The Breaking is Complete (+18)

Gardevoir stood in the dimly lit room, her eyes briefly glazing over as she gazed at Dune's monstrous cock, coated in his own cum and Jessie's juices; it made her stomach start to crave some of his cum.

For a fleeting moment, she felt herself slipping into a trance, her mind wandering as she imagined herself serving him in every possible way, taking the place of the Team Rocket girls. 

Her thoughts were interrupted when Dune turned to her, his gaze catching hers. "Gardevoir," he called, his voice snapping her out of her daze. 

"Gardevoir, are you there?" Dune called again as his cock hunged in the air next to Ariana's face.

Gardevoir blinked, her face flushing slightly as she realized she had been caught staring. She quickly straightened herself, returning to her calm, composed demeanor. 

"Master Dune," she said softly, awaiting his instructions.

Dune's expression softened, though his tone remained firm. "Go and get a fellation mask, buttplugs, and some tape," he ordered. "I want every last drop of my cum to stay inside them."

Gardevoir nodded, bowing respectfully before turning on her heel to the cart she had brought the girl's food in, she noticed there weren't enough buttplugs or tape for everyone, so she had to leave the room. 

As she stepped into the outside section, where the Breaking Point's "lower" girls were kept, the faint sound of moans greeted her as the door opened. 

The women inside were already broken, their bodies and minds overwhelmed by Dune's relentless fucking. 

All the girls were tired; some had their tongues out, and others were saying incoherent ramblings as they thrust their hips from and back. Each thrust, each climax, brought them closer to the brink of mind break.

Gardevoir walked through the breeding stands in Breaking Point, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor as she made her way to a storage room where the items were kept.

Gardevoir knew there was no rush; Dune would take his time with the remaining women. Her thoughts lingered on what was happening inside the chamber—on the raw, sinful images of Dune using their bodies as he pleased.

Gardevoir's nipples hardened through her cow-print bikini, and she had to stop on multiple occasions to breathe in and out to control herself.

Finally, Gardevoir reached the storage room, stepped in, and looked around. She carefully selected a red latex fellation mask designed to keep a woman's mouth open and ready for use. 

She gathered several buttplugs, each of them of the highest quality, made of steel and with decorative gems on the handles for a better "presentation," as Lopunny called it, and a roll of heavy-duty tape.

With the items in hand, Gardevoir began her return journey to the chamber. As she walked, the muffled moans grew louder, and she could feel the heat building inside her. 

Her psychic senses picked up the overwhelming emotions radiating from the room—lust, submission, and a twisted form of satisfaction.—as she stepped in front of the door.

When Gardevoir re-entered the special room, she was greeted by seeing Dune fucking Cassidy. His large frame dominated the room as he thrust into her with brutal force, her cries of pleasure filling the space. 

Her body trembled with each of his movements, her breasts bouncing wildly as her body was rocked back and forth due to her hands and legs being locked in the breeding stand.

The other women, now lying midair or kneeling on the floor, were already filled to the brim with Dune's cum. 

Their holes gaped open, leaking thick streams of the potent fluid that stained the floor beneath them. Gardevoir took a moment to admire the sight, her gaze sweeping over the women's broken, blissful expressions.

Sensing Gardevoir's return, Dune looked up briefly before returning his focus to Cassidy, who had her tongue out and noncoherent moans. "Put the mask on, Cassidy," he instructed, his voice deep and commanding.

"And make sure every hole is plugged. I don't want a single drop of my cum wasted."

Gardevoir nodded obediently and moved swiftly to Cassidy's side. The blonde woman was still trembling in her restraints, her body slick with sweat, and her asshole was leaking cum. 

Despite her earlier defiance, Cassidy's mind was already crumbling under the weight of Dune's dominance. 

She barely resisted as Gardevoir placed the red latex fellation mask over her face, securing it tightly so that her mouth remained open, ready to accept anything Dune desired.

Once the mask was in place, Gardevoir retrieved a buttplug and gently spread Cassidy's ass cheeks as Dune continued to destroy her pussy. With a smooth, practiced motion she had practiced many times due to Lopunny's shenanigans, she slid the plug inside her, filling her tight hole completely. 

Cassidy moaned loudly as she orgasmed, her pussy visibly clenching tightly around Dune'c cock, her body trembling as the sensation overwhelmed her.

Gardevoir moved from woman to woman, repeating the process with mechanical precision. Each of them received a buttplug, and Gardevoir applied tape to seal their pussies shut, ensuring that none of Dune's cum could escape. 

The room filled with soft gasps and moans as their bodies responded to the invasive but satisfying sensation of being plugged and taped.

Once the task was complete, Gardevoir stood back, her gaze lingering on the women. With [Hypnosis], she began to read their minds, delving deep into their thoughts to gauge the extent of their submission. What she found surprised even her.

Most of the women had already been broken, their minds shattered by the sheer intensity of the experience. 

