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Make A Wish: Hilda's Erotic Pokemon Journey	By : Faceless0 Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 27753 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon nor do I make any money from writing this

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
Chapter Pairing: Officer Jenny/Lots of Beedrill
Warning: This chapter contains non-con and mind control.
Double Warning: While not in anyway related to the sex scene, this chapter will contain death and gore. Nothing too graphic but it's there and I completely forgot to warn those who might be squeamish. I'm not sure if you'll read this chapter over again but thank you Spike for bringing this to my attention. It totally slipped mind.
Done! And just a day before Christmas Eve!
I hope you all like this one! This was my first time writing non-con and it was a little out of my comfort zone, but I guess I kind of set myself up to include it when I made it so there were rapey pokemon in my universe. Let me know what you think! Oh, and as always please review and comment if you enjoy! I love comments!
I could have panned this out quicker but I was having too much fun RPing! If anyone is interested in RPing with me I have an F-list account and would love to play, especially if it includes one of my story's characters! Leave a note in a review if you'd like to get in touch! Okay, RP plug over.
Also, I just want to let you all know that I'm going ahead and changing all the chapter titles to locations, dates and times. I have an unbelievably hard time coming up with chapter titles and I figure it also serves as a good way to keep people on track as this story has and will continue to chronologically flip-flop.
@Spikesagitta No problem! And yes, that's very observant of you! It does seem weird for Sabrina to own club ;)
It was dusk and the nervous feeling in Officer Jenny’s gut was growing stronger with every beam of sunlight that slipped beyond the horizon. Her sisters were still missing and the little light afforded to her in the dense forest would soon be gone, leaving her and her growlithe, Penny, to continue their search in pure darkness.
Over the last few days a disconcerting number of reports of missing peoples had started to phone in at the Viridian Forest Ranger Center Jenny and her sisters were stationed at. It wasn’t uncommon for people to go missing in the forest and in most cases they would either be lost or captured by a pokemon who hadn’t learned to respect the rangers’ authority yet. However, in Jenny’s short tenure as a ranger, she and her sisters had never been unable to locate a person who had gone missing in the forest they protected. Although Jenny was still a rookie, most of her sisters that she worked with each had years of experience and knew the forest well. Their pokemon were strong too - their force made nearly entirely out of growlithes and arcanines due to their type advantage to bugs and their heightened sense of smell, which came in handy during rescues. But with all this in mind, it made the rangers’ current inability to find the numerous missing people very perplexing.
Today’s events had set things over the edge though. The numerous people the rangers were enlisted to find were still lost without a trace but now all ten of Jenny’s sisters were too. The rangers decided the night prior that they would pair up and perform a thorough search of the forest and at the crack of dawn each of Jenny’s sisters departed in hopes of finding at least a clue as to what was happening. Being the rookie, Jenny was left at the Ranger Center to take calls and oversee business there. They all agreed to be back thirty minutes before sundown, but as the sun began its descent and the time in which they were supposed to regroup approached and passed, not one had returned. Jenny even attempted to connect with each of their radios, but the only response she received was white noise.
Now she was desperately searching through the woods herself, praying that she would find some sign of her missing sisters before darkness could completely overtake the forest.
“We should head back now. I’m worried about them too, but pretty soon we’ll be as good as blind. We shouldn’t be searching out here alone in the first place. They’re all missing too, and if something happened to them, the same thing could happen to us. Let’s call for backup and try again when we have a larger party,” said Penny, brushing a low hanging branch out of her way as she continued to press through the forest’s growth.
“I know but…let’s try not to think like that. Let’s keep it up for just two more minutes. I know it seems hopeless right now, but I’m still holding out that we find one of them, at least” said Jenny.
Penny nodded her head and the pair continued to aimlessly wander through the forest. Two minutes turned to ten minutes and finally Penny had to physically grab Jenny by her shoulders in order to get her to stop searching. It was getting darker much more quickly now and at this point they would have to spend at least part of their journey back to the center under the night sky. Penny was able to persuade Jenny this time, but just as the two were about to take their first steps back a strong wind blew through the area, carrying the various scents of the forest along with it.
