Interlude: Julia Chokaby

My name is Julia Chokaby, but you can call me Bitch. Dying wasn't the best thing to ever happen to me - in retrospect, I shouldn't have followed Rachel all the way back to my place. I knew that she'd left Joan there, but my dumb ass thought I could pop off one quick shot in her skull and get out of there. Miscalculation! Whoopsie! We've all been there.

Interesting thing about being enveloped by a wave of Darkness: when it actually hits you, your eyes go first. I'd only read about it before, but basically, your brain realizes that things are darker than pitch black, so it tries to fix it by setting your retinas on fire. Mostly just feels like your eyeballs popping a fraction of a moment before you die, though.

As ways to die go, pretty painless, all in all. I got myself all put back together, cracked my neck, and went right back to doing what I'd been doing: avenging my mother. Joan was an obstacle going after Rachel, obviously, but I never should have started with her in the first place. No, I should have gone after good old Brock Rex. The guy who had actually been the one to L5 my mother, less than a month after she'd threshholded and been bought up by the Brownrock LLC. I was pretty sure he'd done it at Rachel's suggestion, since the girl had said that I would 'regret' stealing her homework (which, to be clear, I hadn't even done; I don't care about school enough to cheat!), and then what do you know, the very next day, my mother gets L5'd. Wacky coincidence that her entire personality and history gets a hard reset just after that, don't you think? Pretty unlikely in my book!

I killed that fucker after putting together a careful, thoughtful, thorough plan to get rid of him without getting killed by his Pokegirls or the police or creating any collateral damage. I'm not some monster. I didn't even kill him with a bullet - after coming back as a GhostRider, I have a cool new ability called Soul Purge, which brutally fucking annihilates sinners by turning their own sins back on them. He had a few other L5'd Pokegirls, and I figure that when his brain leaked out of his ears and nose (literally! Pink and grey ooze! It was cool as hell!) that was all the proof I needed that he hadn't been coerced into L5ing them.

I was whistling Dixie as I disposed of his body. I couldn't really take my mom away from Brownrock, but I could at least get her an owner who didn't get his jollies deleting women's personalities and memories. I wasn't even sure she'd only been L5'd the once, sick fuck.

Like any GhostRider, I felt an urge to avenge my death, but I'm not an animal. Joan only killed me to protect her friend, she just didn't realize that said friend was actually a sociopathic bitch who had deleted my mother from existence because of some stupid garbage. Totally understandable! If I was going to kill anybody, it was going to be Rachel, and I was going to turn her sins back on her. I wondered what would happen to her when I Soul Purged her? Would her brain melt, or had she done other nasty stuff? She'd been whoring out her best friend to Sam in the hopes of becoming his Pokegirl - rather than just being a good girl for him herself - so maybe she'd become some type of depraved whore who lived only for sex? That'd be extremely sexy. Sam wouldn't even have to use a Pet slot, then, since she wouldn't actually be a Pokegirl.

Obviously I'm not stupid, I wasn't going to just go get into a Round Two with Joan. I was going to be careful, thoughtful, and take my time, stalking Rachel, waiting for my opportunity while keeping my distance. All I needed was maybe two, three minutes alone with Rachel, and I'd be able to wipe her out with the weight of her own sins, and get away free.

Sex with Sam had always been exciting, the way he kept coming up with new ways to punish and abuse me. I got the impression that he didn't like me, but that was okay - he was just one plan among many for getting my revenge on Rachel for what she'd done to my mother. One that hadn't worked out! I mean, I had threshholded as a CalamityJane, why bother with that roundabout revenge method when I could just ventilate her skull?

Other than the obvious reason, haha! I wasn't anticipating Rachel being so ornery, when I was pretending like I was just going to kidnap her. I would've shot her in the streets and taken the risk if I had. Live and learn.

Anyway, the reason I mention sex with Sam being exciting, was because this was actually even more exciting than that. My pussy was on fire with heat as I hunted down Rachel, as I stalked her like some great cat, watched her dart around her life. Un-fortunately, it seemed like my previous actions had tipped her off, because she just would not leave Joan alone. It was like the Succubus was a human-sized security blanket, and it was really damn annoying.

Especially when Joan noticed my presence. I blame how arousing it was, just watching Rachel, fantasizing about what was going to happen to her when I finally got off a Soul Purge. She tried to just flick another wave of black nothingness at me when she recognized me - I would have figured that my change in hair color might have helped a little, but apparently not enough. Coming back from the dead resulted in this pale bluish tone to my hair, but even with that, my distinctive style was too obvious.

