Chapter 1 - Learning A Skill

   "You're finally awake. Wonderful. I'm so thankful they didn't break you…" a voice rang out. It was the first thing the young maiden could recognize beyond the sharp ringing in her ears. The second being a piercing stab of pain as she twisted her neck to look around. That's when it all began to come back to her. She opened her eyes just a crack to see the imposing figure of the tall suit clad madman that she called her boss. He stood with a regal glow about him, though she had known him long enough to see past the immense charm and learn of the sinister lifestyle he led, and the countless acts of evil he had either inspired or personally made possible. Before her, was the one and only crime lord to have a hand in nearly every unnatural disaster in the last decade, in some way or another. 

   "You have failed me for the last time, I'm afraid. I have but one thing for you dear Jessie. Here, pick the means of your punishment." He said stepping forward as he pushed a small open briefcase toward her on a metal table on wheels. His black suit and red tie disappeared from view. Jessie, who was still far dizzy from the blow to the neck that had knocked her out countless hours ago, looked down into the briefcase, then back up at the face of the menacing grin held on his face. 

   "Giov- Boss, I don't understand." Jessie spoke. Her perfect cherry lips felt sore and cracked from lack of water. Her eyes trailed down to the half dozen Pokéballs nestled in the foam mold within the case.

   "Pick a number. Whatever Pokémon emerges you shall have train you to be more… Successful." He responded. Jessie tried to move her body but felt her arms and legs trapped, and then felt a chilly breeze stroke across her entire body in such an invasive way, she gulped. She was completely naked. She looked around even though it caused her neck to strain some. She looked down at her body to see she was rigged in some sort of… machine. She was on stilts, her arms out as far as they would go, her legs open to a wide V, a support under her diaphragm, and one around her neck keeping her head from being able to move much. Each had a large round cuff with a right rubber lining that locked her in place, with the exception of the one under her middle, which was more of a cradling seat that supported much of her weight. Her massive mammaries hung down freely and her pink areola glistened with her bar stud piercings. She began to tug and breathe rapidly in the onset of panic. 

   Giovanni sighed and snapped his fingers. "See that Miss Jessie here is comfortable, gentlemen." He said to someone far behind her out of sight. There was a shuffling of footprints and she tried to look behind her. Instead, all she saw was a white trench coat overlaying some casual black work pants and grey boots. Then, the feel of latex gloves pushed just above the collar like stilt that was around her lower neck. The cold metal of the outer part rubbed against her shoulder, then a burning hot piercing sensation pricked her neck just beyond the pair of fingers. She felt a warm spurt of a strange liquid erupting from the piercing pain and realized she was being injected with something. She flailed with all her energy to fight him, her body twisting and straining against the bonds but failing to budge from them. Then, her every muscle relaxed and her heart rate slowed. She was no longer scared or angry, and instead actually felt rather calm. The sensation spread through her rapidly from her neck, and quickly pacified all intentions of resilience against this. 

   "So, once more Jessie. Pick a number. 1, through 6 as if you were reading." He stated calmly. He was always so cool and relaxed, never showing anything beyond his collected and scheming gaze. 

   "1" Jessie slurred. The decision was a simple one, not one that required any thought. In fact, she had simply answered with that because it was the only number that came to mind, having only half paid any attention to what he said. Giovanni reached down and grabbed the ball from the case, and expanded it in his grip. 

   "Not a bad choice. I'm sure he will do a good job of training you. Machamp has always been quite adept at getting results. Unlike you." He said as he hit the little button on the Pokéball as a flash of electrical red released him. Next to Giovanni was now a kneeling humanoid Pokémon, with 4 gargantuan arms, each ripped with muscles any bodybuilder would be jealous at. His body was a solid bundle of muscles. Wherever one ended, another one began. He was the peak of physical fitness. He remained kneeling when Giovanni turned and waved a hand at the two. From behind her she could also hear footsteps reatreating. Giovanni then began to leave from a metal door, as he flashed a key card over a scanner. He paused in the doorway. 

   "Machamp, you may do anything you wish to her, no need to hold back. Teach her what it means to give it your all, why don't you?" He snickered as he left, and the door came to a whooshing shut behind him. As soon as the electronic lock beeped to show it was closed securely, the Machamp finally stood. She craned her neck to keep an eye on it. It flexed a few times and began to stretch, as if it were prepared and for a swim. She eyed it curiously though, her naked body gave some inkling of info into the irregular setting. She didn't even mind though, odd enough. She felt a soft warmth flowing through her bloodstream all over, making her pleasantly happy, oddly comfortable, and undeniably horny. She remained silent as she looked over the muscle bound Pokémon. 

