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PokeSlave Trainer

Chapter Four "Locking and Capture"

Morgan

I was left incredibly wet by Arturia's self-masturbation with a vial filled with Lust Poison. It was only my stubborn will to not humiliate myself in public by touching myself at the incredible hot scene and the fact that I stayed on the lookout for threats that might threaten Arturia in her unpowered state that I was not touching myself.

The bee-girl was allowed to enjoy witnessing Arturia debasing herself for a few more minutes before I thought enough time had passed.

"You can leave!" I shouted while undoing the invisibility spell and other magic that hid my presence from multiple methods of detection. "My Pokegirl has debased herself for your enjoyment long enough. Leave before I feel like killing you, or worse capturing you as my next Pokeslave."

A very turned on and excited Demi-Bee glared at me and she prepared for combat. Given that she had resorted to Lust Poison, her sexually charged pheromones and Lust Gaze to subdue Arturia through overwhelming Arturia's rationalit via sexual desire the bee-girl likely would use the same methods against me. A method that would turn unless against someone of my power, skill and experience.

"Don't test me!" I growled while releasing an overwhelming amount of killing intent and magical energy that would have deterred an entire hive of Demi-bees, much less a single, low-leveled Demi-Bee around Level 8. "I might be a new Tamer, but as a Hunter I am Level 76. I could annihilate everything within this forest if I so desired. If you want to witness such a thing I am happy to comply." My smile turned a scary one that had struck terror into my enemies. "How about I destroy your entire hive? That sounds like an idea becoming more desirable the more time passes…"

The bee-girl to my expectations caved in fear and got down on her knees begging me to spare her hive. When I didn't respond, she seemed to take it as a message that she should leave. She left without so much as looking at masturbating Arturia she had defeated or the equipment she had discarded during her fight.

Poor, frustrated Arturia continued to fuck herself with Lust Poison vial until there was no Lust Poison left inside her vial, having been absorbed by her body and her fem-cum filling the vial.

"Please, more. Give me more of this!" Arturia begged in frustration while pointing to the fem-cum filled vial.

"The Demi-bee has long since left," I replied while giggling at Arturia's humiliating state.

"What? When?" She shouted and looked around. "You should have stopped her! Or at least taken the vial filled with the dust I had used."

I clutched my sides and laughed at the absurdity of how Arturia was responding. If Arturia hadn't been affected by the all-consuming need for sex and could think straight then she would have never acted like she was.

My growing laughter stopped for a moment when I saw Arturia approaching me while sniffing the air like a dog. She eventually came right up to me and sniffed my belt that had various spatial pouches. Her nose came towards one particular spatial pouch of mine that was filled with all sorts of poisons.

"You have it!" Arturia shouted gleeful and she snatched the poison filled spatial pouch. "Is it this one? No… How about… It's not right." She muttered while rummaging through the spatial poison in various forms from gases, liquids and powders. "Yes, I think this is the one!"

I watched until she found one particular poison that I had forgotten all about until now. It was the same poison that Arturia had been getting off for the past few minutes after her defeat at the female Demi-Bee. It was Lust Poison in most strongest dosage available for public consumption…

It had been entertaining to see Arturia pop the cork off the vial filled the incredible high dosage Lust Poison. She looked like she was going to use it to get herself off an other orgasm. What I never expected was her to dash towards me. I swear somehow, it seemed Arturia had bypassed the Slave Collar's and Slave Crest's Limiters that restrained Arturia's power, stopped her from disobeying me or thinking of inflicting bodily harm.

"What are you thinking of do-" I screamed and the air was driven out of my lungs as Arturia tackled me and slammed me into upper body into the ground while my lower body remained in the air. She shoved the stolen vial into my pussy, and I yelled in pain at the forceful entry. Before I could respond, I felt lightheaded then extremely hot before an overwhelming… "Oh, no!" My eyes widened. This can't be happening to me! The Lust Poi-

My mouths opened and I screamed! It hit me like a tank then the tank backed off, only to ram into me repeatedly until it squashed me under its trends and there was nothing left of me. The first orgasm was like an earthquake. Its afterquakes hit me, but they were stronger than the initial earthquake as Arturia tapped and shook the Lust Poison vial into me with a sadistic smile.

Arturia

I continued to shake, tap and anything so that more of the powder that smelled exactly the same one I had been a victim of not to long ago. The sight of Morgan moaning and screaming was familiar to me, having been a victim of it countless times since my capture. It sounded like music to my ears when Morgan started to beg for more or how I should be gentler.

