The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Andy]
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				Title: <strong>The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Andy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 02:16:04</strong>
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				It had been almost a full day since Adrian had left the last town on this edge of the wilderness and the last house had just disappeared behind a particularly large rock. The area was getting more rugged every mile he walked towards the mountains on the horizon and the sun was setting between two menacing peaks wrapping the vale in a blanket of blues and greys. It wasn't past five yet, but this part of the land had lost most of its light already. <br><br>No worries though, he'd come prepared. A myriad of digital devices was keeping him in prime condition. Sunglasses that amplified light on command and communication devices that literally worked everywhere in the world. Being rich had his advantages, and being a somewhat experienced pokemon trainer with some badges on his name meant that he knew how to tackle these kind of obstacles.<br><br>You never come prepared without a reason though, and Adrian was on the hunt like before. Time to capture a new pokemon and start over. Learn things he missed the first time, and build a team capable of taking on anything. Basics first though, one pokemon leads to another, but he was here to get the all important first one, again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 16:14:46</strong>
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				Between those large peaks, were the home of a mighty Pokémon, one that had eluded many trainers whom had sought out to capture it. And those who had cornered it had only lost to it's strenght in battle. But to catch a full grown Aggron was also quite a feat for any trainer to accomplish. <br><br>Peacefully resting in her mountain cave, the female aggron was resting till the night, where she would leave the cave to patrol both her moutains´. She had claimed both of the mountains as her own territory, and had so far only let small birds and mice live there, alongside her, if any other pokemon intruded on her mountains, she would litterally send them flying away.<br><br>Little did she know about the trainer whom was heading straight for her mountains, with herself as his target.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 19:10:17</strong>
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				Adrian had heard the rumours in town of the strong pokemon up in the mountains. With the descriptions he'd gather it could have been a Rhydon, or perhaps a Nidoking or Queen. In any case, it would be a pokemon worthy of forming the base of this new team he was going to train. He wanted one capable of keeping the others in line, though there was no point in getting ahead of oneself. First, he'd have to capture it. Then he still had to train her 'properly'. <br><br>Before he could even think about catching this pokemon he'd have to find it, but that wouldn't be too much of a problem. Large pokemon use highly recognisable territorial marks. Regardless of those, Adrian saw various large rocks crushed to a pulp. It might have been done for sport, or might be an eating habbit, but a pokemon lived here. Some of the largest pokemon can claim an entire mountain, meaning he'd already have violated its territory. <br><br>"Time to catch me a new pokemon..." the trainer muttered under his breath as he reached to the trusty hunting rifle on his back. Slowing down to a crawl and becoming a real pokemon hunter, Adrian was getting ready to take this big one down. Having selected a heavy doses of tranquilliser after those rumours from the town meant that all he had to do was get it in his sight and shoot true. The infrared goggles just taken out of his pack would allow him to spot the large creature with ease, all he had to do was shoot before it became dangerous. That was going to be the hard part.<br><br>And fate was just about to decide whether this was going smooth or not. Adrian saw the creature still partially hidden by a large rock formation, quietly crouching to get a good shot. All she had to do was keep still and she'd be his property before sundown.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 20:33:32</strong>
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				The moment that the Pokemon trainer entered the mountain, she knew that somebody had been intruding on her territory. She had begun to prepare even then, Pokemon were by no means simple creatures, and many years of chasing out intruders and other pokemon of the same strenght, even stronger. She had allready been digging a net of tunnels throughout both of the mountains, something she hadnt done right as of this moment, but throughout her life, while searching for her main food; Iron Ore. Now, she could use them to easily hide or to sneakily attack her enemies from below.<br><br>The rock formations wasnt her doing however, it was merely some of the debris that had been left behind after a particularily nasty fight she had gotten into with a Rhydon, who had seen this as a good place to make home, something she didnt approve of at all.. Much of the forest area around the mountain had been destroyed from that battle, and she had spent months on remaking the landscape, and planting new trees to make it all look like normal.<br><br>At this moment, she was crouching just at the excact moment where he could see that large mass of body through his infrared goggels. She had allready smelled him out and slowly turned her head towards his direction, parts of her body was obscurred through his goggels, her entire head, her belly area, her legs from the kneecap to ankle, and her feet. Her Elbows, hands and her whole tail, were also obscurred to his vision, all of this due to the cold metal plates that covered her body, some of it made as decorations or armor, and some of it as part of her body.<br><br>She slowly rose up to her full height, that was an astonishing 2.5 meters, and her 350 kilo of pure strenght. She scanned over the area where his scent was coming from, and finally pinpointed his location, she went down into a crouching position before letting out a bellowing roar at him, thundering away against his position, her eyes scanned out through the small holes of the iron mask on her head, despite being so large and full of strenght, she was slower than many pokemon, and nearly as fast as a human when she ran at full speed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 23:15:14</strong>
