>>30611015>>30611111>>30611266I still remember the first time I fought her and lost. I was so angry. This prissy bitch and her stupid cow was somehow rolling my entire team. I was even angrier the second time, and the third time, and the tenth time.
But after a while my attitude started to change. She kept beating me down, over and over and over again. Maybe this was what I deserved? Maybe I was a terrible trainer. Maybe I should have used a Fighting type. Maybe she was just better than me, my superior, my better, my master.
Eventually I stopped being angry and started feeling like this was my place, losing to her, being whooped by her again and again. And after the hundredth loss--or maybe the thousandth, I lost track long ago--I started to feel the hardness in my pants.
I didn't fully understand, of course, but I knew that I liked it, being her slave, submitting, letting her walk all over me in battle and out. I started losing to her on purpose.
I imagined the glee she'd get, the way she'd tease me as I lost yet again, taunting me, forcing me to my knees and making me kiss her bare feet. I would beg her to revive my Pokemon so she could beat me again.
Finally, after so many losses, she would decide to tease me even more, pull my pants down, make me expose myself in front of her and her girls, making me work my cock while she watched and giggled and told me I'd never be worthy, never be able to defeat her, never be able to conquer her.
She would bend me over and use me, use my ass in ways no decent man would ever let her. Sometimes she'd let her girls do it to me instead while she watches and plays with herself. Sometimes she'd tie me up and make me watch her play with the other girls instead, reminding me that men are disgusting and unable to please her.
And every time, right as I'd cum, she would kick me in the balls and say "Rollout, bitch," and I'd cream myself so hard I'd see stars, and she'd laugh and tell me to try again tomorrow.
