Chapter 3 Supergirl Catch and Release

Jessie had never had it easy. Her mother had served Team Rocket as a minion, but been killed in an avalanche when she was just a small girl. Jessie was then sent to live with who is now known as her foster mother. Jessie having been poor from birth always lived life on the rough path. Though not only was she too poor to get a good education, but she was also too poor to afford real food. In some cases, her foster mother would even have to make "food" out of snow, occasionally adding soy sauce for just a bit of flavor. Having been young and naive, Jessie believed everybody had meals made of snow, only having to find out many years later that she was wrong. Cursed with a sleep disorder that had made it hard for her to concentrate, she had failed out of Pokemon Nursing school, attempting to become a Nurse Joy, and her dream of healing Pokemon was crushed.

Turning to Pokemon training, she had attended a prestigious Pokemon Training Academy, but her sleep disorder caused her to fail out due to lack of concentration. Teaming up with a fellow dropout, James, she joined Team Rocket and became one of their most infamous agents. When Team Rocket betrayed her, experimenting on her with their Rule 34 Maturizer to change her rating from the G rank of the Pokeverse, it changed her and her Pokemon, but instead of evolving them, it raised their rating to X and pushed them out of the Pokeverse into the DC Universe.

Wrapped naked in bed with her Arbok, she snuggled and enjoyed feeling well rested. The X rating of the DC Universe had allowed Jessie to find the cure for her sleep disorder, the “orgasm”, and to discover how different Pokemon training was in this world. For instance, trainers here were brutal. Somehow they stole the powers from innocent Pokemon to turn themselves into these Superheroines, and I suppose Superheroes, but no one cares about those. They took the powers from Pokemon and became Poke-whores. Jessie had begun training Black Canary, using the new methods the Rule 34 Maturation machine had imparted to her. The sexual means.

Jessie whimpered. Yes, training here was different. For instance, while she fell asleep wrapped around her sixty foot cobra Arbok, her poke-whore Black Canary wrapped herself around Jessie’s back. While it made for a comfortable sleep, Black Canary was trying to adapt the Rimjob attack that Lickatung used on her, and demonstrate it to Jessie. It was distracting. Wonderful way to wake up, but these Poke-whores were so demanding once you tamed them. Jessie sighed and rolled over. I suppose she should let Black Canary eat her out for a while. She had been such a good girl in her training, she deserved a treat.

“They are going to send an A lister after you now. Since you took out Batman and Robin, and captured me, they are going to send one of the truly strong ones after you.” Black Canary said, while serving Jessie some breakfast crepes.

Jessie thought back. “You mean that deluded fellow imitating a Zubat? Honestly, I didn’t mean to hurt him like that. I just told Arbok to Shibari him. When Robin tossed a gas bomb at Arbok, it was just reflex for Arbok to fire back. How was my poor innocent Arbok to know what Robin would do hit with a Spunk attack? With Batman in that position, I mean, Arbok didn’t know what to do when instead of continuing to attack Arbok Robin started using some form of pound attack against Batman’s bum. We just left them alone to finish…..that. Kind of ick when you see it. I mean I guess Robin is trying to tame Batman? Either way, I didn’t want to capture either of them. Besides, they both seemed really enthusiastic, and the crowd seemed to be happy filming it.”

Black Canary smiled. “Yes, I remember what the Spunk attack does to you. The desires it calls up are pretty overpowering.”

Jessie pet her Canary’s yellow hair and smiled at her. She was a good Poke-whore, and deserved to be properly trained. “What did you mean about A listers coming after me?” Jessie asked.

“Wonder Woman and Superman are offworld right now, so probably it is Supergirl you have to worry about. Super speed, super strength, flight, heat vision, freeze breath, basically invulnerable.”

Jessie’s eyes lit up, glowing cyan that set off her purple hair. “Such a powerful poke-whore. Every trainer’s dream. I must capture her! Quick, where can I find her?”

Black Canary smiled. “Mistress, you don’t have to find her. The Justice League has taps into all the media feeds. If you show up in public and challenge her, she will come.”