I dodged, obviously. I wasn't some weak little CalamityJane this time, and all my instincts were screaming at me to kill Joan, so everything hit exactly on point as I dodged and weaved her attacks, just drawing on the wellspring of power in my soul to make one titanic Soul Purge, that would completely burst Rachel's fucking brain, and-

It hit. It absolutely, one hundred percent, zero doubt on my part, hit. She doubled over in pain for a moment, and Joan swooped in to protect her, placing her body between me and her, but that was it. She was fine, fierce rage in her eyes as she went to something on her belt.

Maybe it was just a coincidence? I barely had time to really finish that thought before I saw the Ultraball coming for me, and I was enveloped in an inky black nothingness.

Then I got to hear the unbelievably boring-ass, repetitive calls of the Ultraball, trying to soothingly smother me.

"Say that you will obey Rachel Brown."

"Uhhh, no," was my reply.

That gave me a little spike of pain, like getting electro-zapped. Combined with already being a leaky mess of arousal from the stalking and the fight, well, it only took a couple more repetitions of the command (and my refusal to obey) for me to come. It was really boring as far as lovers go, though. Sam was way more creative.

I don't know how long I sat in there, just getting a zap to the pussy every time I refused to obey the Ultraball's inane commands. Mostly because it was soooo boring. But, it does turn out that GhostRiders have one cool feature that was extremely useful to me in this situation: we can enchant weapons or vehicles. I just kind of did it on instinct at some point, presumably because the Ultraball had been moving around enough to proc it, and then I got a reprieve from the shittiest lover I'd ever had, and the inky black void that surrounded me. It was like I was seated in a three-dimensional film theatre, every surface revealing the world outside me. Much of my view was obstructed by Rachel, who held a tight grip on the ball.

"...crazy that she came back, sheesh. She must have been crazy jealous of you, Rach," Joan was telling Rachel. "Wanted Sam all to herself, which I can understand, because he's hot, but also can't understand, because obvs a guy like that deserves more than one pussy, y'know?"

"Yes, indeed," Rachel said, sounding like she was gritting her teeth. I would have said I was sorry about trying to kill her, but, I was in an Ultraball. Plus I doubted she'd listen. "Julia, I know you can't hear me, but-" Rachel started, hefting the ball up, then frowning as she looked at it. "This isn't how it looked earlier."

"Weird. It's all black and red. Kinda goth."

Rachel's pace increased. "I'm less sure you can't hear me, but I just want you to know? You're getting L5'd, bitch," she said, almost sneering the words out as we entered a Pokecenter. "I'm going to completely fucking delete you from existence, then I'm going to sell your empty-headed body to a brothel, to serve every guy who asks for the rest of your life, until you're nothing but a used-up cumdumpster."

I'd have said not to threaten me with a good time, but she wouldn't have been able to hear me. Plus, her plan had one major flaw - I was registered as Sam's Pokegirl. I still was, in fact, as I'd checked as much shortly post-mortem. So when she stuck me in the machine to mark me for an L5 cycle, it simply buzzed a rejection notice. "You are not the Pokegirl's owner. Only the Pokegirl's owner can order a Taming Cycle. Attempting to use a Taming Cycle on a Pokegirl without the owner's consent is a Second Degree Felony; using a Level 5 Taming Cycle on a Pokegirl without the owner's consent is a First Degree Felony."

"Rrgh. Of course. Looks like you get another few minute's reprieve, bitch, but as you didn't hop out, you probably are still stuck in there."

I wasn't really sure of that, but I wasn't risking going out in the open right now, of all times. I just sat there patiently, watching as Rachel and Joan chatted. Rachel seemed relieved about the whole thing, glad to know that I was about to be out of her hair for good, and that she'd never have to worry about me again.

Which, she wouldn't have to worry about me if she let me out of the ball, either! Or just accepted the capriciousness of life and death. Either/or.

I had a rapidly forming backup plan: I'd break out of this ball when she got to Sam, tell him I was sorry, explain my mistake, and run for it if he didn't forgive me. (Rachel might have been mad enough to go after me even with Sam's forgiveness, but, I thought there was a decent chance that she'd let it go since she really wanted to be Sam's Pet. I mean, she was whoring her own former best friend out to him! Compared to that, what's letting a little homicidal 'oopsie-daisy' go? I was ready to forgive Joan, and my instincts were telling me to kill her!)

