Bright lights blinded Cilissa when she finally came to.  The throbbing in her temples made it almost too painful to open her eyes for more than a few seconds.  She didn’t know where she was, what happened, or even how she got here.  She found herself unable to move; could it be sleep paralysis?  Was this a dream?  There were hushed voices somewhere nearby.  Even focusing all her energy on the stern whispers, she could only make out bits and pieces.

“… Don’t care what you do with her…

… -expect no more interferences-…

… -intend to keep your position, of course…”

That voice… Feminine and mature, slightly familiar.  Where had she heard it before?  Cilissa opened her eyes again.  The world around her remained quite blurry, but much more discernable than after awakening.  Everything looked so sterile and clean.  The lights were harsh and bright.  It seemed to be some kind of lab.  She was seated, but not bound, in a normal arm chair.  She still found herself unable to move anything other than her head.  Surveying the room, Cilissa wasn’t able to see anyone present.

“… awake.  Worry not, I’ll deal with this, President.”

This second voice was distinctly male.  Did he say president?

President…

With that word memories flooded back into Cilissa’s consciousness.  The last thing she could recall was battling the Aether Foundation’s Branch Chief.  Did she lose?  No way that was possible.  Her Golisopod had a definite type advantage over his entire Psychic type party.  Not to mention, he far outranked Faba’s team in terms of experience and skill.  She wanted to believe that Golisopod had one hit KO’d all of his Pokémon, but the duration of the battle is where her recollection grew hazy until it was no more.

“Lovely to see you’re awake, Miss Cilissa!” Faba exclaimed, making his appearance from somewhere behind her.  On his face he wore a smile, somehow more slimy than usual.  “How are you feeling?”

“Wh… What did you do to me?” asked Cilissa.  It astonished her that she was even able to speak up.

“Why!  Moi?  You should be thanking me.  It was I that tended to you as you tragically blacked-out post-battle.  Hmph, typical.  Children are incapable of expressing gratitude, it seems.”

The moment she gained control of her limbs, Cilissa swore she’d call out her Incineroar and have him suplex that smarmy bastard.  It was then Cilissa observed her bag, containing her Pokémon, was not present.

“Where are my Pokémon?” she demanded.

“Relax, little girl,” said Faba.  One gloved hand caressed her cheek.  Cilissa’s stomach churned, loathing that she was unable to force him away.  “Your team is safe and currently resting.  Besides, what good would fainted Pokémon be to you?”  A haughty laugh followed his reply.

Something was off, but Cilissa couldn’t put her finger on it.  Faba was acting even more eccentric than usual.  Though he hid them behind huge colored lenses, Cilissa could sense something mischievous in his eyes.

“Thank you for assisting me, Fa-, pardon me, Branch Chief Faba,” Cilissa said.  Her voice dripped with sarcasm and disdain.  “But if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to take my Pokémon and be on my way now.”

“My apologies, but I can’t let you do that, my dear.  I do hope you understand.”

“Can you cut the shit, Faba?  What the fuck is happening?  Why can’t I move?”

Faba’s face twisted into a scowl.

“You’re paralyzed, you imbecile,” he said.  Clearing his throat, he allowed his saccharine façade to return.  “I’d figure such a smart child like yourself could figure that out, but silly me.”

“I’m in my twenties you know,” Cilissa retorted.

“Ha!  You think that makes you any less of a child?”

“Why am I paralyzed?  What did you do?”

“Very tragic that your own Emolga used paralysis on you, hmm?”

“What the hell are you talking about?  Rocket doesn’t even kn—”

Her words were cut short by his hand clasping over her mouth.

“You know, you’d be so much more charming if you didn’t open that filthy mouth of yours,” Faba cooed.  With his available hand, he reached into his coat and pulled out a vial.  With a flick of his thumb, the cap popped off and fell to the floor.  He wafted the chemical under her nostrils.  “But I can fix that.  I can fix you.  I will assist you in putting your childish ways behind you.  I will help you become the lovely young lady I just know you are inside.”

Cilissa tried her hardest not to inhale whatever he forced under her nose, but with his hand over her mouth she found it difficult to breath.  The aroma stung as it filled her nasal cavity.  She grew light-headed, the lab around her began to spin again. Her head suddenly felt so heavy.  It bobbed without Faba’s hand to prop it up.  Her eyes fluttered; it grew difficult to keep them open.

“Ah-ah!  Naptime is over for you, little girl,” Faba scolded, removing his hands from her face.  He sat the vial on a tray adjacent to the chair and pulled a pipette from a beaker.  “I need you awake and attentive.”

Faba rested his hand on her forehead, tilting it back so that she now faced the ceiling.  One at a time, he pried her eyelids open and squeezed the dropper right above each pupil.  As soon as the liquid hit her corneas, she blinked rapidly causing her eyes to become alert.

