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DOMINATION
CHAPTER 10.2 INHUMANITY
AUTHORS NOTES
The Tenth chapter of Domination! Apologies for the long length between updates.
Warning; contains weirdness including BDSM, rape, Xeno, torture, humil and other creepy things!
'This' means someone is thinking.
Italics alone means the name of something or someone, i.e. pokedex, hover bike.
Horizontal ruler (line across the page) means a page break or timeskip, may be a few minutes, may be a few hours...
-X- means a scene change, i.e. We start with Ash in the street, then we go to Domino in her apartment.
Disclaimer; I do not own Pokemon or any of the characters or ideas involved. This is non profit-I am making no money from this.

Three criminal maidens, Domino, Annie and Oakley looked over the Eclipse Groups mobile base in this region; the SS Leviathan.
They boarded the ship, it was dirty, rusty and both looked and smelled old. The sisters suppressed their disgust at the hideously bland soiled brown carpets.
The trio were wearing the uniforms of the Eclipse Group Oakley had provided; dark grey hooded jackets with the EG logo on the left side of the chest; a black circle with a shimmering white outline- like an actual eclipse. Beneath the coats were more mundane clothing including white shirts, black pants and boots. Not fashion magic but not ridiculous either. They also carried the unconscious Misty Waterflower with them on a trolley as a subject for the 'Trainer tuning Project'. Knowing the name and having the proverbial 'fresh meat' was apparently the adequate level of verification to get aboard the vessel.
"STOP!" A voice called out.
Or maybe not.
Two figures appeared, the first was a female who looked in her early twenties with striking emerald colored hair that flowed down to the small of her back. Angry looking eyes of the same shade glared ahead and her fair skin was contained within the EG uniform with the alteration of a short skirt around her waist and a button-up shirt. The other was a shorter, nervous looking younger male with messy brown hair, dark blue eyes and wearing a blue scarf over his EG grunt uniform. He stared at Misty as though in a trance.
"Who is this?" The woman, known as Machiko demanded.
"Her name is Misty Waterflower she is-" Annie began.
"She is the most beautiful woman in the world! And soon she will join us!" Declared her partner Georgio. All four woman on scene stood bewildered by the short brown haired males over the top reaction. Machiko scowled. Georgio was an early subject of the Trainer Tuning Project and was... eccentric. But she knew his obsession with Misty wouldn't relent.
"We'll take her from here. Go about your business." With the attitude of someone used to getting her own way she seized the trolley and dismissed the trio and walked off uncaring of the angry scowling going on behind her.
Machiko pushed the trolley Misty lay on while Georgio dashed around excitedly.
"Finally! I will get to express my love for you!" He reached and groped Misty's chest trembling as he did so.
Machiko slapped his hand away like a naughty child.
"No. Your blunder on the last mission nearly cost us dear. Your Pokémon salvaged the situation, it should get the reward."
Georgio looked puzzled while Machiko looked evil.
-X-
Another part of the ship...
Cassidy and Dawn peered through a window and saw various species of Pokémon testing attacks on targets. They all emitted a purple glow that put Dawn even more on edge.
"What is that purple aura?" She asked.
"They're Shadow Pokémon. Regular Pokémon modified to be stronger and more violent. Eclipse is trying to mass produce them based on technology they salvaged from a defunct group called Cipher."
"How'd you know about this place anyway?" Dawn whispered.
"My partner Butch joined the group. I didn't want any part of it."
"Going straight?" Dawn asked.
"Yeah, I guess." In truth she was just tired of losing to punk kids. And after what they did to her...
-X-
Months earlier…
Cassidy stared hatefully at the intruder; Team Rocket had been falling apart since Giovanni was arrested and now these thugs… this… Eclipse group was moving in to pick over TRs carcass.
The apparent boss of the group had given a declaration of intent; any who didn't follow his rule would face consequences. Many had already run, others turned coats. Cassidy however had fought for her former boss and lost.
So now Cassidy looked on in disbelief at her charred, unconscious Pokemon, defeated in ease by the enemy self announced boss.
The boss in question, a man called Crace, looked more like a gangster than Giovanni did. He stared at Cassidy as though amused by her fear. The blond realised she was surrounded and trapped.