"Sam," Rachel said, as he opened the door to his house. "I have a certain someone in this ball, and I want to run an L5 Taming Cycle on her."

"Julia?" Sam asked, and Rachel nodded. "Yeah, I'll go sign for it. Did she attack you again?"

"She tried," Rachel said, curtly - as she started to spin around, I hopped out of the ball, interposing myself between Rachel and Sam. He'd make a half-decent pseudo-body shield, if nothing else.

Except.

Exceeeept.

The most amazing thing in the whole world, the most precious, wonderful moment of my life, happened!

I met his eyes, and my whole world changed in a heartbeat. Before then, I'd been an avenging angel, motivated by nothing but hurting the people who had hurt my mother. Brock, Rachel, and then whoever else I could find that had been involved. Find some new source of justice, some new font of crime to peel apart like removing the legs of an insect - but not anymore. In that moment I had something so, so wonderful. I had Love. Capital-L love, the kind that's incomprehensible to other people, the kind that's bone deep. The kind that says I would kill anyone, do anything, violate any law, for him; and he for me. That in that moment, there was less than separation between us, there was a unity of heart and spirit so tight, so entangled, that the depths of our feelings for one another would crush and smash anything that stood in their way.

As was proven a second later, when Rachel spoke. "What the- kill her, Joan," she snapped to her Pokegirl, and a moment later - so fast, so swift, so instantaneous and instinctual - Sam had his fingers curled around Rachel's throat.

"Uhh, whoa, Sam, chill, I can tell you, y'know, Recognized each other, I'm not gonna kill her, please stop," Joan said, reaching for Sam's fingers and trying to peel them off Rachel's throat gently.

"Stop, goshujinsama," I added, and that was what made Sam stop, almost instantly. Rachel glared at me balefully, but she'd heard what Joan had said. She knew that all her hate would break against the rock of our love. "I'm sorry, Rachel. When we were eight, you told me that you'd 'get me back' for stealing your homework. The next day, my mother, who worked at your company, was subjected to a Level Five Taming Cycle. I thought you were responsible; after my Soul Purge failed on you, I can see you weren't."

"Are you- fucking, fuck!" Rachel shouted in rage. "God, I want to fucking-" she snarled, her emotions at a fever pitch, and Sam just stepped in the way.

"You aren't going to get to hurt her," Sam said, and Rachel snarled, knowing he was right but not liking it.

"Um. I like you, like, a lot, Sam," Joan said, "but if you try hurting Rachel again I probably won't be so gentle peeling you off her?"

"I don't want anybody to fight," I said. "This is all my fault." Rachel started to pace back and forth, scowling at me, but knowing that even if I felt guilty, there was no way I'd submit to a Level Five Taming Cycle; and Sam wouldn't let me even if I did. Freshly threshholded Pokegirls would sometimes be violent, and once they were under control, there were no rules about punishing them in any way. You could, but Sam wouldn't. That was just how Recognition was. "Ah! Goshujinsama, why don't you loan me to Rachel, like how Rachel loaned Joan to you?" I suggested, taking his hand in mine. "Then, she can punish me however she likes, until she feels satisfied? I feel so terrible for getting in between you two..."

"Oh my fucking God! Are you fucking serio-" Joan put her hand on Rachel's shoulder and pulled her back a little, not wanting to incite Sam again. "You tried to kill me, twice, you psycho bitch! You think a little pussy eating is going to be enough?"

"No, you can beat me, taze me, slap me, stomp on my face, whatever you want, joousama - if Sam doesn't mind, that is," I added, glancing over to Sam. "Obviously I would never sleep with anyone else without his permission."

Sam looked at Rachel, then at me. I wanted him to do this, to make it up to Rachel the only way I could think of, but of course, if it hurt him to whore me out, I wouldn't. He had seemed resistant to the idea, before, but... "I'll send her over to you, once I get done breaking her in. Don't do anything permanent to her," he told Rachel, who gave me a look that promised so much abuse that I was honestly about to come. (Obviously, eyelocking my soulmate had me a lot more aroused than even the electro-zaps and the stalking/murder attempt.) "Goodbye."

"Rrrgh. This is all your fault, Bitch," Rachel said, using that pet name for me, "so I'm not going to blame Sam for this, but don't think your little goodie two shoes act is going to work on me."

