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"What are you doing?" Anna shouted as the Machoke strode towards her, moving past the Golem it had just KO'd. "Call him back!"

"Nope. You lost...now you have to accept your punishment." Neal smiled evilly as he felt his arousal rise, watching the Machoke reach out and rip the shirt off of his victim; this was easily his favorite part of every victory, at least every victory where he could get away with it. Anna tried to pull back but Machoke grabbed her arm with a powerful hand and yanked her close, tearing away her skirt and panties with another yank and leaving her fully exposed. Then he clicked off his belt and pulled down his own garment, revealing a rapidly-erecting mass of impressive proportions to his intended victim.

Her eyes went wide at the sight. "No! You, you can't! Please!"

"I'd like to see you stop him, bitch." Of course, Neal knew full well that she couldn't, not when Machoke already had her in his grip. That didn't mean she didn't try to struggle and fight, but there was nothing to do against a Pokémon known for immense physical strength.

Anna, too, realized the struggle was fruitless, though that hardly changed her behavior as she attempted to twist her way out of the Pokémon's grip. All that did was get her a sore arm, and as soon as Machoke had her leg in its other hand there was no doubt as to what was going to happen to her. She cried out loudly as he plunged in brutishly, burying his full length inside her all in one go, her body putting up no more fight to the intrusion than it did to his grip. As soon as he was in, he started ramming hard, providing her no opportunity to catch up with what was happening to her. Despite all the suddenness and harshness, she found herself struggling and failing to contain moans in between her cries for him to stop.

"Fuck, that went in without a hitch. But you probably expected that, didn't you, you slut? I'll bet you get dicked by that Golem all the time, loosened you up just right." Neal laughed as he stroked himself, listening to Anna's cries and moans. The bitch loved it, as all of them did; every time they fought against it, the result was the same, they loved his Machoke's cock in their cunts. That was all female trainers really wanted, especially female trainers with male Pokémon; he knew they all secretly just wanted to be fucked by Pokémon, and he was there to make sure they got just that, whether they said they did or not. He would have loved to fuck them himself, but he wasn't interested in leaving them with evidence that they might use to track him down. But his Machoke did enough of the work for him, and he got off just the same.

Anna finally dropped the pretense, all her emissions quelled except for what the pleasure of the hard fucking drove out of her. Even Machoke's snicker seemed to be mocking her for giving in so quickly, and he pumped in harder and more carelessly just to play off her compliance, but she knew she didn't have to put up the act any longer, they were both suckered in. She really was enjoying the ruthless fuck she was getting; it was why she'd been the one to play victim to Neal in the first place, and she wanted to get the full ride before the plan went into action.

It was still a quick ride - Neal didn't want to linger, in case someone heard what was going on. They were in a very isolated area, but not completely untraveled, and he hadn't gotten away with this so often by dilly-dallying. Machoke was well aware of this, so he didn't spend more than a couple minutes hammering away at his willing bitch, thrusting fast and deep until he slammed home and shot plentiful amounts of his batter into Anna. He could feel her tighten and squuirm around her as her own juices miked with his, coming to climax just from his cock alone. He was openly grinning and laughing as he pulled out and let go - she must really have liked that, it was a shave he couldn't have another go at her.

Neal was thinking along the same lines, but prudence got the better of him. "Let's get out of here, Machoke, she'll have to come find us if she wants...more?" His voice trailed off into confusion as he tried to turn his body, but couldn't; it was like something was locking him into place, he couldn't even move a muscle apart from his face.

"Wh-what's going on? Machoke, come on! Get me out of this!" But Machoke couldn't move either; it was as if something was holding him perfectly still, just like Neal. Confused, he glared at Anna, who was still able to move...in fact, grinning devilishly at him, despite being almost fully naked and dripping his Pokémon's seed out of her. "What's so funny, bitch?"

"You haven't guessed yet? Guess you're still thinking with the wrong head." She gave a pat to the Golem, who was inexplicably standing up, apparently none the worse for wear. "Neal Revholm...I figured you couldn't pass up this opportunity. Dressed like that, carrying a male Golem, I must have been your stereotype of a slut just begging to be fucked, right?"

"Shut up, bitch, no one asked you-" Neal was cut off as his throat tightened, and he didn't know why. His eyes widened as he felt some slight pain and shortness of breath, before it let up just slightly, allowing him to breathe.

"You didn't ask, but you're going to hear it anyway. This was a set-up, you fucker. You fell into a trap." She smiled maliciously at Neal, who suddenly found himself at a loss. "Did you really think no one would find out about the rapes? When lots of girls all talk about the guy with the Machoke that violated them, the pattern gets pretty easy to figure out."