The inevitable punishment that Morgan would want throw at me didn't make me quiver in fear. Instead, I welcomed it. It would be a mark of my success that I had turned the tables and won a rare victory in the never-ending defeats I had faced as Morgan tried to break my will.

As I continued to push the lust-inducing powder into Morgan's pussy, I wondered why the slave collar and crest were not inflicting pain on me. Where was pain for daring to inflict harm on Arturia? I remembered my previous attempted to slit Morgan's throat very clearly. Did the slave collar and crest not trigger if I didn't plan to harm Morgan? It was a surprising loophole that I had accidently discovered, and one I was going to abuse in the future.

My pondering was interrupted as Morgan started to give orders. I wanted to ignore them, but the jolts of pain started to become stronger. The pain woken habits that were newly engrained and started to become more engraved on my body as if wanting to avoid the pain. I tried to resist, but another new ingrained habit of pleasure from obeying started overriding my resistance.

My weakening resistance all but disappeared when Morgan gave orders in a more forceful manner and I lost all control over my body like a puppet on strings. I could only watch in humiliation as I gently poked and stirred the vial inside Morgan's pussy like she ordered and corrected my movements with her guidance.

The humiliation came to a stop when Morgan came one last time in an explosive manner as I showered with her fem-cum before she was left spasming from the afterglow and rested for a while. She turned her furious eyes to me.

I forget all about my humiliation and gloated with my eyes at how I had won over Morgan even if it was a pyrrhic victory. Still a win was a win, no matter how costly as it reminded Morgan that I was not a helpless prisoner and reinvigorated my will to resist as victory was possible.

"You will regret this, and I hope you don't beg for mercy as you will not receive it," growled Morgan as something materialized into her hands. "You will never earn what you want unless I feel like it." I smiled and it further infuriated Morgan. "Hold absolutely still."

The command activated the slave collar and crest. I couldn't move at all, and only watched as Morgan put something onto me. The object that had materialized turned out to be matching pair of bra and panties making up a bikini. It was smaller than the previous bikini that barely covered the essentials. There were no strings or straps and instead chains. There were no clasps to hold the new bikini onto my body.

I heard a click from behind me like a padlock being closed. There was another click from my back again. Morgan lowered herself to link my new bikini bottom's chains on my hips. She tapped on padlocks linking my new metal bikini together.

It was strange. I felt like something had been figuratively locked away from me. Where this feeling came from? I could only guess.

"Enjoy your new life where your breasts and vagina are locked away." Morgan giggled while patting my shoulder as if I had been sentenced to a horrible fate. "It's going to be hell with your new Libido of Extremely High. I wonder how long you last before you are begging to be unlocked."

Before I could even dare ask what she meant, Morgan took out a ball from her belt. She pointed it at me and announced, "Art, Return." I could only stare as my body froze up and the red light hit me. A white light surrounded my body and I felt as if I was turning smaller and my essence changing as something seemed to enclose around me.

Morgan

I watched as Art returned to her pokeball. I furiously glared at the pokeball and angrily took out my pokedex. If Arturia was going to learn it was time for her suffer true hell while her breasts and pussy was locked from any pleasure. She was going to enjoy only the pleasure of obedience from now on until I felt like she deserved another chance of redemption.

Evil laughter crackled out as I modified the Taming Cycle settings. Arturia was going to suffer and she better pray for an option to be blessed with an opportunity to beg for my forgiveness!

I was going to enjoy the next time I summoned Art-

A scream escaped my mouth as I felt something drive into my cunt. The pleasure hitting me immediately that it distracted me from even realizing I had been driven into the ground then hit the ground. My body barely registered what had happened or the pain. It didn't care about anything else as my mind was flooded by mind-numbing pleasure.

"Is this really the human that threatened to massacre our hive?" asked a voice in a mocking tone. "She seems so pathetically weak."

I turned to look at the one taunting me. He was like the bee-girl that had defeated Arturia by causing my slave's sexual desire to explode beyond. A cross between a human with bee-like traits such as black chitin covering the entire body with yellow markings, antennas on the top of his head, an insect abdomen attached to his back with a stinger, and insect wings. What caught my eyes the most was his age; his eyes were so inexperienced that he had likely recently became an adult and hadn't experience much of the world.

"You wouldn't be saying that if you had felt the killing intent and magical energy for yourself!" scoffed the same bee-girl that had run away. "She had the same power of the mythical Legendaries."