If it wouldn't have sounded patronizing and insincere, I'd have told her that being so cruel to her future Master's soulmate wasn't going to help her become his Pet. I'd just have to convince her of my contrition after she got done mistreating me however she felt necessary. "Okay, joousama," I told Rachel, giving her a petite bow. "But now, I have to have my new Pokegirl body broken in by goshujinsama! I can't wait to try it out, I'm probably going to come from my throat, my tits, my ass - as in spankings, not as in anal, we've done that and I've come plenty."

Sam just took a gentle hold of my wrist, lacing his fingers together with mine, and gently pulling me inside, closing the front door behind us and leaving Rachel to stew on her negative emotions. He kissed me, fiercely, and I hopped up on him, hands lacing together behind his neck, letting him carry me up to his bedroom.

Then he laid me out on his bed, and I immediately moved to strip myself bare. My whole body was for him, now, really and truly. I was going to be his Pet. I was going to be his Bitch. Nothing could have made me happier - honestly, my eyes were watering a bit, as I saw his cock slowly approach my slick sex, and when he thrust inside me for the first time, my mind went white with pleasure.

The sensitivity of being a Pokegirl is crazy high, I don't know why everybody is so anxious about it! You get fucked silly every day, and it's so wonderful. The feeling of his hard cock, pounding in and out of my cunt, as he loomed over me, was wonderful. I worried that he might be gentler to me, now that we had Recognized each other - I could barely even think the idea of hurting him, in the same way the mind instinctively revolts against even imagining eating shit - but I was fortunately proven wrong when his fingers wrapped around my throat.

"Do it," I breathed, and then he clamped down, and the asphyxiation intensified the pleasure so much I came, stars filling my eyes as they rolled around senselessly in my skull. He continued to fuck inside me, just pounding away as my body spasmed beneath him in pleasure.

"I was never going to take you as my Pet," he told me - almost a confession. His fingers loosened on my throat, as if expecting condemnation. "I only pretended to so I could fuck and humiliate you."

"It's okay, goshujinsama. I never planned to become your Pet, either - I was always going to use whatever breed I threshholded into to avenge myself on Rachel."

He let out a small laugh at that, then he kissed me, then he started choking me again, my pussy spasming in ecstasy as he fucked me hard into the bed.

I came and I came, one orgasm blending into the next. Sometimes I'd pass out, but only for a second or so, before Sam released my throat and let me breathe. My whole body was on fire with pleasure, with need, and he satisfied it in every way. Not only was his cock pounding in my cunt like I was nothing but a warm hole, as hard as he felt like, as rough as he wanted - his hands wandered my body. Not to grope and caress, but to slap my tits, to pinch my clit, to smack me right in the face. Every rough strike made me jerk in pleasure, and my Pokegirl body meant that every movement was incredible. "Go, goshujinsama," I panted out, looking up at him, adoration in my heart and my eyes, at this man. I could never have hurt him like he was hurting me, but he did it, because he knew it would make me happy. "Rape my throat," I said.

Instantly, he pulled out of my cunt, shifting my body so my head hung over the edge and then slamming his cock right past my lips, furiously pounding away. One hand rested on my throat as I tasted my own juices, as his fingers teased and suggested that perhaps they'd hurt me, the other reaching down to just maul one of my tits. I pushed them up, arching my back to let him have easier access, and his fingers got even rougher, clawing at the flesh roughly.

I came within a minute of having his cock stuffed in my throat, and more from the cock in my throat than his choking and playing with my tits. I didn't have to touch myself any more, my body was something that had been redesigned from the ground up to be a sex toy, and that's exactly what he was using me as. It reminded me of that pre-Sukebe classic, Kangoku Senkan, and I was one of the women turned into obedient sex toy bitches for the protagonist. I squirted to that thought, my juices spraying out across the bed.

"The, fucking, Tetsukata twins," he panted out, pulling out suddenly, leaving me with this longing feeling in my throat. "Why?"

"Well, we were talking, and I realized you could make them happy, goshujinsama. They wanted a man who would treat them like you treated me - and it was more true than I knew, even!" I told him, with a broad smile. "Since you were planning to sell me off, rather than keep me as a Pet."

"And Ms. Cantaloupe?"

"She needed money, and I didn't have enough-" I got his cock stuffed right back in my throat again, as he grunted and used me. My eyes rolled up as the feeling of that raw, hard cock, pulsing in my throat, throbbing, slamming away, filling me up, rubbed against every one of my new erogenous zones and made me come my brains out, my legs kicking at the air fruitlessly.

