~Karachi: June 20th, 298AS~
Jemal wasn't sure how much longer he could keep his bluff. Sure everyone at the table cheated at one point of the night, but no one ever called anyone out on it. There was quite the pot for the winner. Almost a full harem's worth of pokégirls, along with a couple of stones and about another couple thousand credits. Unfortunately his hand was pretty much worthless. With only a pair of twos and threes, he wasn't sure his two pair was going to win. Deciding that it wasn't going to be worth it, Jemal folded. All he had lost tonight was a couple thousand in credits, not to mention the Firemaiden from his harem. But loosing the only Fire-type had been worth it, he'd managed to win the Daimon that the guy on his left had bid. Standing up from the table Jemal decided quitting while he was still ahead was the best option.
Pulling the first pokéball from the upper left part of his vest, Jemal released Aisha. “Firemaiden's gone. New girl's a Daimon. Make sure she understands the rules,” Jemal placed the new pokéball in the High Elf's hand, his free one going for her throat. Jemal took a sick pleasure in draining her of her energy. For a brief moment he thought about trying to gather enough Daimons to make up an entire harem, each one having different attributes to cover their weaknesses. That thought was quickly disbanded since it'd mean that Tamers like Abdul Alim would be able to win more often than naught. At the sound of his name being called behind him he turned around slightly, the High Elf unmoving as his hand stayed latched to her throat. “You better have a good reason to be interrupting my feeding.”
“Yeah. I want my Daimon back you bastard,” the Tamer wasn't happy. He'd just gotten the Daimon the other day and he'd already lost her. He hadn't even wanted to put her in the pot, and yet somehow the others had talked him into it. There wasn't any way that he was going to let this bastard get away without giving him a chance to win his Daimon back.
Jemal looked the guy over for a moment. He pulled out the pokédex with his left hand and looked up the Tamer's information. There were two entries that caught his eye. One would fill a void that he was currently missing in his harem, and the other was just one that he had wanted for a while now. “I'll give you two choices on how to get her back,” Jemal let go of the Elf, who honestly looked relieved. “You can either trade me the Bunnygirl and the Witch, or you can battle for her,” Jemal could tell that he wasn't convincing the guy. “And to make the deal a bit sweeter, if you win I'll give you another one of my harem at your choosing,” Jemal kept a straight face as he got the Tamer's attention with that. “But of course that means you put up two of your harem as well, the Bunnygirl and the Witch.
“Make it a Blood Match, and you got it,” the Tamer grinned savagely as the guy who got his Daimon seemed to stop and think about that.
Jemal wondered if his girls were ready for a Blood Match. There wasn't much difference between the matches, but in a Blood Match the death of a pokégirl wasn't penalized. If everything could go his way then he could walk away with three new girls tonight. But if they went wrong then not only could three of his girls die, but an additional two of them could end up out of his possession. “Agreed,” Jemal knew that there wouldn't be a problem getting to the arena for now. This late at night and there were only going to be a handful of Tamers around with their harems.
The arena at the school gym was ready for use, and best of all he wouldn't have to record the video himself. The two girls that the Tamer wanted was the Peekabu and Gina. Jemal wasn't pleased with the idea of having to get another Diamond Stone if he lost, but another Witch would be easy enough to obtain. And a Peekabu wouldn't be that much harder to get a hold of. Jemal waited while the Tamer seemed to select his first girl with care, but he was honestly surprised in his selection. He knew of the breed very well, it was one he thought of selecting as one of the prizes. He chose his Airmaiden, “Go in with the intent to kill, or you're dead. Opposition is a Phoenix.”
The Airmaiden nodded. This was her first match against an actual opponent. If what Aisha said was true, if she did well enough, this would be one way to finally get a name. Being assigned a number for missions was to much, and even then when the mission was over her number, and form of identification, was gone until the next one. “Yes sir,” she floated gently into the arena. The scratching of talons on cobble stones were all that announced the appearance of the Phoenix, who shot into the air in a fiery blaze as soon as the match began.
Being forced into the air wasn't going to hinder her at all. Despite how fast the Phoenix was flying around the large arena there wasn't as much room for her to maneuver. Throwing her hands up she created a vacuum, removing the air from the now harmless Flamethrower. 'I have to kill,' she wondered if she could truly kill as ruthlessly as Jemal wanted. Ferals were one thing. A tamed pokégirl was completely different. She dropped quickly as the Phoenix dove at her.
Jemal glanced at his watch. The match was going well so far. The Phoenix may have been faster, but the confined space of the indoor arena was hurting her more than helping her. He could also see that she wasn't used to fighting other airborne combatants. The Phoenix was constantly trying to get the higher altitude over the Airmaiden. Jemal knew he had won this round when the Airmaiden twisted her body, planting her feet on the ceiling. With a wave of her hands what looked like a crescent movement of hazy air lashed out. The Phoenix tried to dodge, but the sudden attack was to fast. The Wind Slash caught the end quarter of the Phoenix's right wing. “Press on!”
The Airmaiden didn't let up her attack. Holding her right hand like a gun she aimed carefully. A small compressed ball of air spun into existence just just off the tip of her first two fingers. Mentally pulling the trigger the blast of air shot forward, creating a small tornado of dust in it's wake. She kept up the attack relentlessly, firing the bullets of air and Wind Slashes repeatedly. She finally stopped once the Phoenix stopped screaming in pain, probably passing out due to blood loss. A nauseated feeling washed over her as the Phoenix was recalled, yet the majority of the girl's wingspan remained in a tangled mess of blood and feathers.
Jemal recalled the Airmaiden after she blew the severed wings aside. Since she proved herself once before, he was sure that Shaila could do so again. Releasing the Gloomy Jemal was smirked. The match was in the bag. The Tamer had released what looked to be a Chikotit, only she looked much to stunning. That probably meant that she was a Boobleaf, the next stage of that line. Jemal debriefed Shaila, making sure that there was every possibility that the Gloomy could die if she failed.
