was going break down Arturia's will and reshape her to my liking.

I summoned Arturia's profile.

Name: Art
Level: 5 (70)
Breed: None
Class: Fighter Lvl 0 (7), Knight Lvl 0 (7), Mage Lvl 0
Type: Fighting, (Dragon) and Magic
HP: F- (B+)
OP (Od Points): F- (S)
Strength: F- (A-)
Magic Power: F-
Agility: F- (B+)
Physical Defense: F- (B+)
Magic Resistance: F- (A)
Skills: Swordsmanship Lvl 0 (7), Unarmed Combat Lvl 0 (7), Magic Lvl 0
Moves: Counter, Dragon Dance, Dragon Hammer, Mana Burst

It was a shame that Arturia's Level, Stats and Skills had been sealed to a level that she was no different from the commoner beginner-level pokemon or pokeslave that any new Tamer could get, but it was a necessary precaution. Arturia while not the same level of power as the Legendary Pokemons was dangerous enough to face a small army of humans, pokemons and pokeslaves with a great chance of victory.

Otherwise, trying to break Arturia and turn her into my slave would be impossible!

If I did risk it and tried to subjugate an unsealed Arturia there was a good chance the Ultraball would fail to contain her and I would be forced to fight. I was confident in my ability to defeat unrestrained Arturia, but I would rather not risk being captured or killed by my younger half-sister.

I shuddered at such a possibility.

Snapping out of my musing, I smiled at Arturia while summoning some adult toys. "I have trained you so far to be an obedient slave, but there is another aspect of your training that I hadn't started yet. As my sex toy, you must have the sexual endurance to last so we will start with these…"