To the point.

Two weeks had passed since the once-defiant high-ranking women of Team Rocket—Ariana, Cassidy, Domino, Annie, Oakley, Jessie, and Wendy—had been taken to the depths of the "Breaking Point." 

Under the relentless conditioning of Gardevoir, Zoroark, and Dune, they had been reshaped, their resistance worn down until only complete obedience remained.

The air in the dimly lit room was filled with soft laughter and the sound of bowls scraping against the floor. 

The women, once proud and powerful, now lapped up their breakfast from dog bowls filled with Dune's cum, the thick white liquid the only sustenance they had known for the past weeks. 

Each of them was still bound to their breeding stands, their naked bodies glistening with a mixture of sweat and other juices, their once-defiant spirits now broken and reshaped into something entirely new.

Some of them had bruises through their bodies, cigarette burn marks left by Zoroark, the redden claw-shaped mark Dune had left after a spanking, and many other signs of their training.

Ariana, her red hair now covered in cum left hanging limply around her face, giggled softly as she licked the last of the semen from her bowl. 

Beside her, Cassidy and Domino exchanged amused glances, their eyes twinkling with the kind of camaraderie that could only come from shared humiliation. 

Jessie, initially the most resistant, now eagerly cleaned her bowl, her lips stained with the remnants of her meal. 

Oakley and Annie, the notorious sisters, had long since accepted their fate and were content to indulge in the pleasures they had been forced to embrace. Now, they were discussing their favorite "punishment."

As they finished their breakfast, the heavy door to the chamber swung open, and Gardevoir entered the room. 

She moved with her usual grace, levitating off the floor, her cow-print bikini hugging her breast even more tightly now as she surveyed the scene with a satisfied smile. 

Her piercing gaze scanned the room, noting how each woman had fully embraced her new reality.

"Good morning, ladies," Gardevoir said, her voice soft with a hint of pride and joy. "It seems you've all had your fill."

The women looked up at her, their faces ready for a new wave of pleasure. Gardevoir walked past their breeding stands and back, checking out their bodies and using [Hypnosis] to evaluate their minds.

Once she did, Gardevoir unlocked the restraints with [Psyquic] with the same ease she had put them into, freeing the women one by one.

The sound of metal clinking against the floor echoed in the room as the breeding stands released their captives.

"Stand up," Gardevoir ordered calmly, and the women complied without hesitation. 

Their bodies were still trembling slightly from the effects of the semen they had consumed, but they stood tall, their naked forms glistening under the dim red light. 

Despite their broken spirits, there was an undeniable sense of relief as they stepped out of the breeding stands, finally free from their confinement.

"Today marks the beginning of a new chapter of your lives for all of you," Gardevoir continued, her voice carrying pride. "But before we move forward, I need you to group off with the rest."

With a wave of her hand, Gardevoir gestured the girls to exit the room. Slowly, they all did and stepped into the not-so-luxurious outer room, where the "lower" women and the storage room were.

The group of women stood waiting. These women, the "lower" ranks whom Dune had not initially chosen, had spent the past 2 weeks in a different form of training. 

Unlike the high-ranking women, they had been subjected to a far more physical regime. 

Their naked bodies were covered in sweat, their skin glistening from the intense labor they had been put through as they helped build the maid dorms and assisted the Machoke and Machamp workers.

Unlike them, the "Lower" ranking girls weren't as good-looking, voluptuous, or influential, so Dune didn't bother to use them as much as he had done to the High-rankings.

Gardevoir noticed this and didn't like how this woman had more time to relax and recover, so she ordered them to help the workers finish the dorms.

The two groups of women stared at each other momentarily, the difference in their circumstances clear. 

The high-ranking women, who had once held positions of power within Team Rocket, now stood humbled and obedient after tasting the pleasure of submission. 

The lower-ranked women, who had once been mere grunts, were now just as broken. Their bodies were conditioned for service, but they were not yet fully integrated into Dune's inner circle.

Gardevoir allowed the silence to linger for a moment before speaking again. "These women will serve alongside you from now on," she explained. "They, too, have been broken and trained, though their journey has differed from yours. However, you will all now be united in your purpose—to serve Master Dune and contribute to the future of SandSharks."

The women exchanged uncertain glances, but none dared to speak out of turn. Gardevoir, sensing their hesitation, smiled reassuringly. "Follow me," she said, turning toward the elevator. "There is much to discuss."

