Alex didn't know what she was going to find venturing in around the abandoned maintenance tunnel under the bridge. Reports of someone in a Team Rocket uniform in the area were enough to send her to investigate, but she didn't expect much to come out of delving in and looking around. The plucky Pokemon Ranger figured it had to be nothing; even her bosses seemed to think little of the reports, and sent the rookie in expecting her to mostly just root around for clues and maybe find something that would be useful to the investigation at another time. Nobody thought much of it, and sending her in solo made that clear.
But she didn't let that deter her from doing a good job. If there was evidence around here, she wanted to be the one to find it and to bring that information to her superiors. She adjusted her hat again and again as she stepped forward, her tomboyishly short, purple hair fitting comfortably under it, but moving her head seemed to disturb it a lot, keeping her fiddling with it, constantly adjusting it and trying to do what she could to keep it steady in spite of how much it wanted to get out of the way and cause her trouble. In spite of trekking in alone and probably being thrown to the wolves a bit, she kept a good attitude about it, venturing in deeper with her purple eyes wide and attentive for any sign of evidence or trouble.
It was tough when she didn't know what she was looking for though, beyond the vague concept of 'Team Rocket'. Was she going to find a person? Clues? Some hidden passage way? A bundle of papers conveniently detailing all of the schemes that the organization was up to? Anyone else might have been intimidated or left frustrated, but Alex was here to do a good job above all else, and nothing would get in the way of figuring it out and doing what she had to do.
Deeper into the tunnel she went, keeping her Wartortle's Pokeball in hand, in case she stumbled on anything she needed to fight her way out of. It bordered on impossible that she would need it, but it was a good habit to keep, especially in a dangerous place like this, further and further away with each step from the surface. The old maintenance passage had lots of cramped halls and narrow turns, a good place to be ambushed if she wasn't careful about it. Keeping her wits about her was vital for staying out of trouble, and she did her best to keep her eyes out and her thoughts forward.
The paths led through the maintenance tunnels and down into a supply room at the end of the path, one where a bunch of equipment was meant to be stashed, but as she broached it, she could hear a voice from inside. It made her eyes light up, and she inched closer to the door, burning with a realization of pure excitement. She had something! She really had something now. Somebody was in that room, and Alex approached much more carefully, gripping tighter onto the Pokeball but not sending it out in case by happenstance, some city worker was down there and not a Team Rocket grunt. If she could make this arrest, though, that would be the best outcome. Something she could bring back with her, holding up as proof she was so great at her job and standing strong in the face of whatever nasty surprises were past that door.
Pushing in beyond it and gasping out, "Ranger Alex! If you're a criminal, put your hands up!" She held out Wartortle's Pokeball, and what she found almost seemed, for a moment, like a good reason for that prudence. She found someone in a Team Rocket uniform. That typical case of a black turtleneck emblazoned with a big, red R, along with black pants, a white belt and boots, and the telltale hat, in this case tucked down over the grunt's face and mingling in with shaggy, unkempt, blond hair that served to cover everything up.
Then Alex realized he was a pre-teen.
A shudder of relief washed over her, and she tried not to laugh a little bit. It was just a scrawny kid. A scrawny kid in his Team Rocket outfit with messy hair and a big scowl. "I guess it is almost Halloween," she said. "Do your parents know you're here?"
"I don't need parents, I'm the leader of team rocket!" Spoiled, whiny, nasally. The voice sounded bratty as could be.
And it finally pulled the laugh out of Alex.
She couldn't help herself. This was just a kid in a costume, and it was silly, probably harmless fun. But the declaration was just too much after the frustrations this all built up inside of her. She'd been so fearful of a real danger pouncing on her, and now it seemed like she had been sent all the way here not for any actual crime, but because of some kid playing dress-up. She put down her Pokeball and clasped it onto her belt while laughing along with the boy. "Okay, mister leader. You're the head of Team Rocket. I'm very scared right now."
"Don't make fun of me," he said, leaning forward and stomping. "I mean it. I'm the leader of Team Rocket now. The real Team Rocket! I'm in charge now. Be afraid of me."
"Okay, little boy, I'm very, very scared." The tomboy leaned forward. "Scared that you're playing in these tunnels when you should be at home. Can I bring you back?"
"Stop treating me like a stupid kid, you bitch." The anger bubbled up inside of him. "I am Morgan, the leader of Team Rocket, and I want respect." Morgan was graceless and furious, but as the ranger approached him, he inched back. "Don't touch me."
