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Domination	By : modeac Category: Pokemon > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 79067 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
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DOMINATION CHAPTER 14
MINDFUCK PART 2
AUTHORS NOTES
Anabel/Serena Femmeslash pairing.
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'This' means someone is thinking.
Italics alone means the name of something, i.e. Pokemon League.
Horizontal ruler (a line across the page) means a page break or large timeskip.
-X- means small time skips (like a few minutes) or a scene change, i.e. we start with Ash in a bar, then we go to Ash and Domino in an apartment- a scene change from a bar to an apartment.
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Unknown place...
In an unknowing dream world, the slender, purple-haired young woman known as Anabel Destra made love to fellow teenaged trainer Ash Ketchum. She didn't think why she was giving her virginity to a person she barely knew.
Then she was alone, helpless, naked and frightened. Things emerged from the darkness and chased her. Tentacles, they were tentacles! They wrapped around her, grabbing and controlling her then violating and entering her- cold, hard, powerful.
Then… a feeling of power… of knowledge, overwhelming… like the isolated, trapped girl was connected to everything… everyone.
"Shhh… wake up."
Anabel jerked up, awakening and crying out, chest heaving up and down with heavy breathing and sweat covering her fair skin. She looked around in a panic, seeing cream colored walls and all the trappings of a bedroom.
She looked down to find herself in an unfamiliar bed, she pulled back the covers to see… unfamiliar underwear; a push up bra and panties that covered way too little of her thankfully unmarked body.
"I'm okay… I- WHERE AM I?!"
She looked to her left and jumped as she saw, sitting in a chair the most regally beautiful woman she had ever encountered;
The dim light of the room reflected off exotic light magenta coloured hair exquisitely styled into complex curls that made Anabel's unruly short hair seem plain and dull. She was drawn in towards a single visible emerald-green eye that Anabel had to look away from for some reason.
She couldn't find any part of the woman to look at that didn't unnerve her; her face was like an ideal of an aristocratic duchess or something. Her hair was mesmerizingly lovely, which baffled Anabel as she usually didn't care about hair. Looking down to her body was a mistake and Anabel reactively gawked at huge breasts (easily four times her cup size yet looking totally real and natural) trapped within a tight, low cut white shirt, realising her rudeness she looked further down in embarrassment past a waist that shouldn't have been possible without a corset (which she wasn't wearing). Yet more embarrassment forced her eyes further down to wide hips and long legs within what she was sure were the tightest pants in daring red she had ever seen, crossed in a graceful, even regal manner.
She wondered how she didn't see the awe-inspiringly gorgeous woman immediately.
"Good morning Anabel, you're safe here." The words, eloquent- upper class, aristocratic, sophisticated, echoed in her head- her mouth didn't move
Anabel squeaked and scrambled back against the luxurious beds headboard holding her knees to her chest and protectively holding the bed covers to her body.
"W- whoareyou?How'dIgethere?Whatdidyoudotome?How'dyoudothatinmymind?" She speed babbled.
The womans beautiful features flowed into a smile but there was something about her that set Anabel on edge. She jumped as Kuroda tapped a mirror and the reflected images shifted to dynamic scenes: some familiar, some not. Anabel was horrified when two naked forms appeared, her and Ash- it wasn't a dream she really… with Ash… her mortification became fear for her life when the images shifted to her and Ash being taken away naked by sinister, masked men. She stared near teary-eyed when two girls she didn't recognize carried her yet again naked form away in a blanket.
"My name is Kuroda. You got here because you were kidnapped by a criminal organisation called Eclipse then later rescued by my employees. They also rescued Ash Ketchum who is with his family now. Your Pokemon are at the local Pokemon centre. We checked you out medically to ensure you weren't hurt, then let you rest. You heard me in your head because I am like you, gifted with abilities. Mine haven't been suppressed by the fear of others though." She spoke aloud.
The terrified violet haired girl looked around the room unable to meet Kuroda's impossibly perfect face. The room was white walled with light blue blinds on the windows. Sparse but relaxing decorations.
"Where'd… those images come from?"
"Remote viewing." She tapped her head. "I can teach you."
"Teach? … no I need to… need to…"
Anabel frowned. "H-how do you know about me?"