Penny froze in her tracks and began to sniff the air with her short muzzle.
“I smell one of ours. It’s Vanessa, the arcanine belonging to the oldest,” said Penny, suddenly pausing.
As Penny continued to sniff the air, a terrified expression overtook her face.
“What’s wrong,” said Jenny.
“Blood,” said Penny. “Come on! We’ve got to hurry!”
With that, Penny went dashing back in the direction they had initially been heading. Jenny did her best to keep up but Penny was running at a speed she didn’t know her growlithe possessed, and this was despite the difficult terrain of the forest. Although unable to reach Penny’s pace, Jenny was running faster than she had have ever ran as well. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins and although she didn’t dare admit it to herself, she instinctively knew what the dreadful outcome of their discovery would already be.
Eventually Jenny lost sight of Penny and did her best to trace the trail her pokemon left behind. Jenny thought she had completely lost her when the sound of a gut-wrenching howl filled the air. It seemed to come from behind a thick row of trees she was fast approaching and as Jenny slipped past the trees she came into a small clearing.
Strewn about the grass were the burnt corpses of a dozen or so beedrill and Penny, hunched over the lifeless body of an arcanine while crying. The smell of burnt flesh and blood was still fresh and so poignant that the odor nearly forced Jenny to vomit. Somehow Jenny was able to stifle the urge and walked over to Vanessa’s carcass. Had her face not been untouched, Jenny wouldn’t have been able to identify the mangled body. Blood covered the majority of Vanessa’s fur and the stab wounds that punctured her skin were so many, it was impossible to count them.
“How could this happen? Pokemon aren’t supposed to use deadly force like this,” whispered Jenny.
Penny continued to howl and cry, and had Jenny not been so shocked she would have likely joined her. Instead she left Penny to grieve over her companion alone and listlessly walked about the other corpses, trying to piece together what had happened. Though she was relieved to find that her oldest sister was not amongst the bodies, it disturbed her to think about where she might have been. Jenny hoped that she was able to escape, but if she had, the first place she would have ran to was the ranger center; it was more likely she had been captured and taken. While it was common for wild pokemon to capture and enslave humans to satisfy their sexual needs, they never resorted to deadly force. Long ago they might have, but Jenny had never heard of a pokemon killing another in her life time. Also, the number of beedrill that attacked Vanessa must have been massive. Jenny counted sixteen bodies altogether and there had to have been much more during the initial assault. Yes, sometimes wild pokemon could be organized but the beedrill of the forest typically minded their business as long as the boundaries of their territory were respected. An attack of this large scale coupled with the violence and all the missing people…Jenny sensed there was something sinister about whatever was going on.
Too preoccupied with her thoughts, Jenny failed to notice a buzzing noise that had replaced the familiar symphony of the forest. It intensified with each second that passed, growing louder and more consuming until finally it reached Jenny’s ears, causing her heart to sink into her stomach. Immediately she turned and ran to Penny, who was still sobbing over Vanessa’s body.
“Penny, they’re coming! We have to run!” screamed Jenny, yanking Penny from off the ground.
Between her cries and the sensory overload from the scent of all the corpses, it took a moment for Penny to come to and react to Jenny’s urgency, but finally she was able to identify the unnerving drone of buzzes as well. The two darted off towards the edge of the clearing nearest to them but as they ran something caught Penny’s attention, making her stop in her tracks. Jenny nearly continued along before she noticed Penny freeze in the corner of her eye and looked to see what had paralyzed her.
Quickly descending upon them was a large platoon of beedrill. Though it was night and the slim crescent of the moon scarcely revealed the outline of their forms, the sea of menacing, glowing red eyes let Jenny know they could not have been much more than one hundred feet away. Jenny could feel the paralyzing fear began to stiffen her joints but she managed to will her mind from turning her body into a statue.
“Come on!” shouted Jenny, taking Penny by the hand and dragging her back the opposite way.