"Bullshit. There wasn't any rape. Those girls wanted to be-"

"No they didn't, asshole. No matter what you say, no matter what your depraved mind tries to justify, they didn't want it. And you still went forward with it, because you're an asshole who loves raping girls, having power over them, feeling like you're just the big boss rather than the pathetic worm you really are." Neal's throat constricted again before he even had a chance to speak. "And you'll just keep doing the same thing until you're stopped. Believe me, I'm not the only one in on this, there's been a few of us working out how we were going to get you...I just happened to be the perfect bait, a girl who really does enjoy getting rough with Pokémon, who wouldn't have a problem getting a dick in me to distract you long enough to get you right where I want you. You're a pretty pathetically easy mark, but then again, that makes it all the better, since it didn't take much effort to catch you."

"What the fuck did you do to us, bitch?"

"Nothing. That would be Ba'ar doing that." Suddenly Neal was turned around bodily, acting without volition, his eyes brought to the Abra floating behind him. "Like I said, easy mark, too busy jerking yourself to notice a Pokémon sneaking up behind you."

"Let me go now!"

Anna shook her head. "Did you really think that was gonna work? That I would be cowed when I've got all the advantages here? No, Neal, you're going to get what's coming to you. I could just bring you to the police, but there's no point...jail's not gonna change you, you'll act innocent but then you'll go right back to what you were doing. No, we're actually going to make sure the rapes stop...well, the rapes of innocent female trainers, at least. You won't be so lucky."

"Fuck you!" Neal snarled. "Like hell you're gonna rape me!"

"Oh, I'm not. But Romabe is."

Once again, Neal was turned around, and yet another Pokémon he hadn't seen emerged, an Emboar. The anger and spitfire in him quickly vanished as he laid his eyes on the large meat between Romabe's legs, and suddenly Anna's threat seemed a lot more frightening. "What?! You're not...no! You can't!"

"Oh, I think I can. No one else is around...much as I'm sure they wanted to watch you get it, that might have drawn attention. And no way you were gonna let anyone know you were here, in a secluded spot where most trainers don't go. And you're not breaking free from Ba'ar's control, any more than your Machoke is. You just get to take it, and I bet, just like you think those girls did, that you're gonna enjoy it."

"What?! No fucking way, I'm not a goddamn faggot!"

"Maybe not yet...but we'll get there."

Neal had no chance to question that before the action started with a fury. He cried out as Romabe reached out with burning fists and tore off his clothes, torching them and letting the ashes fly off in the breeze. Neal's skin was slightly singed a couple of times as this happened, but he didn't even really noticed, more focused on the fact that within the course of a minute he was left completely naked in front of a horny Emboar. He tried to fight, tried to get away, but it was useless; his body was twisted against his will, turned to expose his ass to the fiery Pokémon, and he cried out in anguish as he felt that cocktip dance around his asshole. "No! Stop! Please!"

His pleas were unanswered. He let out a scream as Romabe slammed himself into his ass, showing no mercy or leniency as he savagely hammered the rapist. To Neal the pain and the heat were excruciating, bordering on intolerable, and they weren't fading as he was forced to continue to endure it. He tried to tough it out, but couldn't stop some tears of pain from dribbling out of his eyes.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Anna's words cut into his consciousness. "Like nothing you've ever experienced before, right? Maybe that kind of pain would make you think twice about inflicting it on someone else. True, your Machoke doesn't have the heat on top of everything, but those girls had plenty of pain to endure in their own right." He wished he could just tune her out, but somehow it was impossible; it was like the force acting on his body was also acting on his mind, making it focus on her.

"But maybe...maybe you're enjoying this, too? Maybe you like having your ass torn open by a beast's cock, having him fuck you wildly and leave his spunk deep inside you. You did say those girls liked it even when they didn't...was that projecting? Have you been waiting for someone to do this, to turn this back on you and fulfill your innermost desires?"

Neal wanted to yell out no, that there was absolutely no pleasure to be gained from this, that a man couldn't enjoy this in the slightest, but he was incapable of speaking. And, as he felt a prickle in the back of his mind, he found himself in fact experiencing pleasure, much to his horror and dismay. It's a lie, it's a fake, that Abra's messing with my brain, I can't want or like this, there's no way-

But he was powerless to stop it, and even though the prickle went away, the pleasure remained, and burgeoned against his will. It didn't replace the pain - in fact, the pain seemed to be increasing as well, growing alongside the pleasure, almost binding them together. His arousal was peaking, his cock dripping, giving him a burning shame that couldn't numb the pleasure or the pain.