Jessie smiled. “The Justice League? That is the name of the local trainer’s league? Will capturing you and Supergirl get me the attention of the League?” Jessie asked, her dream of becoming a big league trainer beginning to live again.

Black Canary, sure Mistress was not quite understanding what the Justice League was, but sure that it would be wonderful if all her friends could be tamed by Jessie too just confirmed. “Oh yes, if you captured Supergirl too, the League would be beating down your door.”

That day, the challenge went out. Using her contacts in the media, she leaked to several networks that the mysterious supervillain, Jessie of Team Rocket, would be showing up at the main plaza in front of the Daily Planet to throw down a challenge for Supergirl at high noon.

Stepping from the crowd, throwing off her fedora and trench coat, Black Canary doing the same, Jessie stepped into the main plaza. Calling forth Arbok, Jigglypuff, and Lickatung around her she delivered her challenge.

"Prepare for trouble! - pain and pleasure double.

To protect to world from devastation - To Unite all people within our nation.

To denounce the evil of truth and love - To extend our reach to the stars above..

Jessie...

and slaves,

Team rocket blasts of at the speed of light!

Surrender now or prepare to fight!”

I challenge Supergirl to an official Justice League poke-battle. I will meet her here, at twelve o clock tomorrow, and I will capture her before the whole city, and the officials of the Justice League, so they can judge me as worthy to join their ranks as a trainer in the glorious Justice League!”

Jessie gave her challenge, posed for photos, then boarded Arbok’s back with Black Canary, and summoned Jigglypuff and Lickatung back into their pokeballs. She left a horde of confused journalists, and as many unanswered questions.

At Luthercorp, Lex Luthor smiled.

“Wonder Woman and Superman are off planet, no one has seen Green Lantern in months. Black Canary has been captured, Batman and Robin are in Arkham for performing lewd and indecent acts, on each other, in public. With that girl having embarrassed all the B list heroes that tried to cross her, the League will clear the field for her to face Supergirl alone. This is the one time we know where Supergirl will be without any heroes to back her up. When that alien would be god gets back to earth, I want him to be able to attend his dear cousin’s funeral, and know that it is empty casket, because her body is in my lab getting dissected to learn more about how to bring the mighty Superman to heel. Let’s crash this little party. When Team Rocket shows up, all they will find is the blame for killing Supergirl.”

The next day, Jessie opted for a more dramatic entrance. Blasting in on Black Canary’s motorcycle, it had been styled to look like a modified Harley Davidson Sportster, but it was built by Superman so it boasted a top speed that usually required flight, gyro stabilization belonging to spacecraft, and was impossible to lock on to or track with any earth tech sensors. It was linked to the Justice League media scanners and had a full tactical computer similar to brigade level command vehicles. It also had a killer stereo system, a holographic system that would make a rave DJ want to have its children, and made hot chocolate.

As they blasted towards the site of the battle, the tactical computer brought an update. A news bulletin. Lex Luthor in his power armour with a group of minions had ambushed Supergirl at the designated battle site. The conflict was already raging.

“How dare he! I know Supergirl has got to be the most amazing uncaptured poke-whore, but I already scheduled an official League battle with her. You can’t just steal someone’s battle. I mean, we used to, but we were the BAD GUYS. Who does this Lex Luthor think he is?” Jessie raged.

Black Canary winced. “Mistress Jessie, Lex Luthor is a super villain. He is a mad scientist and billionaire with a real hatred for Superman. I think he is trying to kill Supergirl because Superman is away right now.|

Jessie looked confused, leaning into Black Canary’s ear on the back of the screaming motorcycle. “You mean capture right, not kill. Trainers capture wild poke-whores, they don’t kill them.”

Black Canary shrugged. “Maybe where you are from. I wish they were only trying to capture me, like you did, but Lex wants her to die. Probably screaming.”

Jessie shook her head. Team Rocket were the bad guys, but from a G rated universe. What the heck was wrong with DC that their villains were trying to actually kill people, and even worse, Pokemon!

“Faster my poke-whore. I have to save your sister.” Jessie urged, holding tight to Black Canary as they bobbed through traffic.

