Another way

by Mortanius

“Speech”
‘Thoughts’
[Telepathy]
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Chapter one

Small town, somewhere in Capitol League

Hour: 21.00

Marcus Farseer closed the door to his grocery store and with a contended sigh started his walk home.

‘That was what I call a busy day, I am totally spent.’ There was unexpectedly large number of travelling Tamers making their way through town today. As it was the only human settlement in the area (i.e. the nearest town could be reached after a week of walking), Marcus’s hometown had long ago became an important point for everyone travelling through the surrounding forest. There was even a full-sized, three-story Pokecenter here, which was something unusual, considering that the town itself only had about 200 native townspeople, Pokegirls included. Still, it was a blessing for travelling Tamers.

Marcus walked slowly, looking up to the sky. ‘What a beautiful night sky, the stars are so bright…’

There was little time to admire the sky, as Marcus’s house was built on the edge of the town, with his shop being conveniently located in the middle of the main street and usually it took only a few minutes to get there from his shop.

After arriving at the door of his small, one-story house, Marcus realized that something was not right.

“Damn, I forgot my keys!” Not the first time in his 25 years of life and probably not the last as he realized his slip; it was still annoying though. 

“Ha. Ha. Ha.” A broken laugh emanated from the forest, only a few meters away from the house.

“What’s so funny? If you’re laughing at me because I forgot my keys then that’s not funny! …At least not for me! Wait a minute…” Marcus realized something; there were no humans in the forest at this hour (and especially not hiding in the bushes instead of travelling a road).

‘A Feral? So close to the town? How is that possible? I thought that the Sonic Barriers were still working!’ His rapid trail of thoughts was interrupted by the sight of a slim, dark-skinned female figure emerging from behind a tree. She looked to be about 5 feet 8 inches tall, with long ears, wearing a dirty and badly damaged red sundress. The most visible trait of this Pokegirl was definitely her long white hair, so long it was almost touching the ground near her bare feet.

‘Is it a Dark Elf or something like that? But that makes no sense… there haven’t been any Dark Elves sighted here for, well it must be 10 years or so now.’ Courtesy of passing Tamers, the forest around the town was almost completely cleared of Ferals, and the ones that were left were almost exclusively Common types, like Catgirls or Titmice.

‘Screw that thought, why does she look like she’s been starving for a month? And where did she find that dress?’ The hands and legs of the quietly standing Pokegirl were looking like twigs, there were almost no visible muscles to be seen.

‘A starved and probably horny Pokegirl is standing 30 feet from me. I wish I’d listened to my friends.’ Almost everyone in town had at least one Pokegirl, for safety. Marcus was one of the few people who trusted in the sonic barriers around the town and in wandering Tamers. His friends had been trying to convince him into buying a ‘girl for himself. He had saved quite a large sum of money; his shop was bringing good profit, so it was not an issue. 

Though once, completely drunk (though he was telling everyone that he was sober), he had passed a Pet Owner test (something that one of NurseJoys at the ‘center, his good friend Jessica, was almost rolling on the floor from laughter after the fact) and even purchased a license and some equipment (Pokeballs, restraints and such). After he awoke the day after and checked the price of the equipment, he swore he would never purchase anything else while drunk. There had been no incidents ever since, and he had not purchased a Pokegirl. He just didn’t feel like it.

‘Damn my thoughtlessness’. Marcus was observing the ‘girl carefully. ‘All right, I should return to town –slowly– and scream for help. Don’t provoke her, or she might…’

“Dark Lady, ha ha ha…” The soft, almost delicate sound could be heard.

‘Wait, what did she say… SHIT! I’m so screwed!’ There was sudden rush of adrenaline to his blood. If even only a small portion of the stories about Dark Ladies was true then he was as good as dead.

However, there was a small glint of hope…

‘Oh Gods, please make her completely Feral…’ When Feral, Dark Ladies couldn’t use their magic at all, directly because of this there were almost no Feral Dark Ladies.

He vaguely remembered that they were much stronger than humans, so that was not the end of his problems. There was also a one hundred point question to be considered: Were Dark Ladies faster than him?