All while this was happening, Neal's Machoke was frozen in place, unable to do anything but watch his master get pounded by the Emboar. He wanted to intervene, to do anything to prevent this, or at least to turn away and not acknowledge it, but his muscles were useless against the psychic force holding them. He couldn't even shut his own eyes.

Doesn't this look good?

A foreign thought cut into his brain, defiantly alien, almost taunting him with its control. The Machoke attempted to respond, but even his thoughts were restricted.

Look at him. He's loving this. He's about two seconds away from begging for more. Maybe he doesn't quite look that way, but you know what he always says - trainers love Pokémon cock, even if they pretend to fight it.

Machoke had to acknowledge that was true; Neal had said that to him plenty of times. He struggled to remember whether it was specifically female trainers who he had said it about...but then again, maybe it didn't matter? He'd heard about male trainers getting fucked by Pokémon too...maybe it just applied to all trainers.

Yes, all trainers...but you only care about one. That's right, you want to please your trainer, don't you? You want to give him what he's been making you give those others, don't you? After all, you can see how much he likes it, he deserves that pleasure, doesn't he? The pleasure of being fucked by you and filled with your seed? You can tell, can't you?

Machoke's heartbeat and breathing were quickening, and his erection was slowly returning. He could tell, he could hear it in Neal's voice, that note of desire even mixed with the pain, and he could smell the human's arousal, so potent even at a distance. He started panting a bit as he watched more eagerly, his mind letting go of other worries, giving in easily as the psychic forces rewrote his brain. This was partly his punishment too - after all, though he'd been ordered to perform the rapes by Neal, he had done so without the slightest hint of reluctance or care for them. The reprogramming would prevent him from going after other trainers, as well as serving as part of Neal's continued control.

Neal cried out over and over as he felt Romabe slam into him harder and faster. It felt like his ass was on fire from the heat, pain raging through him all over now, but that pleasure was flaring as well, forcing him to endure a vicious duality, desperately wanting it to end and desperately needing more. He felt on the verge of orgasm, but something was keeping him from reaching it; now he was only hoping he could hold on until the Emboar finished, salvage some small vestige of dignity and success from this. But Romabe wasn't stopping, and despite going at full force, didn't seem to be racing towards release; and beyond that, every thrust was shaking the foundations of his already teetering psyche, threatening to make him lose it completely. All too soon, he was unable to take any more, the need and the pleasure overpowering all else.

"Please! F-fuck me, cum in me, just let me cum!"

They were like magic words. In an instant, Romabe slammed into Neal, bellowing out as a volcano of semen surged out into the human's bowels, searing them with intense heat. Neal was rocked by the force of his climax, the intensity of it almost making him black out; he could feel prickling all over his brain, but couldn't comprehend anything about it in the throes of the intense pain and pleasure and heat, almost as much a puppet to his orgasm as to the psychic Pokémon that had controlled him.

Soon it was over, and he was left exhausted and empty, at least mentally; physically, he was still held on that hot dick, squirming as the heat continued to sear his insides. He barely heard the footsteps coming over to him, a bit too out of it to be aware of anything until he felt Machoke's hand grip his arm. Only then did Romabe exit him, leaving him supported only by his own Pokémon...who was taking a familiar position behind him.

He didn't even have the chance to ask what was going on before the new cock was in him, slamming in with a force much rivaling the Emboar that had just vacated. Despite just having served in his position, he didn't feel loosened up at all, Machoke's cock was stretching him almost as much. It lacked the heat that had been there before, but there was still a different type of pain, one almost equivalent yet almost phantom, like it was being added in.

Machoke's grip on him was absolute, and he could only writhe and tug in it as the powerful Pokémon dick pistoned into him, fast and hard and unyielding. In the Pokémon's mind, now fully taken to its new role, there was no question that Neal wanted this, loved every second of the treatment, and there was nothing to discourage him from giving all he had - indeed, the pleasure of this act was vastly superior to any of the girls he'd taken, enough that he was becoming less and less interested in any alternative.

And Neal was breaking to it, faster even than with Romabe. The pleasure and pain were once again colliding, messing hard with his mind and leaving him only jerking to the physical responses of his body. There was a part of him that still wanted to try to stop this, try to escape from his fate, but its control was long gone. Desperately he tried to cry out...

"M-machoke! Fuck me...harder! Ah, harder! Please!"

The words were practically alien; he hadn't intended to say them, he had been going for a rejection, but they came out that way nonetheless. And shame burned within him as he realized, when Machoke picked up his speed, that it felt so good, even as it hurt him, made him suffer, the pleasure a constant and unstoppable force that cracked his mind and made him lose control just a little...