"The ones who kidnapped you broke the subconscious limits you placed on your abilities. You have abilities far beyond reading the emotions of Pokemon. I reinstated- at least temporarily- those limits for your and others protection. Before I did this however, you projected much of your emotions and thoughts into your surroundings. I feel like I've known you for years. Feel free to ask me about my past if you wish. Like past lovers." She whispered the last part conspiratorially with a smile.
"W-what do you want from me?" She asked frightened. She wanted to see her friends, or the authorities…
"You have incredible potential Anabel, both in aura abilities and intelligence… I'd like to train you in utilising your powers and exploring your abilities. And possibly improving your wardrobe." She joked to Anabel's slight annoyance.
Anabel squeaked. "I…I… Am I a prisoner here?" She trembled.
Kuroda stood up, and Anabel's eyes treacherously zeroed in on the older woman's large breasts as they bounced with her movement. "No Anabel, the doors right there if you want to leave. And here's some clothes." She picked up some black garments.
They stared at each other for a moment. Anabel going red as she realised she was thinking about how she was truly the most beautiful…
Anabel was disturbed that she thought the mysterious woman was hot. She felt a bizarre, unsettling feeling around this Kuroda woman at her proximity.
Thinking about it, Kuroda reminded Anabel of female characters from Anime; tall, ridiculously proportioned, flawlessly beautiful and faultlessly graceful.
"C-can you leave… while I get changed?"
Kuroda smiled. 'She is so sheltered… how cute.'
She left and stood outside keeping an eye on Anabel remotely via Aura, watching as the slender girl put on clothes she had selected for her finding her disturbed reactions and panic cute.
-X-
Anabel winced as she pulled on the garments; they were too tight, she felt uncomfortable, even constricted, in clothing that hugged her body tight and left all too little to the imagination. She had never liked wearing attire that was form-fitting or revealing and considered asking for different clothes, then relented as there was something about the near unnaturally beautiful woman that made her feel on edge.
She looked at herself in the mirror; a black jacket, a white shirt underneath, black trousers and shoes- she had never dressed like this and blushed as she thought she actually looked pretty badass.
Anabel opened the rooms single door and stepped out clearly expecting a trap.
"No one here will hurt you Anabel." Kuroda soothed as she leaned against the nearby wall. "Also that outfit looks great on you." Inciting another flash of red from the smaller girl.
"Thank you for… helping… saving me… but I just want to go home…"
"I should warn you, the blocks I put on your increased powers may not hold, I really recommend you stay and learn to control your powers, not just for what they can do for you, but for the safety of people around you."
"… thank you…. But I have it under control… which way out?"
Kuroda smiled. "This way."
Anabel and Kuroda walked down stairs, she saw flashes and felt… something. She stepped away from her guide and stepped to a room with several people inside. It looked like a classroom.
Anabel's eyes widened when she saw a teenager, younger than her with glowing eyes. Before her a set of barbells rose up, slowly lowered, then rose up again. The Frontier Brain realised the girl was using telekinesis to curl the weights with her brain. Another older male was holding cutlery in his hand where it warped shapes like it was liquid under unseen force.
"Some of my students."
Anabel was intrigued. But she needed to get away from here. "I… I need to go… I have friends waiting for me."
"Also your Pokemon are at the local Pokemon centre." Kuroda supplied.
"... er, yes, of course..."
They said their goodbyes and parted.
-X-
Kuroda's office…
Walking imperiously, the Sunrise boss shoved open double doors and entered her office; the room was half functional place of business with a holo-display, bookshelf and a desk while the other half a meditative space with a yoga mat on the floor on the floor, incense and mind altering substances in a wooden cupboard.
"Mistress, are you really going to let her leave?" Asked one of her students.
"Of course not."
Between her thumb and forefinger she held a glass container holding several strands of Anabel's purple hair she had removed while the girl was sleeping.
"You just need to apply the correct pressure…"
She looked at the purple hair- then into it with her 'third eye', seeing the patterns of light and energy that made up all living things.
She took a deep breath, expanding her own Aura into the samples quite lovely life pattern, she synched with the aura signature present in the hair in her hand and expanding her awareness again, her perception ascended beyond the building to 'see' the Auras of hundreds of people all around the city.
