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PokeSlave Trainer
Chapter One "Pokeball"
Arturia
I blinked, disoriented by the sudden plunge into darkness. Devoid of any light, my senses failed to grasp anything tangible around me, leaving me with a peculiar sensation of weightlessness. The last vivid memory that lingered was the intense moment when my previous Master, Kiritsugu Emiya, had compelled me to shatter the Holy Grail I had fought so fiercely to obtain. As I struggled to comprehend my current predicament, a wave of confusion swept over me. If this darkness signified a new summoning as a Servant, I anticipated the customary surge of knowledge and purpose that would accompany it.
"Good morning, sister!" A voice chimed cheerfully through the void. "I never imagined our paths would cross again."
Raising my gaze, I beheld a figure emerging from the shadows. Initially doubting my own vision, I scrutinized the newcomer before me.
"How can you still be alive?" I pointed accusingly at the speaker.
"I've been reincarnated, obviously," my half-sister, Morgan le Fay, the nemesis of King Arthur and the architect of Camelot's downfall, grinned mischievously.
"And as for how you ended up here, well, I summoned you." She spun around dramatically, gesturing to our surroundings. "Welcome to your new abode!"
"New home?" I questioned.
"Yes, indeed. You'll understand in due time," Morgan replied with a nod. Her grin widened, now more menacing than friendly, sending a chill down my spine. "Your name is no longer Arturia Pendragon. It's just Art from now on."
"My name is Arturia Pendragon! No one can change it without my consent."
I gathered light around my hands as I lunged towards Morgan with Excalibur. But as I closed in on her, my body suddenly froze up as if resisting an invisible force. Even my mana, which usually enhanced my petite frame beyond its limits, refused to respond.
Morgan chuckled wickedly. "There's no use fighting back. You're trapped as long as that slave collar remains around your neck." She pointed at the metal collar that had gone unnoticed by me until then. "You'll soon realize that life from now on will be vastly different... Your freedom to choose is gone. I make all decisions for you now."
"I am not a slave and never will be one!"
Memories flooded back to me – memories of serving Morgan willingly and devotedly without needing any instruction.
"Arturia, fetch me my favorite drink," came Morgan's calm yet authoritative command.
"Of course... Mas-" I began obediently before abruptly turning with Excalibur aimed at her. "How dare you tamper with my mind like this!"
"Oh... I was hoping to see you play the obedient servant a little longer," Morgan pouted playfully. "But I should have expected this from someone who became King Arthur."
My body froze once more, frustratingly.
"How does it feel?" Morgan approached me and brushed her fingers over my lips teasingly. "Do you enjoy it?"
Heat rose to my cheeks as I unconsciously licked my lips in anticipation... What was I thinking?! In a swift motion, I bit down on the fingers that had almost...
Morgan giggled softly. "So close~ Almost had you sucking on them." The fabricated memories of serving her paused momentarily – a relief for me. "Are you ready to accept your new destiny?"
"I'd rather die than serve you!" I retorted defiantly.
"Resistance will not be tolerated!"
Thud. My body crumpled to the ground.
A searing wave of pain ripped through me, causing muscles to convulse and thrash uncontrollably. It felt like being simultaneously burned and frozen alive – an unimaginable agony engulfed every inch of me until finally subsiding into gasping breaths and trembling limbs.
"Obedience will be rewarded!"
I couldn't help but moan as waves of pleasure washed over me, unlike anything I'd ever felt before. My cheeks flushed with the fading euphoria, not from pleasure alone.
"Do you grasp your new role?"
A mix of pleasure and pain pulsed through me. Morgan was clearly skilled in delivering both sensations, causing involuntary shudders.
"Resisting is futile. Have you embraced your fate as a slave? A possession devoid of will, obeying only their master's commands."
Despite a fleeting urge to rebel, I defiantly declared, "Never! I am not a slave. I have my own will and freedom to choose."
"You've chosen poorly."