Hand in hand, Jenny and Penny made it out of the clearing and into the forest. Although she dared not look back, Jenny could hear the sound of the beedrill grow louder and louder, until she was sure they were flying right next to her ears. The duo pushed through low hanging branches and jumped over logs but it was almost impossible to see in the dense forest now and before long Jenny tripped over a root and fell hard to the ground, breaking her hand from Penny’s grasp. As Penny turned back in an attempt rescue her friend, she saw that the swarm of red eyes was so close; the beedrill would be upon them in seconds.
“Go! If you’re caught, no one will be able to save us. Run!” shouted Jenny.
Penny hesitated before instincts took over and she continued to run, leaving her master behind.
A few beedrill continued to give chase to Penny, but the majority swarmed over Jenny’s body. Jenny winced and shrieked as she felt a multitude of hands grip and pull at her body, but to her surprise they did not inflict her any harm. The beedrill propped her up and forced her hands behind her back, binding them together with a couple string shots before doing the same to her ankles, leaving her completely immobilized. Jenny tried to struggle and break free but her efforts were fruitless, and soon she felt her body being lifted up and cradled in the arms of one of the beedrill before eventually taking flight. Soon Jenny was hovering a few yards above the trees as her and a company of other beedrill fluttered towards…somewhere.
“Where are you taking me?” Jenny asked, her voice trembling.
The pair of red eyes looked down at her and responded.
“To our master.”

While it was hard to determine where her captors had brought her to in the darkness, once they carried her inside Jenny was able to deduce from the glowing honeycomb dotted walls and the sweet smell of honey that she was now in the beedrill’s hive. The yellow glow from the honeycomb illuminated the area so effectively, it was as if it were daytime and Jenny had to keep her eyes squinted for a few moments before they were able to adjust to the light. She was able to see the beedrill clearly now; Jenny had only seen a handful of beedrill during her tenure as a ranger, and never this closely. Though they were hidden at the moment, each beedrill possessed two retractable sword-like stingers that would spring from their wrists when readying for battle. Glossy black chitin covered their legs and arms, making it appear as though they were wearing thigh high fuck-me-boots and long gloves that ended at their triceps. On their upper backs were two large pairs of translucent insect wings and a small black and yellow striped abdomen resided just above their tailbones. Their bodies and faces were covered in short yellow fuzz and poking out from the top of their heads were two black antennas. Most of the beedrill had long shiny black hair but Jenny spotted at least one redhead in the company that guarded her, and each had a mostly human face as well, save for their solid red eyes and black lips. Each of their nipples and vaginal lips were black too and for those who were hermaphrodites, they bore smooth yellow penises with black colored heads. Had she not been terrified for her life, Jenny would have probably thought the beedrill a rather pretty and exotic species.
The hive must have been massive. Jenny was carried through so many twisting staircases and winding hallways, she doubted she’d ever be able to find her way back out even had she somehow managed an escape. Finally her captors led her into a large, circular room. It was in the same style as the rest of the hive with yellow walls and wooden floors, but at the far end of the room was a set of stairs that lead to a platform where a grandiose, expertly crafted wooden throne resided. Jenny was able to make out a beedrill with sleek, black clothes sitting atop it and another between her legs that looked like it was kneeling before her.
Though Jenny couldn’t see the kneeling beedrill’s face, it wasn’t hard to deduce that she was performing fellatio. She was bobbing her head and slurping loudly, and as Jenny was taken closer to the two beedrill she was able to identify the one giving head as the queen of the hive. Along with her ass-length wavy crimson hair, the beedrill’s figure was so voluptuous it was almost cartoonish, and her abdomen didn’t have a stinger and was bigger and longer than any of the other beedrill. This puzzled Jenny; though the queen would regularly have sex with her subordinates, beedrill were very reverential of their hierarchy and the queen would never level her status by kneeling before anyone, much less let someone sit on her throne. Jenny studied the beedrill that was receiving head now. She had cropped pure black hair and her eyes were glazed over as she stared at the queen’s luscious lips, dipping and rising along her shaft. She was the only beedrill Jenny had noticed that was wearing clothes: A tight fitting black leather tube top and matching pants, with her black chitin covered feet serving as her boots. Also, on the beedrill’s forehead was a sort of metal tiara that appeared as if it were embedded into her skin, with a single amethyst jewel centered at its crest.