Shaila nervously stepped out to confront the beautiful Plant-type. Compared to her she was a complete wreak of a girl. Over sized hips, under developed breasts, and that's not even mentioning the way their faces were constructed. While she left with no options regarding the look of depression on her face, there wasn't any reason for her to be put up against something as beautiful as this girl. A feeling of contempt began to grow inside of her, though it was mixed with an equal amount of jealousy. She attacked first, clouds of poisoned spores erupting from her. As practiced she simultaneously released dozens of Seed Bombs.
Jemal could hear the soft clattering of the Seed Bombs being scattered around. While it was an attack in itself, the main use of the poisonous dusts were distractions. He felt like moving out of the way when a vine lashed out of the Boobleaf's wrist. The Vine Whip didn't find it's mark though, Shaila proving that she'd been diligent in her training with Aisha and the new Elf. The vine struck a quickly assembled Leaf Shield, the leaves seeming to fall from the Gloomy's head. Jemal himself was surprised to see that Shaila retaliated with her other hand, a Thorn Cutlass lashing out.
Shaila blocked the Vine Whip again, this time retaliating by trying to cut through it. She should have known better however. With her cutlass looking like a tangled mass of thorns along the blade, it was more useful for shredding than cutting. With a mental command to the the special seeds she placed around, the area erupted in a cloud of dull yellow dust. The Withering Wind pods she scatted around were taking effect, the Boobleaf didn't seem as spry as she once was.
Jemal was starting to think he'd underestimated the Gloomy. She was proving herself to be not only a competent hand to hand fighter, but the various traps she'd laid out at the beginning of the match was proving that she was able to think for herself. “Finish her now!” Jemal shouted the command. A wave of dizziness struck him. Jemal returned to his feeding. Grabbing her by the back of the neck Jemal began draining away her energy. It'd been a while since he'd replenished his, and it wasn't very good to be interrupted.
Shaila could see that Aisha was was still watching as she jumped aside, barely avoiding a vortex of swirling leaves. The Razor Leaves were tearing through her shield, leaving her with little option other than dodging. With another pull of her mental trigger she detonated the Seed Bombs. Lances of wood shot through the cloud of poison. The scream of the Boobleaf brought a sense of relief flooding over her. There was a large thorn looking protrusion puncturing her through the sternum.
Jemal thought the match was won. Very few girls were capable of continuing while choking on their own blood. From the angle of the wooden spike, it looked like it had entered through her back and punctured through her lung, though it missed the heart. Before the winner of the round could be announced however, Shaila was already walking back towards him, scratched up pretty bad but the winner.
That is until a bright beam of light tore through the majority of the Gloomy's torso.
Jemal's attention shot towards, what he thought was, the incapacitated Boobleaf. The bulbs surrounding her wrists were fading away from the Solar Beam. As Jemal tried to recall the Gloomy he already knew it was to late. From her waist to her upper ribcage, a crescent shaped chunk of flesh was missing. “Useless.”
Aisha stared at the dead body of someone that had become her little sister. Hearing her Master refer to the girl as 'useless' brought her back. 'That's right. He's not the kind to tolerate failure,' Aisha was ready to break down, and yet she held it in. Now was not the time to be emotional. Not in front of Jemal. Despite all of his shortcomings, and his lack of any connection to his harem beyond an Alpha Bond, he was the first one to make her feel accepted. Even when another Elf was introduced to the harem, she still had her place.
Jemal placed the now deactivated pokéball on his vest. Pulling the Elf's 'ball free he released her. Just as he did before with the other two he debriefed the Elf on the battle. He didn't bother with telling her that Shaila had died. As long as her eyes were working she could still see the Gloomy's body laying on the side of the arena. With the last round being declared a draw, which was confusing, as long as he he didn't lose the round he won the match.
The Elf nervously walked to the arena, her eyes darting back to the dead body of the Gloomy every other second. She'd heard that there were matches like this, but to be put in one as her first official match, it was terrifying. To make matters worse her opponent was a beast of a girl. A ferocious snarl caused her to step back slightly. She would prefer to put as much distance between her and that mouth full of teeth as possible.
'It's a Slutton, try and stay as far away as possible.'
'That's a given,' she really didn't need to be told a second time. Aisha had set up a telepathic relay between the two of them. She was grateful for any help the High Elf could give. When the last round started the Elf threw up a barrier instinctively. There wasn't a moment to loose as an orb of flames erupted from the impact. While she could still feel the heat, the Elf knew she was gonna be in trouble against the Normal-type. Even If she was trying to work on her close quarters combat skills, now wasn't the time to be doing so. A Mana Bolt fired out, quickly followed by another and another.
'Don't deplete your mana to much. Not unless you intend to finish this quickly,' Aisha was worried about the rapid firing of the Elf's Mana Bolts. It wasn't like the girl had the mana reserves she did. The girl was doing well enough, but the way the Slutton fought made her think that the girl was barely Domesticated. Sure the Normal was showcasing a large selection of elemental attacks, but she wasn't following the orders of her Master. 'Use the plants around you,' Aisha grinned.
The Elf rolled out of the way of an Aurora Beam. As she tumbled out of the way she picked up one of the discarded leaves belonging to the late Gloomy. As she rose she held it between her first two fingers, pointing at the Slutton. A sharp wind blew form nowhere, kicking up the discarded leaves into a vortex. Before she could move, the Elf had the swirling mass of leaves, which had seemed to double and multiply on themselves, surrounding the bestial pokégirl. Through the gaps the Slutton's creamy fur was being stained red from her blood.
Jemal grinned. It'd been over two minutes since the Slutton was caught in the vortex of razor sharp leaves. Every time the girl had tried to use her brute strength to escape she was badly damaged, the leaves slicing deeper into the the limbs that tried to pass through the swirling mass of foliage. Another minute went by before the Tamer called the round, leaving Jemal the victor with two wins and a draw. Jemal had the same sleazy grin on his face as he walked over and grabbed his prizes.
“Excuse me sir?”
Jemal looked over to see the attendant, “What do you want?”
“What would you like me to do with your deceased Gloomy?”