Meanwhile, downtown by the Daily Planet, Lex Luthor barked a command, and two of his agents launched missiles at the huge planet sign above the crowd. As Supergirl kicked free of the power armoured thugs and raced to stop the five ton bronze planet sculpture from falling on and crushing the crowd, Lex flew at her from behind in his own power armour and from the lead shielded vambrace on his right arm extended the Kryptonite needle, and injected 10cc of liquid Green Kryptonite into the Maid of Might’s back.

Supergirl felt the shock of the Kryptonite hitting her system, and knew she had only minutes before her organs began to shut down, but she was a superheroine. Even to save her own life, she could not stop lowering the sculpture, or it would fall upon the crowd and kill dozens to hundreds.

“DIE SUPERGIRL. I will let your cousin bid for your bones on E-bay!” Lex Luthor laughed.

Jessie could not believe what she was seeing. The poke-whore was indeed strong. Flying and holding up a bronze sculpture of a planet that weighed more than a commercial truck. Only Mew and Mewtwo were that powerful in her world. Truly the most powerful poke-whore of this world and this MONSTER just killed it! Unacceptable.

“Who do you think you are upstart. You do not kill poke-whores. You capture them, you tame them, you train them, but you keep them safe. That is the bargain between trainers and poke-whores. They obey, you protect. You do not deserve to be a trainer. I will have your licence right now. Black Canary, I choose you. Cry Attack!”

Black Canary was ready, as soon as Jessie chose her, the collar and butt plug that sealed her powers turned back into a pokeball in Jessie’s hand, and Black Canary unleashed her cry, stunning the five other power armoured goons on the ground. Lex Luthor was a lot smarter, and as soon as he heard Black Canary, he cut off his audio feeds and noise cancelling headphones.

Turning his energy blasters at Black Canary, he began firing, using his AI assisted targeting against the basically human Black Canary’s evasion techniques. Three blasts she dodged, then six, but by eight the AI had her timing matched and the tenth hit her, knocking her unconscious.

Jessie held up her Pokeball and shouted “Black Canary, Return” A red and white butt plug slid its way into her ass, and a steel collar with matching pokeball appeared on her throat, sealing her powers. Jessie threw out a second Pokeball and shouted.

“Arbok, I choose you. Glare Attack!”

Lex tracked his energy blasters onto the new enemy, a sixty foot cobra with a rattlesnake tail. It’s hood was open. Lex had seen the reports, and knew it was not strong enough to defeat his power armour, and its spunk attack could not get through his sealed environmental systems. He was a criminal mastermind, he had just killed Superman. He was invincible.

Arbok’s hood opened, and two huge mystical eyes appeared on each side of the hood, and a stunning gaze swept across the square. Lex Luthor, tracking visually as he had cut off his sound, was stunned into unconsciousness. As he fell, Jessie barked out commands.

“Arbok, Shibari. Lickatung, I choose you. Sonic Vibrator. Jigglypuff, I choose you. Slap attack.” Jessie had never stopped running from the motorcycle towards Supergirl where she had gently lowered the giant sculpture and was collapsing to the ground, a green glow beginning to radiate through her veins and skin. She looked at Jessie with wide helpless eyes. She knew she was dying.

Jessie snarled. “NO! Trainers do not hurt poke-whores. Trainers protect them. I will protect you.” Jessie had almost made it through Nurse Joy training. Almost. She made it to the final exam, she just didn’t pass it. Damnit, she didn’t have any poke-potions here to recover Pokemon, what was she going to do?

Jessie glanced over at Lex Luthor. While he was stunned, Arbok had caught him with Shibari, and bound him ass out. LIckatung had used his sonic attack and vibrated his lower body armour apart at the seams. Jigglypuff was now spanking Lex Luthor’s bound ass in front of thousands of people and media, but the victory tasted hollow. Jessie had to save Supergirl. How?

Black Canary ran to her side, checking her pulse, and breathing. She looked up at Jessie and shook her head. “Mistress, she is fading. She can’t be saved. The Kryptonite is in her. There is nothing that can pierce her skin except Kryptonite so we can’t get it out of her.”