She looked back at Crace to see he had barked something at his Pokemon, a hugely powerful Duskclops that had obliterated all six of Cassidy's on call Pokemon with horrifying ease.
A cloud of blue appeared around Cassidy and she found herself trapped and levitated off the floor.
"NO!" The tall blonde's furious purple eyes widened in terror. She screamed and commanded her muscles to move her but she was caught in a psychic hold by her enemy's pokemon. She was helpless to prevent herself from being picked up like a doll.
Crace pointed at Butch, her former partner was now a turncoat, one of disturbingly many TR grunts who had turned traitor.
"Prove your loyalty. You told me about what you wanted from her when you told me about this hideout."
"Butch!? It was you?! You worthless trai-AAaaggh!"
She was cut off mid-rant as the energy around Cassidy fluctuated and her body was spread out into a spread eagle form. They could do anything to her like this and she wouldn't be able to stop them.
Cassidy screamed as her clothes were torn off her body by an unseen grip exposing her curvy body to the cold air.
Butch stepped up to her, his head lowered and covered in shadow. Butch didn't meet her eyes and for a moment Cassidy's heart soared with hope that her partner would stand up for her. That her partner wouldn't do what she was so afraid of. Then…
Butch unbuckled his pants, pulled a heartlessly erect cock out from the fly. He held his cock with one hand and grabbed Cassidy's exposed, oddly luminated ass with the other squeezing experimentally.
"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME YOU-"
Her ranting twisted into choking as the psychic hold on her body increased compressing her throat, squeezing the air out of her.
He grabbed her breasts and squeezed, a look of lust on his face. The blond screamed and thrashed attempting to overpower the psychic grip
Butch ran his hands over his former partner's body, paying special attention to her impressive breasts.
"FUCKING TRAITOR!" Face burning with humiliation, Cassidy spat on him.
Scowling, Butch punched her in the stomach eliciting a spasm of coughing from the struck woman.
Around them, several of the men whispered among themselves though Cassidy could hear everything they said; comments about her ass, her tits, envy over what Butch was about to do… she looked at each of them, some were uncomfortable and disturbed (but did nothing to stop the events before them), others cheered Butch on and called Cassidy hateful names. Cassidy's sharp mind burned their faces into her memory and she swore she'd kill each of them.
Cassidy's legs were split and floating with her crotch level to Butch's.
Butch crouched in front of the suspended Cassidy. He placed his cock at her entrance and crudely shoved it in.
"AH! YOU BASTARD!" The beautiful blond screamed as her former partner awkwardly shoved his cock into her vagina. The pain increased when the green haired traitor adjusted himself getting almost chest to chest with Cassidy, twisting his hips and the cock inside her.
Being watched doing this was awkward but Butch had lusted after his stunning beautiful partner for a long time so he shuffled about in front of her trying to get a feel for violating the helpless woman at this angle Butch reached around and grabbed Cassidy's tight ass squeezing the toned globes tightly. He pushed in and out of her (or up and down) and watched her face. Visibly in pain, her muscles tightened like steel cables and would have sent her body into spasming fits if she wasn't locked in place by the psychic bindings.
If he said something Cassidy didn't hear it over the howls and shouts of the gang who had assembled to watch her debasement. Some cheered, others told him to do her up the ass, others were impossible to make out. Some just stood there stupidly drooling at the trapped blond.
The green haired male fucked her hard, holding onto her ass with a trembling, tight grip
Several of the onlookers shouted encouragements and Cass noticed one of them had a camera. Encouraged by his new comrades, Butch grabbed both of Cassidy's breasts and twisted the mounds like knobs on a machine so hard their owner thought they might tear off.
He had no skill or finesse and quickly came inside her; he growled out loud as his cock began to pump cum up into the suspended woman. Cassidy's eyes were wide with horror and hatred.
When he was done Cassidy couldn't speak, she was in too much shock over what had been done to her.
The dark trainer spoke to the traitor Butch;
"You have proven your loyalty… and I do reward loyalty. The rest of you have one hour with the one who turned down membership of our organization. Please see to it that she sees the error of her ways."
About a meter of the ground and spread-eagled Cassidy was helpless to prevent what was to come...