Jemal glanced over his shoulder at Shaila's corpse, “Scrap it for pokéchow for all I care.” Jemal didn't give the dead Gloomy another look as he walked out, his prizes in his hands. 'I lost the Firemaiden in poker, and Shaila in a battle, but I won a Daimon, a Witch, and a Bunnygirl,' there wasn't much wrong with the way that the day had turned out. Now he just had to tame the new girls.
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The Dildorina had mixed feelings sitting on the bed. She heard that Shaila had died, and at the same time she heard that there were new additions to the harem. She'd come to realize that the ones that were assigned to the combatant slots of this harem were going to be in death matches sooner or later. She'd seen the way that Jemal had constructed their training. Lethal force was used in their trainings, and they were often pushed to death's door. As always, she was tasked with helping Jemal with the girls ready for their Taming. It shouldn't have been hard. From what she head there was another pokégirl coming in that could help with tamings. Her body squirmed as Jemal pushed her back, slowly pulling the dildo that she was using to play with herself out. She gagged slightly as the rubber cock was shoved down her throat in an attempt to get her to clean her own juices off of it.
Jemal reached over to his vest and pulled one of the new pokéballs from it. It was the one he was the most excited about to be honest. The Daimon was not only an Infernal, as all of her kind was, but she was also evolved from a Fire-type. As he released her he drank in the sight of her after she'd formed. The first thing that he noticed was that she was a good foot taller than him easy. Her body was covered in a red skin that looked almost like freshly shed blood. Long black hair nearly reached the floor with streaks of red dancing through her locks. What Jemal found himself attracted to the most was the eyes. Her eyes were a single dull marigold in color with an ethereal glow to them. “I am Jemal, your new Master. If you have any qualms about that I will melt you down to PokéPower right now.”
The Daimon grinned. 'At least this fucker has a backbone,' she wasn't thrilled that she had another Tamer so soon after her last one, but at least she was away from that fucker. The Dominatrix might have thought she was slick-shit, but anyone outside of the harem could see who was the real Master there. She looked him over. Her first impression was one of lust. She could tell that this guy could and would follow through on his threat, which excited her. He was maybe a foot shorter than her, but that didn't seem to intimidate him at all. “Why would I want to have qualms about you being my Tamer?”
Jemal ignored her question. “Your last Tamer lost you in a game of poker,” Jemal could see the brief scowl on the Daimon's face, “and when he tried to win you back in a match, he failed as well. Although he did manage to kill my Gloomy.”
The Daimon could feel and see no remorse in neither her new Master's face nor voice. “If she was so weak, then maybe she deserved her death.” She flashed a smile grinning slightly, “Of course maybe it was for the better. If she was weak enough to get killed in a match then she was weak enough to get killed by some random feral. And that wouldn't do you any good if you were the one that feral was really after.” She could see the face of the girl behind her new 'Master,' and she didn't look pleased. “Is she supposed to be the one that helps you tame me?”
Jemal looked at the Dildorina and then back at the Daimon. He was pretty sure that even if she wanted to, the Dildorina wouldn't be able to handle the Infernal. “Not right now. She's currently here for you to feed on,” Jemal watched as the Daimon walked over to the bed and grabbed hold of the Dildorina.
The Dildorina didn't bother trying to run. She was more excited by the rough treatment than afraid, which must have put the Daimon off. That quickly changed when the Daimon's skin began to grow hotter and hotter by the second. It soon became painful everywhere that she was touched. Small flames began licking off of the Daimon's body. She'd been tamed once, and only once, by Jemal when he was angry. Now she had always gotten off on the rougher side of sex. She'd had candle wax dripped onto her, had needles and pins pierced through her skin, choked, suspended, paddled, and other such stuff, and it had only served to turn her on more. But being tamed while the person was on fire was an experience she never wanted to repeated.
“If you drain her, you would have to be responsible for taming the other cunts I got from your previous Master,” Jemal pulled the knife from Tech free. Jemal had borrowed it before the guy went out on a mission and he'd yet had a chance to get it back to him. Carefully he cut away at the clothing the Daimon wore. “You want clothing? You have to earn it first,” unless he found it exciting, she'd only be allowed clothing when he said, as well as wearing only what he allowed her to. He waited for the Diamon to finish feeding off the Dildorina's fear.
“Such an exquisite taste,” she smiled before realizing something was wrong. Frowning she tried to put her finger on what was wrong, but then it struck her. Despite having just feed, she was already starting to feel tired and lethargic. She couldn't figure out how she was feeling so drained until she looked behind her. Jemal had placed his hands on her hips and had his face buried between her ass. Her train of thought was derailed as she felt two fingers work their way into her.
Jemal kept the Daimon guessing. He was certain that she was starting to suspect that her energy was going somewhere, but he was certain that she wasn't thinking that it was him. For now he played along with her domination games, like always. Before long he had his face nestled in between the Daimon's spread legs while she laid back on the bed. 'Get used to it while it lasts,' Jemal wasn't sure why he did so. But letting the more dominating and aggressive breeds believe that they're in control of the taming session, only to snatch away control from them was what he enjoyed. Before he could penetrate her the Daimon lost consciousness, passing out from the combination of his tongue and his Parasite curse.
He looked over to the Daimon, who seemed to be recovering nicely. Forcing the +Recovery down the dildo using girl's throat was turning out to be a wise idea. Pulling free the second pokéball, which he admittedly had no clue which girl it was. The only one he'd been excited about was the Daimon. The Infernal girl being exactly what he'd wanted, and it was the one he wanted the most. These next two girls were just the icing on a deliciously red cake. Releasing the girl from her 'ball Jemal had to admit he liked what he seen.
Short brown fur covered her back and the majority of her nude body. If it wasn't for the ears, she probably be the shortest of the harem. Despite her height she had all of the right curves from the back, including a set of wide hips and a shapely ass. As she turned around he noticed that the heart shaped pattern of white fur on her ass and thighs extended up her stomach to her jaw, ending at her slight muzzle. While her chest wasn't impressive by any pokégirl's standards, the small B-cups looked decent on her. For some reason, looking at her, he could almost picture the acts of depravity that were about to unfold. “You belong to me now. If you think you will have any problems with that, get over them.” Jemal stood up and walked over. His hand lashed out, grabbing her by the throat. Pushing the Bunnygirl up against the wall Jemal stood over her, looking down. Her cute face and blue eyes made him felt like being rough with her. His free hand roughly grabbed the modest handful that was the Bunnygirl's left tit. “As of now, you have no name other than Cum-Slut,” Jemal whispered before roughly mashing his lips against her's in a forced kiss.