“HELP, HELP, FERAL ATTACK!” With the speed of a Cheetit, Marcus rushed to town. There was no visible reaction to his screams, at least not in front of him.

“Ha ha, HA HA HA, MWAHAHAHAHA!” A laughter from Hell sounded from behind him. She indeed could not teleport, which meant she was totally feral, though she was closing the distance quickly.

‘I sure am glad that I exercise regularly, at least I’m able to run fast enough.’ With that thought Marcus sought shelter in the only place his fear–numbed brain could think of; his shop. He opened the doors faster than he ever had before, ‘I forgot to engage the front locks, lucky me’, the young shop owner thought, thanking his absentmindedness for a moment and then ducked inside. 

‘Hide, hide, hide…’ With only that in mind Marcus dived through the door to the back of the shop, a storage room. A second later the object of his fears entered the shop, unusually quiet. There were a few audible sniffs that broke through the silence of the nearly uninhabited shop.

‘Oh crap, she’s hungry. What do Dark Ladies eat?’ The silent question died with a whimper under the sounds of damaged furniture. Then there was a loud THUD! Sound, that brought his attentions to where she probably was.

‘Wasn’t that the meat refrigerator? That thing weighs at least 150 kilos without the meat, she didn’t look so strong before…’

Peeking slowly around the door, Marcus had spotted Dark Lady almost literally inhaling the contents of a fallen refrigerator, her back turned to him, much to his relief. ‘I may just live through this… The window!’ His head turned to the back wall of the storage room.

There was a window just above his desk, where he kept some relatively unimportant things. He started to creep in that direction, however unfortunately, the desk was fairly old. When he stepped on it to reach the window, the old wood squeaked like a Titmouse, something that shocked Marcus still. 

‘Shit.’ Marcus looked behind him. Dark Lady had just peeked through the open door to the storage room at the noise and grinned, still gnawing on the meat. There was a discernable giggle to be heard in her voice when she stood up and muttered while grinning like a madwoman “Dark… Laaaaady”. With a mad glint in her eyes stepped forward, into the pool of rapidly melting ice on the floor, heading straight for Marcus.

She was stopped suddenly by a power cable from the refrigerator, which had wrapped itself around her left ankle. One sharp yank of the leg and that would not be a problem anymore, and the dark-skinned Pokegirl did just that. One sharp yank and a single step forward… and the freshly ripped electric cord hit the melted ice.

*ZZZAAPPPPPP!* *BANG!* 

“I don’t believe this…” Marcus was stunned, but obviously far less than the Pokegirl, who was twitching violently on the floor, still connected to the current flowing through her veins.

That did not last long, however.

A wildly thrashing, long-nailed hand had ripped the cable away from the body, and the Dark Lady was getting up from the floor, a snarl on her face and her few thoughts solely on murder. 

‘Time to run, you idiot!’ Marcus was in the process of opening the window, when he heard one more noise… THUMP!

Jerking his head back around in the direction of the Dark Lady, he watched with amazement. The pokegirl was lying motionless, her head trapped under a 60kg sack of flour, which apparently had fallen from the shelf just above the door to the storage room and knocked her out.

‘OK, nice show. NOW RUN, while your luck still holds out!’ A voice of reason in Marcus’s head yelled. ‘But… wait; what if she got out of here? There may be more people in danger than just me; but what can I do? Wait, wasn’t there one of those Pokeballs I bought in the desk?’ Marcus quickly jumped down and opened the desk.

‘Yup, here’s the ‘ball. ‘ With that thought Marcus grabbed it up and quickly tossed the bi-colored sphere at the knocked-out Pokegirl. The Pokeball flew through the air and hit her in the leg soundlessly.

…Nothing happened.

‘WHAT THE...!? Oh, right, I forgot to expand the ‘ball, hehe.’ The leg of fallen dark-skinned Pokegirl twitched and a jolt of fear ran through him. Marcus didn’t know what made him do it, but right then, he did the bravest thing he’d ever done in his life: He rushed into the room after the small ball.

He grabbed it up off the floor and expanded it to full size and touched long-haired, unconscious menace with it. The body glowed red, converting itself into energy, and disappeared inside the Pokeball.

