After finishing his meal with Helena, Dune leaned back in his chair, watching her as she rose to her feet. She stretched, making her breasts giggle. "I'm heading to the library," she said with a soft smile. "I've got a few books waiting for me that I've wanted to catch up to."
Dune nodded, giving her a gentle smile. Helena leaned down, kissing his cheek before walking out of the kitchen and disappearing into the mansion's hallways.
Lopunny stood up as well, her tone faking playfulness. "I'm going to find Salazzle, probably out slacking somewhere." She said before hopping out of the room, her usual energy and cheeky grin back in place.
Now alone, Dune shifted his focus to more pressing matters. He turned toward Gardevoir and Zoroark, his gaze sharp. "Has the 'delivery' arrived?"
Gardevoir nodded in affirmation, standing tall with her usual grace. "It has, Master Dune. We've placed them in the dormitory area, awaiting your inspection."
Zoroark, with a sly grin curling on her lips, took a drag from her cigarette before flicking it aside. "You're going to enjoy this, boss," she added, her tone full of amusement.
Dune rose from his seat, motioning for the two to lead the way. The trio walked through the luxurious corridors of the PokeRanch mansion, passing by several Machoke workers who averted their gaze respectfully as they approached.
They entered the recently constructed dormitory, which was still bustling with activity as Machamps and Machokes worked on finishing the final touches on the maid quarters.
Gardevoir and Zoroark led him past the busy construction toward a hidden entrance cleverly disguised as an ordinary bookcase.
Gardevoir pulled on a book with a quiet click, and the bookcase slid aside to reveal a secret elevator.
Dune stepped inside with his two companions, the door closing behind them. The descent into the depths of the mansion was quiet, the air growing cooler and more humid as they traveled further underground.
When the elevator finally stopped, the doors opened, revealing a large, dimly lit room, the "Breaking Point."
A faint red light illuminated the space with an eerie glow, casting long shadows across the rows of breeding stands, each holding a woman in a disheveled Team Rocket uniform.
They were restrained and unable to move, their faces a mixture of anger, fear, and defiance.
Gardevoir, standing beside Dune, opened a hidden door and walked into what seemed to be a storage room, to later come back with a large bulky ledger in hand.
She opened the large ledger she held and began reviewing the inventory of captured Rocket members. "Master Dune," she said, her voice smooth and composed, "these are the most valuable prisoners from the latest 'delivery.'
"Among the dozens, these seven stand out as the key figures."
Dune surveyed the restrained women with a calculating gaze. He took his time, lingering over each one before making his selection. "Arina, Cassidy, Domino, Annie, Oakley, Jessie, and Wendy," he said, his voice deep and deliberate. Move them to the next room."
Gardevoir nodded in silent acknowledgment. Using [Psychic], she waved her hand and gently lifted the seven chosen women—still trapped in their breeding stands—across the room.
Their bodies floated in mid-air as they were moved into a separate chamber adjacent to the main room.
This new room was even more unsettling. The red light was dimmer here, the shadows longer, and the atmosphere heavier.
The walls were lined with thick, dark wood, and the floors gleamed with a freshly polished shine. The humid air felt dense, almost suffocating, as the faint hum of machinery vibrated in the background.
The soft clinking of chains and restrained metal echoed quietly in the stillness.
The women, now placed neatly in a row, struggled slightly in their bindings, but none could escape the stands they were trapped in. Gardevoir stood before them, her elegant figure bathed in the red glow, as she prepared to explain their grim reality.
Cleaning her throat, Gardevoir began, "You are here because your crimes have finally caught up with you. "Her voice was calm and formal, though a slight edge of satisfaction laced her words.
"Each of you has been denied the right of a trial, as it would be an injustice to those you wronged, but make no mistake—justice will be served here by Master Dune's cock—claws."
The women exchanged uneasy glances, but none dared speak. Even those who initially held defiant expressions now looked uncertain, realizing their fates were sealed.
Zoroark, who had been leaning against the wall with her signature cigarette in hand, took a long drag before pushing off and stepping forward.