-X-
Cassidy shivered as she remembered the worst day of her life, stomach turning memories of being gang raped for what seemed like days, after the bastard leader left, the group had acted like a coordinated team, selecting parts of her body for their use and violating them. She'd been fucked up her ass and vagina, throat fucked until she'd swallowed so much cum she felt like her stomach would burst, her breasts had been pulled around and titfucked so much they felt like they would tear off if there wasn't a puddle of cum atop them acting like glue- as idiotic as that sounded. The ones who did that to them, they would all pay. They would all die.
-X-
Misty didn't know where she was, didn't know what was happening, her mind and memories wouldn't obey her and make sense of things. all she could see was black.
She tried to move, she couldn't. She tried to speak, she couldn't. She was trapped, encased in… Something.
She tried to force herself up realising the extent of her bondage; her arms felt tied together by the wrists and upper arms while her ankles were held together by ankle manacles. There was some kind of belt around her waist attached to her restraints around her ankles and wrists preventing her from standing up or raising her arms up to pull off the mask covering her face.
She felt cold across her body and realised that besides the leather coverings over her head and restraints encircling her limbs and trim waist she was completely naked.
Something grabbed her and she screamed into something foul tasting in her mouth.
She tried to lash out and fight back but she was stopped dead with the clank of chains. She cried as something sharp brushed against her, she looked at the direction of the touch seeing only infinite black.
Misty sensed something closing in, something big and heavy, something dangerous.
She was terrified, she wanted help, wanted Ash, her sisters…
Hidden from Misty's view the woman known as Machiko watched over her project; a tall slender redhead that was cute and trapped in leather that rippled and creaked as she panic breathed in and out and tried to break the chains trapping her.
Machiko looked over the outfit she had fitted Misty into while she was unconscious; other than the leather her whole body was exposed to the cold and to prying eyes. Kneeling on a carpeted floor, Misty's face was pressed down against the leather mask.
The leather mask covered her head allowing only a spray of red hair to escape via the gap between the lacing at the back where the bondage hood was laced up. Said leather covered the rest of her from the top of her head down to her neck, tightly squeezing her face and almost molding across the panicked features of her face. The mask had no mouth hole and that part of the mask bulged over a ball gag that had been placed into Misty's mouth and strapped around her head even before the hood was put on. Only a large slit across the nostrils allowed her to breathe. There were no slits for her eyes though, rendering her essentially blind. Her ears were covered by leather as well cutting her hearing in half, she only heard shuffling which told her nothing and added to her fear.
Machiko checked the cameras were rolling immortalizing the sight of Misty; gagged and masked. Her arms and legs were held useless by leather belts. Around her torso was a short dress-like outfit with a crushing corset atop it.
She licked her lips as Misty trembled, her little freak show to watch over. Machiko smiled at her liking how the slender redhead looked in glossy black latex. The leather mask enveloped her entire head, quashing all but panicked muffles that made Machiko warm and wet.
Finishing checking the tripod mounted cameras were rolling she went to work with her own handheld camera. While she had done this before she still felt a surge of lust flow over her as she slowly panned the camera over Misty's body paying special attention to her face, the features of panic just visible under the shifting leather.
The mounted cameras were fixed on her from several wide view from her left and right sides, behind and in front of her taking her lovely form in.
'Time to introduce the costar.'
With a whistle two figures entered, Georgio and one of his Pokémon, an Arcanine.
Misty shivered in panic trying not to break down in sobs, not able to imagine what was next.
The Cerulean native struggled against her bonds; she was unable to move, she couldn't see anything, only hear muffled sound through the leather mask she wore. She stumbled around.
She felt something brush by her and she wanted to scream. She felt something grab her… something sharp… something with claws! She went ramrod straight as a hand-no a paw grabbed onto her, something climbed onto her putting a huge weight onto and Misty realised what it was.
She froze in terror trying to be still.
Her stillness broke as something touched her bare sexual regions. She screamed, though little more than loud mumbling escaped the mask. She lashed out with a kick at the Arcanine that missed and angered the powerful Fire type. It dived onto Misty, its weight crushing the petite redhead down to the mattress.
She froze in terror as the large furry quadruped moved atop her asserting its dominance.
Growling, the Shadow Pokémon used its powerful legs and thighs to power its huge cock into Misty's tight, small channel. Machiko and Georgio watched Misty's body contort in pain as her tiny sex hole widened dangerously, muscles and limbs stretched more than nature intended.