Alex's face soured. 'Yeah, okay, I think we're done playing pretend now. You're being a little shit, and I'm not going to put up with that. Come with me, we're going to get you back." Alex leaned forward, adjusting her hat again. "Come on, Morgan. We're going to find your parents."
"No!" whined Morgan, yanking away from her hands, growing angrier at how she talked to him, the dismissal treatment making her burn in frustration, anger rising inside of him under this attention. He wanted no part of this, trembling in frustration and growing anger as she tried to approach him. "I'm not listening to a cop. You're the good guys, I'm a bad guy, I'm better than you. I'm better than you!"
The longer that this went on, the less impressed Alex was with Morgan and what she believed to be the game he was playing. She rolled her eyes, pulling away from him and deciding she wanted to just get rid of him. She reached for his wrist, ready to get firmer with him and to pull him away. "I'm not playing around any more. You're wasting my time, and there's people who need help. You're coming with me, and you're going home one way or another."
Morgan couldn't have that. His anger flared hotter while Alex yanked him toward her, overwhelming the prepubescent boy easily and pulling him toward her. He grabbed the Pokeball at his belt and sent it out, yelling, "Haunter, hypnosis, hypnosis, don't make this bitch take me back!"
Morgan's Haunter floated up and grabbed at Alex's shoulders, staring into her eyes and shutting her down. Morgan expected it to knock her out, the same way it put Pokemon to sleep. He didn't really know much about this or exactly what moves on a human would do; he wasn't a good trainer at all. But instead of putting her to sleep so he could run away, it instead dropped her into a trance, her eyes going blank and her body becoming dead weight all the same, but standing instead. The bright smile she'd come in with and the frustrated look she'd grown into amid all of his bratty response both fell quickly away
"The fuck?" asked Morgan. He didn't expect that out of her. His fingers prodded at Alex, pushing against her. "Are you asleep?"
"No." she answered. "I'm awake."
"Well let go of me," Morgan said. He didn't expect her hand to let go of him so quickly. "You listened to me," he said. That confused him even more. "Why?"
"You told me to let go," Alex responded, matter-of-fact and completely removed from anything reasonable.
This only confused Morgan more. He watched her stand there, wondering what was happening and why Haunter hadn't been able to put her to sleep, while clearly doing something to her. He didn't consider that she'd been hypnotized by the hypnosis attack. He wasn't very good at this. "What, so now you're listening to me?" he asked.
"I have to."
"Stupid fucking bitch, what do you mean you have to?"
"I have to obey your every command," Alex responded. Her rigid gaze stared back at him, her purple eyes flat, the little beauty mark under one of them standing out more on her face when it held absolutely no expression. "This is what you want.'
"I want you to fuck off!" yelled Morgan. He grabbed her with both hands and tried to push her away from him, but in doing so, accidentally he copped a feel at the soft breast squished down by her tight ranger outfit. That provoked a moan out of Alex that made him even more confused, made him draw back. "The fuck was that sound?"
"I moaned," Alex said. "Because you grabbed my boob."
"That's fucking weird." Morgan scoffed, grabbing at her breast and groping her again, provoking another sound. 'Ha, how embarrassing!" For a little boy who had mostly just been fucked around by life, being able to embarrass someone else was something. "Do you like having your boobs grabbed?"
"Yeah, I like it a lot, I wish my outfit didn't make my boobs look smaller." Alex's voice began to warm up again. Her body relaxed a little bit, as if the trance settled in deeper a little bit, the growing acceptance of something that she was opening slowly up to more. "Apparently rangers shouldn't walk around with big boobs."
Morgan had no idea what she was talking about, but he continued to feel her up with attempted disdain, trying his best to grope at her and fondle her harder, the weirder pleasures growing hotter, the frustration keeping him in a stranger frustration. The intention here wasn't even sexual, but it was hard for him not to slowly get hard as the thoughts hit him, the weird frustration washing over him while he gave in to these weirder pressures, a growing worry and frustration he continued to explore, frustrated by the stranger ideas and attentions he continued to compel him down.