Using the hair as an anchor, she was drawn to Anabel's life force. Focusing a little harder she began to manipulate the younger girls energy smiling at her subjects predicament to come.
-X-
Not far away...
Anabel stood on an empty Train, tightly gripping a metal pole in anxiety as the vehicle trundled down through the awakening city. At early morning, the traffic still hadn't built up.
Miss Kuroda had given Anabel money for fare to get her to the hotel for Masters League trainers (the Sunrise HQ was on the city outskirts). Despite her generosity, the stunning woman… unnerved the younger woman. She looked around still terrified and trembling about the events of… how long had it been since she was kidnapped, violated and Arceus knew what else?
What disturbed Anabel more than anything else was how well she was holding up- why was she not screaming and crying? Was it something to do with her 'weird' brain and freaky powers? Maybe it just hadn't sunk in yet that she was kidnapped. And violated. And something about her had truly changed.
Her head shot up in alarm as the train doors swung open and a newcomer entered; a slender female with honey blonde hair, clad in spandex shorts and a sweat stained sports top, bounced in and stood against a metal pole, stretching her long legs. She looked to have been jogging.
The newcomer was named Serena Sparke, a Pokemon Performer from Vaniville Town in Kalos.
Miles away, Kuroda saw through Anabel's unknowing eyes, scrutinizing her target;
'What a pretty little thing just skipped in…'
Gently touching Anabel's surface consciousness she regarded the junior psychic's thoughts on the new girl.
'Oh, so repressed and tightly wound… let me help…'
Under Kuroda's compulsion, Anabel looked deeper at the young woman. She looked the same age as her; late teens; she was attractive in a cute way; wavy honey coloured hair and vivid blue eyes, she had a slender, toned body that she equated to a dancer. Out of character, Anabel's gaze settled on the woman's ass, toned, and sitting well atop long, graceful legs.
Anabel continued staring and glumly thought that the woman was better endowed than her. Her eyes lingered on the athletic form of the stranger not realising that this wasn't normal for her.
Amused at the pure-hearted girls tease with the Fun Side, Kuroda drew up more of her power, using Anabel's unknowingly hijacked brain to… suggest some things to the people around the Frontier Brain, hissing in contentment as her awareness brushed against the girls untapped power.
'This girl is this strong as a novice…' She thought, thinking of the possibilities of the young Ms Destra as her student…
Anabel put her palm to her head feeling something off, inside her mind Kuroda was impressed the untrained girl was aware of her imbalance- but the girl lacked the experience to use her incredible natural gifts and wouldn't detect her… especially not when the fun started…
-X-
Serena Sparke, proud native of Vaniville Town in the Kalos Region, Pokémon trainer turned lone adventuress had come to White Apex City hoping to see the best trainers in the world. She had crossed hundreds of miles, on foot and ship, seeking inspiration to take her blossoming career as a Pokemon performer to the next level.
The driven young woman exercised daily to train herself as well as her Pokemon (who at this moment were at a Pokemon Center after a street challenge Pokemon battle that didn't go so well for her).
As she stretched from the aftermath of her run around the city, the sweat glistening young woman didn't notice the strikingly coloured girl sitting in the corner, not at all subtle in looking her up and down.
Kuroda studied the girl through Anabel's eyes;
'Certainly lovely looking… let's have a closer look…'
Oblivious to the schemes around her, Serena planned her coming day;
'Okay… list of things to do; take a shower, pick up Pokemon, call… call…what was I…'
Serena's mind became clouded. She tried to hold on to her thoughts but couldn't. Then her pretty face shifted; her normally shining blue eyes widened and went glassy, her mouth dropped open as her body temperature skyrocketed and new, nefarious thoughts were inserted into her mind…
Hissing in discomfort, Anabel placed both hands on her temples as a splitting migraine came over her. Then a familiarity; the same feeling she felt when in that room being… violated. Energy. Power. Being connected to…
…something.
She blinked and shook her head, her vision refocusing.
A shadow fell over her and as her head swam, Anabel looked up to see the strange girl walk towards her, swaying slightly as the train shook in motion.