“You have so much potential as a trainer.  Such a pity you squander it by being such an insufferable brat.  I’ll be more than delighted to remedy that for you,” he said, returning the dropper and dusting off his gloves.  “How would you like to be my assistant?  It’s not every day you are presented with an offer so elusive!  Just nod your head for yes, my dear.  Give me a good, firm ‘no’ if you’d wish to decline.”

Cilissa tried her hardest to muster up a ‘no,’ only to find her ability to form words was rendered useless.  The more she attempted to speak, the more her head bobbed hopelessly.

“Oh, wonderful!  I just knew you’d trust me with your future,” said Faba as he clasped his hands.  “You can thank the President for granting me the opportunity to set you straight.  I talked her into it, of course.  Would you believe she’d rather me eliminate you?  How silly of her.  Lucky for you, I know potential when I see it.  I mean, I didn’t make it this far by my good looks alone!”

Cilissa wanted to scream.  She wanted to cry.  Yet, she couldn’t do either; she had become a prisoner in her own body.  The only thing left that she had control of was her thoughts.

As though he literally read her mind, Faba chuckled.

“If we want to make any progress, we’ll need to reprogram the way you think, my dear.”

Cilissa’s brain pounded between her temples when she was conscious again.  She tried to remember what had happened before everything went black.  She remembered… Faba.  She remembered him drawing a pokéball from his coat, but nothing after that.

“Ah!  My darling, always so sleepy!  Good morning!”

Something was wrong.  Cilissa couldn’t put her finger on it, but she felt different.

“Where am I?” she asked, sitting up on the bed.  Her body felt foreign.  It looked the same.  She was wearing familiar clothes., but it wasn’t right.  There was something off about her.

“Ah, we’re in our quarters.  Did you rest well?”

Our quarters?  As in Faba and herself?  What happened?  How did she get here?

“Faba, what’s going on?” she asked.  The branch chief waltzed over and sat beside her on the bed.

“Nothing, my dear.  Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

“Okay,” she said.  Wait, what?  Why did she accept that?  That wasn’t an answer!

“Tell me, who are you?”

“I’m Cilissa,” she answered.  That was a dumb question.

“No, not anymore.  You’re mine.  And you answer to Oriana.”

“Why?”

Faba took off his ridiculous shades to look her directly in the eye.  He grabbed her hand, and held it in his lap, patting it gently.

“Truth be told, I’ve been quite fond of you from our first encounter.  So youthful, so beautiful,” he admitted. “It’d destroy me to see such a body like yours go to waste because of that nasty personality.  As fate may have it, you had to cross President Lusamine like the fool you are.  I simply could not allow you to cost me my position, nor could I let her take you away from me forever.  I do hope you’ll understand, this was for your own good!  I assume part of that rebellious punk is still swirling around in your noggin.  Don’t worry, she will fade away soon.  While you may not be fond of me just yet, you’ll learn to love me in time.”

With that, Faba dropped his head down, his mouth catching hers in a passionate and demanding kiss.  Cilissa couldn’t control herself as her arms reached for him, pulling him close.  She was horrified at herself.  Her thoughts were racing.

‘Why am I kissing him back?  Get him off of me!  His lips… they’re… so soft… No, they’re disgusting!  They’re repulsive… They’re… Ah, his hands… He’s groping my tits…  Pervert!  He can’t do… Oh… He’s making me feel… No!  I can’t fall for this… I can’t…. I… I can’t get enough…’

She wanted to gag as his tongue delved between the seam of her lips.  She wanted to bite it off, but she found herself encouraging it.  Her tongue swirling around his, relishing in the fresh, minty taste.  She clutched him tight against her body, pressuring him into exploring more of her curves as her own hands began to wander.  Cilissa felt like she had been separated from her body entirely.  It was as though her entire existence had been reduced to a nagging voice at the back of what was now Oriana’s mind.

Faba parted first from the sloppy kiss, leaving a bridge of saliva from his mouth to hers.  His light blue eyes glistened as they gazed deep into her emerald ones.  His face was flushed, typically pale skin turned bright crimson with desire.  Dare Cilissa acknowledge that she considered him adorable in this state?  He quickly rose from the bed.  He cleared his throat and straightened his coat to regain composure.  He took his glasses from the mattress and placed them back where they belonged.

“Now, I expect no more of that disrespect from your lips, missy,” he said.  His voice was shaky, still overwhelmed from the passion moments ago.  “My title is ‘Branch Chief’ and you shall refer to me as that.  However!  When we are alone… in times like these… then you are permitted to refer to me as ‘Faba’ or ‘Sir.’  Though, I may consider pet names later on.  Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied in earnest, though it mentally pained her.