Her eyes gleamed with wicked delight as she held up a small notepad. "Now for the fun part," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "Let's go over exactly why you're all here."
She flipped through the pages casually, stopping on the first name. "Ariana," Zoroark read aloud, turning to face the redhead with a cold smirk.
"Leader of some of the biggest terrorist operations in Johto and Kanto. You've been responsible for countless illegal experiments on Pokemon, using them like lab rats."
"If you hadn't bribed half of the politicians and judges in Johto, you'd be rotting in prison for life."
Ariana clenched her jaw but remained silent, her fiery glare burning holes into Zoroark, who simply chuckled and continued.
"Next, we have Cassidy," Zoroark said, turning her gaze to the blonde. "You're guilty of human trafficking and smuggling rare Pokemon into underground fighting rings. Pretty nasty stuff. Without Team Rocket's protection, you'd be looking at at least 80 years behind bars—assuming you stepped in a prison at all."
Cassidy's defiant expression faltered slightly, but she still held her tongue, her eyes filled with hatred.
"Domino," Zoroark continued, flipping to the next page. "Ah, one of the more fun ones. Espionage, blackmail, political assassinations... the works. You've taken out more people than most can count, and all of it swept under the rug thanks to Silph C.O.'s influence. You'd be staring down a hundred-year sentence in a real court."
Domino's lips twisted into a cold smile but didn't reach her eyes. Her expression remained as icy and unreadable as ever.
Zoroark moved on. "Annie and Oakley," she said, her voice laced with disgust as she eyed the sisters. "Professional thieves and manipulators, both of you. You specialized in stealing ancient artifacts and using illegal tech to modify Pokemon..."
"I remember you two... You'd each be looking at 70 years in prison if you weren't so good at bribing judges and buying your way out."
Oakley's eyes narrowed while Annie's confident smirk faded into uncertainty.
"And now for Jessie," Zoroark said, her tone faltering as she spoke. "Long-time Rocket member, always trying to prove herself. Petty theft, attempted Pokemon abductions—nothing on the scale of these other ladies, but you've certainly done enough to warrant 25 years in prison, minimum."
Jessie sneered at Zoroark, her pride wounded. "You don't scare me," she muttered, though the tremble in her voice betrayed her fear.
The rest of the girls sighed at Jessie's stupidity; it was one way to make herself the focus of their captors.
Zoroark ignored her, turning to the final woman on her list. "Wendy," she said with a slow grin. "Undercover agent, saboteur, political bribery extraordinaire. You've got some high-ranking connections, don't you? It's too bad that none of them can help you now."
"If you were ever judged fairly, you'd be looking at 40 years in a high-security prison."
Zoroark closed the notepad with a sharp snap, taking one last drag from her cigarette before flicking it onto the floor. "All of you are here because you managed to evade real justice for far too long," she said, her voice dark and filled with satisfaction. "But that ends now."
Gardevoir, standing beside Dune, looked over at him. "The choice is yours, Master Dune. They await your judgment. They will serve under you, and they will only be offered redemption after their breaking. Until then, their fate lies in your hands."
Dune remained silent, his sharp gaze lingering on each woman in turn. He stepped forward, the atmosphere in the room growing heavier with each passing second.
The red light cast his tall, imposing figure into sharp relief as he loomed over the women, who now fully understood the gravity of their situation.
"All of you," Dune started. "For your crimes, you will be broken until nothing remains from your past self, Gardevoir, start."
After delivering his judgment, Dune's expression remained cold and resolute as he looked over the restrained women.
Gardevoir bowed respectfully to him, hiding a sadistic smirk on her face before stepping out of the room. The heavy doors closed behind her with a soft click, leaving the women to exchange nervous glances.
Moments later, the doors reopened, and Gardevoir returned, pushing a sleek, polished diner cart draped with a white cloth.
Several white glass bottles sat atop the cart, each filled to the brim with a thick, creamy liquid. Gardevoir's expression was calm, almost serene.
She approached each woman one by one, taking her time as she unscrewed the caps from the bottles. The women watched with a mixture of fear and confusion, their struggles against the breeding stands becoming more frantic as the reality of the situation began to set in.