Their once-defiant thoughts had crumbled away, replaced by a singular desire to serve Dune in any way he wished. 

Jessie, in particular, had been broken completely. Her earlier bravery had been stripped away, leaving only obedience and submission behind.

Just as she had sworn loyalty to Team Rocket, she now sworn loyalty to Dune and his cock.

Gardevoir turned to Dune, her expression pure bliss, and joy as she spoke. "Master Dune!" she began, "most of them have already been broken. Their minds are no longer their own. Jessie, in particular, has fully succumbed. Her defiance is gone." Gardevoir said with an almost childlike happiness.

Her tone was one of someone who had done a great job or had a close one's accomplishments.

Dune paused momentarily, his eyes full of satisfaction as he heard the good news. He looked over the women, their bodies trembling as he devoured them with his gaze. "Good," he said, his voice full approval. "They belong to me now."

Gardevoir nodded, pleased with the results of their work. The women had been reduced to obedient, willing servants—ready to fulfill their roles without question.

And they would wait forever if he so desired.

Dune stepped in front of the panting Cassidy. Her vision was obstructed by the fellation mask, so the only noise she could hear was Dune's heavy steps and the heavy breathing and moans from the rest of the Team Rocket girls.

Gardevoir, without being asked to, stepped further and grabbed Dune's heavy cock, aligning it to the same height as Cassidy's mouth. "Master Dune," Gardevoir began; her voice started sounding crispy, barely holding back.

"Master Dune... may I... Kiss you while you punish the wastefulness of this girl, Cassidy?" Gardevoir asked as she pressed her heavy breasts in Dune's chest.

The heavy and soft round breasts were pressed tightly in Dune's chest, who only gave Gardevoir a smile, his fangs reflecting the dimly red light of the room.

The blunt spines of his cock began to erect, as the tip of his cock began to leak precum once again, "You may," Dune said, as he thrust his heavy cock inside Cassidy's mouth.

Caissdy gagged at the size of Dune's member, but she felt a strong invisible force forcing her to accept it; on the outside, Gardevoir was being held in the air by Dune as he moved his cock slowly inside Cassidy's throat.

He could feel his spines and blunts mess with the insides of Cassidy's throat, his tongue invading Gardevoir's mouth as they both shared a deep, wild kiss as if two beasts were trying to devour each other.

Dune and Gardevoir remained bonded by their tongues for what seemed to be hours as Cassidy gagged on Dune's size, cumming wildly on multiple occasions, with most of her squirt falling into the ground as the tape on her pussy held firm.

Dune and Gardevoir's tongues danced with each other, their saliva mixing, only pulling apart to breathe, and a strand of saliva would connect each other before they pulled back into the kiss.

Gardevoir was on cloud nine, and with Dune's claws holding onto her abdomen with more strength as he prepared himself to pump into Cassidy's stomach, Gardevoir couldn't resist anymore and squirted on her bikini bottom, drenching it on her juices.

Dune let Gardevoir to her feet, moments later, fell to her knees, panting as she watched Dune's cock disappear in and out of Cassidy's mouth.

Determined to not let this opportunity go to waste, still on her knees, Gardevoir moved closer and began to massage Dune's heavy balls as he began to thrust faster and deeper, his crotch hitting her chin with every move.

In a final thrust, Dune's face was one of complete ecstasy as he buried himself deep into Cassidy's mouth, his balls in her eyes as he began to pump the last of his cum into her stomach.

Gardevoir could feel how the last remaining of Cassidy's willpower left her body; standing up gracefully, Gardevoir flickered her fingers, using [Life dew] to clean the sweat and cum off the women's bodies; Gardevori gave them a respectful bow.

"You have my complete gratitude for granting me and my Master a pleasant evening," Gardevoir said. Please rest while you can; this will be a long week."

At the mention of this, the women who were still conscious began to tremble, the heavy and thick cum still in their bodies as the buttplugs and tape prevented any from leaking out.

 Gardevoir and Dune, exhausted, left the room, walking past the rows of "lower" girls. They arrived at the elevator, stepped inside, and with the flick of her finger, Gardevoir used [Psyquic] to pull the switches from the other side of the room, turning on the heating, turning off the lights, and activating the air filters, leaving the girls there for the night.

As the elevator rose, Gardevoir turned to Dune and asked, "Master Dune, have you decided already what would you like to do with them?"

Dune looked down at her and laughed at how Gardevoir's bikini was full of sweat and squirt juices but focused on answering her question, "Well... I initially thought they should work for SandShark in the shadows..."

"But since we need a lot of manpower, in this case, womanpower, I decided to use the women we capture as our workforce," Dune explained.

Gardevoir tilted her head in confusion, to which Dune only responded with a warm smile and licking her face.

"I'll tell you later," Dune said as the elevator doors opened. "Let's catch up to Helena and the rest before they worry," Dune said as if nothing of what happened downstairs was real.