The following moments were consumed by excruciating pain that left me gasping for air. Each breath was a stark reminder of the torment endured.
"Each act of defiance will escalate the agony and prolong it. That was just half a second of pain."
Shivering and chilled, I realized Morgan's manipulation tactics aimed at breaking my resolve.
"The benefits of compliance can be exceedingly gratifying."
An intense climax overwhelmed me, surpassing any previous pleasure experienced under Morgan's influence. Gasping for breath in the aftermath, I contemplated the allure of cooperation to avoid further suffering.
As tempting thoughts crept in, urging submission for ultimate pleasure and relief from pain, I vehemently shook my head. Refusing to yield to Morgan meant preserving my humanity at all costs. Determined to resist until the bitter end...
Arturia - 1 Hour, 21 Minutes since Arturia's Capture
Virtual time: 5 Days, 18 Hours, 44 Minutes since Taming Cycle start
Struggling for breath, my flushed visage and gleaming form bore witness to the physical exertion. My breasts and vulva, engorged with blood, appeared to pulsate in the faint light, a tacit summons. Nipples erect and clitoris pulsing, yearning for attention. Sweet moisture trickled down my legs. The implanted memories of serving as Morgan's compliant slave had invaded my mind, blurring the boundaries between reality and fantasy. Time lost its meaning in the darkness surrounding me; efforts to tally were futile amidst the conflicting tides of pleasure and pain.
"Did you relish it? This is merely a glimpse of what awaits you as a devoted servant," Morgan queried, her words laced with a sinister undertone. A blush crept up my cheeks as I recollected the overpowering sensations that had engulfed me. Dark thoughts loomed ominously, tempting me to succumb to the torment plaguing my mind. The fusion of agony and ecstasy weakened my resolve, coaxing me towards submission.
"No! I must resist!" I silently objected as uncertainty chipped away at my determination. A sudden surge of memories assailed me, unearthing past horrors long buried within. The prospect of revisiting those traumas impelled me to comply with my captor's wishes; resistance seemed futile against the specter of previous anguish.
"This method is proving fruitless," Morgan sighed in disappointment. "Let's attempt something different." Her sadistic smile sent shivers down my spine. "Assume your stance! Feet apart, hands clasped behind your back, chest forward." To my amazement, my body moved instinctively without conscious consent, waves of pleasure coursing through me as I followed Morgan's orders.
"Well executed," she praised with a patronizing tone. "You're well on your way to becoming a Pokegirl!" Muted moans escaped me at her commendation; conflicting emotions swirled within as realization dawned upon me.
"What have you wrought upon me, Morgan? I obeyed you unquestioningly!" I erupted in anger.
"I demand silence unless addressed," Morgan replied casually, indifferent to my turmoil. Rage simmered beneath the surface as she issued further commands. This time, defiance flickered within me; attempts to budge or speak met fierce resistance from an unseen force holding me in place. "Disobedience warrants punishment!"
Trapped in immobility by an invisible restraint, fear gripped me as pain surged through every fiber of my being at the threat of retribution from my captor. Morgan cooed happily, "What a good girl! You have taken another step towards accepting your new status as a Pokegirl," as she continued to pat my head like I was a dog.
The fury that fueled my anger almost dissipated at Morgan's happy cooing and petting, mingled with the strange pleasure of obeying commands. Paradoxically, being treated like a good dog stoked my anger further. My burning rage erupted, and I nearly mustered the will to move my body when searing pain struck me. If the pleasure had been a gentle stream dousing my fiery anger, then the pain felt like an abrupt blast from a fire extinguisher.
Thus began a cruel cycle where I was alternately engulfed in pleasure and assailed by increasingly intense pain as retribution for my mounting fury and resistance to moving. Time blurred as I battled against the conflicting sensations. Sometimes victory over regaining control seemed within reach, while at other times the concept of resistance teetered on the brink of extinction. Throughout it all, Morgan continued her cheerful cooing and head-patting.