The ball twitched once, twice… There was almost a minute of rocking, until finally the capture sound could be heard. Marcus realized that he had been holding his breath the whole time and let out that tense breath, and most of his worries with it.

“YEEHAW! I’m alive!” The shop owner’s cry of victory could have been heard from the other side of the town. He picked the now full Pokeball up and danced his way around the pile of meat and ice, carefully avoiding sparkling electrical cord and laughing wildly. Finally he stopped and headed outside, in the direction of the Pokecenter. 

The same moment he left, small sparks from the severed cord began falling on the dry parts of shop’s wooden floor.

****
Local Pokecenter
Hour: 21.25

****

“Hello Jess, how are you? Guess what had just happened?” Marcus greeted the NurseJoy at the front desk.

They’d known each other since they were children and Marcus was about the only friend Jessica had who did not abandon her after she Thresholded. She was now the property of the league, though since they still lived in the same town, nothing really changed in their relationship. Well, maybe besides the occasional Taming nothing really changed… 

He was lucky today; he came in to the ‘Center, unaware that tonight was Jessica’s night shift. “Hi Marcus, what are you doing here at this hour?” Jessica was obviously curious.

“Check this.” He put the hand with the Pokeball (right hand, if anyone wants to know) up.

“What, you’ve finally purchased a ‘girl for yourself? And you came straight to me to show her off? I thought that I was going to be your first official Pokegirl.” Jessica said, voice full of venom and at that, the eyes of the pink-haired girl narrowed dangerously.

‘Danger, Marcus Farseer, danger; run away or take cover.’ The man’s instincts gave him good advice, as his knees trembled slightly at the ferocity of his pink-haired friend’s death-glare.

“No, Jess! It’s not what you think! She’s a Feral that attacked me few minutes ago!” said Marcus, cowering, his head buried within the crook of his arm, to shield him from her withering gaze.

“So she raped you and you need healing?” The short-haired nurse’s opinion about her friend was clearly not so high.

“Nope. I caught her!” The man’s words soaked with pride. His female friend’s reaction to that was… laughter?

“Why is it I don’t believe you?” She asked rhetorically through her giggles, “You’re the kind of man who runs from danger, not the kind who fights it.”

“Well… you could say that she actually caught herself…” Marcus reluctantly admitted.

“You must tell me the whole story. But first things first, give her to me, I should check her. Let’s see, what Titmouse was so weak that she got herself caught by you? Aaand… WHAT THE HELL!” Jessica’s eyes opened wide when the computer scan’s results were displayed on the screen.

“Dark, Dark, Dark…” She repeated in a loop, obviously in shock.

“Dark Lady; yes,” The smile on Marcus’s face would make any Cheshire proud.

“Hh… how in the name of the Nine Hells did you do that? Do you have superpowers that I don’t know about? Or maybe you put up a pact with the Dark Prince that I wasn’t aware of?” An outsider would have thought these words were very strange. ‘Well, I suppose there aren’t that many faithful Satanists among NurseJoys…’ Marcus thought with amusement.

“No, nothing like that, just a lot of pure, dumb luck and a bit of courage.” He admitted.

“OK, you are going to tell me everything, but first I’m calling Hannah here.” Hannah, a Growltit, was one of five police officers in town. The police station was located near the Pokecenter, so they wouldn’t have to wait for her long. In the meantime Jessica asked Marcus:

“Are you going to keep her? She’s legally your catch.”

“What? Me? No way, she’s gonna be sold. Besides, with the money I’ll get for her I can get you something nice… Wait, isn’t there a bounty for catching Dark Ladies?” The man smiled. “What do you think about a pentagram – shaped lock?”

“A lock on what?” The NurseJoy was clearly nonplussed.

“On the anti-capture collar I’m gonna buy for you as soon as you’re mine officially.” Jessica blushed bright red and said nothing.

“OK, what’s the problem?” A black-furred, short Growltit entered the Pokecenter’s lobby.

“Well, it all began not even an hour ago…” Marcus began his tale.

