Chapter 2

Pokemon Superheroine Training

Jessie sat on the face of the defeated Black Canary, as Lickatung used its powerful tongue now not with its sonic vibrator, but with a determined and invasive penetration, plumbing the blond songstresses innermost sanctums as no man ever had. Jessie rocked on Black Canary's face, cupping her own breasts, tweaking her own nipples, then leaning down to do the same to Black Canary. She was learning this Rule 34. Yes. Pleasure, and Pain were both used in this world to train these Pokemon called Supeheroines. She didn't know how they stole the powers of their Pokemon instead of just training them, but if these cruel bitches wanted to make themselves into Pokemon, she would break the little Poke-whores and show them what real training is like.

Drawing forth a capture pokeball from her tunic, she waited for the half red, half white orb to expand into a ball twice the size of her fist to do the traditional capture of a new defeated Pokemon when the tiny marble sized orb didn't just grow, it changed shape. It was now shaped like a large flanged plug. A flat base as wide as her palm then a thin shaft, and a rounded spear head like top. It began with a gentle taper, but widened slowly until the bottom was wide enough to fill her mouth. Jessie took it into her own mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Yes, her jaw was held wide, she noticed as it passed her lips, her lips snapped shut on the back slope of the thing, like after stretching to allow it in, they snapped shut to trap it there. There was no way to get Black Canary into the Poke-plug. The capture stone was on the base of the plug, not the top. Can't think, that Poke-whore Black Canary was close to making her cum. Jessie shifted forward on her face, moving her pussy over the blond heroines chin so she could not get that talented tongue into her and disrupt her thoughts. Jessie moaned as Black Canary slid her tongue around Jessies puckered pink arse hole, the tongue of the super powered songstress was stronger than any normal human's and Jessie felt herself start to lose control.

NO! Jessie was Team Rocket, Jessie was a Pokemon trainer. They may have kicked her out of school for having the lowest grades in the school, but that wasn't her fault. Since puberty she had never been able to sleep, making learning difficult and concentration worse. Now she knew, it was the need for orgasm that had made her weak, orgasms the Poke-world wouldn't allow. She was in this world now, and her orgasms had let her sleep, and now she could think. Unlike this slut beneath her, Jessie had been training her will by edging her entire life. That bitch thinks she can break Jessie by sticking her super powered tongue up her ass?

Jessie was a Pokeman trainer, whatever that idiot Ash Ketchum thought. In this world, she was THE Pokeman trainer. Time to show this world her version of Ass Catchum. Turning to her Lickatung whose tongue had been plundering the Black Canary's blond pussy, she commanded it sharply.

"Lickatung, lick attack RIMJOB!" Jessie shouted, and then was bucked off the writhing Black Canary as the wide muscular tongue of Lickatung forced its way between the dancer muscled bum cheeks of the crime fighter, and began drilling into her asshole. Jessie watched as Black Canary's eyes grew wide and mindless in their need. She watched the proud woman's last scraps of control vanish as who was the domme and who was the sub was engraved into Black Canary as the tongue swirled and swiped inside her aft passage, slurping and salivating inside her asshole like a tentacle of depravity. Lickatung grinned as he thrust into her ass, watching as Black Canary grabbed her own breast and massaged with her left hand, her right darting down to her own golden triangle, seeking the pink pearl atop her plundered flower. Black Canary began to moan.

Jessie was a good trainer, she knew the moments when you must punish, and must reward. She struck. Turning to Arbok she called out the new version of his Wrap Attack,

"Arbok, Shibari!" Arbok instantly wrapped the heroine with her arms and legs pulled back and out, her pelvis humping the air obscenely as she edged at the bleeding edge of a soul shattering orgasm, and Jessie would not let her cross. Taking over from Lickatung, Jessie kissed Black Canary savagely, rubbing the Poke-plug around in the superheroines needy pussy opening to wet it in her own slut juices.

"You are not a person, you stole some innocent Pokemon's power to make yourself into one of them. Well fine. If you want to be a Pokemon so badly, you succeeded. You are a wild Pokemon that has been defeated, and now you will be captured and trained."