"Come on! I'm almost there…" I silently urged myself as a surge of newfound determination coursed through me after enduring countless setbacks and defeats. Just one more…"Bad girls are punished for disobeying!"
Just as I neared reclaiming control over my body, the world twisted into a nightmare. It felt akin to an Apollo Moon mission turning tragic when the lunar lander crashed before astronauts could set foot on the moon. Frustration overwhelmed me, screams escaping my lips as agony wracked my body.
The fiery rage and unwavering defiance were finally extinguished under overwhelming pressure. Despite resisting every torment thrown at me, this crushing defeat proved that resistance was futile. I couldn't keep track of time or attempts made; each effort faced insurmountable odds between succumbing to Morgan's coaxing pleasure or enduring excruciating pain for disobedience.
I gave in—it became too much.
My vision flickered with overwhelming pleasure washing over me. Moans and groans escaped me; what I thought was peak pleasure turned out to be just scratching the surface of what awaited at Morgan's hands.
"Good. Very good," Morgan muttered contentedly. "How does it feel to submit to me? It must be humiliating yet oddly satisfying."
Anger simmered beneath the surface; unwanted pleasure repulsed me—I'd rather die than acknowledge it! But for one fleeting moment, surrender seemed tempting… NO! My mind screamed in protest; how could surrender even cross my thoughts? This was merely… a tactical retreat! Yes, that's it—a strategic withdrawal to gather strength...
Morgan conjured a full-sized mirror before me and commanded, "Stare into your reflection."
Outrage surged within me at Morgan's audacity; though unable to move freely, my facial expressions betrayed my emotions.
Despite efforts to resist, a moan slipped past—how could I… resist!? My mind spiraled into chaos as anger dissipated swiftly while betrayal pulsed through every fiber of my being—an act put on only to lower Morgan's guard so I could strategize... A plan formed amidst biting back further sounds—less torture from Morgan meant more time for planning an escape...
Eyes shut tight against both pleasure and moans as thoughts raced for an escape route; initial plans halted abruptly when clouded by lustful desires evoked by Morgan's touch—I couldn't help but revel in her caresses... Wrongness pervaded every touch—stop this, Morgan!
Helpless gazes locked onto Morgan's hands exploring and teasing—I'm going to... No!
Forced into climax against all resolve—I screamed internally in ecstasy yet wallowed in its aftermath; shivers wracked through me despite knowing how wrong it all was—even if addiction loomed ahead...
"It only gets better," whispered Morgan seductively into my ear. "You'll only climax again if you call me 'Master' and beg."
Hesitation gripped me—recent experiences had weakened resolve greatly... No! My inner voice roared back with renewed vigor.
A sadistic grin crept across Morgan's face—a chill ran down my spine mirroring dread felt towards this unknown tormentor... Soon confirmed when cries of pleasure escaped followed swiftly by pleading under Morgan's manipulative handiwork.
Arturia - 2 hours and 31 minutes since Arturia's Capture
Virtual time: 8 days, 11 hours and 49 minutes since Taming Cycle start
Gazing at the mirror, I was taken aback by the reflection before me. The woman staring back seemed like a stranger, her expression radiating an unfamiliar sense of ecstasy in her unabashed nudity. Despite my disbelief, the undeniable reality of my own reflection confronted me.
A soft moan escaped my lips as my breasts were touched. Mixed emotions stirred within me at the sight of the other woman in the mirror – a woman who had brought both death and pleasure into my life. Here I was, being toyed with by someone who had caused immense suffering, yet also introduced me to a world of sensations previously unknown to me.
"Why?!" I silently screamed as another wave of pleasure was abruptly interrupted.
In the mirror's reflection, Morgan le Fay taunted me with a sly smile, her touch teasing but not fulfilling, leaving me wanting more.