She looked odd; her face looked flushed- more so than it had a second ago, her eyes were lidded, her eyes- beautiful- seemed to look… like something Anabel couldn't describe, though she gazed into the blue orbs mesmerised at their loveliness for a moment.
She suddenly realised what she was doing, she squeaked and stood up, face burning in humiliation at staring like a creep at this stranger.
"Er… c-can I-I help… you…?" She heard herself stammer out, sounding very far away.
'Arceus! She's beautiful…'
Anabel stood there staring; the strangers hair seemed to shimmer somewhere between delicious honey and pure sunshine, her eyes, looked like sapphires lit up by some divine light, her skin…
The strangers hands shot out and grabbed Anabel on either side of her head. Before the shocked purple-haired girl could do anything, the brunette stepped into her personal space, crushing her soft body to the Frontier Brain's and kissing her on the mouth.
In any other situation, Anabel would have said- yelled "What are you doing?!" or shoved the crazy, gorgeous girl off her. Instead she stood, arms in the air, frozen in disbelief, before settling on the blonde's back grasping into her near small-of-back length hair. She would later wonder why, for now, she pulled the other girl into her and returning the kiss. It felt soft, hot, inviting. On some level, the young Salon Maiden wondered where this had been all her life. Purple eyes were saucer wide as the mind behind them drowned in the sensations of this strange, beautiful girl kissing her.
Relaxing into the onslaught of affection, Anabel's mouth was owned, the brunette (under Kuroda's puppeteering) forced her leg between the Salon Maiden's legs pressing her shin against her still covered sex. She began awkwardly rubbing it up and down against her targets sensitive area.
Panicked breathing through her nostrils and yet more panicked eye darting illustrated Anabel's increasing inability to endure the voracious, wonderful assault; something was building inside her that she didn't want to stop, though a part of her brain said she should.
Watching remotely through Serena's hijacked eyes, Kuroda excitedly studied her soon to be new student; she was unblemished, a blank canvas for her to stain or decorate as she pleased.
Overwhelmed, Anabel felt the kiss finally break, she gasped in and out, looking up in confused desire at the girl who still held her face mere inches from her own..
Anabel felt her legs give out and distantly felt her superheated body fall back onto the seat she had forgotten about. The wide-mouthed Salon Maiden gazed up as Serena stepped between power-stripped legs, bending at the waist and lowering over the immobilized purplette.
RRIIIPPP!
Still staring glassily, she tore open Anabel's shirt revealing her small but shapely breasts to her lidded blue eyes.
Anabel looked down, not in horror or outrage, but near-detached curiosity. Onlookers may have wondered if the purple-eyed girl was stoned as the young woman showed and indeed felt no shame or inadequacy as the stranger placed sweaty, and surprisingly rough palms to grip both her exposed mounds, easily encompassing the modest breasts, fingers began squeezing into the flesh while thumbs rubbed circles over the nipples much to Anabel's slightly absent delight.
For several wonderful moments the coordinator explored the purple-topped girls body; hands running across belly, hips, squeezing breasts. Serena's eyes stared, lidded, dazed at Anabel's overheated face. Opposing purple eyes wandered over the brunette's lithe, lovely body.
Through remote viewing, Kuroda watched happily as her soon to be student's modest chest rose and fell in panicked breaths, slender muscles tensed in arousal, glistening sweat beading on her naked skin.
The train passed through an empty station. Realising their time was short, Kuroda ordered an escalation;
At telepathic instruction, the young performer unbuckled and yanked down the frozen in shock Frontier Brain's tight pants and silky underwear easily overpowering the girls slight weight. After some minor tugging and yanking, Anabel's borrowed lowered garments were wrapped around her ankles as she sat clumsily letting the unfamiliar woman have her way with her.
The train entered a tunnel and darkness filled the carriage. The girls eyes, glowed in the dark, locked; bright, yet glassy blue against light, yet shimmering purple. Anabel felt fear, yet somewhat muffled.
Holding onto the more slender girls thighs, the honey-topped girls head leaned forwards between Anabel's legs.