   He was roughly 6 feet tall, but he was built like a brick wall. His arms, all 4 of them, could not lay flat to his sides due to the swell of his muscles. His hands were nearly twice that of her own, it seemed. He looked much like a wrestler or a karate master, and his black briefs were all that he wore. Though, each Machop and their evolution tree had this. Did they… work as briefs? Like a human wearing underwear? She was curious. Though, one thing was for sure, in that as Machamp turned his gaze onto her, she spread open and level with his hips, her massive udders hanging below her and beautiful locks or red hair undone and hanging down in a cascading curtain that nearly reached the ground, they certainly contained something. A swell beyond the briefs began to form. First it was a small mound, then a tenting bulge, and then, as he approached her, it looked like a small arm was trapped within the continually stretching elastic. One of his four hands reached down to the lip of the elastic and tugged it away. 

   Within the briefs she could see the massive bulge bending, straining as they could only stretch so far. Finally, with a mighty force his cock was let free. It was like a wet slap to the face, the deep grey massive of vein riddled cockmeat hitting her square in the nose and causing it to smoosh up against the underside of his cock. It flopped down against the bridge of her nose, all the way past her forehead. Then, a second weight slapped down right on top of the first, this one slightly to the left as it obscured her sight. She gulped as her nether lips quivered in anticipation. Not one, but two human-like grey cocks lay upon her face. Though both were larger than any other she had ever seen. These were not something that were meant to be on a human body, or even something that looked to be on anything his size. Though, they were as impressively swollen as any other muscle on his body, so there was that. 

   The Machamp pulled his hips back and ground them forward, slowly rubbing her face down with these members, leaving a shiny coating of salty, greasy fluids in its wake. A cock head for each cheek, slowly pushing the muscles around and making her squint. He ground then upon her nostrils and filled her with the heart musk. It was a sour, powerful scent that lingered in her lungs and filled the air between them. She opened her jaw lazily, her lower lip falling open and her tongue sliding into the space between her teeth and lower lip. Machamp moved one hand down to each of his cocks and gripped them somewhere around the middle of the dual 18 inch lengths. Each was as thick as her wrist. His 3rd hand tangled into her hair and yanked her neck straight, straining it against the cuffs. She let out a soft whimper but she opened her jaw wide and let the lower log of a cock. The mushroom cap pressed against her teeth, even as she opened her mouth as wide as she could. 

   Machamp certainly wasn't someone to say no just at something as trivial as a small hole, surely. He pushed his hips forward as his lower cock strained her jaw. His upper cock pushed up against her nostrils even further, both cocks stuck as her tongue flailed powerfully over this moshi like head and slipped into his large slit. Machamp hissed air through pursed lips as his massive sitrus berry sized nuts twitched before her face. She wished so deeply that she could cradle them in her hands, heave them back and forth and feel the weight of them. His hips gave a little jiggle and she could feel the cap of his cock growing more firm, followed by a pair of precum squirts. Her mouth was filled with the thick oily substance and one of her nostrils took the full brunt of it, making her eyes go cross as she nearly sneezed it back onto him. 

    His hips then shoved forward, popping her jaw painfully wide and for just a moment. Cock slammed down to her throat and up the bridge of her nose as both as snot and precum slathered the bulging cumvein of his rod. It smeared over her face and left a tingling warmth that made her brain swirl in exotic lust. Her tongue was flattened down on the other cock, cupping the underside of the massive length. She could stare around the upper cock to see the multitude of vein riddled inches yet to come. His last hand cupped her neck from below, just in time to slam his cock into her convulsing gullet. His length stretched far too wide her poor poor neck, making everything strain. Her moans tickled the inches of cock as it sloppily dragged precum and spittle up and down. He began to saw his lengths across and within her body. He panted softly, clearly enjoying himself.

   Jessie was enjoying herself almost as much, as drool leaked from both lips above and below. Slobber soaked his knobs, dripped down her chin, and bubbled from the corners of her lips down the inches. From her nether lips sticky femjuices over her shaven mound, and it made a puddle onto the ground. Her pussy ached for attention, she wiggling her backside as she slurped down the mass before her. She could feel his length bulging her gullet and pressing over his fingers as they cupped her neck. A little bump-bump-bump-bump as his throat stretching cockhead pushed past his muscled sausage fingers. The savage was using her throat for nothing more than a cocksleeve, and she pushed her tongue to readily lube the inches to come, helping him throatfuck her with slutty eagerness. 