*****
Fifteen minutes later
*****

Hannah and Jessica shared a similar look; eyes wide open, jaws dropped and in the case of Hannah, one ear (right) twitching.

“I spoke with a MaryAnnDrew once. She told me, that the world is a really crazy place. I didn’t believe her at the time, I believe her now though.” Hannah said calmly. “All right, since you have told me that she was wearing some kind of a dress, that means someone has released her into the wild. We should interrogate her and get the name of that bastard.”

“I was thinking about it. I know that our town is in really remote place, and there is nothing around but forest, but how could she go feral? Even if someone released her in the woods, she should be able to just fly here or catch some Feral Pokegirls for a Taming before she lost her sanity. Not that I‘m complaining, because I live only thanks to her being completely Feral, but it’s still strange. Also, why was she so starved? There’s plenty of food in the forest and it’s fairly easy to find.” Marcus thought aloud.

“Have you considered a detective career, Marcus? Those are some good, serious questions.” Hannah seemed pretty impressed.

“Nope, I am just a shop owner and I like it that way. Oh, and I must go back to my shop and clean up the mess she left in her wake. I’ll come back later, or maybe tomorrow, I dunno. ” With these words Marcus left the Pokecenter.

The first thing that caught his eye outside was a blazing fire down the street and the people running towards it. With a sudden, terrible feeling in his gut, he ran also.

*****
One hour later
*****

They managed to save almost everything that was not nailed down, however heavier furniture, the cooling equipment and the building itself were completely scorched. Marcus had watched the shop he inherited from his father, and which his father inherited from his father, burn to a crisp right before his eyes. There was nothing he or other people could do, unfortunately there weren’t any water pokegirls currently in town. All efforts had to be focused on keeping the fire from spreading to other buildings.

“Someone will pay for this.” The voice of the ex–shop owner was completely devoid of emotion. He started to wobble in the direction of Pokecenter, but suddenly stopped, thinking of something.

He spun in place, looking over salvaged goods, he found it: His old, trustworthy chef’s knife, a quick run of the blade along his thumb revealed it as sharp as the day he bought it as a miniscule trickle of blood spilled out of his thumb. There was also some salt in the small sack nearby, he took that too. Then he walked back at a quick, furious pace, back to the Pokecenter, back to the waiting bitch that caused all of this.

Some time later, people who were actually there, talking between themselves were convinced that even when his back was turned to the remains of his shop, even though it had to be completely impossible, that there was still a fierce flame reflected in his eyes, visible, for all who cared to see.

*******
Local Pokecenter
Hour: 22.45
*******

Marcus entered Pokecenter and noticed that Hannah had already departed.

“Jess, could you give the bitch Healing and Cleaning Cycle, and then Level 3 Taming Cycle and give her to me afterwards?” A noticeable bite to his voice took even Jessica off-guard, and she squeaked her comply.

“Sure, no problem.“ The ball was inserted into the machine. She shook her head for a second and asked with concern, “What do you want to do? Has something happened?”

“Yup, but nothing I can’t take care of. I have decided that I will at least see her. She should be confused by the Taming Cycle enough for me to restrain and gag her, right?” There should have been at least some tone of the curiosity in Marcus’s voice, but there wasn’t, only barely concealed anger.

“Yes, there shouldn’t be any problems if you’re fast enough. Here, take her, Number 3 is free and there are heavy restraints and gags in there.” Jessica was clearly concerned. “Do you need help?”

“No, not really. Thanks Jess, I’ll see you later, after I settle some demons…” 

*******

Marcus closed the door and began preparations. He briefly considered using the bed in the room, but discarded that idea after he remembered what exactly he would be doing. Instead, he released the contents of his Pokeball on the steel x-shaped frame in the middle of the room and he quickly strapped the drooling and almost completely limp Dark Lady to it. The last preparation was the ball gag. He had deliberately chosen a ball that would not completely stretch bound Pokegirl’s jaw.
The next part was more difficult however, the Dark Lady was looking at him, which meant that she was awake, he couldn’t make himself ready to proceed, no matter how he tried. The Pokegirl he was looking at was no longer only skin and bones, thanks to the healing cycle, one could even say that she was beautiful, especially with her perky breasts and long, glistening white hair. But his feelings towards her were anything but a help in this; more than that, he felt so strongly that he simply was unable to act (meaning: he hated her so much he couldn’t get hard).
Then he forced himself to remember few Taming sessions with Jessica and the effect was almost instantaneous.