While Jenny gazed at the mysterious beedrill and tried to decipher who she might be, she almost didn’t notice a human sized mechanical tower at the side of the stairs leading up to the throne. It produced a soothing hum and a silver orb crowned its top, which occasionally radiated a soft, purple glow. Something was very peculiar about the scene but before she was allowed much time to speculate, Jenny was thrown onto the floor at the foot of the throne’s stairs.
“Master, we captured another one,” said one of Jenny’s captors.
The beedrill they called master lifted her gaze for a moment and steadied her eyes on Jenny.
“Just a moment, I’m almost finished.”
The beedrill’s eyes returned to her cock and her chest began to heave more dramatically as she neared her climax. Soon the beedrill lifted her hips off the throne and began to unleash her load between the queen’s lips. Her hips convulsed as each surge of seed sputtered out of her tip and into the queen’s warm wet mouth before she eventually finished and propped each of her feet on the queen’s shoulders.
“Done!” said the beedrill, kicking her legs out and sending the queen tumbling down the wooden stairs. Jenny watched the queen bounce off each step before she eventually landed to the floor with a soft thud only a few feet away from where she knelt.
“That never gets old. Sorry for making you wait. So they caught another ranger, did they? What are you the tenth one? The eleventh? Had they caught you a few hours earlier you wouldn’t have missed your sisters.”
“What? Who are you? What did you do to my sisters?” shouted Jenny.
The beedrill smiled.
“I’ll get to that, just hold on a moment, please,” said the beedril before turning her head towards the queen. “Honey? Could you climb back up here? My cock’s getting a little cold.”
On command, the queen silently rose from off the ground and began to walk back up the stairs she had just fallen down. When she reached the top, she shifted her hind abdomen to the side and impaled her pussy on the seated beedrill’s still erect cock.
The beedrill released a satisfied sigh as she reached her arm around the queen’s body and squeezed one of her hand-filling breasts.
“Mmmm, much better.”
If Jenny was terrified before she was even more so now. The scene before her was as if it were derived from some creepy porn movie. Aside from the one beedrill currently groping the queen’s breast, each of the others were so emotionless and obedient, they reminded Jenny of robots. Even the queen of the hive willingly let herself be touched and penetrated by the same pokemon who had just kicked her down a small flight of stairs.
Cold sweat dripped from Jenny’s forehead as she anticipated that she would also be turned into a mindless drone - or worse - and struggled in an attempt to free herself from her binds, only managing to tip herself off balance and fall face first to the floor instead.
The beedrill on the throne chuckled.
“That won’t do you any good. I promise you that any opportunity you had to escape perished once you were brought here. My name is Striker, but you will soon call me Master. As for your sisters, don’t worry your little head. They’re just fine; in fact, you’ll be seeing them very soon!”
Jenny managed to prop herself back on her knees and look at Striker. The hopelessness of her situation finally struck and she began to cry. While Jenny was still perplexed as to what Striker was doing or how or why she did it, she was already sure her intentions were malicious and Jenny knew that her fate was completely in the beedrill’s hands. Her only sliver of hope rested in Penny, and she couldn’t even guarantee she was still alive. As Jenny continued to cry, Striker mockingly attempted to shush her like a mother would her baby.
“Hey there, don’t be sad. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. Some of your sisters were crying just like you were, shouting things like ‘Why are you doing this to us?’ or ‘Why did you kill our pokemon?’ but now they are peaceful little puppets of mine – cool as cucumbers. Even some of their pokemon made it with them! I actually would have much rather taken the whole lot of them alive had some of the more beastly ones not posed such a threat to our hive here. You understand, don’t you?”
Hearing Striker speak to her so callously only made the tears run faster down Jenny’s cheeks and she began to sob and wail wildly, like a frightened child.