The Bunnygirl could barely even register what her new Master looked like before she felt a hand around her throat and her back against the wall. “Wai-,” her protests were quickly pushed away as the kiss continued. When the man grabbed hold of her tit she couldn't do anything more than squirm in his grip and moan into the kiss. She gasped for air when she was finally let go, her airway finally freeing up as the hand was removed. There wasn't any reason for being this rough, but she wasn't going to complain. Not now. She stumbled as she was forced over to the bed, her head shoved down between the legs of the girl sitting there.
“Lick it like a good little cunt.” Despite telling her what to do, the Bunnygirl was already lapping away at the Dildorina's cunt like a good girl.
She really didn't need to be told. With a wet and naked pussy laying before her it wasn't hard even for her to figure out what she was expected to do. The Bunnygirl's tongue darted out into the girl's cunt. She started to move her hands to spread the labia of the girl, but her hands were quickly bound behind her back. “Please, be careful. You're hurting me,” she panted.
Jemal didn't listen to her pleas. The sound of her voice just egged him on. Holding his hand out he grabbed the vibrating egg that the Dildorina handed him. He held it against the Bunnygirl's pussy, his fingers playing inside of her while he held it just above her cunt. He moved his hand as the Bunnygirl squirmed in his grasp. She seemed torn between trying to get away from the intense pleasure and grinding her hips further back into his hand to drive his fingers deeper. “You don't get to ask me for anything,” Jemal pulled sharply at the belt, jerking the Bunnygirl up. Removing his fingers and egg from her swelling pussy lips he slowly ran a finger around her ass. He held on as she tried to pull away, “Stop her.”
The Dildorina nodded. Placing a hand over the frantic Bunnygirl's muzzle. Golden yellow dust slowly began floating down from between the muzzle and her hand. Slowly the Bunnygirl was locking up. The Paralyzing Powder was taking effect quickly. Pushing the Bunnygirl over on her back the Dildorina handed her Master more vibrators when he held his hands out for them. Before to long a vibrating egg were pulsating deep within the Bunnygirl's ass while a vibe was keeping it deep inside her. She felt a twinge of jealousy as Jemal took two more vibes and shoved them into the rabbit-girl's cunt.
Jemal smiled almost sweetly. He pulled the Bunnygirl over to the edge of the bed, hanging her head off the edge. With a nod of his head he indicated to the lower regions of the Bunnygirl. “If you're not gonna behave, then you're going to get punished,” his voice was almost kind when he spoke. He tilted her head, opening her mouth with his hand. With a small bit of effort he pulled his cock free of his pants. “If you were a good girl, you could have been sucking on this as freely as you wanted. But since you were a bad girl,” Jemal stopped rubbing the tip of his dick on the Bunnygirl's face. He pulled out an 'O' gag and shoved it in her mouth, forcing it behind her slightly bucked teeth. “I'm going to have to rape that little mouth of yours.” Jemal shoved his hardened cock into the mouth inch by inch. Eventually his scrotum was hitting the end of the muzzle while the head of his cock reached her throat. He could feel the Bunnygirl's breath on his balls as she struggled to breath through her nose.
The Bunnygirl was scared. There wasn't any doubt about that. The powder she'd been forced to inhale was preventing her from moving. The way her head was tilted kept her airway opened, but that was quickly blocked by her new Owner's thick cock. The pleasure she was feeling was exquisite, but the fear of choking to death was ever present in the front of her mind. And yet her thoughts were shifted every time she felt the light bite on her clit from the girl between her legs. She didn't know when, but somewhere along the way her legs had been bent and bound. She would have arched her back, if she could, when she felt the vibrators removed from her dripping pussy. They were quickly replaced by the slender fingers of the girl, but the attack on her clit never wavered. When the cock was removed from her mouth she was panting as much as she could, the rough hands that had been man-handling her so far now working on her tits.
Jemal knelt down to the Bunnygirl, staring at her as her head hung off the bed. His right hand grabbed both of her ears. He knew that the feeling of having her ears pulled probably hurt her, but he was sure that one session wouldn't turn her into a Mini-Top nor a Penance. “Enough playing around,” Jemal worked his way around to the lower half of the Bunnygirl. Pushing her slowly he didn't stop until she was half-way off the bed, her shoulders propping her up on the floor. Spreading her legs wide open he was amazed to see how wet she was. It was almost enough to make him think that she was a Beach Bunny. Lining himself up, Jemal pushed into her easily, the previous vibrators loosening her up enough. Pulling the Dildorina up to him he began sucking on her ample breasts. Despite the previous occupants of the Bunnygirl's cunt, it was still tight. “Release Aisha,” Jemal grunted in between deep thrusts.
The Dildorina did as she was told. Walking over to the vest she ran her finger along the hard leather, remembering which order their 'balls were in. When she ran her finger past the one she thought was the High Elf's she released the occupant. Sure enough she found the Alpha's 'ball.
“Daimon,” Jemal jerked his head towards the girl still passed out next to them taking up most of the bed. “She will want to be the Alpha, so make sure she gets it through her head who is in charge.” Jemal didn't bother moving as vines seemed to grow from the ceiling, entangling the Infernal and restraining her in an erotic fashion. Pulling away from the Bunnygirl he pointed down at her before jerking his thumb up. A pair of vines began descending down from the ceiling before him. Removing the restraints, which were no longer necessary thanks to the rabbit-girl's paralysis, Jemal began working the vines around her body, cutting lengths off when he needed them for a separate binding. When he was done he pulled away, removing his clothing as he did so, “Lift her.”
Aisha nodded. The vines binding the Bunnygirl began to lift the girl up. Her restraints were interesting to say the least. Jemal had bound the girl's legs while it looked like she now had a bra made of vines. What was really interesting was the way she was now suspended in the air. The two vines were holding her up from the shoulders and the waist, but she was facing the ground.
