Chapter Five "Real Sparring"
Morgan – 11 hours and 28 minutes since Arturia's Capture
I groaned in pain, my vision swimming as I struggled to remain standing. I couldn't spot any injuries, but I didn't trust my eyes in my current state. With difficulty, I reached for a pouch on my waistbelt, fumbling with the zipper before finally opening it on the fourth attempt.
My hands grabbed the first item I touched as struggled to see through my flickering vision. As long as it wasn't poison, I didn't care what it was. I tore off the spray head, not wanting to be a miser in my current situation.
I drank the bottle's contents without hesitation.
The cool liquid soothed my throat, and while I didn't feel more energized, my vision stabilized. I sighed, looking at the empty Potion bottle designed for minor injuries or emergency first aid.
Tossing the bottle aside, I grabbed an Elixir from my recovery pouch and drank it carelessly. My exhaustion faded as mana filled my magic circuits.
With my health and mana no longer an issue, I slowly sipped on a Max Potion and Max Elixir. Some might call it extravagant, but the grand magic ritual I performed to activate my Team Rocket failsafes had taken a great toll on my health and mana. I refused to take any risks.
After drinking the potions, I focused my mind to check if any failsafes had failed to activate. To my delight, all had gone off without a problem, ensuring the Knights of the Round Table wouldn't find my traces anytime soon.
"Now what should I do?" I wondered, grabbing my Pokedex. My pondering was cut short by an incoming call. "Hello," I answered. "I was wondering if you wanted to meet up…"
Arturia – 12 hours and 05 minutes since Arturia's Capture
"Art come on out!" Morgan's voice echoed in my mind.
I let out a sigh of relief as I was spared from another session of what Morgan called "training" and so far there had been three forms of "training" I had received at her hands. The first and most common was "obedience training" which purpose was self-explanatory, the second one was Morgan groping my body and the third one was the one I liked the most out of two types of encounters I had with Morgan since my capture, combat training.
That wasn't to say I wanted to experience combat training if I had the choice. I would very much choose freedom if that was possible. It was the least humiliating and degrading treatment I received from Morgan as I wasn't forced to respond to demeaning comments or act out humiliating actions. My cheeks turned slightly red and my groin started to ache.
Combat training was the closest thing that I had to freedom as while I received orders to execute a certain move, I had some control over my actions. And, I loved learning more moves because…
"What am I thinking!?" I slapped my cheeks. "What Morgan is doing is wrong. She is conditioning me to obey…" A moan escaped my lips even when I tried to deny it. "It's not the worst…"
My distracted mind returned to my surroundings as I was no longer trapped within the confines of my Pokeball and released to find myself in a large flat grass field.
I also noticed that I was not alone with Morgan.
A woman stood opposite of Morgan. She had a striking figure - a beautiful, athletic woman in her late twenties with fair, flawless skin and regal features. Her most distinctive trait is her long, deep violet hair that appears almost black in some lights. Piercing crimson eyes glow with an otherworldly light, hinting at her supernatural nature. She wore a formfitting light purple bodysuit that was semi-translucent, nearly making her seem she was wearing no cloth over it if it wasn't for the dark bikini covering her breasts and her groin/ass, and her limbs were properly armored. Around her waist is a belt with pouches, and I noticed there were several pokeballs hanging on the belt.
The woman carried a deadly, elegant warrior aura - beautiful yet intimidating, regal yet battle-ready. A woman, which my instincts told me, would be a challenging opponent that I would have been hard-pressed to defeat in my unrestrained and freed state.
"Is this the King Arthur I heard so much about in my previous life," said the woman as she walked around me and inspected me like I was an object. "Let's see…"
I was about to snap at how this new woman was treating me like I wasn't a person, but a human-shaped weapon when Morgan's voice echoed in my mind, "Don't even think about it. Remember your place!"
My mind recoiled at Morgan's anger, but my body didn't reflect what happened inside. I smiled as I heard the scathing review and nodded as if every word was really appreciated. What blew me off was when the woman started on my physical appearance and how I was lacking as a female.
"You have a long way to go," the woman smiled to Morgan. "You're relying on the Slave Collar to forcefully stop your Pokegirl from showing her emotions. A true Tamer would use the Slave Collar as an aid, not the crutch to keep a pokeslave in line."
"Look Scathach," sighed Morgan. "Give me some slack. I just started training my Pokegirl a day ago after I captured her, and I am a novice Tamer. That's why I sought your advice and asked you to be here."