Striker feigned disappointment by placing a hand to her forehead and sighing, though a sadistic grin revealed that she was reveling in Jenny’s misery.
“Dear, please try and pull yourself together. You’re supposed to be a ranger, aren’t you? Could have fooled me - right now you’re closer to a blubbering babe than anything else. You should be ashamed of yourself, sniveling like that. It’s beginning to give me a headache and now I think it’s time for baby to suck on her pacifier.”
Jenny quelled her cries when she heard Striker speak that last part. Something about the way she said it had her heart skip a beat and made her stomach become unsettled and queasy. Apparently Striker had noticed the uncomfortable change that took over Jenny as she let out a hearty laugh, which made Jenny cringe.
“Now then, it looks like it’s time for some more fun! Normally I’d participate too but tending to all of yours sisters before left me feeling pretty exhausted.”
Striker moved her hand from her face and gestured to the group of beedrill standing behind Jenny.
“Indoctrinate her. Oh, and put on a good show for me, will you?”
Six of the guards descended upon Jenny and began to rip and tear away at her clothing. Her ranger hat was knocked across the room and her shirt, bra, and jacket had soon turned to tattered rags. With her breasts now exposed, three of the beedrill moved to her cargo shorts and began to pull them apart until a loud rip echoed through the room. Two Beedrill began to tug away at her hiking boots and socks until only her panties obstructed Jenny’s body from near complete nudity, which were stretched until they were peeled off her waist.
Though Jenny wanted to desperately run or fight or scream, she was so overtaken with fear that all she could do was tremble as her clothes were shredded into skimpy strands within seconds. Jenny was breathing so vigorously she swore she was about to pass out; she almost wished she had, knowing what was about to ensue. She counted at least eight beedrill circled in front of her, rapidly stroking their cocks to full growth or fingering their pussies to higher arousal, and there were surely more out of her sight that were doing the same. While the fact that her body was about to be abused by all these beedrill was disturbing enough, what distressed Jenny even more was how, even now, their faces were expressionless and desolate.
Jenny gasped as she felt someone grip her hips and penetrate her core. Their thrusts were rapid and harsh, pushing as far into Jenny as they could and making her ass slap against their waist with every push. It hurt her and Jenny opened her mouth to shout, but was quelled as a black and yellow cock was forced into her mouth. The beedrill before Jenny was fucking her mouth just as savagely as the one behind her, extracting glugs and slurps each time it speared her throat, and as they continued Jenny could feel the other beedrill begin to grope and stroke her body. It seemed like no inch of her skin was left untouched as fingers traced along her neck, against her spine, and along the smooth skin of her toned belly. Jenny’s shapely thighs were firmly grasped and massaged, and her modest tits were also caressed. It felt as though a thousand hands were catering to every one of Jenny’s most sensitive areas and to her shock, Jenny heard a pleasant groan escape from her cock filled lips.
Another pair of hands reached behind Jenny and pulled her head off the cock. Jenny seized the moment and took a large gasp of air before the beedrill impaled her mouth and started to pump their hips away. At the same time, Jenny felt two pairs of lips hungrily suck at her hardening nipples. While Jenny tried to resist, she felt herself began to relax into the pleasurable sensations overcoming her body, making it grow with heat. Her pussy started to grow wet as well, and though Jenny felt ashamed to admit it, she was glad because it made the vicious pounding her cunny was taking stop hurting and start to feel…good.
Jenny was still terrified and shocked about what was happening to her, but now it was due to a completely different reason. Her body was being violated and raped; Jenny should have been praying for this to all be over, with tears filling her eyes while she counted the seconds until her assailants stopped. That’s how Jenny wanted to feel while being taken by the same group that was responsible for enslaving her sisters and killing their pokemon. Instead, Jenny secretly wished it would never stop. Every cell of her body was screaming in ecstasy, the cocks she sucked began to taste delicious and with every thrust the shaft slamming into her dripping cunt felt better and better.