    His hands held her hair in place and the other two moved away his cocks to free the rest of the inches for throat thrusting. They instead reached down and manhandled her massive tits, aggressively wrapping around them and squeezing. His hands could wrap around the massive double d cup udders, fully enclosing them. He tugged and squeezed, straining the flesh as if he were milking her as a Milktank. There was a loud sound of fluids squirting down onto the ground, splashing into a puddle, and she could feel the tiny holes in her nipples spurting out a warm thin liquid. She moaned around his cock and realized he was milking her, her already large breasts were feeling heavier. Must have been that drug? She didn't have time or the brainpower available to even worry over it though, as his cock pulled back into her jaw and messily dumped a huge glob of precum onto the back of her tongue, then rammed down into place once again. The cock on her face was now dribbling stick pre into her hair and heavily flopping with each thrust. 

   His cock in her throat now bulged the entirety of her throat, and the massive girth could be seen disappearing down into her collar bone. Machamp called out his name as the pace picked up, pulling out less, and slamming more into her with every hip pump. His strong two toed feet stamped forward, simply walking his cock into her throat. Now that his cock was no longer able to receive any extra pleasure from his throat gripping hand, it instead switched to stroking his meaty upper cock. Knuckles rapped against her nose as he pumped the meat before her eyes. She watched as the veiny skin slipped up and down his inches, partially swallowing his cockhead, then pulling back to reveal the thick lip of the underside of the head. She lazily gazed up at it as her tongue sloppily coated the massive length, wishing she could please the second one. 

   As she distracted herself with his jerking, watching as precum rolled down his knuckles and flew everywhere over her skull and shoulders, she didn't notice until it was upon her. With lip bruising efficiency, his hips slammed into her jaw, crushing her nose between the bases of the cocks, and stretching her esophagus so wide she could feel the stomach acid bathing his cockhead. She couldn't breathe, but she hardly felt an urgency to do so even as black rings of asphyxiation crept in. Machamp rammed her guts, and jerked his upper length with vigor. Her lips quivered as she pictured the massive length he jerked, instead impaling her pristine high quality cunt. Her tongue slobbered over his base, swishing and beating the cum vein while her moans echoed out and she felt her throat shaped to his cock. There was a quick shudder, his hips shaking suddenly as the monstrous pair of cock began to twitch. 

   His hips bucked powerfully in time with these twitches, and he roughly pistoned his lower cock into her stomach. Her crimson lips struggled to contain all the spittle and throat slop that he fucked loose from her as he pounded her face. Powerful meaty hands squeezed pulled at her breasts and continued to drain the massive teats of their milky contents. She could do nothing but moan but in guttural approval to his throat and face fucking. Her lower lips cried for attention but at the same time, with his hands manipulating her breasts, and the sheer adoration of having her upper body used for Machamp's approaching orgasm, she was rapidly approaching a light, thigh quivering explosion of pleasure as well. Above her, Machamp pumped his massive hand up and down the giant length, squeezing precum down the underside and decorating her face with the sticky teardrops of pre. 

   His hips barreled into her at an increasing pace, until it was much of a grey blur with heavy balls battering her chin hard enough to bruise it. Jessie let her eyelids droop as she concentrated on the throat fucking even as her lungs began to scream for air. The rings of black crept in more and more, until she was conscious only due to pleasure. Her vision was no more than a dull, pinpoint circle that she lazily gazed over his slobber slick shaft sawing in and out of her jaw. She almost passed out, thinking about how she wouldn't ge to see or feel what his leathery balls had to offer. Just as she began to give in, the inches reversed from her throat and everything pulled out. Air instinctively flooded her lungs as she inhaled spoonfuls of precum, and her eyes went wide once more. Her throat felt raw, yet so smooth. Her throat was beyond fucked, and instead he had shaped it perfectly to his cock. 

   A cock that was now entirely slathered with throat slop and sticky ropes of saliva.  He shook his hips and simply whirlwind the cock over her face, still jerking the upper one. Her face was completely soaked in her own throat juices and her eyelashes were sticking to her lower eyelids with thick globs of spit. The salty fluids burned her eyes as she tried to blink them away. Even as she panted in a feverish desperation if the chilly air, she still managed to perform a dutiful tongue massage of his lower inches and curl up under one ball at a time. Her tongue could hardly even lift each ball, they feeling more than a pound apiece. She let out shallow moans in between gasps for air and relished in the feeling of his heavy muscular cock giving her a facial with her own throat sludge. 