"At least you can admit your inability as a Tamer. This is the first step of becoming a greater Tamer." Scathach replied while smiling. "Let me show you my masterpiece worthy of an expert Tamer." She reached for one of her Pokeballs attached to her belt. "Come on out, Cu!"
Out of the Pokeball came a red laser and it materialized to become a tall, lean man in his mid-twenties with a muscular build. His skin was fair, slightly tanned, and his face is handsome with a roguish charm. His most striking feature is his wild, spiky blue hair that stands up like it's charged with static. His eyes are a piercing, intense red. He wore a form-fitting blue bodysuit with silver accents, emphasizing his physique…
My eyes widened as my lower part started to ache.
Scathach raised a brow. "Didn't you say that your Pokegirl was asexual. That she was not sexually interested in either men or women?" She asked while looking at Morgan. "You can't give me incorrect information if you want my help, Morgan."
"I didn't," Morgan replied, shaking her head. "My Pokegirl spent a majority of her life living as a boy then man." A grin slowly crept upwards. "Thanks to my training she must have had a sexual awakening!"
"What, no! Never!" I protested loudly. In response, Morgan and Scathach stared back looking not at my eyes but somewhere else. "I would-"
My mouth stopped moving when I felt something wet down my ankles and what felt like a droplet transformed into a trickle that morphed into an increasing flow. I looked down to the horrifying discovery that the fluid originated from between my thighs, which was aching and screaming for me to touch.
I blushed and brought my thighs together. My hands moved to wipe…
"No, Art. Bad girl!" Morgan barked and she slapped my hands to the side. "You must embrace it. This is a part of being a Pokeslave!"
My anger was about to explode when a jolt of pain ran through my body and I froze up.
"Hands behind your head and spread your legs."
Fury was never born as more pain wrecked my body, quickly suppressing my anger as my body followed Morgan's command and pleasure washed over me. I bit my lips and held back the moans.
"You've made some progress," Scathach chirped. "It's rather impressive since you captured your Pokegirl about a day ago. Do you use Level 4 Taming Cycle by any chance?"
"Of course not! I did use Level 2 Taming Cycle shortly just for Art's combat training, but otherwise used Level 1. That would take a lot of fun out of breaking her will." Morgan replied before turning her eyes upon me. "Spread those legs wider. I want to see how wet you are."
One jolt of pain and automatically my body listened all while I was commanding my body not to listen. I didn't know if it was due to the slave collar around my neck, the slave crest on my groin or the conditioning of my training, but my legs widened to Morgan's delight and I closed my eyes while blushing.
"Look, she's soaking wet."
I simmered at how I was being treated, but didn't dare to act up as the punishment was not worth it. What was worse was that the two women launched into a heated discussion while looking at me like I was fascinating object.
While Morgan and Scathach were talking to each other, the man, who I had been staring at previously and soaking my panties with arousal, walked up to me.
"Get used to it," he said. "My name is Cu Chulainn. I take it you're King Arthur?"
My eyes widened as I recognized the name. Cu Chulainn, birth name Setanta, was a hero that predated my era. The Celts might have been my enemies often, but I knew their legends especially some about Cu Chulainn. He was a fearsome and loyal hero who deserved praise.
"Yes, that's right." I nodded. "How can you tolerate all this?"
"You just get used to it," Cu Chulainn admitted, straight-faced. "You have to accept it. There is no win–"
Our Tamers stopped talking as they glanced at our direction.
"I completely forget about you, Cu." Scathach smirked as she walked over to Cu Chulainn and look towards Morgan. "As you have likely noticed, you weren't the only one to think about our previous life and summon a Servant. Cu, here." She started rubbing Cu Chulainn under the chin like he was a dog.
"Just look at him. I've trained him well, haven't I?" She circled around the blue-haired warrior, admiring his chiseled physique and fierce expression. "He's got the perfect build for a fighter. Strong, agile, powerful. And that wild mane of blue hair - it suits him, don't you think?"
"And just look at that handsome face," Scathach purred, tracing a finger along Cu Chulainn's jawline. "Those striking red eyes, that chiseled bone structure. He's got the rugged good looks of a true Celtic warrior."
She stepped back and gave Cu Chulainn an appraising once-over. "That sculpted physique, those broad shoulders and narrow waist. He's like a work of art, perfectly proportioned. And those rippling muscles - the result of countless hours of rigorous training under my expert guidance."