Despite being under telepathic complacency, the young Psychic could not hold in a yelp of shock when a hot, moist tongue (likely with some of her own saliva still on it), pressed onto and across her sexual regions.
Instinctively, her slightly wrapped up legs closed. Serena easily reopened them. The sitting girl then began gasping wantonly as the dark-golden-brunette lapped up and down the Salon Maiden's labia, the purplette's body quivered in the seat, feeling like a Thundershock was being sent through her.
The influenced Performer began kissing her lower regions, gently biting down on her most sensitive spot and gently tugging on them.
Holding in desperate cries, Anabel bucked against Serena's face, her hands gripping tightly into the metro's seats, Serena's shimmering locks, anything she could find for purchase.
Beneath her, somewhat glassy bright blue eyes, stared ahead into the flesh it was pleasuring. Anabel's eyes went wide when Serena's long tongue slid into her quivering body. Already as hot as magma, the young girls juices dripped onto the coordinators probing tongue. She almost shrieked when the tongue coiled snakelike inside her courtesy of Kuroda's high experience with bisexuality. She couldn't prevent her legs from closing, squashing Serena's face between her thighs.
The near smothered girl, enjoyed herself under influence. The heat, the taste, the smell, the feel of the other girls thighs against her cheeks, it all escalated emotions within the Pokemon Performer's hijacked consciousness and her body reacted with her partners, one hand leaving Anabel's thigh to finger herself as she ate the stranger out.
While she was orally penetrated, Anabel vibrated in ecstasy; her hands flailed about grabbing onto seats, Serena's long, honey-colored hair, any kind of purchase in range to regain control of herself.
She tried to pull away from the overwhelming feelings but Serena shifted her hands grasp from the Salon Maiden's thigh to a grab of bared butt behind the overwhelmed girl, wrapping her arms around her in a hug-like grip, lifting the psychic's ass off the seat and driving her weight onto her back and shoulders and neck.
As the train journeyed deeper into the city, the pair continued. Serena pushed further forwards, stabbing her tongue deeper in, her nose pressed against the almost thrashing girls clit. Responding by grinding her teeth together as her attacker licked into her, a decadent thrill filled the Frontier Brain as the brunette ate her out, hungrily devouring her like she was a crackhead Snorlax.
Anabel's body temp, heartbeat, breathing. All skyrocketed further as she panicked and pleasured. Her shoulders protested as they held her body up as Serena sank her teeth into her clit, driving the overwhelmed lilac haired girl into sapphic orgasm. The Frontier Brain's slender body went straight, then buckled as she came into Serena's mouth, the light brunette loudly and uncouthly gulped it all down easily audible as Anabel muffled her own orgasm cry by covering her mouth, slapping a hand over it and screaming into her fingers. Despite her Machamp-tight hold, Serena almost lost her grip on the frontier brain as she climaxed against her face, sex juices soaking the brunettes pretty features.
After several uncontrolled jerks, the Frontier Brain fell back limp onto the seat, sprawled out so gracelessly she nearly slithered onto the floor, staring up at the ceiling in a daze, tears in her eyes. Anabel's normally brilliant, inquisitive purple eyes rolled into her head.
Miles away, Kuroda smiled in approval. Anabel's training was going well. This girl was perceptive, unsullied, filled with raw, untapped energy, with the ability to affect aura on a grand scale while her mind was naïve and repressed. Kuroda would make the girl hers.
Serena stood on wobbly legs. She stepped back form the seemingly mind-broken Anabel and undressed. Without shame or hesitation she pulled her shirt and sports bra off and casually tossed it aside. She pulled her sweat stained shorts and panties off next. She kept her gleaming white sneakers on.
Anabel stared in open-mouthed wonder, she was truly lovely underneath, inspiring an unfamiliar lust in just looking at the strange girl; she had lovely, long powerful legs, wide hips, a shapely form and breasts slightly larger than her own, below a strikingly lovely face with silky honey colored tresses that seemingly shone in the sun and heartbreakingly lovely blue eyes.
Serena adjusted the writhing Salon Maiden on the creaking seat. She kneeled on that same seat, manipulating Anabel's body like a perverse doll; placing the Sapphic pair in what Kuroda's psychic dictation stated was 'proper position'; Anabel on her back, legs in the air. Serena yanked Anabel's borrowed shoes, socks, pants and undergarments off leaving her bare on the stained cushioned seat.