‘Good, I want her to be fully awake and cognizant, and aware of what’s going on.’ With that thought he slammed his dick in between white-haired beauty’s legs. She yelped and moaned through her gag, and then her eyes rolled up and she began to thrash in her bindings.

*****
Half an hour later: 23.20
*****

Marcus was standing near the window, waiting for his captive to regain consciousness. He didn’t have to wait long. The sounds of stretching restraints and some surprised moans have brought him back near the x-frame. His knife was in his hand, however not visible to the Dark Lady.

“Hello. My name is Marcus Farseer and I am your new owner. Hopefully I will not stay that way very long. I have some questions for you. Can you understand me?” The only answer for that was a glare that could frighten someone to death and some gibberish.

“Phuck hou!”

“Fuck me? Wrong answer,” Marcus brought his knife up. The Dark Lady’s eyes flashed uncertainty, which quickly switched to pain, when he cut her long left ear off. Marcus waited until she calmed down a bit; no longer breathing ragged breaths and a whimper here or there, then he repeated the question. He received the same answer, though slightly more harried this time.

“This will take some time…” said the amateur torturer with a tired voice.

*******
02.10
*******
“Will you cooperate?” Marcus asked that question about a hundred times already and so far there was no effect. His patience was almost depleted.

“Yeph! Yeph!” The Dark Lady cried hysterically, tears and blood dripping from her body to the floor. She was in terrible shape, all fingers and toes broken, there was a hole in her mouth where one of her teeth of her should be, her whole body was covered in long, shallow cuts, especially her breasts. She couldn’t resist anymore.

‘Good, I don’t know how long I could keep that up.’ Marcus had already compiled a list of questions she should answer. “I don’t know how you ended in my town, I assume that you had a Tamer before and he just abandoned you in the woods. Am I right?”

The bound ‘girl nodded, a brief flash of anger in her eyes.

“Do you know his name and possibly some other information about him?” Further inquired Marcus;
two quick nods.

“Good, you will share that info with me later. Now I want you to know that this whole ordeal was conducted not because I wanted to extract information from you, but because you were the cause of destruction of the shop my father gave me and which had belonged to us for generations. Intel gathering was just a nice bonus.” The man stated calmly and surely, his anger frothing beneath the surface, hidden, but waiting to snap.

“Ah waf Fewaw hyu ydyoph! Ah wahn’t…” The heavily tormented Pokegirl wanted to say something more, but Marcus was quicker.

“You was Feral? Well, watch me not giving a shit about it.” In that precise moment Marcus’s mind snapped. He no longer cared about information, only about revenge, all that mattered was that this bitch must suffer.

His member had been totally limp prior to this moment, but now he found himself with one of the strongest hard-ons he ever had. He positioned himself between the Dark Lady’s legs and pointed his pulsing penis at the bitch’s vagina. She whimpered, and this time Marcus wasn’t sure if it was because of pain.

With a sudden idea coming into his mind, he stopped. He grinned; evil intentions clear in his sight, and moved his member just a few centimeters lower. “Noph, domph do thith…” said the Dark Lady with more than a trace of begging in her voice.

Marcus had not intended to listen to her. He slammed straight into her, pulled back quick and repeated the process. ‘Damn, her ass is tight…’ The ex-shop owner pumped into the ass of the tortured Pokegirl faster and faster. He used no lube other than her blood, so though it hurt for him, he knew she was feeling it a hundred times worse.

What started as a painful experience was quickly becoming rather pleasant one. The Dark Lady’s burning ass was starting to feel good. Her pussy juice dripped on her torturer’s cock, lubricating it and bringing forth even more pleasure. ‘I have given myself up once, and it feels good. Maybe I should surrender completely?’ 

The Dark Lady’s control was slipping. 