The cock felt as hard as a stone and it forced so far inside Misty that the redhead felt like it was invading her womb. With her eyes and ears, blocked by the helmet she wore, she could focus on nothing but the pain, horror and humiliation of being raped by a Pokémon as the furry cock jerkily stabbed deeper and deeper into her towards her womb.
The black mask stretched further as the face beneath it twisted in terror and horror. Her mouth widened as she felt her body expand painfully as it was invaded, her attractive features spread in terror as she felt the Pokemon's fur rub against her delicate insides as sharp as spines when moving against her nerve endings.
Two powerful limbs pressed huge body weight down on Misty's shoulders driving her face and upper body down onto the floor covered by some kind of mat.
The pounding into her forced her body back and forth, her arms and elbows rubbed against the mat until they felt raw and her shoulders hurt too. Her body was bent and she might have worried about her back if she didn't feel like her insides were being shredded.
Misty's arms had gone numb, her thought on physical sensation focused on feeling split in two, then, on the revolting fluid inside her, a river of hot heavy slime that blasted into her until her insides felt so full that she would burst or throw up if she weren't gagged.
The pounding was merciless, her small body was carelessly filled up so fast and hard Misty could feel her insides press against her lungs and Misty feared dying from the event.
Misty felt the Arcanine's belly rub back and forth across her back as it pumped in and out of her strained body, it would have ticklish if she wasn't in incredible pain of being dangerously overstuffed by Pokemon dick.
Beneath her, Misty's b-cup breasts felt squashed and bruised from rubbing against the carpet.
Machiko continued to film as Misty was bounced back and forth by the trained Pokemon violating her. She zoomed in on the Arcanine licking the agonised girls back, neck and masked face with its long tongue.
-X-
Through an air vent Oakley watched and also recorded everything; she knew about Pokemon bred to have sexual intercourse with a human- there were a number of deviants out there who had a fetish for sex with Pokemon and while Oakley considered them a bunch of freaks it seemed they had their uses. Such as now as she videoed the whole vile scene for placating the annoying Domino later…
As she watched she admitted the redhead looked quite hot in the leather bondage; she had outdone herself with her work, reminding the villainess of when she wanted to be a fashion designer.
-X-
Elsewhere on the ship...
Ash didn't know when the drug-induced sleep ended and consciousness began- around him he saw nothing but darkness.
'Where am I?' Ash asked himself confused. The aftereffects of the drugs passed but the strange feeling like floating almost comfortably.
'I- can't move…' Ash was totally at rest, his entire body seemed evenly supported so no muscle was stretched or strained. Ash had never felt anything like it.
He couldn't see anything but black, hear nothing, smell nothing…
He turned his head and nothing changed.
No taste- the air he breathed had no flavor, no moisture, it wasn't dry, there wasn't even a temperature he could detect.
He spoke… and heard nothing.
'What's happening? Where am I?'
Panic rose in Ash, he tried to move his arms and legs. They seemed to be there but he couldn't make them move in any way he tried again and again for what seemed like hours but nothing happened. Swallowing in rising fear Ash tried to ball his hand into a fist.
'My fingers won't move! I can't move! I can't move at all!'
His limbs; hands and fingers, feet and toes, arms and legs all wouldn't move- he was paralyzed in the dark. His breathing became faster- Ash could feel it and only it; the air in and out of his lungs, his chest expanded and contracted, breath in and out of his mouth.
'I need to get out! Need to get out!'
He rolled around, searching for the things that held him, for opponents to strike for anything to feel outside his fear-racked body. He found nothing. Just a strange fluid resistance and no matter which way Ash moved, the weird floating feeling wouldn't change. He didn't know whether gravity had him up or down, left or right. There was just him alone, floating in endless darkness.
Ash's mind tried to hold onto its sanity as silence and darkness entombed him and panic rose higher and higher.
Ash snapped and screamed so hard his throat burned desperate to hear himself and have something besides the darkness that trapped him. He heard nothing.
-X-
In a room overlooking the tank room Dr Juri, disgraced researcher of Canalave City University gasped as she heard Ash Ketchum scream through the audio devices. Ash couldn't hear it, headphones equipped with sonic cancelling technology muted all sound. But she heard it, felt it. It sent shivers of pleasure through her.