Jessie held up the Poke-plug in her hands. "You showed me how this works on you Superheroines, thank you for that. You have delivered all of your Superheroine sisters into my training. Remember that. You will be the instrument of their capture, the reason they will all bear the Team Rocket brand on their breast. Now, kiss the instrument of your capture, show me you are ready to belong to me."

Jessie pulled the Poke-plug away from Black Canary's thrusting hips just before the suffering heroine could cum. Holding it between them, she looked at the shattered poke-whore superheroine and saw the wildness in her eyes, the desperation of a trapped animal. Oh how she loved this part of Pokemon training. Every Pokemon was stronger than its trainer, but they were just Pokemon. They needed to be broken and trained to ever become truly powerful. That is why trainers existed. That is what the people that failed Jessie out of school had tried to take away from her, and what Team Rocket itself tried to take from her in the end. The joy of being a Pokemon trainer. The joy of being a normal human, not the smartest, not the strongest, not the richest. Nothing really special about her at all except her all consuming hunger to dominate those stronger than themselves, to make them serve her, to make them extensions of her will, and together to conquer anyone who dared to look down on her.

"You want this, poke-whore? Then beg for it. Beg to be my property." Jessie said, knowing that a true fighting Pokemon would either strive to the end to battle, or be useless. The useless she would free. After all, she was striving to be the greatest trainer of them all. A Pokemon that gave up before the end would give up in every battle. Only one that kept fighting when all was lost was worth training. They must fight on even if they might die, and trust their trainer would call them back and keep them safe. Trainers worried about keeping their Pokemon safe, Pokeman just had to fight with their all. Did Black Canary have it?

The frenzied blond superheroine, trapped on the ragged edge of the orgasm of a lifetime had fought for her life against so many enemies who had the power to kill her, and she had won. She was not bullet proof, she was only slightly stronger than a normal man, and outside her Canary Cry, only her skills made her stronger, her skills and her will. She had NEVER been conquered. She would FIGHT! Opening her mouth to scream, she called upon the power of her Canary Cry without limit, strong enough to kill this Jessie who wanted to break her, to train her like an animal. She was no animal, she was Black Canary, a Superheroine!

Jessie watched her mouth open, saw her throat tense for her terrifying sonic attack, her Canary Cry, and thrust the poke-plug into her mouth. The Poke-plug's magic expanded to make the perfect gag, trapping her mouth as her lips sealed around it. The Black Canary's eyes filled with tears. She would not be broken, she would resist!

Jessie loved how Arbok's Shibari wrap held Canary so open for use. Her breasts, her ass, her pussy were all so vulnerable, she was presented as if a displayed work of art, and Jessie was a collector of art.

Leaning down, she took one of Black Canaries nipples in her mouth and began sucking, the other hand she began to trace around Canary's golden furred mound, feeling her body thrust up against her fingers, needing that little more touch to go over the edge, and knowing that what she was doing to her breasts would send her over the edge, unless Jessie added something to the mix. Pleasure and Pain to make it double. That was what her new motto said. Well, she could do that.

"Jigglypuff, I choose you. This Black Canary hurt you with her cry didn't she? Why don't you spank her bottom for the naughty girl she is then? Train her to know how to speak to her Trainer and owner!" Jessie commanded, watching Black Canaries eyes grow furious. NO ONE treated a superheroine like that!

Jigglypuff, a tiny cute pink ball with big eyes and tiny pink hands rotated its entire body to back the slap it put into Black Canary's spectacular ass. Slap after slap, it spanked her ass pink as its body, and as it spanked Black Canary's ass, Jessie began to stroke her labia, dipping her fingers into the heaving hot honeypot to refresh her lubrication as she teased around her clit with her own juices, all the while taunting the superheroine poke-whore.