The coordinator eased her dominant hand between the Frontier Brains long legs, smiling almost drunkenly. Without conscious thought, Anabel spread her legs offering up her arousal-inflamed lower regions.
Kuroda-directed fingers danced over her labia causing the purple haired girl to moan in contentment. A purple haired head narrowly avoided banging itself against the train window (that clearly gave view to crowds of people beneath them going about their business).
Both of Anabel's hands reached out and seized Serena's locks, twisting the brunette's considerable tresses into tangles with uncharacteristic violence as she forced Serena deeper into her body.
The usually elegant Performer slurped and suckled loudly on the prize between Anabel's legs, then took her clit between her teeth and nibbled on it, the pressure of teeth on her pleasure button making the purple-eyed girl spasm in half pleasure/half pain.
Anabel's eyes opened saucer wide as the brunette beneath her drove a single digit into the young psychic's vagina. Relaying the scene to her puppeteer, Serena carefully watched Anabel's facial and bodily reaction as she began stabbing a second digit inside the smaller girl, establishing a rhythm, going faster and harder with each thrust.
Serena leaned over the sprawled out psychic, straddling her bared tits dangling down to rub against the fairer skinned girls own bust.
The purple haired psychic squeaked as Serena pinched her labia between her fingers and rubbed them together producing heat on a scale a potent fire type Pokemon would appreciate. Next, she pinched each vaginal lip separately and began tugging on them, sometimes simultaneously, sometimes one at a time. Anabel's hips sharply rose off the seat with every pull and yank, her breath coming in loud, desperate pants.
Anabel's legs struck the seats with thuds against the noise of the in motion locomotive, as she almost flailed, inspired by Serena rubbing her clit, Serena's distant features showed a mouth dropping open as she (under Kuroda's compulsion) shoved a finger inside the Frontier Brains body.
Even via remote sensing Kuroda felt how tight her soon to be student was. She twisted a finger clockwise inside Anabel's young body, grinning as the girl winced. Serena took her free hand, reached under Anabel's head, gripped her short locks in an homage to the Metal Claw move and pulled the purple haired lovely head up seizing her face in another sapphic kiss.
Her tongue flailed around inside Anabel's mouth in frantic tandem with the fingers driving in and out of her quivering vagina. The Salon Maiden moaned around the lip lock as Serena shoved a third finger inside her and cruelly began corkscrewing her fingers in and out, the frontier brain spasming around her, helpless to anything but her desires. Sweat pooled in the seat cushions, Anabel's muscles tensed tighter as Serena upped her assault up to four fingers, shoving them in and out of her with savagery in sharp contrast to her placid face. Serena licked the sweat off her partners face leaving her features wet with her saliva.
Anabel's slender body vibrated faster than a Pichu on steroids as the digits thumped against her G-spot. While wishing Anabel's tits were large enough to bounce or really jiggle, the adorable expressions on the girls pretty and now spit-stained features easily held Kuroda's attention and interest.
She twisted on the girls clit dangerously hard. The pain must have been stunning as Anabel began bouncing her ass up and down on the seat now drenched in her juices.
Expertly, Kuroda's puppet slowed down her pumping of the girl, her fingers spreading out inside the girl stretching her inner walls reaching as far inside as her cervix.
Gaping yet wider as all five fingers of Serena's hand invaded her, Anabel whimpered, went crosseyed, wordlessly pleading the girl she had met only minutes earlier to take her to release. Kuroda's puppet was similarly affected (the Sunrise mistress was positive Serena was a virgin). Juices rained from Anabel's sex tunnel as the puppeteered girl continued to twist her fingers around inside her. Her nails pressed against her G-spot, forcing earthquake tremors to crash over the defrocked Frontier Brain like erotic shockwaves.
Her fingers stretched out within the gasping, whimpering beauty, Serena quick attacked her inner regions, faster and faster, almost all the way out to only the tips of her slick fingers within the overwhelmed girl, then punching back in. Simultaneously, Serena pinched and pulled fiercely at the Psychic's clit, filling the carriage with gasps and yelps and sending the slender girl into spasms on the seat, thoughtlessly she launched her pelvis up at the ceiling of the moving vehicle so high, any pedestrians looking in through the window would be able to easily see her lewd motions.