   As she finally stopped the creeping blur of asphyxiation, and her breath had begun to slip into a more steady rhythm, Machamp stopped jerking and let both cocks hit her face. It was like being slapped in the face by a pair of greasy steaks. The scent was strong, and the fluids sticky. She hummed in approval, a deep slow moan rumbling in her throat as she held her jaw wide open and ran her tongue and lips across the underside of the girthy meat. The Machamp groaned out a low, rumbling cry as he swiftly pulled back his hips and wrapped one muscular hand around the pair of cocks. His hand couldn't even close around the pair, though he held them firmly together around the base as he pulled back and brought them down to her lips. He poised, for just a moment, so she understood what was happening, and thrust. She opened her jaw as wide as she could but even so he caused her jaw to pop as the pair of rubber like caps slammed into her mouth. 

   Her lips strained almost comically wide as the pair of cocks punched at the back of her throat and opened it wide. She sputtered a wet gasp around the inches as they tore into her throat and gaped it. It could be seen through her throat, the shape of both cocks carving her gullet open. His hand rapidly pumped up and down the unsucked inches, knuckles beating her lips and nose and then slamming down to his base, before a deep slosh could be heard from his sack as his nuts clenched and began to fire off his cum like artillery. Each hand pump, and hip thrust forced out a wet 'gluck' of her forced open mouth and throat, as cum was squeezed out. Some was forced down her esophagus in rapid high pressure streams, more so couldn't make it and instead saturated the entirety of her throat and overflowed into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged with the seed before it shot back out from her strained lips. It came out in strong blasts from the corners of her lips where the duo of cocks were at, and some even forced its way into her sinuses and dribbled from her nose. 

   For a dozen long seconds the huge Pokémon before her humped at her face and jerked off its pair of cocks into her throat. Cum turned from ounces, to cups. Her belly felt warm and heavy with what she was capable and forced to swallow, alternating between receiving cannon blasts down her throat and succulent self indulgent gulps. Her tongue twitched along the underside as best it could, even as her jaw was nearly unhinged to take the pair. Finally, he pulled back long and slow. Her lips strained to contain the cock, sucking and slurping wetly as her tongue curled along the cum vein to help milk the slowly leaking cum, and keep as much of it in her at he pulled back. She rolled her eyes back as she savored the rich taste and showered his newly unsheathed inches with hot blasts of air from her nostrils, which still dripped sticky ropes of cum. 

   Both cocks pulled free and Machamp released her head. Jessie let her head slump and lazily cradled her face into his ballsack, it appearing even larger than before. She lazily blinked away the fatigue and tried to talk, but her jaw was uncooperative, she trying to close it and open it several times before she felt a tight pressurized crack, and was back to normal. She groaned, though not in pain. Through all this, there was no pain, just an increasingly difficult to resist lust that burned in her thighs and core. 

   "More… Drain those balls." Jessie whimpered as she lathered his sack with her curling tongue, feeling those orbs twitching in response. Machamp curled his lips up into a crude smile and brought one of his heavy hands down to pat her head, as if reassuring her. He then made his way around her as heavy steps echoed off the metal floor until he was behind her. He paused, leaving her to blindly wonder what he was up to, before a yelp escaped her lips. Two dick thick fingers jammed into her sopping cunt and immediately gaped her folds around the powerful fingers. They shoved in swiftly with no remorse for her, just knuckles deep and punching her lips with his remaining fist. She let out a yelp and bucked her hips as best as the bindings would allow as she pumped her hips over the quarter inch she could slide over. She hummed in pleasure as she felt the fingertips tickling over her twitching warm muscles. A low disappointing mewl crept from her throat as he pulled them back just as fast as he had penetrated her with them. 

    Next came an even louder yelp, though nearly as pleasurable as before. Her asshole took the pair of fingers next, with much more resistance. The friction of her tiny Staryu asshole was eased only by the sticky juices from her cunny that coated the pair of fingers, but sure enough with his strength his fist pushed against the plush orbs of her asscheeks within moments. Her pelvic muscles tightened and flexed and twitched over his fingers as he began to test her depths, but just as she began to moan in enjoyment he pulled them back once more. Jessie let out a distant moan, somewhat begging for more, and all the same just relishing in her still tingling insides. Machamp let out an odd chuckle behind her as he watched her lower lips drool for him. 