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				"Shit, wasn't expecting a fully grown Aggron..." Adrian tried hard to fight his natural instincts, every fibre of his body was telling him to get the hell out of here or die a gruesome death. Most pokemon refrained from harming humans, but the trainer had gone deep into the pokemon's territory and the remained animals deep down in their core. <br><br>But there wasn't any time to think about all this, Adrian's heatvision gave him an advantage in this case. He couldn't even clearly see the parts he wasn't supposed to hit. If he managed to hit one of the plated parts of this pokemon he'd only waste his ammunition. No, he'd have to hit the thing just right or he'd have to switch to plan b. <br><br>Luckily, he'd had his fair share of training with a rifle. First simply for sport, and later to catch the pokemon he wanted. Now though, this would be one hell of a shot, and with only one chance. Keeping his breath in, waiting for his rapidly pounding heart to calm as the seconds sped by. He fired, and without checking to see if he'd hit at all or not he turned to the right. Dropping one of the smokebombs he'd prepared as he started on his journey. Now if he hadn't hit the Aggron at least it would be confused about the trainer's wearabouts. <br><br>Just outside the reach of the smokebomb Adrian looked back, using his thermal goggles to see whether or not the Aggron was still coming for him, adrenaline working to keep his reactions in peak condition. Did he hit her, or would he have to get the hell out of here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 23:33:06</strong>
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				She head the gunshot and immediatly stopped the moment the sound came. Which was just enough to cause it to hit the metal plating on her arm, And thus causing it to fly off and nail itself on a tree. The smoke in front of the Aggron caused her to step back and stand up on her legs again, very slowly walking into the smoke, trying to sniff out his scent again, however, this time unsuccessfull. She knew he could be hiding anywhere near her, and surely didnt want to take any chances on this, now that she knew he had a thunderstick, or at least, thats what she had named it. She crouched down on her fours and quickly began to dig down below her,diggin down a few feet before reaching one of her tunnels, which she quickly slided down into. <br><br>She then set the course deeper into the mountains, hoping that she could at least make him give up the chase if she dissapeared. The tunnel she was heading down was one of her less traveled tunnels, that had led to an old iron vein that she had been feeding off when she was just an Aron pup. And thus, she left fresh trails on the ground beneath, She didnt know that further down the tunnel, the passage that led into the main net of tunnels&nbsp; had collapsed, leaving her nothing but hoping to go back and take the other way, which meant going back past the hole she had dug. <br><br>But for now, she just walked down the tunnel towards the main tunnel network. Hoping that he would give up the fight, hunt sooner rather than later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 23:59:03</strong>
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				"Damnit," Adrian had seen the Aggron stop and sniff the air but just as he'd finished reloading his rifle the damn thing dug its way into the ground. Heatvision had its uses, but tracking a creature underground? No way it would manage that. Mountains however, meant that there would be ground and rock pokemon, and that meant diggers. So Adrian had come prepared, he'd just rather have avoided using these kind of tricks.<br><br>It took a while before he had finished attaching the various sensors to his arm-mounted PokeNav, though when he'd finished the pricey software was already mapping out all the accessible routes into the tunnel system. A sonar system, derived from zubat and golbat studies was working through all the tiny cracks and rocks to map out a 3d image of the tunnel system. Adrian had installed the expensive tremor-finding option as well, and stood ready after almost half a minute past at the edge of hole the Aggron had just dug. <br><br>By now itmight have thought he had already given up, but the shoddy image was telling him exactly where to go. It was well enough developed to overlap on his heat-vision, but with a free hand he could make his way through the tunnel. The pokemon might have noticed he was coming by now though, but all Adrian needed was a few more steps until he could throw a nice sleeping gas canister down the sloping tunnel to knock her out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 00:08:31</strong>