"Pleasure is mine to give or withhold, as is pain. You are a poke-whore, and poke-whores are not allowed to run free. You could be dangerous to us normal people. You need to be trained and controlled. You want to be trained and controlled. You need it. I can make you more than you even dreamed, unlock your evolution, bring you to your full potential. All you have to do is beg to serve me, and I will grant you the release you need. Just nod when you are ready to become mine, and I will complete your capture." Jessie said lovingly, looking deep into the eyes of her newest capture, seeing how the mix of pleasure and pain, titrated with more calculation than any of Nurse Joy's healing potions, was breaking the superheroine poke-whore. The thrusting up against her hand was desperate, so close to the ultimate orgasm, only her own resistance, her own defiance in the way. All Black Canary had to do to be allowed over the edge was to give herself to Jessie utterly and completely. To admit she was not a free woman anymore, she was not a person. She was an owned poke-whore. Jessie's poke-whore. No. Mistress Jessie's poke-whore. Looking up into that almost elfin beauty, her strange purple hair, those burning hungry eyes, that terrible world devouring pride, and she knew there was no end to that hunger. No matter how long Black Canary fought, Jessie would fight longer. She was just a human, no superpowers at all. Not a genius, not a sorcerer. Only her raw sensual hunger, only her need. Her need to own Black Canary. She was greater. She deserved to own Black Canary, and god help her, she needed to be owned.

Nodding desperately, tears streaming down her face. Black Canary submitted to capture.

Jessie smiled softly, and touched the Poke-plug. It reduced in size and she withdrew it from Black Canary's mouth.

"Please, please, please Mistress Jessie." Black Canary begged, broken utterly by her trainer.

Jessie smiled and pressed the poke-plug into Black Canary's well rimmed asshole. As she did, she closed her own mouth around Black Canary's clitoris and sucked it into her mouth. In a flash the capture was completed and a steel collar with a pokeball at the throat flashed into existence around Black Canary's throat. Jessie fingered the spasming snatch of the fresh captured poke-whore and flicked her tongue across the clit trapped lightly between her teeth, rubbing it against the back of her teeth and pulling gently as the superheroine screamed her way through orgasm after orgasm before falling unconscious. No matter how much she lost control as she orgasmed, her screams never advanced to the Canary Cry. The flashing light in the center of the pokeball at her throat collar flashed in time with the Poke-plug in her ass. Black Canary's power was sealed, only to be released at her trainers command.

She was now Jessie's property. In her blissed out semi-conscious state, Black Canary smiled.

Jessie looked down upon her new poke-whore and began to dress.

"Now, the rest of you back in your poke-balls. I have a new world to learn. If there are more of these superheroine wild poke-whores running around, and they have insane men with guns instead of reasonable Police Officer Jenny's keeping order, so Jessie would have to protect herself. She was Team Rocket. She would bend this world to her will. She would find these wild superheroine poke-whores, and break them to her will. Honestly, what kind of trainer steals their pokemon's powers to turn themselves into human pokemon? Trainers trained their pokemon, that was the bargain. Pokemon were captured and trained, true, but trainers made them more powerful, taught them to unlock their potential and guided them through their evolution. Pokeman were free to fight their hardest because they didn't have to think, their trainers planned, their trainers kept them safe. Pokemon just gave their all, and if they lost it was the trainer's defeat, never the pokemon. All a Pokemon had to do was obey.

Jessie stroked the hair of Black Canary. She fought beautifully. She was a magnificent animal. She also had the most amazing tongue, and knew the wickedest things to bring pleasure from Jessies body. I mean really, this world may be insane, violent, and rude, but they had such pleasures as the G rated Pokeverse never dreamed of. Black Canary woke and looked up at her trainer and smiled.

"MIstress Jessie, we should leave. Police will be coming. Can I take you home and make you dinner?" Black Canary asked hesitantly, not wanting to be parted from her new trainer.

Jessie thought about that, she was really tired, and lost a lot of fluids. Training really was a lot more demanding; and sticky. She looked at her new pet and smiled.

"We will stop at one of those tattoo parlors on the way home. You are part of Team Rocket now, you need to be marked." Jessie smiled as she watched the once proud superheroine blush and stumble as a rush of pleasure lanced through her at the thought.

She will be a delight to train.