Jessie thought and thought. She didn’t used to be good at it. Always tired, always cranky, always horny although in a G rated universe she didn’t understand it then. She had actually been in all the Nurse Joy lectures, and the Chansey ones. Chansey healed by the tasting of their egg. An egg they wore in front of their lower belly. In front of their groin to be precise. Jessie knew what to do.

Grabbing Supergirl by the neck, she lifted her to a sitting position, and spoke to her.

“You are too beautiful a poke-whore to die. I am Jessie, I will save you.” With that Jessie grabbed Supergirl’s tunic and stripped it off.

Turning to Black Canary, she shouted, “Only the healing magic of her little egg can save her, or maybe it is our little egg? I am not sure. Help me with her skirt!”

Black Canary didn’t ask questions, she just helped strip Supergirl naked in the middle of the Daily Planet Plaza. Supergirl was barely breathing, Jessie was desperate, she had to save her.

Dropping to Supergirl’s neatly trimmed blonde bush, Jessie began lapping at her pussy, tracing the inner lining of her labia with the soft dedication of a true professional. Chansey were very giving Pokemon, and their eggs could heal everything, but the egg’s healed with the technique soft boil. She could not go hard. No matter how close death was, healing would only come with a soft boil. Tracing Supergirl’s outer labia with her fingers, and inner labia with her tongue Jessie began to hear Supergirl moan, and saw the Kryptonian’s innocent little egg begin to swell with need, and healing energy.

Seeing what her Mistress was doing, Black Canary began to caress Supergirl’s naked breasts, kissing down her neck and behind her ear, whispering that they were going to make her feel good, make her feel safe, make her one of Team Rockets little slave poke-whores. Supergirl’s nipples began to harden, and her fading breathing began to grow faster and deeper. Lex Luthor had his helmet cracked by Lickitung’s sonic attack, and now his ass was being whipped to a solid bruise by Jigglypuff, and his face was being given the same treatment by Lickatung. Camera’s were split between watching Lex Luthor get his bare ass whipped, and his face slapped, and watching Jessie and Black Canary go down on Supergirl.

The green glow of Supergirl’s skin began to mix with flashes of pure gold from the sun energy gathered by the naked Kryptonian and flared to life in her flesh by the rising excitement of Jessie and Black Canary’s work. Jessie worked her pussy with her tongue, and brought the maid of might to her first orgasm, causing the superheroine to actually reach her hands down and grab Jessie by the hair and hold her in place. The golden light flared bright, and Supergirl’s eyes blazed with red fire, heat vision blasting out.

For a second, Jessie thought that would be enough, but Supergirl slumped again, and the gold faded, the green bleeding back in. One orgasm was not enough, was not intense enough to burn off all the killing poison. Jessie knew what was required.

"Prepare for trouble! - pain and pleasure double.

To protect to world from devastation - To Unite all people within our nation.

To denounce the evil of truth and love - To extend our reach to the stars above..

Jessie...

and slaves,

Team rocket blasts of at the speed of light!

Surrender now or prepare to fight!”

Jessie cried out. “Black Canary, I choose you. RIMJOB ATTACK!” Jessie shouted, rolling Supergirl by her hips so Jessies face was beneath the Maid of Might’s pussy, and her arse was up and open for Black Canary.

Black Canary did not hesitate. She was a good poke-whore, and well trained. As she showed her trainer that morning, she had been working on her lick attack and her rimjob attack. Not the equal of Lickitung yet, she was working her hardest to get there. Parting her pert but tight bottom, Black Canary began to work her exceptionally skilled singer’s tongue into Supergirl’s sweet pink rosebud.”

Supergirl’s eyes flew wide. Tongues were working her pussy and her asshole at the same time. She looked up, thousands of people were watching her, butt naked, being brought to orgasm after helpless orgasm by the super villainess known as Jesse from Team Rocket and her new slave Black Canary. The shame of it merged with the pleasure of it. Supergirl had always been the shy one, the demure one, the quiet one. She had her urges, but she never dared act on them. She tried her best to pretend she didn’t have them. She had been sent here to protect baby Superman but arrived too late. She had never really dared to hope or dream anything for herself, let alone her sexual needs.