“Stop it! No! Why does this feel so good? They killed Vanessa; what’s wrong with you!?” thought Jenny.
Suddenly another pair of hands ripped Jenny from the cock she was sucking and forced her lips into a glistening wet cunt. The beedrill smothered her honeypot against Jenny and began to grind up along her face until she forced Jenny’s nose to penetrate her before sliding her cunny back down again. Before Jenny knew what she was doing, she instinctively stuck out her tongue and let the beedrill be fucked by her mouth. The beedrill’s juices were intoxicating and tasted just like honey, and before long Jenny was lapping away at the beedrill’s cunny before catching herself and shamefully retracting her tongue into her mouth. Jenny would not let herself be an active participant in her own rape, no matter how aroused she was becoming or how the orgasm building between her battered lips tempted her inhibitions to subside.
Jenny’s conviction became weaker when she felt the beedrill’s cock begin to twitch inside her. The already rapid fucking she received almost doubled in intensity as the first stream of spunk gushed into her cunny. Jenny’s eyes fluttered in surprise as she experienced the carnal warmth that was quickly filling her pussy up. While this wasn’t the first time someone had come inside Jenny, the beedrill’s orgasm was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Jenny had always loved it when Penny filled her cunny up with her seed, but something about the beedrill’s cum was different, even more incredible. The cum that coated her walls felt like it was making her insides tingle and sent such intense swells of lust through Jenny’s entire body that she could no longer hold back. Jenny’s mouth opened wide as she emitted a loud, sensuous moan into the cunt her lips were still pressed up against. Her hips began to rock against the beedrill and she felt her pussy become tighter, as if it was trying to grip the beedrill’s cock and force it deeper inside her. The beedrill continued to thrust into Jenny with gusto and each time it smashed against her, another surge of pleasure vibrated up her spine and caused Jenny to arch her back further into her climax, spurring the beedrill still sucking at her tits to bite and tongue at Jenny’s now rock hard nipples.
As Jenny’s whole body convulsed and shuddered violently, her head was yanked away from the beedrill’s pussy and forced again on yet another beedrill’s shaft. With her self-control obliterated, Jenny sucked and licked voraciously at the tasty cock and within seconds her tongue was painted with dollops of honey flavored sperm, which she eagerly swallowed. At the same moment Jenny felt a warm, gooey stream of spunk shoot against one of her cheeks, and then another and another to her neck and onto her eyes. Before long Jenny’s entire body was covered in hot spunk from head to toe as it seemed like the entire command of beedrill unleashed their loads on Jenny at once. At this point Jenny might as well have been regarded like one of the other mindless beedrill as her senses were completely fucked silly and she basked in the lewd warmth of their remnants as groping hands started to rub the seed into her skin.
Striker watched the scene before her with wicked glee. The victims that were brought to her weren’t always this willing; some resisted to the very end, like the oldest ranger only hours before. Striker personally joined in the massive orgy she forced Jenny’s sisters to undergo but despite the ravishing she and the other beedrill instilled upon her, she remained defiant throughout the process until Jenny turned her into an empty husk. Then she was just as obedient and willing to please Striker as everyone else in the hive. Of course both kinds were fun in their own way, but Striker was particularly entertained as she watched as this one’s resistances were gradually cast aside until she was knocked senseless with desire. Striker might not have to even indoctrinate her at this point and she thought it might be fun to keep someone around who was a slave because of her surrender to lust and not due to any sort of mind control.
The beedrill that had been fucking Jenny’s pussy withdrew itself and Striker noticed a trickle of her cum spill from Jenny’s lips before another beedrill dutifully took her place. The process was over and now Jenny’s mind was ripe for the taking. However, the ranger’s obvious relish in her molestation had turned Stiker on to such a degree that she wouldn’t allow the girl to be thrown with the other slaves without partaking in a piece of the debauchery herself.
“Stop. That’s enough,” said Striker, pushing the queen off her lap and motioning her to step aside.
All the beedrill tending to Jenny immediately withdrew from her at once, leaving her a panting, sweaty mess with her face flat against the ground in a pool of splooge, too fatigued to keep it lifted any longer.