He smacked her ass next, and he was intrigued by her more and more. Her ranger outfit was tight, holding firm to a fit but curvy body, the busty tomboy dream. Tight spats held firm to a wonderful ass and her perky tits made her even more appealing to him, made him want more and more time with her while his greedy hands did their part, growing more and more intrigued by everything about this. She was a lot to take in, and for someone with no experience in girls, touching her was at once an amazing step over the line, and also a prospect making him curious about what else he could get away with.
"Hey you have to do whatever I say right?"
"Yeah, that's right," Alex said. A faint smile spread across her face. Comfort came over her, the integration of this hazes into her body coming on stronger. Clarity wasn't here; the trance didn't loosen up, it just took over her personality rather than shut it down. "You're the boss."
"I'm the bo--yes, I'm the boss. It's me! I'm in charge, I'm the one in charge! Say I'm the boss of Team Rocket."
"You're the boss of Team Rocket."
"I'm the boss of Team Rocket!" It was pretty clear that something in Alex's head was fucked up now, but he was still happy to take it. Someone was acknowledging him as the boss at last. This was his missions. The whole point. He didn't have anyone listening to him yet. His whole idea of being the 'real Team Rocket' hadn't gotten off the ground in any meaningful way yet and he'd struggled to find recruits among the other fucked up kids of criminals he knew. But this tomboy ranger with nice boobs called him the boss. It was something he had to accept as maybe the best he was going to get. "I'm the boss, and you're the stupid dumb bitch slut cop who I beat. And now you gotta fuck me. Now I get to win."
"Sure thing. You beat me." Continuing to prove just how forgivingly deep in trance she was, Alex just nodded along with Morgan's words and was ready to accept this. "So that means you can fuck me."
"Get on your knees for me, cop, and choke on my cock," he told her. He sounded wholly unconfident in this. He sounded unsure about his words, voice shaking through this. He had to clear his throat and tighten himself up. He was flying blind now, mostly just acting on opportunity and weirdness to reach out and seize the moment. "I'm the boss of team rocket and dumb ranger sluts like you are my toys."
Alex fell to her knees in front of him just like he demanded. "You're the boss. Such a scary, big, strong man." She was out of it. Completely detached from reality and paying praise to this charmless pre-teen with zero idea what reality or truth even were anymore, but she was committed to giving him precisely what he wanted. She pulled his cock out of his pants, a stunningly big dick for a boy his age, and she promptly slammed forward to suck it down, slurping his cock into her mouth and pushing forward until he slid into her throat, bringing that 'one of the guys' kind of casual slut energy to her dealings with Morgan that were one reserved for the guys at the ranger academy.
None of this seemed real or even plausible to Morgan, even after Alex's throat spasmed around his cock for the first time. Morgan never touched a girl before. He'd never done any of this. He was an eleven year old kid from a shitty home. Even declaring himself the real leader of Team Rocket came from the fact his imprisoned father was a Team Rocket admin who was arrested in a sting operation. He didn't even know what Team Rocket did, just that they inspired Fear and respect, a group of people nobody crossed. He wanted some of that. He wanted to be someone who people didn't mess with because of the bullies at school pushing him around for being a spindly twerp with a dad in prison and a shitty mom. Because his parents didn't care about him. Because nothing went right.
And now he had a hypnotized ranger slurping on his dick.
It made him vengeful, knocking her hat off of her head and grabbing a fistful of her short, purple hair, getting to work at merciless, rabid facefucking, slamming his cock down her throat and pushing recklessly on to get what he wanted and to feel the certainty and confidence of dominating her. Of making her give him what he wanted. Wild hips slammed forward to ram his big dick into her mouth, stuffing her throat with cock and seeking out the twisted satisfaction that felt like the only possible way now for him to find his stability and the relief he wanted. He had one chance now to seize something for himself and to feel good doing it; he had to take charge of that and had to make the most now of all these insane feelings.
Alex's hands settled down onto the ground so she could stabilize while leaned far enough to reach this eleven year-old's lap, her mouth open wide and her purple eyes finding a bit more colour and life with each stroke. The energetic, peppy, "Gluk gluk," she let loose came with an increasing readiness to follow his orders and give him what he wanted, letting him take ruthless charge of this blowjob. She felt ready to give him this pleasure, to succumb in full to feelings of dizzy urgency and a burning delirium that she was happy to give up to, falling into these stranger excitements, pleasure and need and burning, throbbing lust getting to her in some pretty stark ways. She felt herself needing only to let go, moaning around his cock and embracing all of his most intense and attentive of pressures now.