Scathach smirked and gave Cu Chulainn a playful slap on the rear. "Plus he's got a great ass. Firm and toned, like the rest of him. I bet he could crack walnuts with those glutes." She grinned sadistically while tapping at his groin. "You also cannot forget about his long, fat dick." She glanced at me before turning to Morgan. "No women would leave at satisfied if you wanted a go with Cu. It's no surprise that Art was sexually attracted to such a magnificent example of the male specimen."
Scathach reached out and patted Cu Chulainn on the head. "He's loyal and obedient too. Always eager to please his master. I can make him sit, stay, or attack on my command."
Cu Chulainn growled under his breath but held still as Scathach continued to show him off like a prize-winning show dog.
Cu Chulainn flushed, but remained silent, as Scathach just laughed. "Oh don't look so embarrassed, my little wolfhound. You should be proud of that body. After all, I'm the one who crafted it to perfection."
"Yes, I'm quite proud of how this one turned out," Scathach declared with a grin. "Cu Chulainn - my greatest creation. An unparalleled warrior and the perfect hunting hound, forever at the heel of his mistress. Devastatingly handsome and absolutely lethal. I dare say no one else could have molded him so flawlessly."
"I hear you are far from receiving the well sought after designation as Master Tamer," Morgan responded cheekily. "That designation, I believe, is something you can get after passing all eight PokeGyms."
Scathach glared at Morgan but replied cooly, "Winning a single PokeGym badge isn't a simple matter. Every Gym Leader has Pokemons or Pokeslaves that reach the Master-level. They just seal their Pokemons' or Pokeslaves' levels to match the challengers that they are supposed to be testing. Cu is currently limited to Level 50 up until I get all eight PokeGym badges that allow me to unseal Cu's Legendary-rank abilities, and it isn't easy defeating more than 3 Master-level Pokemons and Pokeslaves in a row."
"You can simply solve the issue by bringing more Pokemons or Pokeslaves."
"I am only going to ever keep one Pokeboy, and that is my precious Cu," Scathach replied while rubbing Cu Chulainn's chin affectionately. "Isn't that right, Cu?"
"Well we have been wasting enough time, let's get on with the real reason why we are here." Morgan asserted. "Let's start the PokeBattle. I want to know how well Art does in real life."
"You better release Art from your command," Scathach looked cheekily at my direction. "Or are you thinking about having her fight with her hands behind her head and spread legs?"
Morgan clicked her fingers and the force holding me locked into the humiliating position finally released. I sighed in relief as my muscles were getting sore from holding that position for so long.
Cu Chulainn walked onto the center of the grass field, and I responded the same.
He faced me as his muscular frame rippling beneath his battle-worn bodysuit. A gleaming metal spear formed in his hands, its razor-sharp point poised to strike.
"Let the battle begin! Cu Chulainn, use Slash!"
The Irish warrior sprung into action, closing the distance between us in the blink of an eye. His spear whistled through the air, aimed squarely at my heart.
"Arturia, counter with Sacred Sword!" Morgan commanded, her voice steady and sure.
A blade materialized in my hand. My blade flashed with holy light as I swung it to meet Cu Chulainn's spear. The weapons clashed in a burst of sparks and we both leapt back.
"Arturia, use Aerial Ace!" Morgan called out.
I leapt into the air, my sword poised to strike as I descended upon Cu Chulainn with blinding speed. He barely managed to parry the blow, stumbling back from the force of the impact.
"Cu Chulainn, use Grapple!" Scathach ordered, her eyes narrowing.
The Irish warrior dropped his spear and surged forward, his hands seeking to grab me in a crushing embrace. But I was too quick, dancing back out of reach.
"Arturia, use Leaf Blade!" Morgan commanded.
I darted forward, my sword glowing green as I slashed at Cu Chulainn in a flurry of strikes. He grunted in pain as the razor-sharp leaves sliced at his flesh.
"Cu Chulainn, use Fury Cutter!" Scathach called out.
Cu Chulainn snatched up his spear and launched himself at me, his weapon moving in a series of lightning-fast slashes. I parried desperately, but I was driven back by the sheer ferocity of the assault.
"Arturia, use Psycho Cut!" Morgan shouted.
I focused my mind, my blade glowing with psychic energy as I slashed at Cu Chulainn. The mental assault disoriented him, leaving him open to a potential follow-up attack.
"Cu Chulainn, use Recover!" Scathach commanded, her brow furrowed with concern.