She felt her body catch fire. She tried to grab Jessie and Canary to make them stop, but the pleasure was too much. Her body was on fire, her nerves drank in the power of the yellow sun, her muscles stored it, but now those same nerves were igniting with sexual frenzy, and the golden sun energy in her muscles was catching fire. Catching fire and burning away the Green Kryptonite from her organs. Liver almost shut down, kidneys already shutting down, heart growing less responsive, brain growing sluggish, yet now the golden sexual fire lit in her tissues was burning all that away.

Heart began to beat stronger, and then stronger again as the kidneys burned free and the adrenal glands kicked in. Raising her fists, Supergirl slammed them into the ground so hard she shattered the concrete for two meters deep, she screamed so loud she broke windows for three blocks around. Her eyes shot out beams of heat vision so thick they melted the Daily Planet’s bronze planet into a puddle of slag, and she came so hard the Jessie and Black Canary were nearly drowned by her gushing orgasm.

Supergirl curled up into a twitching helpless ball, caressing her breasts, stroking her pussy, and rolling back and forth mindlessly. On the ground where she had been before rolling away from Jessie and Black Canary in post orgasm oversensitivity was a slime of Green Kryptonite, only now it had turned completely clear. Jessie’s quick action had used Supergirl’s sexual energy to burn off the Green Kryptonite into harmless clear diamonds. Black Canary blinked, and looked at Mistress Jessica. The Mistress was so powerful, she made Supergirl cum diamonds!

Black Canary handed a poke-plug to Jessie. “Here Mistress, a poke plug to capture Supergirl. She will be a good poke-whore for you.”

Jessie shook her head and handed the poke-plug back. Then she picked up the tunic and cape of Supergirl, tucking the tunic under the sleeping superheroine, and laying the cape over her to protect her from the eyes and camea’s of disreputable men (a bit late), she turned to train her new poke-whore in the ways of the Pokemon trainer.

“No Canary. We can’t capture her now. She was poisoned. Not a Pokemon poison that will only stun, but a brutal poison designed to kill her. That is a violation of the trainer’s code. I could no more capture her when she has been weakened by such a weapon than I could sit back and watch her die. Team Rocket may be villains, but we have a code. It is a shame, she would be such a delight to train, but for today, we must catch and release.”

There were dozens of police ready to arrest Lex Luthor, but afraid to approach the screaming and begging man because of the Pokemon. Jessie held up their Pokeballs and commanded them all.

“Return!” As the capture light from their pokeballs called them back into the Pokeball to rest and recover Les fell to his knees weeping in the middle of the Daily Planet plaza. Jessie walked up to him, drew back her leg, and power kicked him in the nuts. As he collapsed to his back, she stepped on his face with her boot, and ground it slowly into his face.

“You will not be capturing any Poke-whores ever again. Trainers do not hurt poke-whores, ever. You will not even think about trying to hunt, harm, or bother Poke-whores again, or I will come for you and teach you to fear the name Team Rocket.” Jessie said, uncaring of the hundreds of news cameras around her. Turning to the mass of terrified police, she spotted one black haired pretty young police women. Pointing a finger to her Jessie called out.

“Finally, a Police Officer Jenny. Take this criminal away. Call the Justice League and tell them what he has done. I leave him to their justice. Thanks to his interference, I cannot in good conscience capture Supergirl today. It must be catch and release. The measure of a good trainer of poke-whores is to defeat them at their best, and teach them who is the mistress. I cannot do this if she is sick or hurt. I have saved her, and if anyone thinks to take advantage of her while she is recovering, please remember, I am not the good guy. Do not cross Team Rocket.”

Mounting on Black Canary’s motorcycle, they drove away. Jessie muttered into Black Canaries neck as she snuggled into her pets back as they drove away.

“I hate that Lex Luthor person. He gives villains a bad name. Now I will have to wait to train Supergirl, and isn’t she just the most delicious thing ever?” Jessie complained.

Black Canary, with the grin of the Canary that just ate Supergirl, smiled wickedly and agreed. “Yes Mistress Jessie. There will be another day. After all, you have to catch them all!”