   One hand came down to smack her ass with enough force to send ripples through her flesh all the way up her back and made her yell out. The jiggly cheek began to redden immediately. Then another slap came down on the other one, making her gasp and shudder with the impact. Her cheeks felt like they were burning just after a slap apiece. Though, his rough treatment of her rear couldn't be more enjoyable to her drugged mind, her nether lips quivering and she hovering on the cusp of a false orgasm. She was so close but unable to cum, leaving her in a dreadfully aroused state and longing for his touch. She wiggled her hips and twisted them, making her stinging orbs of buttflesh jiggle for him, inviting him for more. Machamp obliged by slamming both hands down onto her ass hard enough to jostle her spine. His hands slapped down so hard that the sound of it echoed in the room, though this time he didn't pull back and instead grabbed each cheek with a hand, fingers so tightly squeezing down on her butt that she swore he was grabbing her by the pelvic bone, rather than her bubble butt. 

   His fingers sank gloriously into the flesh of her ass, nearly enclosed in the squishy flesh as he handled her ass like puddy. He spread them wide and made her asshole stretch open. Her pussy lips parted by the force and exposed her dripping pink insides. Machamp gave a little nod, and used his other two hands to hoist his still hard cocks against her holes. He just rubbed the heads against her stretched openings for several moments, making Jessie moan aloud. Looking down at it, had he been more concerned, Machamp could have seen the way his monster meats dwarfed the holes, the cock heads easily covering the holes they were meant to penetrate with girth to spare. Instead, he just ground and prodded her sexes as he softly groaned. The feeling of her twitching nethers reacting to his lengths was too much to pass up. 

   "Just fucking do it! Please, I can't wait anymore!" Jessie blurted out after a half minute of outer rubbing. Machamp blinked and looked down at the bound human before her and raised an eyebrow. She was quivering with need, rocking her hips over his tips. She was ready, despite the size difference. Machamp gave a shrug, and pushed his tips forward more. The tips widened her holes to their natural limit by just a half inch, not even taking the full girth of the mushroom caps before he felt her tightness fighting him. Though, it was enough for him to steady his lengths and ensure proper penetration. He removed both hands from his cocks and placed them on her thighs instead. Jessie could hear him adjusting his stance, his cocks grinding in her dual openings yet the pressure never letting off. Her pussy twitched over the lower cock as he ass pulsed warmly, all the while she whispering her pleas. 

   Finally in position, Machamp grinned. He would take pleasure in breaking this one. He knew with the drug in her system and a dozen previous injections while she had been sleeping, she was now durable enough to take the full brutality of his fucking. Machamp wanted to feel her holes quivering over his entire lengths in the moment she lost herself, and had primed his hips for it. Jessie was unaware of this. Her holes relaxed as she inhaled slowly as she felt the pressure let up for just a fraction of a moment, and it was all he needed. With the strength capable of moving mountains, Machamp rammed her cunt and asshole into submission. One single thrust and everything she once offered as a sexual partner for your average human was destroyed and she was made into a Poké-cocksleeve. Dual bulge of turgid length slammed themselves into her. 

   Her warm insides were parted as easily as if he were cutting butter, forced around him and stretching like elastic to better accommodate him. He felt the folds of her intestines wrapping around his inches, and briefly felt the vice like inner pussy of her cervix and blew past both in the same thrust. Her guts rearranged to take the foot and a half of upper cock, and her love canal, cervix and womb all stretched to wrap around the lower one. He didn't slow his thrust one bit, and not until his balls swung forward and slapped her clit with enough force to bruise her mound, as her hips felt his collide with them, did he stop. The bars that held her groaned with the impact, and she swore he cracked her pelvis, but she was too busy screaming in orgasmic pleasure. Her eyes had rolled back and she could only see the slivers of light at the bottoms of her gaze as she stared at her eye sockets. 

   Though sight wasn't big on her list of things to focus on. Not with a pair of cocks so deep in her. Jessie screamed out as her body was ruined, blazing hot pleasure from her openings, all the way up to her diaphragm, bulging from her stomach and rubbing against the support bar below her tits. She twisted and rolled and threw her body every which way, writhing in mind shattering climax. Machamp was a gentlemen though, pausing to let her spasm over his cocks. He let his mouth hang open and exhaled long and slow as her vice like holes milked precum from him. She came for what felt like a full minute, until her body went limp and the only sound was her panting from the aftermath. Jessie was lost, the entire thing awash from her mind. Machamp had remained so still within her, beyond the occasional warm spurt of precum from his tips so deep within her, that she had cum and nearly passed out. In the aftermath, she just remained there, dizzy from the overpowering climax. 