Helpless groans filled the room as I shut my eyes, enduring yet another torment inflicted upon me. The relentless cycle of denied gratification and tantalizing touches pushed me to the brink of madness. While battlefield pain was familiar to me, this prolonged denial of release was a new form of anguish that tested my endurance.
As Morgan's caresses intensified, evoking both pleasure and frustration within me, I struggled to resist succumbing to her manipulative game. Each near climax felt more intense than the last, signaling a shift in my body's sensitivity brought on by relentless edging.
"What are you?" Morgan's seductive voice questioned as she skillfully kept me on edge without granting release.
The word "slave" lingered unspoken on my tongue as I fought against the rising desire for fulfillment that Morgan expertly controlled. With each tantalizing touch pushing me closer to climax, I reluctantly admitted, "A slave," torn between humiliation and anticipation.
In response to Morgan's probing question about ownership, I yielded with eagerness tinged with loss, conceding, "I belong to you, Master," anticipating what was to follow while feeling a pang of surrendering something precious.
Encouraged by Morgan's approval and final command to release, a surge of pleasure rippled through me as a change coursed through every fiber of my being. My mana coalesced at my core while an enigmatic glowing tattoo materialized on my stomach—a mark that forebode danger beyond its mere appearance.
Whispering seductively into my ear as she traced the newly formed runes on my skin, Morgan claimed dominion over me with possessive allure: "You now belong to me entirely—mind, body, and soul."
Morgan - 2 hours and 58 minutes since Arturia's Capture
Virtual time: 8 days, 12 hours and 24 minutes since Taming Cycle start
"You now belong to me, my Pokegirl. Mine in mind, body, and soul," I whispered alluringly into Arturia's ear as I rubbed the new runes on my slave's stomach. Arturia Pendragon now belonged to me in the eyes of the law! She was no longer a temporary property of mine that could be confiscated for a myriad of reasons that the authorities could make up. I had laid claim to Arturia; she was now marked not just on her body but engraved on her mind and soul. If anyone tried to take Arturia from me, then I would have the law on my side to get the aid of the police and the courts.
The fledgling connection that made Arturia my familiar, or more commonly known as Pokeslaves in this world where I had reincarnated and lived for three decades, allowed me to peek into her emotions. What I could sense was just the surface of her thoughts. Still, it was enough for me to detect Arturia's fury, and she wanted to refute.
I didn't even need to do anything when the genes that made Arturia and her kin, Pokeslaves, naturally submissive to their owners whom they had bonded with. My eyes glanced at Arturia's furious expression that softened. Her expression changed to bliss as she no doubt felt her newfound submissive genes kick into effect after bonding with me.
It might be unwise to test the growing bond, but I was too curious. I peered into Arturia's mind.
I could sense jolts of pleasure extinguishing Arturia's anger as her mind futilely resisted the ecstasy and thoughts that she belonged to me started repeating in her mind. It didn't take too long before Arturia's weakened and exhausted will faltered.
"I-argh… Understand-argh! I…argh… belong… argh… to… you-argh!" Arturia moaned in pleasure.
"You're so smart! Good girl!" I happily cooed as I rubbed Arturia's head and stomach affectionately. "You narrowly avoided weeks of constant edging and ruined orgasms if you hadn't submitted just now."
My lips curled upwards when I felt Arturia shiver in my arms. The dread she felt while seriously considering the possible suffering from constant edging and ruined orgasms struck fear into Arturia. She shuddered while shaking her head, probably dismissing the frightening possibility that could have become a reality if she had stubbornly resisted me.
I chuckled as I reached for my Pokeslave's breasts, relishing in the response that quickened my pulse. Despite Arturia's prolonged reactions, tormenting her still thrilled me endlessly. Capturing King Arthur, the leader of Camelot and the legendary Knights of the Round Table, filled me with delight. However, I had to remind myself that Arturia wasn't entirely mine; though subdued for now, a fatal blow to her willpower hadn't been dealt yet. She still had the potential to break free since the Masterball severely limited her ability to retaliate against me - bound by a slave crest that prevented escape or resistance.