“She's been paralyzed, so remove it,” Jemal waited while Aisha spun her spell. Looking over at the Dildorina, who was currently playing with herself, he ordered her to use Lust Dust. After the rather liberal helping of the aphrodisiac dust Jemal couldn't help but admire the site of the Bunnygirl's glistening cunt. The sounds of her trying to beg for a cock were obscured by the 'O' gag still in her mouth. “Don't worry, you'll get the cock you crave. But your punishment still isn't over.” Jemal looked over to the Dildorina. He was truly getting his money worth out of her, especially once she started producing the toys. Of course she first had to have intimate knowledge of them, but the Dildorina had no reservations about using even the oddest toys on herself. “Paddle.”
The Bunnygirl was aroused, in pain, and if she could have she would be screaming for her Master to penetrate her again. Her screams for his dick became one long inaudible slur of grunts. The girl that had been walking over to her stroked the vine holding her shoulders, lowering her head towards the bed. Slowly the gag was removed. Coughing up phlegm she had only seconds to try and wet her mouth before her face was returned between the legs of the human looking girl. “P-please, Master. I ne-EED!” The Bunnygirl screamed as a sharp pain shot through her thighs and cunt. The flat of the paddle had struck the puckered lips of her cunt and even a bit of her ass. 'At least he's not hitting the vibe in my ass,' the fact that the vibrator was still in her ass along with the egg was the only thing that was keeping her from going completely crazy.
Jemal loved the sound of her begging. “If you are a good girl,” Jemal paused to allow the meaty smack of the paddle against the Bunnygirl's ass echo in the room, “then you get rewarded.” Jemal waved a finger up at Aisha. Giving her the paddle he walked around to the front. Holding her face up with his hand he dropped it, smacking her slightly across the cheek. “Open your mouth like a good cunt,” Jemal grinned as the Bunnygirl followed orders, “that's a good girl.” With her mouth open Jemal placed the tip of his cock in her mouth.
Aisha began timing her paddling to match the thrusts of the Bunnygirl. She was fairing rather well all things considering. She nearly missed smacking the Bunnygirl's ass with her paddle. Jemal had grabbed hold of the 'girl by the ears, and judging from the way he was holding her in place, he was filling her mouth full to the brim. She found herself wishing she was the one tied up for a brief second. Shaking her head to clear the thought she delivered one more smack to the Bunnygirl's ass as Jemal made it clear that she'd be punished even further if she couldn't keep his seed in her mouth. There was brief second where Aisha hoped that the Bunnygirl wouldn't spill so much as a drop. She'd seen what Jemal's punishments could consist of, and they weren't all pleasing.
Jemal used the tip of his finger to wipe off the small dribble of cum from the underside of his cock and smeared it on the inside of the girl's lip. “Do not even think about swallowing that cum until I tell you you can. And you had better not let a single drop spill out of your mouth.” He made sure that the Bunnygirl could understand what he had said in her lust-ladled mind. She got the message, she'd nodded so. “That's a good bunny,” moving behind her he grabbed hold of her wide hips and sank his still hard cock into her pussy.
The Dildorina licked her lips clean of the Daimon's pussy juice. Looking over to where her Master was finally taming the Bunnygirl she felt almost envious. The Bunnygirl was moaning through a mouthful of cum and saliva that she was forbidden from either spilling or swallowing. Looking down at the Daimon's face she grinned at the look the Infernal was giving. “Don't worry love,” a large dildo appeared in the Dildorina's hands, “he'll get to you next.”
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~Karachi: July 1st, 298th AS~
Jemal pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. The Harem wasn't coming together as he'd wanted. At least some of the more useless ones had evolved. The Peekabu had evolved into a Ria just the other day, and she was still getting used to her increased strength. “Run it again,” his order was very simple.
Aisha nodded as she held up her hand. She had to wait for the Bunnygirl, which Jemal had named Haley, to get back into the middle of the formation. Motioning them out it was just herself, the Air Maiden, the Elf, and the new Daimon to protect their 'Master.' Ever since he gained enough 'girls to play the parts, Jemal had rarely ever used himself as the target. She kept her guard up, 'Keep an eye out for everything,' it was hard knowing when and where the attacks were coming from. Unlike all the other times, today they were being attacked by an actual harem. Granted the girls attacking them belonged to Qutuz, so they had some idea of what to expect.
The Airmaiden threw her hands up, a small vortex of spinning air stretched out of her hands. The vortex quickly dissipated the incoming fire attack before the Phoenix Qutuz owned streaked by. Rather than take off after her, as she did in the past drills, her attacks were long ranged, blast after blast of condensed air launching at the girl.
The Elf's hands were each clutching a short-sword, the left hand holding it underhanded. She barely had time to react as something coiled around her leg, removing her feet from underneath her. The vines pulled her into the bush, ignoring her will to release her. Finding herself suspended from a tree with her arms and legs spread she wasn't shocked when it turned out to be the Dominatrix, Cantara. Winking at the Dominatrix the Energy Blades in her hands grew, slicing through the vines binding her. Hurling one at the Dominatrix she slashed with the other when the leather clad pokégirl landed. “Now's not the time,” while she wanted to teach the cunt some manners, she had to get back and protect her 'Master.'
The Daimon had a blast as the Phoenix tried to use yet another one of her fire attacks. The flames were quickly absorbed into her body. “Come on down little birdy, and I'll roast you into a crisp.” Her aura expanded, causing those around her to stumble in fear. Realizing that she'd also have her 'Master' in the affected area as well she reigned it in.
Jemal nodded to himself as he watched the scene play out before him. Everything was going smoothly until the Elf had accidentally blasted the Daimon with a Water Spear that was meant for the Phoenix. Deciding that it was time for her to make herself useful he pulled out a Dark Stone from the the pouch he'd brought along. Once his team had been defeated he swung his hand hard, striking the Elf across the face with the stone. As the girl fell to the ground a bright light emanated from her as the evolution took place. Turning away he looked to the stunned spectators. “If she messes up again, kill her.” He walked back to the side, releasing the Dildorina to replenish his energy.