Happiness radiated through my body even in my predicament. I might have reincarnated in this world called the PokeWorld, but I lived long and adjust enough to know what the bee-girl meant by "Legendaries." This term collective referred to Pokemon, Pokeslave and very rare Humans to a class of creatures commonly agreed as above Level 70 that had the power to destroy entire cities and akin to intelligent walking disasters.

"How can a Legendary be defeated by a single Infuser?" asked the bee-boy in a mocking tone as he walked over and sat near me while looming over me with arrogant look. "You are lying about her being a Legendary. Lana you're just trying to excuse your cowardice."

"Felix, Lana, knock it off. You should be standing on guard instead of bickering that can happen later when we are safe in the Hive." An older Demi-Bee, who looked like the group of Demi-Bees surrounding me, snapped at the younger two Demi-Bees. "We caught a prey that likely never happen again in the history of our Hive. It would be enough to conquer Route 1 Forest Region!"

My mouth opened to protest when my tongue moved half-way. Unintelligence noise escaped my lips as the pleasure that had been suppressing my ability to fight and something that I had been barely able to control burst beyond my grasp. I moaned loudly and screamed as the pleasure quickly turned into an orgasm.

"Pathetic! Look at this so-called Legendary. If a Legendary was here then they would have never fallen to an single Infuser no matter how caught off-guard they were." The bee-boy, Felix, mocked loudly.

"What don't you see if you can do the same after getting hit and having an Infuser attach," shouted the furious younger bee-girl, Lana, and she grabbed a whip coiled around her waist.

Felix had no time to react. Lana struck the whip at his groin and the black protective chitin safely packing away his penis inside his body opened after being hit by the whip. The whip seemed to spring to life as the freed penis was devoured by the whip's head. He let out muffled groans that quickly became louder until he couldn't stop it and collapsed onto the groin screaming in pleasure.

If Felix hadn't mocked me earlier repeatedly or his arrogance appearance then I might have sympathized with the bee-boy. An Infuser was a dangerous weapon, not because its ability to inflict damage, but its mental effects. Similar to Lust Poison, Sex Phermones and Lust Gaze that Lana had used to defeat Arturia by making my slave's sexual desire overwhelm rationality.

"You would have made a perfect Queen. Your Level is far beyond what we can convert. Our Hive would have thrived with your powerful offspring. Sadly, all we can use you for is as a Mana Reactor."

I shuddered at the possible fates that awaited me.

Being turned into a Demi-Bee Queen was horrible. It was a fate that humans deserved to be the worst and ultimate punishment by the PokeWorld's legal systems. Being turned into a Pokeslave was a irreversible process that condemned you to the constant risk of Feraldom if you didn't get sex with a human to maintain your sanity or the lifelong fear of being bonded to a human and awakening your inherent genes that made you subverient to the bonded human. There was also the further punishment of all your descendants being condemned as Pokeslaves too.

The fate of being turned into a Mana Reactor wasn't as bad being turned into a Pokeslave per say, but it still struck me with fear. The PokeWorld didn't have prisons as their replacement for jail time was working for free and long hours employing the criminal's expertise that best suited the community's needs. Yet, being sentenced as a biological Mana Reactor was a life sentence just below the ultimate punishment, conversion into a Pokeslave. My mental well-being would be neglected as only the condition of my body and soul to produce Mana mattered.

I shuddered just thinking about spending the next few decades as a lifeless husk, being milked for Mana.

"If your Pokeslave hadn't injected extremely potent Lust Poison and a lot of it into your cunt we wouldn't had any chance of caught you off-guard or vulnerable to a single Infuser that is suppressing your ability to fight. I'm surprised in your current state that you're even able to think straight while fighting the effects of a single Infuser," said the Demi-Bee leader. "Well, fortune seems to be smiling on my Hive."

I didn't even have time to respond as the Demi-Bee leader gave the order and several more Infuser struck me and attached to my body. One into my anus. Two for my breasts. One thrusted into my mouth and hardened turning into a gag. My mind went blank as the additional Infuser's fused with my nerves and pleasure flooded my mind.

A single Infuser had stopped me from fighting against the Demi-Bees. Four more was excessive and overwhelming use that destroyed all my mental defenses as my eyes snapped open as multiple orgasms hit me.

Damn you Arturia for your nose in finding the Lust Poison! I wouldn't have be so distracted and vulnerable to an Infuser that I couldn't muster the will to fight. I swear you're going to pay if I get out of this. No. It's the Ultraball's fault! The slave collar and crest should have stopped Arturia from shoving the Lust Poison into my cunt in the first place. I screamed furiously as darkness greeted me.