Arturia transformed into a symphony of moans as I toyed with her breasts, each pitch and volume change amusing and exciting me until she abruptly fell silent, shooting me a shocked glance silently questioning if I had climaxed on her.
"What's wrong with having an orgasm? You're my sex toy after all; it's only natural that I use you," I declared proudly as my fingers trailed slowly towards her groin. "It's time for dessert."
Tension gripped Arturia in my embrace, but she shuddered and let out a muffled moan; waves of contentment washing over her thanks to the slave crest embedded in Pokeslave genes suppressing resistance and molding them into their master's desires.
What followed took me by surprise: A renewed defiance burst forth, pushing my arms away from her body without further ado; her expressions shifting between discomfort and anger constantly.
"I knew you still had fight in you - how could King Arthur be easily bent into submission!" I chuckled while applauding this revelation. My voice dripped with sadistic satisfaction. "Breaking you even further brings me immense pleasure."
Unfortunately, my budding bond as Arturia's Tamer hindered me from delving deeper into her surface thoughts and emotions. Pain and stern warnings chipped away at her anger, while pleasure and enticing promises only served to weaken her resolve against harming me further.
"It took quite a fortune and many favors to acquire a specially modified Pokeball to capture and transform you into a Pokeslave, but now that I see the results, I am pleased with my decision," I giggled happily while studying Arturia's expression and catching glimpses of her thoughts. As a seasoned politician raised as a potential queen destined to inherit a throne that Arturia had taken from me, I was grateful for those skills. Without them, I might have regretted the money and favors spent on obtaining an illegally modified 'Masterball.' It had been an investment that pained me deeply; four years of efforts invested in an uncertain future.
In Morgan's mind swirled thoughts about what traits truly defined a Master – control so absolute it became indistinguishable from freedom, power wielded effortlessly yet subtly like an invisible hand guiding fate itself. The allure of dominance over another being pulsed through Morgan's veins like an intoxicating drug, fueling every dark desire within her twisted soul.
Arturia's furious expression shifted to neutrality, which didn't surprise me. If anything, her containment of anger mirrored what I would do in her place. Provoking me wouldn't yield any benefits as my response would be swift and punishing.
"In case you hadn't figured it out yet, I've captured and transformed you into a slave," I giggled at Arturia's misfortune that I had orchestrated.
I mentally chuckled at Arturia's bewildered expression, indicating her desire for more information. However, I had no intention of explaining the details to her; leaving her in the dark brought me enjoyment as her ignorance fueled her despair.
The enigmatic figure or group known as Subeke deserved recognition; their unmatched genius persisted centuries later despite their mysterious disappearance. No one had come close to replicating Subeke's creations of Pokeslaves or potentially reversing the effects of the Pokeslave genes binding them to humanity.
If I attempted to replicate Subeke's mastery of genetics and the mind, my efforts would pale in comparison. My works would be insignificant compared to Subeke's unrivaled genius; relying mostly on brute force likely resulting in failure or undesirable outcomes. An example of my inferiority was Mordred's rebellion against my plans—failing to achieve the desired results.
Subeke could have effortlessly created an obedient Mordred who would have dethroned Arturia without disrupting the kingdom like my attempts did.
"I don't know what you've done to me," Arturia glared at me, "but your control over me is only possible because this," she pointed at the metal collar around her neck, "restrains my powers and prevents escape. Without it, you'd face my wrath!"
I laughed while concealing my discomfort caused by Arturia's words. The slave collar facilitated Arturia's containment within the Pokeball by acting as a conduit for its influence over her. Despite being stopped from escaping by the collar initially, it became irrelevant once the slave crest activated—designed to enforce obedience until she accepted a Tamer (me) as her master.
"Even without this collar," I bluffed confidently,"I could still control you."