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~Sukkur: November 2nd, 298 AS~
Haley skipped down the hallway happily until she ran into two large men. A large smile spread across her face as she walked up between them, “Hi! Master sent me to please you!” Before either of the men could object the Bunnygirl had already sank to her knees in front of one. “Master said you'd like this,” she said sultry as she began freeing the man's cock. She licked at it through the cotton briefs, her muzzle digging in through the open fold. Her tongue scooped up the tip of his cock, drawing it into her muzzle as she moved it free of the cotton prison. Grabbing hold of the man's thighs a slight sparkle flashed in her eyes as she looked behind her, wiggling her ass enticingly at the other man behind her.
He hadn't been around long, but he was sure that this was by far the greatest gang in Sukkur. This Bunny bitch's ass was barely covered with the micro-mini skirt she wore, and with no panties on underneath her skirt she showed off a swollen and dripping cunt. Looking up at his partner, who seemed to be just as surprise as he was at their 'reward,' a grin spread across the males' faces. “So your Master's whoring you out? That's good, seems like the kind of thing-” he didn't get to finish his sentence as something struck him in the chest. Looking down in surprise he could see a dagger sticking out of his chest briefly before it evaporated, his consciousness fading as the dagger vanished.
The guy couldn't care less as his cock was swallowed masterfully by the Bunnygirl. “Fuck,” one hand pressed against the wall as he steadied himself as the other grabbed a handful of the girl's hair. He heard a slight chocking noise as he entered her throat, though her throat coaxed him further. His bliss was interrupted however when he felt something strike him in the back. He blinked several times as his vision began to blur, the black hair of the Bunnygirl vanishing as he slumped forward.
Haley stood up, letting the larger man roll off of her. “Hey! You could have at least let me finish!”
Haley stood up, letting the larger man roll off of her. “Hey! You could have at least let me finish!”
The Dark Elf rolled her eyes as she stepped out of Haley's shadow. Why did she have to be the one that was sent in with the Bunnygirl? The plan was ingenious enough. Haley would serve as the distraction as they infiltrated the gang. She'd be busy fucking and sucking the guys off while she took care of them while they were otherwise occupied. Drawing out to more daggers she drove them into the guys' chests. As she drew them out they vanished in a swirl of black and dark purple smoke. “We're here to take out as many of the targets as possible. We're NOT here to fuck ourselves stupid, not that we'd be able to tell the difference with you.”
Haley stuck her tongue out at the Dark Elf as said girl re-entered her shadow. She wasn't as much fun now compared to when she was just an Elf. Humming to herself she bounced happily down the hallway, looking for more guys. Maybe she'd be able to get something to drink before they vanished.
Jemal grinned as two guys appeared in a swirl of black and purple smoke. Evolving the Elf had been the right move a month ago. He was even oddly pleased to see that one of the men had his erection out while another seemed to be in the process of freeing his. “I told you that they'd fall for it,” looking around he could see the disgusted look on Alim Abdul's face. None of them were pleased at the thought of sending a single Dark Elf and a Bunnygirl of all breeds into the place alone. He was even more pleased to find that his plan was working. A Bunnygirl was the last thing people would put their guards up around, and as much of a whore as his was she'd have them dropping their guards, and their pants, quickly. It was another ten minutes before another man, alone this time, appeared before the squad in the same fashion.
Haley was growing frustrated. It was already the fifth guy and the Dark Elf was sending them away to be arrested before she'd had a chance to get them even give them a proper blowjob. Rounding the corner she nearly fell down as she ran into a massive body, her head bouncing off of a set of tits. Looking up her eyes widened to see a Minotaura staring down at her. Bouncing back a few steps the Bunnygirl quickly replaced the surprised look on her face with a smile. “Master sent me to please everyone!” Folding her arms under her breasts she mimicked a man's voice, “'Bunny, go and make sure everyone's doing their fucking work.'”
The Minotaura shook her head, 'Fucking brain-dead cunt.' “Leave me alone before I break you in half,” she pushed her way pass the Bunnygirl. She was nearly ten feet away when she suddenly realized something, none of the men in the complex had a Bunnygirl, they weren't worth the trouble to evolve into a Mini-Top. As she spun around to ask who her Master was she grunted in pain before looking down. Nestled between her cleavage was a bloodied hand. Following the hand up to the dark purple skinned Elf holding the blade the last thing she saw before being split in two were the cold blue eyes.
The Dark Elf swore under her breath as she spread her arms over the two halves of the Minotaura's corpse. “The next time you feel like eating pussy, you better make damn sure you're not on a fucking mission.” Her shadow seemed to come to life as it consumed the deceased. When the shadow fully enveloped both parts of the Minotaura's body like a blanket it began shrinking, taking the pieces to nothingness. As the Dark Elf stepped into Haley's shadow she smacked the Bunnygirl across the back of her head, right between the ears. 'Of all the girls in the harem more deserving, she gets a name.'
Haley rubbed the back of her head where the Dark Elf had smacked her. If this kept up she wouldn't be able to fuck anyone. Pouting inwardly she continued wondering around the complex, though it was useless. Every time she found someone, either pokégirl or human, they'd be taken care of by the Dark Elf before she had a chance to do anything more than tease them.
The Dark Elf watched as the Bunnygirl above her continued to walk around the compound, doing her job. The intelligence they received reported almost a dozen and a half members at the hideout, and they've already dispatched almost half of them. If there was one thing that the slut above her could do, it was seduction. The shadow she was in was constantly changing it's size and shape, showing that the lighting wasn't constant as she walked. When the Bunnygirl entered a darkened room the shadow spread, giving her a view of almost the entire area. 'Oh shit,' the room that they'd just entered had at least six men with two girls each. 'Don't even think about it,' she thought to herself, as if the Bunnygirl could hear her. She wanted to add the furred slut to the list of casualties as the Bunnygirl began her game of seduction, though it wasn't an act. The furred bimbo would suck, fuck, and finger anything that moved. 'I swear to you, Jemal's going to hear about this,' she thought as the Bunnygirl took one of the men into her throat.