“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it? It even looked like you were enjoying yourself. Now if I tell my minions to undo your binds, you won’t be stupid enough to try and run off, will you? That would be a very naughty thing to do.”
Jenny tilted her head up slightly and looked at Striker.
“Answer me,” commanded Striker.
“I won’t run,” stuttered Jenny.
“Good girl,” said Striker, before turning to the beedrill behind her. “Undo her binds and bring her here, to me.”
The sharp swish of the beedrills’ retractable stingers being drawn was heard as a couple of them approached Jenny’s exhausted body. They cut through the sticky string around her wrists and ankles and picked up Jenny’s cum covered body, letting her legs dangle in the air as they hovered her up to the top of the wooden staircase and placed her before the throne in which Stiker resided. Stiker’s cock was at full attention, standing comfortably at seven inches and twitching between her unzipped pants as she idly stroked it with her hand.
“So, here’s the scoop. That baby batter you were just pumped full of wasn’t any ordinary kind of spunk. Someone like you doesn’t need to know the full story but basically your mind is mine now, if I wish it to be. With just a thought and a tap of this trinket on my forehead you’ll be just like all the other dummies who just fucked your brains out.”
Striker tapped the jewel on her forehead before continuing.
“However, I came up with a better idea. A decadent little thing like you who took such obvious delight in her own violation would make a very entertaining slave. And the best part is that you’re so pathetic, you wouldn’t even have to be indoctrinated! Oh, but please don’t be insulated, you just like the pleasure, right? There’s nothing wrong with that and trust me, when you submit your will to me you’ll be replacing the good queen here as my personal cock-sleeve and I will fill you with so much pleasure, you’ll start to believe today was the best thing that ever happened to you. It tickles me to no end knowing that I’d own you, someone with her wits still about her that is such an addict to her lust that she’d willingly kneel before the same person who orchestrated the kidnapping and mind-breaking of her sisters. I’m generous enough to leave the choice up to you though: be my personal little slut slave or turn into a zombie, losing your free will completely so that even your thoughts are mine to determine. Take your pick.”
Striker paid close attention as the proposition proposed to Jenny caused her noticeable anguish. Jenny’s eyes began to rapidly dart this way and that and her already trembling hands started to shake even more visibly. The stress forced Jenny’s knees to buckle and she fell to the floor, hiding her eyes with her hands and beginning to shake her head.
“We don’t have all day: slut slave or zombie. What’s your choice?”
An inaudible whimper quivered through the crevices of Jenny’s cupped hands.
“What’s that? I didn’t catch you.”
“No more,” whispered Jenny.
“That’s not an appropriate response. Choose or I will choose for you.”
Jenny responded by continuing to shake her head.
A sigh escaped from Striker’s lips.
“Shucks, I guess you’re not as depraved as I had hoped. I’ll still have my fun with you, though now you won’t have the privilege of actually enjoying it. Your loss.”
Striker brought the tips of her fingers to the amethyst jewel crowned on her forehead as Jenny continued to hide her face.
“Your mind is mine. You will do as I say, and nothing else. You will think what I command you to, and nothing else. I am your master and you are my puppet, you will adhere to nothing except my will,” thought Striker.
In an instant Jenny’s demeanor changed. She let her hands drop to her sides and became still. Her face was as blank and empty as the other beedrill and her devoid stare rested steadily on Striker.
“Oh, what could have been? To be honest, you would have wound up like this before long anyway. I have my orders too and I’m not exactly supposed to leave anyone of you pretty human girls unconverted. It’s a little boring dealing with resistant persons and zombies all the time though. It would have been nice to enjoy the company of someone a bit more willing – even if it was only for a little while.”
Jenny’s remained perfectly still as she silently stared into Striker’s eyes.
“Why can’t you things be a bit more conversational? Whatever! Turn around and spread those delicious cheeks of yours. I’m in the mood for a little anal before I throw you with the rest of the prisoners.”
“Yes, master,” said Jenny.
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