“Good girl!” said Faba, clasping his hands.  He rewarded her with a peck on the cheek.  “Already beginning to get the hang of it!  I’ll make a lady out of you yet!”

Faba strolled over to an armoire on the other side of the room.  He swung open the doors and looked inside.  Picking out a few items, he returned to the bed.

“Now, put this on.  We don’t want to distract everyone while making our exit, my dear,” Faba instructed.  He handed the girl a crisp white uniform, boots, and a futuristic looking helmet.  “You and I are going to town to treat you to a little makeover for being such a good girl.”  In his hand, there remained a simple pink box.

“Thank you, sir,” she said, accepting the outfit.  Without a second thought, she stripped away her old tank top.  Cilissa was stronger than this.  She couldn’t allow this deviant to control her and ogle at her half-naked body.  She put on the uniform’s top, surprised that it was a perfect fit.  She kicked off her shorts and reached for the trousers he had provided.

“Ah!  Before you put those on, would you, ah… m-mind removing those undergarments?”

“Not at all, sir,” she answered coolly.  Her hands moved on their own, sliding her panties down her legs while she sat on the edge of the mattress.  Cilissa was absolutely disgusted, at both his perversion and her obedience.  She tried not to notice how her body reacted to his hums of approval, how she felt butterflies in her stomach and heat on her cheeks.

“H-hand those to me,” he stammered.  Cilissa handed the bikini over, questioning what purpose he had for them.  His hands shook as he snatched them from her, balled them up, and stuffed them in his pocket.  Once again, he cleared his throat and tried to pretend nothing depraved just happened.

“These are a special gift for you, my darling,” he said, fingers tapping the lid of the box.  “They shall make our excursion a little more… exhilarating.”

Faba knelt at her feet, removing the lid from the box.  Inside was another pair of panties.  They were black, lacy and skimpy, with ribbon ties on the sides.  He took the liberty of pulling them up Cilissa’s legs.

“Stand,” he commanded once he got to the point where her bottom met the mattress.  She rose to her feet, allowing him full view of her most private area.  Shame burned in her mind while he tightened the strings on either side.  Those gloved fingers seemed to linger longer than necessary.  “How do they fit?”

“They fit perfectly, sir,” she responded.  They were decent enough, other than the fact that she felt something firm in the crotch area.

“Excellent,” said Faba, stuffing his hands in his coat.  “You may continue dressing.  Hurry it up, we have much to get done today.”

Cilissa grabbed the ivory pants from the bed.  As she bent down to stick her leg in the hole, her body was overwhelmed by a powerful buzzing sensation.  A gasp of surprise escaped her.  The panties… they were vibrating!

“Is there an issue, Miss Oriana?” the wicked Faba asked.  He was clearly aware and responsible for this.  The smirk he bore was one of amusement.

“N-No, sir,” she managed to stammer out, too distracted to even focus on the fact she answered to that silly name he bestowed upon her.  She tried to keep her composure as she got the pants on and attempted to button them.  The vibrator was much stronger than what she was used to, and it seemed to be getting worse.  She could not help but to bite her lip to keep in any noises.  When she sat down to put on her boots, the intensity only felt worse… or better depending how one looked at it.  She could feel herself already growing damp with arousal, squeezing her thighs together for a tiny bit more relief.  Through some miracle, she managed to get both shoes on her feet.  The only thing left was the helmet, which she fumbled with attempting to get it open.  The clasps were simple enough, but her body made this difficult.  She was shaking, on the verge of release.  Soft pants of both frustration and arousal emitted from her.

“Let me help you with that, silly girl,” said Faba.  With one hand, he snatched the helmet while the other clicked what looked to be a remote control.  The vibrations stopped instantly.  Cilissa whimpered.  She was so incredibly close to the edge.  Her legs felt weak; her head dizzy. 

“Honestly?  Are you going to sob like a little brat?” he asked, tossing the opened helmet back to her.  “I’d hate to have to punish you.”

She shook her head as she held it to her heaving chest.

“N-No, sir.”

“Good.  Put that mask on and let’s be on our way.”

She took a deep breath before putting the helmet on her head.  The gold mask on front concealed her face while allowing her to see the world around her.  Faba leaned forward, barely an inch away in front of her.

“You will not speak when we leave this room,” he told her.  “You will follow me and not say a word.  Do you understand, my sweet?”

Cilissa nodded.  Pleased, Faba patted her head.

“Very good.  Let us be on our way.  We have much to do to make you look presentable!”

He turned on his heel, heading for the door.  Cilissa rose from the bed, trailing behind him.  She followed him through the corridors of Aether Paradise.