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				The Aggron had meanwhile just hit the dead end at the end of the collapsed tunnel, she looked over the rocks that continued at least four meters deeper in and there was a possibility that it could collapse right on top of her if she tried to dig through, She turned around and began to slowly stop down the tunnel towards the other end of the tunnel, buy at that moment, she immediatly froze, she sniffed the air in the tunnel, that was seeping down from the hole she had made&nbsp; before, he had apparently not given up on the hunt yet. <br><br>Right now she really did want to avoid any form of combat, knowing that it could make the tunnel collapse on her and him too, which would mean death for them both. So instead, she crouched down into a charge postion again and lifted her tail high, and tried to look as dangerous as possible, while letting out roars down the tunnel, slowly backing away from him, while hoping hed become intimidated enough to simply just run off.<br><br>She had no chance of knowing that he could simply just gas her, and with the current of wind from the hole, it would all end down right at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 13:13:50</strong>
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				Another one of those powerful roars rocked the small cavern. It was large enough to stand in but that offered little reassurance as the dust and tiny pebbles dropped down from the ceiling. This pokemon could cause the cave to collapse at any moment, but why stop there, why not keep on going? <br><br>Adrian's technology gave him the answer soon enough, the passage more or less ended where the tremors were focussed. The pokemon was trapped and the stone was likely too hard to dig through fast enough. That made the gas option so much more viable. The only problem was, that it was meant for small to medium sized pokemon. If there was enough air left, or a small draft leading through whatever blockade was a the end of&nbsp; this tunnel, then he might end up just making the huge beast drowsy. <br><br>It was the best option he had though and as he threw the canister down the tunnel he spoke under his breath again, reassuring himself. "It's the best option I have..." He would have a few moments to reach for his breathing mask. A simple thing by his standards, but as long as he was at this end of the tunnel it would serve its purpose. The pokemon might have noticed the harmless looking metal tube rolling down the tunnel's length, though it would surely notice when it released the gas under pressure, filling the tunnel with a greenish hue and prickling its eyes and nose. If the Aggron stayed here long enough, it would succumb to the gas and fall into a deep sleep. Though if it acted fast enough it might just make it out the tunnel groggy and slow as a smaller side effect.<br><br>Adrian wasn't hoping to find out directly what effect it had, content to make his way out and watch his devices to see whether or not the beast calmed down. Readying his rifle just in case it would climb out this exit, that would surely allow him to deliver the last blow in this fight, unless the beast was smarter than he gave it credit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 13:35:10</strong>
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				She saw the gas canister roll down towards her and blinked in slight confusion and Curiosity, untill it exploded below her, covering the entire area around her in smoke,she immediatly noticed the irritation in the eyes and nose, causing her to&nbsp; back further into the collapsed tunnel, She stood up on her back legs again and began to pound away at the collapsed wall, barraging it with small seismic punches, while feeling herself getting more and more sleepy and tired, but she kept on digging.<br><br>While digging, she left her back exposed however, which was a part of her body that she hadnt covered in metal plating due to the heavy weight that would add on her body. She had dug almost halfway through the collapsed wall now, and there was still no sign of a draft, but luckily, the gas hadnt crept into the new area she mad dug yet, but still, she was nearly asleep by then. This was going too slow, far to slow to escape succesfully. <br><br>She could feel fear slowly beginning to crawl over her, and adrenaline slowly beginning to kick in, causing her to forget about digging through the wall, she backed out to the larger tunnel area again, and prepared herself to tackle right through the wall, this would cause the wall to collapse behind her, and secure her escape, but the Gas she was standing in caused her to almost fall over. NO! this was it, her last chance of escape.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 19:10:30</strong>
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				Adrian had expected to hear from the creature before he reached the exit, in fact, he wondered whether it hadn't caught up to him yet. Before he had the chance to wonder about what might be keeping it he felt tremors shake the cavern even worse than before. A quick look down the tunnel he'd just walked through revealed nothing, which could mean only one thing. <br><br>"Shit!" He exclaimed, losing his composure. This was the one option he had hoped it wouldn't take. Now he'd have to act lightning fast. Dropping the face-mask he hadn't secured correctly in favour of grabbing his rifle, he took a last breath of fresh air as he made his way back into the cave. The gas was specifically designed to take out pokemon, not humans, but this high a dose would not be without ill effect. And not being on your best in this situation could mean death. <br><br>He still had a small air supply left though, two lungfuls to supply his entire system. It was enough to see him down the hallway where he could see the pokemon he'd been after wailing away at the wall. The ground was shaking, making it that much harder to get a good shot off, but it was showing the effects of inhaling too much sleepgas. The iron type might make it through the wall yet, eventually. Though certainly not without Adrian getting a shot off. Its widely exposed back almost guaranteed a direct hit, though now that the shot was delivered the trainer gasped for air and felt its ill contents. It was a gamble he shouldn't have taken, he concluded as he stumbled his way back to the exit. If the pokemon managed to get him now before he got to the fresh air it would still have been for nothing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 23:08:14</strong>