"I'm the boss of Team Rocket!" Morgan hollered in what was absolutely not an insecure attempt to hold onto tighter control. His hips worked up a storm on this feverish pace he struck on her, taking all of his anger out with a relentless urgency carrying him into ever more desperate panics, the surging desperation that made him feel so many confusing and conflicting feelings all at once, the burning panic making him want to lose himself, finding it impossible to contain these burning feelings now. He looked at Alex, saw her so subservient and ready, still trying to make full sense of the situation he'd ended up in, finding himself more and more intrigued by the second with how easy it was, almost trivial, to make her give up to him like this. He'd just wanted to get rid of her, but maybe having her be his cocksucking slut instead was a pretty good outcome too, something for him to feel good about while pursuing these outrageous pleasures.
Alex continued to choke his cock down, head rocked wildly along in the pace of chaos and madness he offered her. Her mind wasn't fully blank anymore, but filled with the obsessive need to be obedient and to give him what he wanted. She saw orders from Morgan as the most important thing. The only important thing, maybe. This overbearing pressure tempted her only to continue giving in to these feelings, moaning around his cock, sucking quicker and hotter down on his meaty shaft, surrendering to the unraveling demands that he made of her. Mindless surrender came on stronger, and everything made her want only to succumb. She wasn't thinking about herd own arousal or about her job. Only about sucking his cock and fully surrendering to the demands growing out of control from him.
Tasting power brought on a complicated mess of excitements and aggressions for a little kid who'd never known any before. He reveled in every gagging noise he got Alex to make, in the strands of drool and throat slop hanging off of his cock and dripping down her chin. The brutality he carried himself on with kept up something urgent an and deranged, thrilled by the chance to really make this moment his. He needed to seek this out, needed to claim control and continue to prove himself, continuing to have all the fun he could manage. The pleasures had him lost to the urgent, dizzy thrill of giving in, uncontrollable hate and chaos urging him harder forward. Alex needed this pleasure most, unstoppable and committed to throwing himself into this without a care. The burn of wild satisfaction kept him eager, kept him throwing himself into using her harder.
Maybe this hadn't been the goal before, but now, it was. Rather than wanting to be fully done with her, he wanted her to stay, awash in burning excitements demanding the most from him. Morgan couldn't hold back his excitement. "You're my ranger slut from now on. You don't cross the leader of Team Rocket and get off with one blowjob, whore." Alex just moaned around his cock in approval, so fully detached now from reason, committing herself only to serving his cock and meeting his vile, vulgar demands. It made him feel even better about this insanity, about feeling like he was in control now. Him, and nobody else.
It was with great joy and lots of noise that Morgan happily came down Alex's throat. He held her down against his cock, rubbing her nose up against his pelvis while he let loose his load. "Feels so good to cum down a bitch's throat instead of into my blanket!" he yelled. He probably should not have. But it wasn't like the girl he had a trance was going to really judge him for any of it, right? So he focused on jut savouring the wild satisfaction of this moment, groaning in wild pleasure and relief as he rubbed his cock up against her face, smearing her spit and some of his cum all along her cute face and up into her hair. "You're mine."
"All yours," Alex confirmed. "Just the cost of doing business with the boss of Team Rocket."
"Keep saying that."
"You're the boss of Team Rocket."
It sounded better every time to him in the throes of his rampant insecurity and his need for validation. The shivering embarrassment kept Morgan in a weird and indecisive state wanting more from this. "Turn around so I don't have to see your ugly face while I fuck you," he said to a girl who was prettier than he had any right to be able to touch.
"Sure thing," said Alex, turning herself promptly around at his request and sticking her ass up in the air for him. He pulled and pushed at her clothes to try and fight them out of the way, baring her perky, taut bubble butt to his greedy eyes, her slick pussy drooling in arousal from what she was all worked up with. It was a sight Morgan had absolutely fucking zero prospect of how to handle, completely out of his element as he brought his hand down across her bare ass a few times. Hard, noisy smacks that had him working up toward something, but he hadn't the slightest clue what, driven by the greedy excitement of just roughing her up. His cock was hard, but he was too engrossed in the idea of brutalizing her and disrespecting her with his hand to even really assess what else he ought to have done. He just had to do something.
Every strike made her gaps out in shaky, wild heat. "Good thing I kinda like it rough. I'm a pretty tough gal." Alex kept a smile on her face while he ruthlessly smacked her ass, her thoughts focused on the steady need to hold herself together and keep firm through the insanity she received, her thoughts committed fully to pressures and feelings that should have been cause to infuriate her.