Jemal checked his rifle as he got ready. With just about half of the men out of action, their numbers and harems were completely dwindled. Releasing his harem he soon gave his orders as others followed suit.
Aisha was placed in charge of the second team, namely it was just the Ria. She looked around at the other four members of her squad, though they weren't apart of her harem. “Stay focused. You two,” she pointed between the Ice Princess and the Firecat, “stay in front.” It wasn't that she held anything against the Ice Princess, but being owned by Abdul Alim had been putting just a bit of strain on the team mechanics.
“I don't take orders from the whores of that Infernal bastard,” the Ice Princess turned away, though she did do as she was told. While being ordered around from the High Elf was annoying, there wasn't any denying her experience. She just hoped that the 'girl could pull her lips off of Jemal's dick long enough to give orders that won't get them killed.
Aisha knew that the Ice Princess didn't like her or the Ria, but that was fine. Neither of them cared for the Ice Princess one way or the other. “Don't drain yourself to fast if you can help it,” she mumbled to the yellow furred girl beside her. The Ria simply nodded in acknowledgment. Grabbing hold of her bow she moved forward, keeping themselves behind their protectors.
Haley was starting to wonder if she wasn't just being picked on by the Gods. Just as she finally got to feel the length of someone penetrating her, a fight had broken out that not even she could sleep her way through. “I just wanted to fuck them!” She leaped to the side as a dark purple bolt of energy blasted past her. A pokégirl, one that was released by another of the men, had seen the Dark Elf hiding within her shadow. Of course the fun had been cut short when the girl started attacking them, which only caused more of the men to release their harems. Ducking behind a bench she bent over and covered her head as the wood above her exploded into splinters.
The Dark Elf cursed her luck as she tried to make her way to a wall. The barrier she'd erected wasn't going to last much longer with several Witches blasting at it. She blasted apart what looked to be a sentient book as she placed her hand on the wall. Pulling her limb away a single red spot appeared where her palm met the wall. It flashed red before it spun in a large circle, spilling the Daimon out of the portal.
The Daimon shouted as a wave of flames blasted outwards, the fire causing everyone but a few to scatter. Those that didn't move out of the way simply took the attack or diverted it another way. She rushed forward away from the portal, picking the small group of three attacking the Bunnygirl. The main target of her attack seemed to know it was coming, causing her to duck out of the way to let what could only be described as a Whorc take the shot. Grabbing hold of the long eared slut she pushed her down as a wave of rocks nearly took their heads off.
Gina barely had time to blink after exiting the portal. The Daimon had gone off to rescue the Bunnygirl, knowing full well that the Infernal was only doing so to please Jemal, which still left the Tamers unattended. While many of them were still fumbling with their pants she squeezed her hand, their belts and waist line tightening up immediately. Male figures began falling over as their mobility was hindered. An earthen puppet broke through the concrete floor. When what looked like a fighting type tried to punch it the soil simply shifted over her before consuming her quickly. The full rock and dirt suit compressed, killing the girl inside of it.
The Dark Elf held up her hand just as a large rock shaped like a spike nearly impaled her. The sharpened point of the spike touched her hand, though instead of tearing through her flesh, a large circle appeared to consume the projectile. Smiling she sent the spike back towards the girl that had attacked her.
The Witch took a deep breath and hoped that this worked. With several of her Harem sisters causing chaos and confusion she broke through and quickly muttered the spell. To her it seemed like everything was moving in slow motion as the sphere of energy expanded from her. The people touched by the bubble seemed to freeze in place, though those that she had prepared before hand simply had a strange rune glow on their foreheads. While they weren't able to capture the rest of them, those that were unprotected by her mark inside of her bubble all froze in place. Gasping for breath she fell to her knees, exhaustion and magic depletion washing over her.
Jemal smirked as he stepped through the portal before it closed. Several bodies were held in stasis, thanks to the spell the Witch had cast. “I told you that it wouldn't kill you,” was all he said as he walked through, helping his team recall pokégirls and securing the males. The sound of battle could still be heard coming from the other sections of the building. With his area secured Jemal decided that it was time to finish securing the entire building. “Damian, Dark, Aisha you three are with me,” he pointed at the Elementalist, “you're in charge. If anything happens here that I don't like, it's your ass.”
Gina nodded, knowing full well what could happen if she failed. “Yes Master,” she said as he walked off with the three he picked out. She wasn't sure what he was up to, but if she had to guess he was probably on his way to get the rest of the gang. Her voice was barely audible to her own ears as she whispered the tracking spell she knew. The general direction and well being of her Master washed over her as she turned back to take care of things. “For fuck's sake. Haley! Get the fuck off of that guy!” Storming over the Eath Elementalists pulled the protesting Bunnygirl off of one of their prisoners by her ears.
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~Karachi. November 12th, 298AS~
Jemal cursed as he walked through the streets. He'd just been denied the one girl he was wanting, the Dark Lady from the raid just over a week ago. He was cursing his misfortune about being unable to obtain the Infernal, and even swearing vengeance against the one man who was proving to be a constant thorn in his side. Abdul Alim. The Celestial bastard had been there protesting at every opportunity, claiming that since he was the one that had taken the Dark Lady down, he was the only one that knew that she was far to dangerous to be left alive. And when he said that she'd attacked him, it was a shut case. Of course Abdul Alim was bragging later about how he'd never allow him to gain any sort of Infernal if he could help it, and allowing him to own the Dark Lady went against nearly everything that was 'Good' and 'Holy'.
A low hanging tree branch brought his attention back to where he was walking. Without realizing it he had walked into one of Karachi's parks. Sitting down on the edge of a fountain he splashed water in his face. Running his wet hands through his hair he looked down and started thinking.
Aisha and the Daimon were, for a lack of a better word, stalking their master. It was what they were supposed to do after all. If anything were to happen, and he ended up surviving, then there probably wasn't a force on this earth that would keep them alive. “You know, I was sort of hoping that the Dark Lady would have joined,” Aisha said as Jemal ran his hands through his hair.
The Daimon looked at the High Elf like she'd just grown a second head. “You? I know I was, but you? Why?”