A soft green glow enveloped Cu Chulainn and his wounds began to heal. He straightened, his eyes blazing with renewed determination.
"Arturia, use Crush!" Morgan called out, her voice ringing with confidence.
I leapt forward, bringing my sword down in a devastating overhead blow. Cu Chulainn raised his spear to block, but the sheer power of the strike shattered his weapon, leaving him defenseless.
"Cu Chulainn, use Slash!" Scathach ordered, her voice tight with tension.
The Irish warrior materialized another spear, lashing out at me. I twisted aside, the blade grazing my exposed skin, proof that despite my torso being clad in a metal bikini, the Conceptual Armor really did protect as Morgan had claimed, as it passed.
"Arturia, use Stab!" Morgan commanded, seizing the opening.
I lunged forward, my sword piercing Cu Chulainn's bodysuit and sinking deep into his flesh. The Irish warrior cried out in agony, sinking to his knees as blood poured from the wound.
But even as he fell, Cu Chulainn refused to yield. With a roar of defiance, he surged to his feet, his hands wreathed in crackling bolts of electricity.
"Cu Chulainn, use Thunder Stab!" Scathach shouted, her voice filled with fierce pride.
The Irish warrior lunged forward, his spear racing at me in a relentless barrage. I staggered under the onslaught, my sword struggling to keep most of the attacks from hitting my body. A couple hit my body, but most of them left only scratches as I moved my armored limbs to take the blows. One particularly strong attack managed to get through my defense and hit me in the chest where my heart would be.
Bikini armor or not, the Conceptual Armor took the blow and in my mind, I felt a connection to the armor that I hadn't been ever aware of before. The message that my Conceptual Armor was down to 78% rang in my mind, warning me to not take any more damage and if I wanted to repair the lost durability by using my mana. I ignored the mental messages and focused on the continuing spear thrusts.
"Arturia, use Sacred Sword!" Morgan commanded, her voice ringing with power.
My blade blazed with holy light as I swung it in a wide arc, the sacred energy engulfing Cu Chulainn. The Irish warrior was sent flying backward, his body slamming into the ground with bone-crushing force.
For a long moment, the battlefield was silent save for our ragged breathing. Cu Chulainn and I stared at each other from across the churned and broken ground, our bodies battered and bruised, but our spirits unbroken. And then, as if by some unspoken signal, we charged forward once more, our weapons ready. The clash of steel on steel rang out across the field and the voices of our Tamers shouted what moves to execute and how.
Back and forth the battle raged, each of us unleashing a dizzying array of moves and countermoves under the guidance of our Tamers. My sword was a blur of motion, meeting Cu Chulainn's spear in a constant clash of steel on steel. The ground around us was churned to mud, stained with our sweat and blood.
But despite the ferocity of our clash, neither of us could gain a decisive advantage. My advantage lay in my greater strength and endurance to take more damage than my opponent while Cu Chulainn had the advantage of superior agility and reach thanks to his longer spear. We tried to best use our advantages and exploit the other's weaknesses, but the fight continued with no one side coming out better than the other.
"Enough!" Morgan shouted in a raspy voice that seemed like she would lose it if she continued using it to give me orders.
"I second that!" added Scathach in a similar tone. "Our voices will die out before the fight ends."
I stopped moving and Cu Chulainn did the same. We stood facing each other, our chests heaving with exertion. My Conceptual Armor's ability to resist damage had long been depleted and cuts and bruises covered my body. Cu Chulainn didn't seem in any better condition to me.
But still, we refused to yield, our eyes locked in a fierce stare of determination.
We were able to fight even if our Tamers' voices nearly died out.
"Stop!" Both our Tamers screamed, but we wanted to continue.
My body acted as if obeying despite my will to continue, and I felt the adrenaline coursing through my blood slowly die down. I noticed something that had been suppressed by the adrenaline and my utter focus on the fight. My body's reaction for obeying Morgan was finally catching up, and the pleasure that had been building and suppressed came rushing to the surface. It started as a tingling warmth deep inside me, growing in intensity with each passing second. The sensation radiated outward, spreading through my core and into my limbs.
I tried to suppress it as my breath quickened and my pulse raced as the pleasure mounted. It built and built, like a wave cresting higher and higher, but my attempts to quell the feeling failed, and it finally broke. A soft moan escaped my lips as the orgasm crashed through me, sending shockwaves of bliss rippling across every nerve, and I screamed. My body trembled and tensed as the intense sensations peaked and then gradually ebbed, leaving me spent and satisfied in the afterglow.