"Bitch! Whore! Stupid! Slut! Cunt! Whore! Stupid! Bitch!" Morgan just yelled insults while he struck her ass. They didn't matter. None of this mattered. He was just angry, throwing himself into this with all he had in the pursuit of some sort of relief from the rage inside of him, unable to contain the anger burning through him, the palpable frustration all guiding him to take his rage out on her at any cost. Finally, Morgan had an outlet to take things out on, someone who he could focus his hate on and do something with. It was the first time he felt any sort of direction for his efforts as the 'leader' of Team Rocket.
And finally, he was ready to take charge as that leader. He grabbed her hips and slammed his cock forward, burying himself into her from behind and drilling with ruthless, hateful attention deep into her rear, burning with so many complected feelings and the need to simply ruin her. His cock stuffed into her tight hole, and he took the chance to clap this ranger's cheeks very seriously as the chance to finally get things to go right for him for once. "As the leader of Team Rocket, I deserve dumb bitches like you fawning over my cock." He was starting to piece it together; Haunter's hypnotize had put her into a deep trance instead of putting her to sleep outright, turning her into a submissive plaything ready to obey his orders. His power trip was wholly undeserved, but within that lay a truth and an excitement he was happy to foster, something outrageous and depraved, so wrong in what it called for, but so fucking exciting to just let take him.
Women in Morgan's life were always cunts. His cunt mother, who didn't take care of him. That cunt officer who carried his father away. The cunt attorney who put him in jail. The cunt teachers who always called him rude until he finally stopped going to school. And now, finally, this cunt ranger who he was balls deep inside of. He'd never realized Haunter could do this, but this was a chance to seize the power he lacked in everyday life, turning Alex into something more than just another woman telling him what to do. Now, he told her what to do, and she listened. He was the authority now, and the world was finally going the way he wanted it to. That was a potent inspiration, something to keep him ramming harder forward, awash in all they messiest and nastiest of aggressions.
"That's such a big dick for a boy your age," she whined.
"I'm a man! Never call me a boy again!" yelled Morgan, slapping her ass and then reaching up to slap her face. 'I am a man!"
"You're a man. A man with a huge cock that's--oh, fuck, yes." Alex continued to melt into these shivering delights, the pleasure taking her, the burning excitement overwhelming her thoughts to leave her in a state of wilder heat. The hypnotizing effect kept her giving him everything, not caring about her job or about what was right, not caring that he was kind of a loser. She just melted into this obedience and this passion. Her hips remained steady and obedient for him, letting him do the work, but her thrashing, wild excitement made clear how into it she was, how ready she was to give him whatever he wanted from her.
Morgan felt unstoppable. He'd never had power like this before, and he was prepared to give in at long last to all of the urgent, sloppy feelings he had been too long without, allowing the pleasure to finally compel him into something potent and sloppy. He'd never felt this good before, his cock wrapped in the smug embrace of a tight pussy begging around his dick. He was in control, and he could do whatever he pleased from this position. He was in control. Him and him alone, able to milk every second of satisfaction he wanted out of this mess, flaunting his overbearing aggressions and the joy that came with it. He was the king now. He was the leader of Team Rocket. Everything was finally falling into place.
He didn't think about if he should have blown his load inside of her. There wasn't even a possibility of not. He had to claim her. Had to own her. "You're a worthless piece of stupid fuckmeat and this is all you're good for!" he yelled as he came inside of her, finally having a productive avenue for the anger within him, and he pumped her to the brim with cum, snarling, cursing, almost unable to enjoy it properly because he was too deep in his petty vengeance to properly savour the sex he was having. Alex came around his cock, but that wasn't his business or his concern. Why would he give a shit about how she felt? She belonged to him.
"Come back after every shift to my hideout," he told her. "You're my first member now. You're my mole inside of the rangers. And bring me food every time. I love cheeseburgers. Bring me cheeseburgers and suck on my cock. Sex and food are the only things women have value for."
"On it, long as I don't have to cook myself I can do that," said Alex.
Looking toward his Haunter, who had loomed off to the side in all of this, it sank in for Morgan how much power this situation really offered him. He liked it. He liked it a lot, and maybe, if this could keep up, his luck was about to turn around big time