The High Elf brought her hand up lazily as a dagger manifested itself in her palm. “Because I want to prove even more to Jemal that I'm worth of him. Forcing a Dark Lady to submit and acknowledge me as the Alpha? I don't think I could do anything more impressive unless I took out a Widow alone.”
Grinning the Daimon imagined what the High Elf would have to do to grab the authority from a Dark Lady. Maybe there was just enough drive in her for a blessing. Of course she wasn't about to do so without consulting Jemal first. She'd been with the tamer for a while now, and she knew that was practically a death sentence, unless she did so in a time to save his life. Taking a deep breath she exhaled, smoke escaping with her breath. “Umm, what is that?” Pointing to a small figure standing next to an easel.
Aisha followed the finger to the figure drawing. “I dunno, but we should check it out.” Walking over she knew that the Daimon was following. She tossed the dagger up, catching it in an underhanded hold. The first thing she realized when she saw the canvas was that there was a lot of red. As she watched what she figured to be an Ar-tits draw she had to say that her abilities were a credit to her breed. The brushes she was constantly using and swapping were leaving an amazing, albeit disturbing, scene. Red and orange flames covered the canvas as figures could be seen taking shapes within the flames. Images of people either with their noses turned up or flat out ignoring what seemed to be a child hurting in the middle of a black circle. And yet for everything on the canvas, there seemed to be the raw feeling of pain and loneliness to it.
“What is this?” Jemal asked as he focused on the part of his harem watching him. He could see the eyes of the pokégirl painting him, and didn't even think twice about the blank look on her face. Walking around to the other side of the canvas he saw what she was painting, and instantly his temper started to flare. It was said that Ar-tits had the ability to draw the heart and soul of their subject, and if what she was drawing was true, then he was nothing more than a child crying out against the people that had burned, mocked, and ridiculed him all his life. “Daimon,” was all he said in a voice that was saturated with anger.
The Daimon smiled, “Sorry girlie, but you aren't paying commissions,” her finger touched the canvas, and instantly the fabric was alight with black flames. She didn't stop at the canvas, much to the Ar-Tits' dismay. Everything, from paint to brushes, was burned with the Hell Fire. She turned to the Ar-tits, who looked like she'd just been shot. “Do I get to burn her as well?”
“Who is your Master?” Aisha demanded. The look on the poor girls face was stricken with terror, but she eventually managed to choke out a reply.
“It doesn't matter. Turn her to ash.” Jemal ordered as he walked away. With an Ar-tits, it could have been considered an attack on him since she was using him as her subject. The sounds of her screaming in pain was quickly silenced before two figures caught up with him, both walking on either side just behind him.
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Abdul Alim smirked to himself as he walked through the barracks. He's just kept that Infernal bastard from getting the Dark Lady he wanted, managed to get the Infernal Pokégirl in question executed, and had won four hundred credits from a lottery ticket. All in all, it was a good day so far. Treating his harem was just going to be an added bonus, After the majority of them finished their ice cream he figured that he'd put off his paper for far to long. Sighing he gave into his inevitable fate, turning back to the dorms.
“Hey, Qutuz. Is Jemal inside?” Abdul Alim asked. His squad member was coming out of the barracks with a wild smirk on his face. After getting a 'No,' which seemed to lift his mood about doing homework, Abdul Alim entered the building, only to be hit by the sound of several persons inside moaning and groaning. His attention was drawn to the two figures standing over a bed, more specifically, his bed. “What the fuck do you two Hell-sluts doing?” Using the term that the majority of his harem seemed to see his teammate's pokégirls as. Over his bed was none other than Haley and the Dildorina.
“I'm stretching her tight ass so Master's thick fuckstick doesn't pop out any more,” the Dildorina smirked as she pulled the Bunnygirl's head back up by her hair. The lapin-girl's mouth was open, her lungs taking deep breaths in rhythm of the thrusting she was receiving from the strap-on attached to the Dildorina. Bending over she bit lightly at the girl's enlarged right ear, “Tell Mr. Abdul Alim why I'm doing this.”
Haley moaned softly as she felt teeth scraped across her ear. “Ye-yes,” she had to stop as a sudden hard thrust rocked her forward, “Master's cock is to large for my ti-IGHT,” her voice raised a few more as she felt a vibrating bullet enter her pussy, “ass.” The bullet was withdrawn just enough to tease her clit, the plastic vibrating as it was nestled between her blood engorged lips.
“That's a good girl,” the Dildorina cooed as she pulled the Bunnygirl back, spinning around and pulling Haley back into her lap as she sat down on the bed. The bullet in her hand disappeared as she closed her fingers around it. Opening her fist a large black dildo seemed to just fold out of her hand. “Better brace yourself,” she whispered as she inserted the large rubber phallus into Haley's dripping cunt.
Abdul Alim tried to focus on his report. If he tried to focus any more on the paper before him it was entirely possible that the keyboard would burst into flame. Despite his attempts to focus on the task at hand, his eyes kept wandering over to the bouncing and heaving breasts of the pokégirls. Jerking his eyes back to his paper he pulled up the information he needed to compete the paper on the display screen. His attention, however, was jerked back to the pair on his bed when a loud 'bang' echoed through the barracks. The pair had caused the metal frame to hit the concrete wall. “ENOUGH!”
Normally, Abdul Alim didn't like to think of himself as one that would loose their cool in any situation. However having a pair of girls, both belonging to someone he could not stand in the least, rutting on his bed as if they owned it was to much. Grabbing the hair of the Dildorina he pulled back hard, practically throwing her to the middle of the room. He turned around, prepared to throw the Bunnygirl as well, only to see that she'd never taken out the thick dildo from her cunt. Swallowing the lump in his throat he looked back at the Dildorina, who was still sitting on the floor as if trying to figure out what had just transpired. Stepping behind the Bunnygirl, his left hand grabbed hold of her small tail while his right pulled down the tab on his fly.
Notes:
Active Harem:
Aisha – High Elf
Gina – Earth Elementalist
Haley – Bunnygirl
Unnamed – Witch
Unnamed – Daimon
Unnamed – Airmaiden
Unnamed – Dark Elf
Unnamed – Ria
Unnamed – Dildorina