Gardevoir, ever the efficient maid, moved with grace and precision as she lifted the first bottle to Ariana's lips. "Drink," she commanded softly, her tone cold and unyielding.
Ariana tried to resist, turning her head away, but Gardevoir's [Psychic] forced the liquid into Ariana's mouth, compelling her to swallow. Gardevoir repeated the process with each of the other women, ensuring that none could avoid the drink.
The effects were immediate as soon as the thick liquid slid down their throats. Each woman began to squirm in her restraints, their bodies trembling as heat flooded through them.
Their breathing grew heavier, and soft gasps escaped their lips as wet spots began to form in their crotches, soaking through the fabric of their uniforms.
Ariana's eyes went wide with panic as she felt the unmistakable sensation building inside her, a sudden wave of arousal that she couldn't control. Cassidy gritted her teeth, trying to suppress the moans threatening to escape, while Jessie's defiance melted into helpless whimpers.
Wendy's face flushed deep crimson, her body trembling as she tried to fight the effects, but it was useless.
Gardevoir stepped back, folding her hands neatly in front of her, her calm gaze settling on Dune. "It is done, Master Dune."
Dune's voice rumbled, menacing as he addressed the women. "What you have just consumed is my cum."
"From what I've been told and seen, It's highly addictive, sweet, and nutritious; one litter is capable of feeding an adult woman for an entire day. This will be your only sustenance from now on. I will return to deal with you later."
His words hung in the air, sending chills through the women as they realized they could not escape their fate.
Dune turned without another word, and Gardevoir followed closely behind him. The doors closed, sealing the room in silence.
For a moment, the women were left alone with the unbearable heat coursing through their bodies, each struggling futilely in their breeding stand.
The air was filled with soft gasps and the creaking of restraints as their bodies betrayed them.
Then, faintly, from beyond the walls of the chamber, the unmistakable sound of moans began to filter in. The women tensed as the sound grew louder, the lewd, desperate cries of pleasure from the "lesser" girls kept in the outer chambers. Their punishment had already begun.
Zoroark, who had remained silent during the proceedings, glanced at the restrained women with a smirk. "Enjoy your stay, ladies," she said mockingly, before excusing herself and slipping out of the room.
On the outside, Dune was already "engaging" with one of the girls as Gardevoir fed the remaining girls, only sparing Zoroark a glance as she focused back on her task.
Zoroark smiled at the retribution. She had endured worse punishment for just existing: the trials she had to go through in that cursed lab in Silph C.O., and the many Pokemon she knew had died due to them.
She couldn't give a dam about the Team Rocket girls even if she wanted to.
Zoroark entered the elevator and pressed the button for the upper levels, her sharp red eyes gleaming with amusement as the doors closed behind her.
The elevator chimed softly as it reached the maid dormitories. Zoroark stepped out into the bustling construction site, where Machokes and Machamps were busy installing the new quarters.
The smell of fresh wood and sawdust filled the air, and the sounds of hammers and drills echoed throughout the space.
Zoroark approached one of the Machamp workers, giving him a casual nod. "Zoro," (Looking good,) she commented, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Zoroa, Zoroark?" (How much longer until this place is ready?)
The Machamp, used to Zoroark's teasing, simply grunted in response, continuing his work without missing a beat.
Zoroark chuckled softly, leaning against a nearby wooden beam as she watched them work.
She took a moment to light a cigarette, taking a long drag as she surveyed the progress. The maid dormitories were coming along nicely, and the spacious rooms and modern installations were designed to accommodate the new arrivals once their transformation was complete.
Zoroark blew out a puff of smoke, her mind wandering to Dune's words. The women below had no idea what awaited them. They would be broken into pieces and put back together, just as Zoroark had been, remade into something entirely different.
Once they were entirely under Dune's control, they would serve him directly or work in the shadows for SandSharks.
Zoroark smiled to herself, her sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light. 'Serves them right; at least that monster Dune has morals, ' she thought, flicking her cigarette to the ground.
A Machoke walking past her screamed at her for throwing a cigarette into a wood building as she strolled away from the dormitories.