   Machamp chuckled once more, making the hair on the back of her neck straighten as she remembered he had done all that with just one thrust. As she shivered, a broken smile formed on her lips and she realized she was just his toy. That's what Giovanni had meant by saying to obey orders. Machamp started to pull back, her condom like holes sucking at his shafts and making it a slow and harsh experience. Finally, with a little squelch the pair of cocks were ripped from her. Her petite pink insides clung to his members before they finally pulled back and left her feeling hallowed and empty. She tensed with the after orgasm sensitivity, but was brought to a whimpering mess when he slammed forth once more with the same brutal efficiency as before. The pair of bulges slammed forward and she felt her intestines being shaped around his meat poles. 

   The girth was enough to strain every wall of her intestines, let her muscles feel every twitch and shift his cock made. She could feel every vein rubbing against her and the way his massive mushroom cap cockhead released a thick glob of precum into her backside. Her cunt was equally broken, and in just as much ecstasy. Her walls of her pussy were pulled apart and wrapped like a glove on top of this raging prick. As the heartbeat pulsed through his member she swore it was nearly in sync with hers. She groaned and wept in pleasure from just the way he stretched her. She could feel her cervix pitifully attempting to resist the girth within. It snugly squeezed and stroked his furthest inches with its tightness. Her velvet smooth womb rolled and convulsed as the cock throbbed within it. Her eyelids drooped as a weak, whorish moan escaped her lips, that sharply spiked to a full on moan at the hilting of each of his fuckrods. 

   His hips flattened her jiggly asscheeks with each impact, and his pace grew from a slow, methodical breakage, to full on ruination of her human body as anything but a cocksleeve. Meaty slaps echoed through the room, paced so that they would overlap with the reverb off the walls, but soon enough she was jam packed full of cock fast enough that her rippling jiggles turned into one wave of them. Each time he hilted in, his hips and hers slapped together and permanently kept her asscheeks spread from the force of impact. Her holes desperately sucked and wrapped around the dual members, and he fucked them in a blur. His balls, twice the size of her fists, whacked her thighs and clit with enough force to bruise them, and cause the spray of constant love-fuck juice to seap and be dragged back out to splatter everywhere. Her thighs, his, his balls and his stomach. The floor under them, the floor a dozen feet away. Even some on the walls! Jessie was always a bit of a squirted, but nothing turned her from a naughty Squirtle to a Blastoise in heat like a pair or cocks bulging her middle and fucking an orgasm every half dozen seconds. 

   Jessie let her tongue lazily flop from her sore jaw, drool and saliva ropes flailing with each body jostling thrust from behind. She had never felt anything like this, never imagined pleasure like this was even possible. The dual penetration and savagery of the thrusts messed up her insides, bulging tubes of meaty cockflesh stretched each hole impossibly wide. They slammed deep, and trapped the thin membrane of hyper sensitive skin separating her anal and vaginal cavities between the highly textured monsterous rods. They rubbed over her constantly, sending spasms that made her thighs and bladder seize. The seconds rolled into more, feeling like dozens of minutes. Her mind could only endure so many orgasms, and they turned her into mush. 

   The pleasure grew and grew. Orgasmic waves turned into the normal, and full body spasms began to rock her. Her entire bottom half, that which was being tenderized by jack hammering thunder cocks, it tensed and shuddered. She couldn't help but gulp, snap her jaw closed and nearly bite her tongue as her lower half transcended orgasm. Her legs shook, and she felt herself spraying over him. Machamp, not one for the waterworks grunted and took a step back. Her insides messily squelched as the cocks withdrew and she came, pissed, and squirted as she let out a hiss from her clenched teeth. Her pussy and ass remained gaping for several long moments before even trying to close up. Even when they did, they were reddened, twitching caverns. 

    "Mmmore…" she wailed, not even realizing it herself. Her entire lower half was buzzing, climaxes still rippling through her even dozens of seconds after he pulled free. 

   "Machamp!" The Pokémon yelled out as he brought a hand down upon her ass in a brutal slap. Her cheek rippled with the impact, and she yelped out. There was the faintest hint of pain, but the surge of electrical pleasure shot up her spine and made her moan. She clenched her body to it, pleasure waves rocking her. Just as she clenched up, she felt the pair of cocks slip forward once more and push at the twitching fuckholes he had prepared. Her moan shifted from a soft exhale, to a laughing cry of exhilaration. The pair of cocks slipped in slowly, tauntingly so. They rubbed every thick vein along her convulsing insides and re-gaped her holes. His lower cock pushed against her ruined cervix for a moment. His hips gave a swirl, so his cock head massaged every angle of the inner hole, just as a huge glob of precum squirted from the cocks. It was as if he was letting her know that her hole was his. Her tingling insides were so sensitive that they could feel every movement. Every grinding sensation and deep prodding. Hee toes curled as she moaned whorishly. 