"Stop with your excuses! Remove this collar and face my blade!" growled Arturia menacingly.
"Go ahead then!" I smiled dismissively while gesturing casually."There's no point resisting anymore."
The astonishment on Arturia's face when her slave collar vanished was so endearing that it tempted me to capture that moment forever in a picture. An excited vigor surged through Arturia as she regained control over her mana; summoning Excalibur and armor before charging towards me.
I remained unfazed by Arturia's actions, wearing a taunting smile. I didn't flinch as Excalibur stopped mere millimeters from my neck, the bladed edge pressing against my skin. My confidence that my life was not in danger stemmed not from the slave collar adorning Arturia's neck or the glowing slave crest above her pussy hindering her attempts to harm me and enforce obedience.
My fearlessness stemmed from a simple truth - Arturia and I perceived only illusions, not through magecraft but electronic data rendered with astonishing realism. Any pain or harm inflicted upon me would remain inconsequential, shielded by the flawless virtual reality conjured by the Pokeball and Pokedex.
Refocusing on Arturia, her frustration radiated palpably without delving into her innermost thoughts. The subtle influence of the slave collar and crest intrigued me, prompting a peek into Arturia's surface emotions. Surprisingly, her inability to strike back felt almost self-destructive. Her futile attempts to harm me triggered primal survival instincts, causing her body to instinctively recoil from mine.
"Do you see now? Unless you've conquered your survival instincts and opted for self-destruction, you won't be able to end my existence!" I chuckled at her fruitless endeavors. "Now, be a good girl and stow away your weapons."
Arturia blinked in astonishment as her body complied, leaving her exposed once again.
"Good girl," I cooed while embracing her, relishing in the pleasure of her compliance. "You and I have a promising future together."
As Arturia struggled to muffle escaping moans, stunned by the unfolding events replaying in her mind, I refrained from elaborating on how the slave collar served as a conduit for the Pokeball's Taming Cycle or how the slave crest activated Pokeslave genes.
A notification alerted me to an urgent matter in the real world.
"It appears our time is up. It's bedtime for you," I said with a smile.
Before Arturia could reply, drowsiness enveloped her. Despite fighting off sleep with weary eyes that refused to stay open, she eventually succumbed with a soft snore.
"What needs attending?" I pondered before severing the link between my consciousness and the virtual reality overseen by the Pokedex.
The Knights of the Round Table - 4 hours since Arturia's Capture
In the an area of space outside of space and time, a place called the Throne of Heroes, where Heroic Spirits resided after death and escaped the reincarnation cycle, the Knights of the Round Table gathered, their faces etched with concern. They had sensed a disturbance in the fabric of reality, a ripple that could only mean one thing - their king was in peril.
"My fellow knights," Lancelot spoke, his voice grave. "Our king, Arturia Pendragon, has been taken from us. We must act swiftly to ensure her safe return."
Gawain, ever loyal to his liege, stepped forward. "I will not rest until our king is found. Whoever dares to lay a hand on her shall face the full might of the Round Table."
Bedivere, Arturia's most trusted confidant, nodded in agreement. "Our king has always been a beacon of hope and justice. We cannot allow her light to be extinguished."
As the knights discussed their plan of action, Merlin, the enigmatic wizard, appeared before them. His expression was somber, his eyes filled with a knowing sadness.
"I fear that Arturia's capture is part of a greater plot," Merlin said, his voice heavy with foreboding. "The forces at work here are beyond even my comprehension."
The knights fell silent, the gravity of the situation sinking in. They knew that rescuing Arturia would be no easy task, but they were prepared to face any challenge for the sake of their beloved king.
"We will not falter," Lancelot declared, his resolve unwavering. "Arturia has always been there for us, and now it is our turn to be there for her. We will bring her home, no matter the cost."
As the knights rallied together, their determination burning bright, they knew that the battle ahead would be their greatest yet. But for Arturia, they would fight to the very end.