Only her feet and head stayed on the soaked seat as she flailed in ecstasy.
Grinning at the events occurring miles away, Kuroda lay on her office coach pleasuring herself via a hand down her pants.
Anabel's body, hotter than a Charizard, vibrating faster than the molecules of a Raichu, threatening to emit a scream louder than any Gyarados, convulsed as fingers shoved into her passed her cervix, Serena forcing her arm near elbow deep into her.
Anabel bit into her hand- it was the only way to avoid a scream that likely would have shattered windows. Every micron of her body seared then relaxed as pleasure rushed over her like a Tidal Wave.
Her orgasm hit, heralded by a smothered scream, glistening face turning redder as she sucked in breaths through her nostrils, eyes rolling into back of head as her brain glitched. Sexual fluids erupted like an obscene watergun from between Anabel's legs, gushing around Serena's arm and spattering against her bicep and elbow with the power. The hand fell away from Anabel's overheated face and she lay there drooling from her mouth mind-fried. She lay limp on the soaked seat, Serena's arm still embedded inside her, gently gliding her fingers about inside Anabel's young womb.
'Well, I think I've had my fun with the girls…' Kuroda thought. She mentally transmitted the command for Serena to sleep. In her minds eye she saw the girl slump to the floor, her arm slipping out of Anabel's body with a wet pop.
Anabel though… 'It wouldn't do for my new student to be arrested for public lewdeness…' She directed energy to the girl to briefly revitalise her- like she was some Shonen jump hero finding the strength within or whatever that nonsense was.
And what strength it was! She was amazed at the speed with which Anabel, brought herself back together, redressing, then raced off, running at speeds that would astound a track star!
'That'll be fun and useful when I get her in bed…' She grinned savagely.
-X-
The train came to a stop in a station with several sleepy people standing in wait.
They woke in shock as a purple and black blur leapt out of the carriage at speeds that would shame a Rapidash, so fast they couldn't make out what they saw.
Anabel sprinted as fast as her orgasm weakened legs could make her. She was barefoot though didn't feel the rough concrete on her feet thanks to adrenaline, her overall clothing was lacking; her pants were on (no panties beneath), she had somehow forced on her jacket and shirt though she had to hold them closed due to buttons being torn off in passion. Tears flowed from her eyes, not just from fear from what she just did… but from the fact that she felt so good from it...
She didn't notice if anyone saw her appearance, too ashamed and terrified to worry about being seen or delayed. Or remember that she left her underwear and a naked girl she'd just had sex with on the floor of a public train.
After running blocks at record speeds, she collided with something very large, very soft and very supple, she bounced off and would have hit the floor ass first if two strong arms hadn't grabbed her.
She froze in horror, staring into the uncannily beautiful eyes of the Sunrise head Ms Kuroda.
"..I…I.." Anabel teared up unable to get the words out.
The older woman pulled the near hysterical girl to her massive chest.
"Shh… you're okay… it'll be all right…"
Anabel's legs went from under her and she started crying in the voluptuous woman's embrace...
-X-
END CHAPTER 14
AUTHORS NOTES
This story went through several drafts before I settled on this;
(1) Anabel leaves the Sunrise base, Kuroda uses her as an antenna to inspire crazy sex antics in random people on the street, freaking Anabel out into returning to the Sunrise Boss. Abandoned since I didn't think it had much impact on Anabels character.
(2) Anabel gets on a train, two people get on; a cop and a jogger. Kuroda sexnotises them into sex including penetration with a nightstick. Abandoned since I didn't think readers would be interested in sex between nameless OCs.
(3) Same as 2 except the jogger is Serena, better but seemed problematic and hard to believe Anabel would just sit there and watch them for their whole intercourse.
(4) Anabel and Serena both manipulated into sex with each other- also I like to do new things and I don't recall doing a non-BDSM femslash fic before.
I have been considering bringing Serena back later in the story as a pairing for Anabel but haven't figured out how to do that yet.
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