   Then he rammed once more.

   Pleasure took on a whole new meaning. Having her insides slowly parted, teased and stroked, and then the way his next 10 inches railed her cunt and skewered her cervix, shaped her womb and molded her intestines. She had new purpose, and new needs. A scream blurted out of her lips. It was a feral, animalistic howl that echoed back at her off the walls. She felt a burning heat unlike any orgasm before tickling her brain, building with each raw, rough ramming. It made her toes tingle with excitement and caused her hips to wiggle in their restraints, and licked at what was left of her brain like a Casteliacone on a hot day. She squealed, this pleasure fucked into her by his brutal strength that grew even as she shuddered in continual, lesser orgasms ever couple seconds. 

   "Fuck me! Fuck me… fuck me!" Jessie blurted aloud at each hilting. Each rough slam forward launched the bulges within her up past her belly button, and she felt her stomach being sloshed with the impact, his seed crashing against the insides of her stomach like waves. She couldn't help but hold her mouth open and let the force of the cocks ramming into her force air from her lungs. All she did to help was change the air into moans for more. Machamp complied as well. His balls swung forward and the bulbous sack meatily clapped her pelvis. His thrusts, already nearly a blur, picked up even more. Having these supporters to keep her in place he felt content to slam forward with enough force to turn her rear and pussy lips a deep red blushing tint. 

   Jessie wriggled in her bindings as Machamp used her cunt and ass as toys, as cockwarmers. He used her for minutes more, and she was forced to ensure every thrust as if it could he her last. Her brain teetered dangerously between pure insanity and shutting down, yet the intense pleasure in her loins forced her to remain awake. After a half hour of collective core training, inside tenderizing, hole gaping fuckery, she heard Machamp inhale through clenched teeth. A soft, slow hiss as his chest barreled out even more, and his hands gripped her tighter. He moved 2 hands to her waist, one to her breast and kneaded it, and the last onto her lower back. 

     He pinched her nipple with two fingers, and the others squeezed down and nearly crushed her tit. The nipple parted and squirted silky white cream that splashed onto the floor, and his fingers sank into the teat, almost swallowed up in her pale skin. His hand on her back had its fingers spread out, and his palm over her sizable bubble butt. It pressed down to help keep her ass from flailing too hard as he rammed in, ensuring they would come back together faster with less room to jiggle. As his cocks sawed in inhumanely fast, the clap of her dummy thick cheeks alerted everyone in the observation room. Hell, they could be heard over her cock drunk moans even, altering the guards rooms away! She felt a huge glob of pre coat her insides as his thrusts shuttered. 

   "Ma… Champ…" the Pokémon groaned his next thrust picked right back up where he was, causing Jessie to clench her teeth and gnaw at her cheek. He didn't last long before he shuddered again. 

   "I accept it. Be my trainer! Don't hold back, fucking cream my slutty holes!" Jessie whimpered as she gave in, realizing now that she was no longer in control of her own body, and could only beg for Machamp, her new personal trainer to mold her as he willed. Machamp grunted and shifted his grip once more. Two upper hands latched onto her tits and milked them like a Miltank, warm cream splattering onto the floor and mixing with the viscous ooze that drooled and splattered from her fuckholes as he railed her into tomorrow. His two remaining hands spread her cheeks apart wide as he watched her holes suck and slurp and stick to his cocks. Her inner pink from her pussy was practically being pulled in and out a good quarter inch, and her anal ring clung and stretched a near half inch as he pulled back, before him reversing the damage and ramming in brutally enough to make the flesh curl up into place once more. Glistening juices coated his shafts, making her holes wetly slurp and suction down on him noisily as he pulled back. 

    Finally, a third shutter rocked his pacing, as Machamp felt his balls clench up to his body. His cock heads thickened, engorged with blood as his marble hard shafts pried her holes even more. Thick cum veins bulged on the underside of his shafts even thicker, and she could feel him cumming. Every little bit of the process stoked that burning fire of a super orgasm that had been steadily building. She shuddered with him. As he pulled back, his mushroom cap crowned cocks all that remained in her, tugging at her stretched walls, his first wave of seed squeezed from his balls and down the massive shafts. Jessie was sucking in a shuddering breath as she shivered from emptiness when she felt it. The cum veins of both cocks strained her gaped holes as they reached them, and she went cross eyed as she got off on the feel of cum, albeit trapped within his cocks still, finally gracing her inner slut holes. 