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				She heard the gunshot again and immediatly turned around to see what had made the sound, only to feel a stinging in her left breast, where the dart had penetrated, and was allready injecting into her blood system, she began to walk aimlessly towards the other tend of the tunnel now, set on finding out what caused the loud crack, but allready now her vision was becoming blurred, she only managed to take another two steps before the tripped and fell flat on the ground with a loud smash, causing the tunnel to tremor even more, before everything got quiet.<br><br>The large beast lay defeated now, her metal helm had cracked from the fall she had taken, and was now laying in two pieces further ahead. Now while being quiet, her form was much less bulky to if one looked closer, she was very strong indeed, and had the weight to match her muscle, but her body still had slender curves. She did however, have numerous scars from previous battles on her body, including three long ones all the way from her shoulder to her hip, from a battle with a rather nasty Charizard.
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				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 14:58:00</strong>
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				The trainer was halfway up the entrance hole to the tunnel when he felt the shock wave of the Aggron's defeat. He wasn't going to take any chances though, as soon as he got up out of the tunnel he waited a good four minutes before deciding that the beast had indeed been hit. He calmed himself down before going back into the tunnel to finally capture the beast. Climbing down slowly and occasionally checking his seismic meter to see whether or not this was a feint of some kind. It was never a bad idea to be cautious around the more dangerous pokemon types.<br><br>Seeing the pokemon downed like that though, sent a wave of exhilaration through the trainer's system. He defeated a fully evolved pokemon without the help of another pokemon or human. It was something to be proud of, or so he thought at least. Now it was a simple task of taking out an ultraball and throwing it against the sleeping behemoth. She couldn't fight back in this state, it was a certain capture, especially with the ultraball's high catchrate.<br><br>All he had to do now was find a good spot and release what appeared to be a 'her' before administering the antidote. The darkness of the tunnel wasn't helping in determining the gender, Adrian would find out for sure when back out in the fading light of the surface world. A short climb and walk later and he stood in roughly the centre of the Aggron's former territory. It would no doubt be taken as soon as it showed incapable of holding it, but he'd have at least a few hours before the other pokemon caught on, days perhaps.<br><br>The red crimson flash of the ultraball positioned the Aggron in a comfortable grass patch. Adrian took some time to get some information before giving her the antidote. Setting up a small battery powered camplight to ensure he had enough light before walking a circle around the beast. It was a her, that much was certain now. He'd found the sedative dart sticking out of her breast and carefully removed it. It was heavy, as to be expected, though perhaps slightly more so than the average Aggron. It would be because of the plating, not body fat, for she was well shaped. Though her face seemed to be missing part of its mask. That would take some time to rebuild. The scars showed that she was capable of defending herself, though now it was time to wake her and see just how well she would serve to defend her trainer and his future team. Pulling a heavy needle out of the small box he kept the antidotes in before carefully pushing it through her skin. It was an easy enough procedure, though it would have her awake in a matter of minutes. As soon as she showed the first signs of waking though, he greeted her;<br><br>"Good morning, my new Aggron."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 17:04:58</strong>
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				Slowly regaining Conciousness once more, the still drowsy Aggron had several mental images flying through her mind. It felt like her head had been filled to the brim with new information, understanding human speech was one of the few. Another was the distict image of a young human trainer, which her mind immediatly connected with the single word "Master", despite still being able to remember the entire hunt up till the point where she blacked out. The confused pokemon managed to get up to a position where she was sitting on her knees, trying to figure out what had happend. <br><br>Her hands coursed over her now exposed face, which immediatly made her almost panic, as she frantically looked around for her iron mask, realising now that they weren't in the tunnels anymore, but rather in the middle of her own territory. She turned her head and saw the same human that she had seen in the mental image in her head just moments ago. Her instincts told her to run, flee, and hide. But a much stronger force was holding her put, like a chained connection towards this human. His voice sounded even sent a small chill down her spine. For the first time in a long time, she felt scared.<br><br>She could easily understand his words, and without even thinking, her mouth shot out the words. "G-greetings, Master.." her hands immediatly flew up to cover her mouth, she had just spoken a language that she had never known untill just now, she didnt know what, but she knew that something indeed had happend while she was knocked out. Why was she calling this small weak human her master? only when seated, were she low enough for them to be on eyelevel. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 20:26:50</strong>