Now united in their shared fate, the group followed Gardevoir out of the Breaking Point and into the elevator. 

The ride was silent, with a pungent smell of semen, sweat, and saliva still lingering on the women's bodies. PokeRanch mansion. When the doors slid open, they were greeted by the bright, spacious halls of the newly constructed Maid Dorms.

Gardevoir led them through the halls with her usual grace, pointing out various rooms and amenities along the way. "This is where some of you will be staying from now on," she explained. "Each of you will have your own room, fully equipped with everything you need." 

"The bathhouse is available to all of you; you will be able to cook your meals and are suggested to. However, you can still choose to have Master Dune's semen as your primary source of sustenance."

The women nodded in understanding, their expressions calming down as they admired the modern installation of the maid dorms. They had long since accepted the reality of their new lives, but seeing this type of luxury was mind-opening.

After a few minutes of walking, Gardevoir brought them to a large, well-furnished conference room. 

The space was elegant, with chairs arranged around a long table and a large screen at one end of the room. 

Gardevoir motioned for the women to take their seats, and they did so, their naked bodies sliding smoothly into the comfortable chairs.

Gardevori counted the girls to ensure no one was absent: "....Sixty... Sixty-one... Sixty-two... Sixty-three... Sixty-four, okay."

Once everyone was seated, Gardevoir stood at the head of the table, her expression turning serious. "Now, we must discuss your future roles within SandSharks," she began. 

"Master Dune does not require mere maids. He needs capable women to help run his organization, so each of you will undergo a test to determine where you will be placed."

The women listened intently, their curiosity piqued.

"Depending on your performance in the test, you will be assigned to one of five divisions within SandSharks," Gardevoir continued. "The highest-ranking women will be chosen as Maids within the PokeRanch, serving Master Dune directly and living here in the Maid Dorms. This is the most prestigious position and requires complete loyalty and dedication."

"Those who score slightly lower will be assigned as Shadow Agents, working directly under Dune and living ordinary lives until you are required; you will work for SandSharks from the shadows as a paramilitary force when SandShark eventually clashes with other large-scale criminal organizations."

Gardevoir's gaze swept over the room as she continued. "The next group will be appointed as Executives for SandSharks' public-facing divisions."

"Your reputations will be restored, and you will represent SandSharks in the public eye, helping to further our legitimate business interests."

"The fourth group will be assigned to work as Office Girls within SandSharks. You will handle the organization's day-to-day operations, ensuring everything runs smoothly."

Finally, Gardevoir smiled. "And for those who score the lowest, you will be placed in SandSharks' nonprofit organizations as volunteers. You will still serve a purpose, though your role will be less glamorous than the others."

The room was silent as the women processed the information. Gardevoir's gaze remained steady as she addressed them one final time. "The test will be conducted at this exact moment." 

"Your performance will determine your future. Serve well, and you will be rewarded. You can't fail this test, but you can still strive for better positions; I hope you understand and perform well."

The large conference room buzzed with quiet, almost tense energy as the 64 women—all former members of Team Rocket—prepared for what would determine their new roles within SandSharks.

Gardevoir, standing at the head of the table, handed out the papers with the help of her psychic abilities, the stack of neatly printed tests floating effortlessly across the room. 

Each woman received a pen and a sheet of paper, their eyes filled with a mixture of excitement, fear, and determination.

Standing among the selected few, Jessie clenched her pen tightly, her mind racing. She had been through hell these past weeks—broken and rebuilt from scratch, but weirdly enough, she felt more like herself than ever before; now, with a chance to rise and prove her worth, she knew she couldn't afford to fail. 

She glanced at the other selected girls, all of whom shared the same hungry, competitive look.

As the papers settled in front of them, Gardevoir's voice cut through the silence. "This test is designed to measure your intellect, loyalty, and potential for leadership. Each question is crucial, so answer carefully."

The women nodded in unison, their attention laser-focused on the task before them. 

"Begin."

The only sounds that filled the room were the soft scratches of pens on paper. The air grew heavier as the women concentrated, each eager to prove themselves and secure a position close to Dune. 

The questions were not what they expected. Some focused on complex problem-solving scenarios, testing their ability to navigate difficult situations. 