"Haha!" Scathach laughed as she hugged her stomach. "I think we can declare that it was my win. This might not have been a SexBattle, but PokeBattle technically ends when one side is unable to continuing fighting, and having an orgasm and being unable to fight immediately gain certain fits that bill."
"Yes, I will have to agree with you there," Morgan nodded.
As the afterglow started to fade, I was too exhausted to be angry at how I was being treated. I just needed some time to recover, then I would show my resistance!
Scathach with a knowing smile looked down at me. "You've made a good start with Arturia, but there's still much room for improvement if you want her to be a truly exceptional Pokeslave."
I shuddered, torn between conflicting emotions. It shouldn't be possible... yet a part of me thrilled at Scathach's praise. No! I had to focus on resisting, not giving in to temptation!
"First," Scathach circled around me appraisingly, "you need to focus more on her sexual conditioning. Make Arturia embrace her newfound sexuality, use it to further bind her to your will."
My ache that had been satisfied a moment ago started to flare up again when it had been extinguished not too long ago. I blushed as I recalled how I had been attracted to a male for the first time in twenty years since Merlin, with my consent, had me undergoing rigorous mental training to kill my attraction for males. Twenty years where I disguised myself as a male and as King Arthur had finally been shattered. The moment I thought about how my sexual attraction to males had awoken made my cheeks redden a darker shade as I recalled all the times Morgan had made me orgasm with her hands, and how I might also be attracted to females.
"Reward her obedience with pleasure, punish defiance with denial and discomfort." Scathach traced her finger along my collarbone. "Keep her in a constant state of arousal, always craving your touch, your approval. Make her associate submission with ecstasy until she can no longer distinguish between the two."
The ache got even worse, but this time I finally had the energy to feel angry. There was no way I would allow what Scathach was saying to happen. I would kill Scathach and Morgan if it wasn't for the slave collar and crest restraining what I could do.
My eyes were forced to meet Scathach's gaze as she gripped my chin.
"Break her pride, shatter that stubborn will. Humiliate her, degrade her, until she accepts her place at your feet. Only then can you rebuild her into the perfect servant." Scathach released my chin and turned back to Morgan. "Intensify her physical training as well. Push her to her limits and beyond. Hone her body into a deadly weapon, utterly loyal to your command."
As if I could easily fall for such a simple plan!
The purple-haired woman smirked, my furious expression apparently amusing her to no end. "And don't neglect her more intimate education either. Teach her to pleasure you, to anticipate your desires. Her body and soul should be yours to use as you see fit." Scathach placed a hand on Morgan's shoulder. "Be ruthless in your methods but reward her devotion. In time, she will come to crave your dominance, to find purpose in her submission. And then, my dear, you will have forged an unbreakable bond and an unparalleled tool to enact your will."
Morgan – 14 hours and 46 minutes since Arturia's Capture
I mulled over Scathach's advice, my mind already spinning with ideas. Everything she told me, I'd read in the training manuals, but hearing it straight from a veteran Tamer herself? Way more reassuring. It was like a confidence booster shot straight to the brain.
My eyes fall upon the furious Arturia. Perhaps it was time to up the ante, to push her training regime to new heights. I had wanted to take a softer and slower approach where I lightly tapped away with a chisel at Arturia's resistance. What Scathach was suggesting did have some merit; there was no problem with hammering away with a chisel.
A devious smile played across my lips as an idea took shape. I would set up a series of challenges, each more daunting than the last. Arturia would have to navigate treacherous terrain, battle fearsome opponents, and demonstrate unwavering loyalty in the face of temptation.
And the rewards for success? My smile widened. I would grant Arturia a taste of pleasure beyond her wildest dreams, sensations so intense they bordered what her mind could withstand. The perfect incentive to drive my Pokeslave to even greater feats of devotion.
But the punishments for failure would be equally severe. I envisioned Arturia bound and helpless, denied even the slightest shred of dignity or comfort until she learned the true cost of defiance. Only through suffering would she be reforged, tempered into a weapon of unbreakable loyalty.
Yes, I decided, it was time to escalate Arturia's training. To mold her, body and soul, into the ultimate slave. No matter how arduous the path or how steep the price, I would see my vision realized. And Arturia would thank me for it in the end, grateful for the purpose and pleasure her Tamer bestowed.
I grabbed a pokeball and it was funny to see Arturia's frightened expression as I recalled her.