"Fuck, you're good, Julia," he said, and I hurriedly shook my head - he pulled out again. "What?"

"Sorry, goshujinsama... if you want to call me Julia, you can, but I'd rather you call me Bitch. I like it."

"Bitch it is, then," he agreed, before stuffing my throat with his cock again - then pulling out a moment later, shifting his weight up so that his cock rested between my breasts, his ass directly in my face. I knew what to do in that position - rim him.

The wonders of licking ass of the man who your soul was born to mate with, are only slightly outdone by the wonders of licking ass as a Pokegirl. Combined together, I was twitching in pleasure as he yanked on my nipples and fucked my tits backwards like that, his hard cock sliding in between the valley. It didn't give me that great a view. "Fuck. You really shouldn't have tried to kill Rachel," he said.

"I know, goshujinsama. If I could go back and do it over again, I wouldn't," I agreed. "But I really did think she had gotten my mother L5'd."

"I'll buy your mom off Brownrock," he panted. "Get her, get her secretarial work, with my mom's company. Maybe fuck her too, if that's okay with you?"

"Of course it is, goshujinsama," I said, leaning forward to really stuff my tongue up his ass, making him gasp - and then he came for the first time, spraying his white seed all over my dark stomach. It felt so wonderful, like each sticky string of cum was a declaration of his love, and the moment he was done coming, he shifted again, pushing me around on the bed, forcing me onto my hands and knees. "Are you going to fuck my pussy or my ass, goshujinsama?" I asked. It was half curiosity, half an attempt to reassure him that it was still okay to fuck my ass - which he promptly did, ramming his cock deep inside me, claiming the last of my newly Pokegirl-ified holes.

It felt fantastic. Every thrust send shivers up my spine. I was a bitch, I was his bitch, and it was wonderful, as I came over and over again, getting fucked in the ass. He spanked me, over and over again, until he decided that my tough buttocks wasn't worthy of his hand, and instead shifted his weight so that his foot pressed down on my cheek, while he just kept on going.

In a position like that, there was only one thing to say: "You're, in charge, goshujinsama," I told him, and it was the honest truth. I loved to obey, and he loved to command, and we both loved each other so much that nothing else was really possible. He grunted at that, accelerating his pace inside me. "I'm, your, bitch."

"That's fucking right you are," he breathed out, before bottoming out in my ass and just coming all over again, seeming to fill me up completely, utterly, not just physically, but emotionally, too.

In the end, he came in my mouth, on my tits, up my ass, in my pussy, on my face, in my hair - everywhere, really. I was coated in his cum by the end of things, like a white patina marring my dark skin. I only regretted that my hair was so pale now, because it meant that you couldn't see the sticky clumps of cum in it as easily.

He didn't have a Pokegirls' endurance, and Joan wasn't around to give his cock a top-up, so he ultimately collapsed down onto his bed. Despite being a sticky, cum-coated mess, I gently tucked him in. "I'm going to go get punished by Rachel now, goshujinsama, if that's okay?" I asked it softly, not wanting to unnecessarily rouse him from his half-slumber. He nodded quietly, and I reached out for my new ball, the orb appearing in my hand. It was black on the top, white on the bottom, with red searing across its upper half, as if the black was the inky dark flesh of some strange animal and it had been partly peeled open, tears and rips.

It looked really cool, basically.

I sent Rachel a text, went to the front door, and entered my ball to wait for her. It was Joan who actually showed up to pick me up, hefting the ball into the air. "Rachel doesn't put me in balls, 'cause I'm too cool to be stuck in some black void. Guess that means Rach loves me more than Sam loves you," Joan said, and I ignored the snide comment. She was upset because I tried to hurt her friend; I wasn't going to take it personally. "Yeah. Makes sense, since I'm waaaay cooler than you," she explained to the ball. "Rach is super pissed, so you're going to be stuck in there being bored for a while. Hope you brought a book to read."

I had better than a book: I had the knowledge that I loved someone, and they loved me back, with a depth of love that went as far down as the ocean, that spanned from east to west, that filled the whole of the world.

Rachel had figured out that I could see through my new ball, so she just stuck me in a small empty box to start with, completely blocking off my view of the outside world as she went about her day, only occasionally coming over to uselessly ask me if it was boring in there (it was, obviously). She did eventually start working out her frustrations. I tried to avoid making it too obvious how much I was enjoying myself, but I don't think I was that convincing.