Just then, out of sheer happenstance, Marcus did the exact thing he should do in this situation. Though he did this unknowingly and his intentions far away from subduing the Dark Lady, he grabbed her ass and, squeezed it tightly. The Dark Lady’s dreamy face indicated she was close, and so he rammed her abused and sore ass down onto his swollen member and he watched as the blood-soaked Pokegirl under him orgasmed. Her ass clamped tight around his member, her pussy juices gushed down his legs, till he pulled out from Dark Lady’s ass and heard her contented sigh.

Then he struck. He spoke softly, the ever present malice and menace seemingly gone from his voice, “If you will cooperate, you may expect more pleasure. But if you will resist, this, is just a taste of the things you will have to endure.” With these words spoken, he pulled off a small bag of salt from his pocket and emptied it on the Pokegirl’s body. Then he sat in the corner of the room and tried to cover his ears, so he could not hear her screams of agony. 

*******

some time later

*******

The Dark Lady, currently reduced to whimpering and sobbing, broken body, saw the horrible and fearsome man coming near her once again. Her body tried to shy away from him, but the restraints were holding her tight. Then she heard him speak…

“I ask you one last time. What will you choose? The pain?” he pointed at her shivering body, and he watched her gaze follow his finger. “Or... the pleasure?” And then, on the spur of the moment, he stretched his hand and gently touched her maltreated clitoris, easing his finger into the enflamed bundle of nerves. The effect surprised them both.

The Pokegirl’s body spasmed and raised itself above the x-bar once again. But this time Dark Lady was in pure bliss, it felt like her whole body was singing the melodious tune of carnal pleasure. She screamed loudly once again, and once again Marcus covered his ears.

Too soon it came to an end. The Dark Lady was lying motionless, drooling and leaking blood and pussy juice; she could barely breathe. 
She heard the man asking her.

“Will you cooperate?” 

Her eyes met his. What he saw in her gaze was unmistakable pain, pleasure, fear, awe and… love?
Then he heard her mumbling softly around her gag…

“Yeph mahtew.” 

“Good girl.” Marcus said and recalled the Dark Lady to her Pokeball. Then he sighed, unlocked the room and went outside.

*****

14 seconds later

*****

Jessica was pretty worried about her friend, pacing up and down the hall when she saw him coming to the reception… covered in blood from head to toe. “Marcus!” She screamed as she rushed to him. He was visibly shaking, but the first thing he did was giving her the Pokeball in his hand.

“I’m fine, none of this blood is mine. Please, heal her.”

“Not yours? Then OK, I’ll heal her right away.” She said as they walked back to the counter and she sent worried glances over her shoulder the whole way. She stepped back behind the desk and inserted the Dark Lady’s Pokeball into the healing machine and turned back to Marcus, only to find that he was sitting on the floor, shaking violently and crying.

“I am evil, Jess, sick and evil.” She hugged him, letting him talk.

“I did horrible things to her, Jess. You can see her blood on me; I was torturing her, not for information, but because of revenge. Do you know what happened?” 

“Yes, your shop burned to the ground. I know how much it meant for you.” She started to pet his head. 

“But these were only things, Jess. Things! And just because of them I made her suffer more than I could possibly imagine! I am a monster.” His shoulders slumped.

“No, you’re not. I know you better than anyone and I can honestly tell you that; but… seriously, what’s the deal?” Marcus’s face was the definition of the word |shock| at that.

“Don’t you understand? She’s totally traumatized! I don’t know if she can function normally anymore. It’s entirely possible that she needs a Level 5 to forget the pain…” He started to shiver once more.

“Wait, wait, wait, are we talking about the same Pokegirl? The Dark Lady?” Jessica’s look could be best described as puzzled.

“YES! Who else could it be?” Marcus was almost histeric.

“Honey, have you ever even read the information about her breed?” At this point her look turned inquisitive.

“N… No, never, all that I know are the common stories about Dark Ladies. Why? What are you trying to tell me?”

“Come on.” Jessica stood up and led Marcus to a free-access computer in the lobby. Then she opened Pokedex online and found the Dark Lady entry. “Sit and read, and that’s an order.”

*******

“Then I didn’t… She hasn’t…” Marcus was speechless.