   Or she would have gotten off to that bit, had he not suddenly, with the speed of mach punch, injected her with both cocks once more. Her mind snapped, she cumming far harder than ever before, one that clenched all her muscles and made her vice grip down on him so tightly even Machamp was worried it would cut his cocks off. Her holes spasmed tightly, and she let out a shrill, orgasmic screech. In the time it had taken his cum, under it's high pressure cannon like force, to travel from the top of his shaft and out the mushroom caps, he had gone balls deep once more so she could feel her womb and stomach opened up just in time for the half gallon of spunk. 

   She convulsed and milked his cocks, as he squeezed her tits and grunted with her painfully, yet pleasurable tight holes. His seed shot out hard enough to tent the skin of her womb beyond the bulge for the first blast, where the second began to round it and fill her baby bag with thick soupy cum. Her intestines filled immediately, and some began to seep and leak back down them, but her stomach was free for the taking. The couple cups with she had taken down before mixed with this second seed blast, quickly filling it and pushing it forward. Her womb, now bulged out of place by cock and copious cum, pushed back. The bar under her stomach also pushed, causing the flooded contents of her womb and stomach to become strained rather quickly. Her moans, squeals and cries of orgasm quickly died out and instead a wet, guttural gagging replaced them.

   By his fourth blast of warm chunky seed, her stomach could hold no more, and it blasted up her throat and out her nose and open jaw in a white salvo of salty goo. Her womb was too packed as well, her every crevice filled and eggs and uterus bathed in the Poke-jizz. Soon enough the vice like seal of her cervix was overwhelmed and strings of seed squirted from her gaped lips. Jessie writhed with orgasmic joy, mind numb and her sole purpose to take and enjoy his cum. Blinding stops of white trickled into view as she rolled her eyes back in climax, and soon, everything was gone. 


   Jessie awoke some time later, both womb and stomach still slightly rounder. Thick ropes of seed rolled down her chin and poured from her gaped holes. Her eyes rolled like pool balls in her head, and her tongue slipped out as she mumbled incoherently. She struggled to piece anything, everything together. Machamp, though didn't care if she was sane enough to continue. His boss had said he could do as he wanted and she would be fine. As he wrenched her up into the air, now free from the bonds, her back supported on his muscle clad abs and chest, he didn't even think about the fact that he only promised her physical wellbeing. Two massive arms wrapped under her legs and spread them wide before forcing them to her head. He easily locked his arms behind her and turned her into a massive chested pretzel. Both cocks of his drooped under their own weight yet remained rock hard, poised and primed. They poked out from under her asscheeks as the previous leftover seed continued to squirt out from her well fucked holes. 

   Machamp used one hand to grip the pair of cocks and began meatily slapping the folds of her stretched cunt with the cockflesh. Jessie blinked a couple times as her extremely sensitive pussy was again assaulted by his giant cocks, and she felt the stir of lusty pleasure blossom forth once more. She struggled, but finally focused on the source as she looked down to see him rubbing the massive lengths in and out of her gaping hole, painting them a sticky white as he half jerked, half dick slapped her with them. Pleasure picked up quickly and she moaned, throwing her head back to cradle it against his neck and shoulders. Machamp used the last free hand to sternly shove her face back down, forcing her to look between her cleavage down at her bent back and turned up hips, and watch as he pushed both tips together with his grip and prodded her gaped cunny. 

    "Oh Arceus. Oh fuck… I… Want. Need it." Jessie whimpered as her insides convulsed in wanton need and her still sloshing womb forced more cum down his rods. 

   "Of course you do, you worthless trash." A cold voice said from her side, and her eyes struggled to look away as her cheeks burned red with embarrassment. It was Giovanni, leaning against the wall with his arms folded and a smug smile on his lips. 

    "The shot…" Jessie whimpered as an excuse, even as Machamp idly stroked his shafts, holding her tightly in that firm full-nelson grapple. 

   "A drug designed to make your body more elastic and a painkiller, nothing more. That worthless Pokéslut attitude you have there? That's all you, Jessie. You're nothing more than a whore, and I know exactly how your next job will go." He said as he chuckled. Jessie's heart sank, she realizing that she had been tricked with a placebo to reveal a secret submissive side she had never even given a chance before. She really was a Pokémon whore. "Go ahead and drain him. He's been pretty cooped up lately. That's your next task Jessie. I think you might actually be able to do this one." Giovanni continued as he turned and walked out the sliding door once more. From above her head she could hear the Machamp laughing at her, as she was forced to watch him flex all his muscles, the veins in his dick popping even more and they looking bigger and rougher than ever...

   He was going to use her, and she was going to enjoy it, and probably break. And she wanted it. 