No, that crack was already there, already established when he gave in to Romabe, when he begged for the fire pig's seed in his bowels, when he accepted the pleasure and made it easy for him to be raped and humiliated. And it was growing, out of his control, as his own Pokémon did the same to him, and he was begging for more, and wanting to beg for more, even as he wanted to beg for it to stop but had no power to say it anymore.

And then he felt Machoke speed up, slam in harder, and then grunt as he came, seeding him for the second time, and that crack became a snap, his body writhing in its own orgasm as he surrendered fully to the manipulation. His mind numbed from his climax, making it a cinch for those obtrusive thoughts to worm in and settle, leaving him divided, the need to escape clashing with the desire for more. But only one part actually had control, and it wasn't the one he wanted.

He slumped to the ground as Machoke released him, the Pokémon grinning widely at a job well done, either unaware or uncaring of what he'd condemned Neal to. He looked up at Anna, that defiant girl who did this, he wanted so much to tell her what he thought of her as she looked smugly at her work...his mouth opened, but he couldn't formulate any proper sound, it was like the mind in control refused to let his own say those things.

"A bit tongue-tied? Yeah, we figured we'd make it hard for you to degrade anyone other than yourself. You wanna know what else we did?" Neal glared at her silently, yet she still continued. "I'm gonna tell you anyway, because it's gonna be fun watching your reaction. And besides, someone else oughta know, there were a few of us who worked damn hard on it."

"For starters, every time you even think about trying to rape a woman, whether through yourself or your Pokémon, regardless of if there are any around, your Machoke is going to fuck you. He's not going to go after other trainers anymore, either...you're going to be his only target. And don't think you'll be able to run away or fight it, either, you're going to feel such desperate need that you'll gladly bend over and take it."

"What?! But you...that...you..." Again his words failed him, his voice unable to produce what he wanted to say, or what that part of him that was typical him wanted to say. He had to fight to resist saying what the controlled part of his mind intended to say, to not acknowledge the want and need and acceptance that he had. But he couldn't stave off mental images of Machoke, naked, spreading his legs, entering him without a care, pounding him over and over again...

"Secondly, until your desires are gone, you're going to pay back what you did to others. You're going to beg passing trainers to let their Pokémon fuck you, and you'll be surprised, I think, at how many will accept. They're going to be sensitive to the psychic trigger you project, so they know that they won't get in any trouble for it...I'm guessing some of them will like seeing you writhe, while others will just be doing it to let their Pokémon have some fun. Either way, you'll be very thoroughly fucked. Oh, and wild Pokémon, especially the bigger ones, are gonna notice this too, and you probably won't even have to beg them."

Again he wanted to cry out in anger, curse her and threaten her even if he knew he couldn't follow through, but all he could muster was a half-hearted moan, as more mental images flooded his brain, all sorts of Pokémon within, powerful Pokémon with large dicks grabbing him, splitting him wide open, driving themselves inside him again and again before marring him with their semen...he felt an agonizing burn within him, a mixture of anger, despair, and lust as his dick hardened again, demanding attention from these imagined Pokémon, and him unable to banish them. It was humiliating, how obvious his reaction was to her, as much as he wished to hide it.

"And what's more, every time you get fucked, you're going to like it a little bit more. You're never going to just get used to it...every time you'll be rocked again, and that high is going to get higher. Who knows, you may just start to want it in earnest rather than being forced into it. But, just to ensure that this is still a punishment in some way, even if that happens, your pleasure will always be matched by your agony. So as you get to like it more, you also experience more pain. It'll never actually hurt you, but it'll feel like it, even if there's no good reason to...I think you've gotten an inkling of that already. And it doesn't matter whether you're willing or forced, as long as you feel like raping, you're never going to be allowed only pleasure."

"But you do have an out...you get rid of those rape urges, and you'll be freed. And it's not just not acting on them, it's erasing them entirely...both you and Machoke will be freed from your controls and you won't have to endure any more pain, and you can go about whatever life you want. Of course, if that takes a long time, that life may just be being a total Poké-slut, since you'd only have the intense pleasure to deal with...but that's not my problem. It all depends on you...so if you have a particular outcome in mind, you'd better work hard to make it happen."

Neal could do nothing but look pleadingly at Anna, trying to scrounge up some sort of sympathy or pity or anything to get himself out of this mess...but the girl simply turned and walked away with her Pokémon, giving them all pats and kisses. "Nicely done, all three of you. I'm gonna have some special rewards for you when we get back..."

He couldn't help it...hearing that sent his thoughts back to the start of their encounter, the idea of her being impaled on Machoke, enjoying it just as he had said she would...and then he cried out as strong arms gripped him and that big dick invading his ass once more, the unmistakable twining of torment and joy in his voice as he was consigned to his fate.