Others delved into ethics and loyalty, gauging their readiness to serve SandSharks' mission without hesitation or personal bias. 

Many questions probed deeply into their understanding of criminal organizations' function, requiring them to outthink hypothetical threats to the company's divisions.

Hours passed as the women worked tirelessly, some biting their lips in concentration, others scribbling down answers with absolute confidence.

Occasionally, Gardevoir would sweep across the room, observing each woman's subtle reactions, sometimes groping their naked bodies or just staring at them as they worked. 

She noted the ones who remained calm and composed, their hands steady as they wrote, and those who fidgeted, their nerves clearly getting the best of them.

Finally, Gardevoir announced, "Time's up."

A sigh of relief echoed as the women set down their pens. Some exchanged nervous glances, while others wore expressions of quiet confidence.

With a flick of her wrist, Gardevoir used [Psychic] to collect the tests, the papers floating gently toward her and landing in neat stacks on the desk.

She smiled, her piercing gaze lingering on the room's most promising candidates. "You will have your results shortly."

It didn't take long for Gardevoir to return. The stack of graded papers hovered beside her as she re-entered the room. 

 "The results are in. I will now announce the top ten rankings. These women will serve in the most prestigious positions, directly under Master Dune, as Maids here in the PokeRanch."

A hush fell over the room as Gardevoir began to read the names.

"First place, Jessie," Gardevoir said, her gaze meeting Jessie's with a hint of approval. Gardevoir was surprised at Dune's selection back in Cerulean cave, but she was always met with a pleasant surprise. 

Jessie blinked in surprise but quickly composed herself, a proud smile tugging her lips as she boasted about her ranking to the other selected girls.

"Second, Ariana. Third, Cassidy. Fourth, Domino," Gardevoir continued, each name drawing a mixture of relief and quiet celebration from the women. "Fifth, Annie. Sixth, Oakley. Seventh, Wendy."

As the names were called, the former Rocket leaders exchanged glances, pleased but unsurprised by their success.

"Additionally," Gardevoir continued, "three grunts have distinguished themselves among the rest. Please step forward when your name is called." 

"Valerie from Team Rocket's former supply division, Roxanne from intelligence, and Mia from the security squad."

The three women mentioned exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of surprise and pride as they made their way to the front of the room. The top 10 were gathered before Gardevoir, who looked them over approvingly.

The room erupted in loud screams of congratulations as the women celebrated their newfound positions.

Gardevoir allowed the moment of celebration to pass before raising a hand to silence the room. "Congratulations to all of you," she said, her voice carrying an air of finality. 

"You have earned your places as Master Dune's Maids and will be trained to serve him directly. Your loyalty and dedication will be rewarded."

The rest of the women, those who hadn't made the top ten, watched with a mixture of respect and disappointment. 

Gardevoir turned her attention to them, her expression softening slightly. "For those of you who did not make the top ten, do not be discouraged. Your performance will still place you in important roles within SandSharks. Depending on your scores, you will contribute to the organization's success in various ways."

She then began to hand out the rest of the results, announcing each woman's roles within SandSharks. Some were chosen as Shadow Agents, tasked with operating secretly and protecting the organization from unseen threats. 

Others were assigned to work as Executives, their reputations to be carefully restored so they could represent SandSharks in the public eye. 

Those who scored lower were placed in Office roles, while a few were selected as volunteers for SandSharks' nonprofit organizations.

Once the results had been distributed and the women had calmed down from the excitement, Gardevoir addressed them one last time. 

"You have all performed admirably, but this is only the beginning. Your journey with SandSharks has just begun, and the true test of your loyalty and capability lies ahead."

She smiled warmly as she looked at the girls. "But for now, you may take a moment to rest. Go to the bathhouse, cleanse yourselves, and say goodbye to those you've grown close to." 

"Do not worry; in the future, you may be able to meet each other while on duty. For now, you are dismissed."

The women nodded, grateful for the brief rest after the intensity of the past 2 weeks. 

Gardevoir led them out of the conference room and toward the bathhouse, where they would wash away the remnants of their former lives and prepare for their new roles.

As they stepped into the warm, steamy bathhouse, the women couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. 

They had survived the Breaking Point and were ready to embrace their future as part of SandSharks, serving under Master Dune.

The road had been rocky for them, but they had all been broken and rebuilt into something better—more capable of fulfilling their fate.