Dressed in a low-cut business suit beneath a bulky white lab coat, Juri was a physically attractive woman with a curvaceous 5,2 figure with deep brown hair in a sophisticated coif.
Her bright green eyes coolly observed the subjects vitals, heart rate, brain waves, neural activity... No sign of aura activity yet. The subject, Ash Ketchum was in a sensory deprivation chamber- all senses, sight, hearing, smell, touch, taste- all were cut off, stolen, suppressed from the subject.
He had been stripped naked, his skin covered in a mild anesthetic gel. He'd been squeezed into a a smooth, black wetsuit that covered him from chin to toe, a headpiece of similar construction was placed over his head with a complex breathing apparatus and visor placed across his face to control his breathing and sight, headphones were in the helmet assembly as well though they hadn't been used past their deafening function yet.
The water of the tank Juri's new subject was in was formulated with salt so he floated half way beneath the water surface. A solid top, like a coffin lid was placed atop the tank so he couldn't escape even if he broke out of the suits restraints.
She carefully monitored Ash's vitals. Sensory deprivation- originally designed as a method of torture, had the potential to drive people into tachycardia from the sheer terror- or induce an aura response.
She pressed a button and a camera zoomed in on Ash's face, even through the mask she saw features twisted in terror. Other cameras watched Ash's body as it was held immobile in the tank and Juri's imagination conjured muscles tight with terror, blood pumping frantically and the rubber of the suit entrapping limbs testicles and shaft of his manhood. An expert of multitasking, Juri could easily clinically observe Ash's vitals in the experiment and indulge her bizarre voyeurism; she loved watching people in surgery or being examined or tortured and she writhed against the chair, hands rubbing between her skirt bringing herself to orgasm. She didn't make it before something hit her from behind.
-X-
Ash drowned in terror, desperately searching for something, anything beyond the endless black that swallowed him whole.
He heard something, a sound. There had to be something out there. He tried moving, but there was nothing to grab, to touch.
His mind screamed for touch, heat, cold, smell, something, anything! But there was nothing but a black abyss.
'Am I dead? Is this hell?'
Ash's imagination turned against him, he imagined monsters flying around him, eyeing him as they plotted to eat the helpless teen's body or soul.
He wondered if he'd been abandoned by his family, his friends his... Domino? He was bewildered to discover he'd love to see even the evil manipulative blond bitch right now.
He remembered Pikachu, his mother, Misty, Professor Oak, he friends and family, where were they? Had they been condemned to this hell?
He heard a noise, his head flew around trying to find it. His heart stopped. 'What was that? I didn't imagine it! Please don't let me have imagined it! Pleasepleaseplease!'
He felt something grab onto his arms, the feeling shot through him like he'd been electrified. Something pulled him up and he felt like he was flying. His body hit something hard and the force of the jolt shocked him sending overloaded sensations of pain all over his body, worse than being thunderbolted by Pikachu, worse than falling down Team Rocket's stupid pit traps, worse than...
A grip locked around Ash's neck and the crushing darkness was suddenly expelled by blinding light and the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, a vision of angelic glory.
"Much as I love BDSM we really need to get you out of this thing, sweety." Quipped Domino the Black Tulip who may as well have been speaking heavenly poetry to Ash's ears.
Domino, carrying Ash's pokeballs and a barely conscious Pikachu began expertly removing Ash's restraints, unlocking the belts holding Ash's limbs trapped. She though he looked like a caught fish floundering on the floor as he did.
Catching the blond off guard Ash dived up at Dom and took her in a vice tight hug, bringing her sprawling to the ground in a heap.
"Er... Yeah, I missed you to Ash." She mumbled over Ash's panicked babbling.
Still delirious from the coffin-like tank Ash thought the blond in his arms was the most beautiful, most wonderful thing he'd ever seen.

END CHAPTER 10.2
AUTHORS NOTES
Dr Juri and Machiko are both Original Characters.
Georgio is not an OC, he appeared in Pokémon Chronicles in the episode A Date With Delcatty as a trainer who tries to get Misty to go out with him, here he's a brainwashed pawn and has a somewhat deranged fixation on Misty.
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