“Yes, she will be fine. In fact, she might just be better than ever before.” Jessica saw him relaxing in his chair.

“What is going on? I smell blood… MARCUS! What happened?” Apparently by this point Hannah had returned and was walking towards them rather quickly.

“Relax; he’s just kicking himself at the idea that he Tamed his Dark Lady maybe a little too harsh.” Jessica smiled at the Growltit. 

“What, you tortured her? Isn’t that pretty much standard operation procedure for bonding Dark Ladies?” Hannah was curious.

“Yes, it is. But he’s never read the Dark Lady entry in the Pokedex, had no idea. He thought he may have been doing irreversible damage to her.” The short-haired NurseJoy offered as an explanation.

“Oh, in that case we can just ask her. If there were any problems with your Alpha bond you can always put her back in her Pokeball.” 

“We will do just that, in a moment. But first, I have to confess… Jess, I still think I’m a monster.”

“Why?” Jessica couldn’t make sense out of it. He was just properly bonding his Pokegirl, he just didn’t know what he was doing.

“Because I enjoyed it! I enjoyed every single moment.” That declaration shocked the both of his compatriots and rendered both, speechless. Marcus had a distant look on his face, and suddenly snapped out of it.

“I didn’t know that I have so much hatred, violence, darkness… inside of me. Jess, if I ever let it out without a damn good reason, please stop me.” He said slowly as he looked into NurseJoy’s eyes.

“I will.” She simply nodded her head. “Now bring her out, I want to see how well you could Tame such defiant Pokegirl.”

With a flash of red light almost black-skinned, white-haired, naked and gorgeous female body appeared. Her back was turned to Marcus and she looked around wildly, trying to find her Master.

“Here,” Marcus said authoritatively and she instantly spun in place, her hair like a wave of lunar light glimmering for a brief moment behind her. When she spotted him, she dropped to her knees, with eyes on his face and truly worshipful smile on her face.

“Master!” A one word cry an exclamation of joy as if seeing a long-lost lover.

“I have been wondering what your feelings are concerning our first Taming session.” Marcus asked her calmly.

“Master is strong. Master is good. Dark Lady will live for Master and die for Master. Please, order your Dark Lady, Master.” Marcus was left dazed, looking at her face.

“And what if I wanted to repeat some parts of our Taming? The less pleasant parts?” He asked, at the same time touching her right ear, which he cut off not so long ago. He expected fear, revulsion from her, what he was definitely not expecting was her nuzzling in his hand and kissing his fingers.

“Do anything you want to your Dark Lady, Master, she is yours to use and break at your whims.” She continued nuzzling his hand.

“Wow; Marcus, you definitely have a talent. Remind me about this if I ever decide I want to do some S&M with you. I will definitely reconsider that wish.” Hannah summed it up pretty nicely. As he was one of the few people without Pokegirls in town, at least until recently, he sometimes helped her with her urges. But she would never, ever indulge into something that could subdue a Dark Lady so quickly; she shivered.

“OK, there are only two things left.” Marcus looked at his Dark Lady again.

“What is your name?”

“My name is Coffee. But I don’t want that name Master. It reminds me of my previous owner.” There was a flash of hate in her eyes for a brief second. “Please give your Dark Lady new name, oh glorious Master.”

“Your previous owner was an idiot then, eh? Very well, I shall grant that request. Let’s see…” He closed his eyes and let his mind wander. After a while a smile appeared on his face. “From this day onwards your name is Tavion.”

“Thank you Master! Tavion will serve you well, you will see! With Tavion’s help Master will subdue the whole world and all creatures shall fear Master’s name!” There was a overzealous glee in her eyes.

“OK, now that this is done there is one last thing. I intended to find the guy who get rid of Tavion and get him to the authorities…”

“That’s a very good idea, actually.” Hannah commented with a smile.

“However now I realized, that there is much more pleasant method, for us, I mean. There is another way and it is still fully legal. Let’s see what we can do. Oh, and now I am going to rest for awhile.” Marcus stood silently for a few seconds, and then very slowly, very peacefully collapsed on his back with a small...

*THUD!*

End of Chapter 1