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				"The pokeball's effects are quite thorough on you. It takes most of your kind at least a few days before they're prepared to call me their Master." Adrian mused, he enjoyed this alright. It was always interesting to see how a pokemon reacted to being caught, this one was making quick progress towards the correct path. <br><br>It was clear though, that she had some trouble realising what exactly happened. Even though he'd already called her his pokemon, it couldn't hurt to make the current situation perfectly clear to her. Adrian took the small mechanical sphere off of his belt with his fingertips and held it out to show her. The device grew to its regular size with a mental command. The black and white ball with golden stripes that would be her home from now on. <br><br>"This is your pokeball. Once I incapacitated you, I caught you. You're now mine." He left a small pause to let the words sink in, though his face showed that he wasn't finished talking yet. "I hope you'll grow comfortably into your role as my pokemon. You won't have any teammates for the time being but rest assured, I'm an experienced trainer and know how to take care of my pokemon. If you listen and obey my commands, you'll have nothing to want for. Though for now, I'm going to examine you." <br><br>He did not give her much time to respond, what else could she say than yes Master or no? The latter wouldn't be accepted anyway, and this was more pressing than her emotional state by far. <br><br>"I need you to stand up, and allow me to inspect your body. If you feel any discomfort, be sure to tell me." He was ready to walk around her. Gently lay his hands on her skin to touch her, inspect her muscle mass. Adrian was a trainer that wanted to know exactly what his pokemon could do. His nature however, meant that he couldn't help take a good look at her privates too though.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 23:57:31</strong>
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				As he took out the strange ball and showed it to her, she blinked a few times, realising the purpose of the ball before he even began to speak. She had seen them being used as containers&nbsp; by other humans, where they hid their own Pokemon. She had allways been disgusted by the Pokemon who willingly gave up their freedom to these weak humans. What irony that she herself now had been bound to one, and now was at his mercy..<br><br>The words made perfect sense to her when he spoke them slowly to her, and all she could do was to nod slightly. But in her mind, she hadn't accepted her fate fully, not yet at least. This human would have to show himself worthy and capable to her if she was going to do battle for him. She was still confused when he told that he wanted to examine her. Her legs rose her up into a standing position, with her legs slightly spread and her arms at her sides. Now one could see every detail on her large body.<br><br>Her natural skin, the parts of her not clad in metal, was darkish grey, much like mountain stone, white being much darker than the almost silvery metal on her body,&nbsp; her tail wasn't extremely thick, but still packing enough muscle to be used for combat, if trained properly. Her breasts were by human standards Gargantuan to say the least,&nbsp; but in her own measure, they were a cup DD. She didn't have any bruises or such at all on her body, as if the rocks simply just bounced off her skin. If one took a closer look, like in a microscope, her skin was actually a mix of tissue and tiny iron fibres, making her neutral skin work almost as a mail vest.<br><br>Despite being a Pokemon, the Aggron did show some signs of being uncomfortable when he got near her private areas, making slight signs of warning, like scraping in the ground with her claw like feet, or swinging her tail a tad more violently around, but most showing, was the very distinct blush on her cheeks, having the peculiar colour of blue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 00:16:34</strong>
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				Adrian recognised the signs all too well. This wasn't the time to pressure her, not before a few good warnings and a period of getting used to him. He valued obedient, but also motivated pokemon. Fear and sadness make poor motivators, making it a mental game to get her to react just right. For now, he wouldn't go further than teasing her a little, just to set the tone.<br><br>Casually walking around her a second round, focussing more on her battle scars than her privates, Adrian spoke without looking at her face. "You've got no reason to feel embarrassed. You have a very healthy body, finely shaped and in good condition." His tone however, made the comment seem strange. He was sincere, for the most part. The other part was a light play on how well endowed she was, though while he enjoyed playing it like this it was unlikely she'd notice it so quickly after having met him.<br><br>Finally stepping away from her, giving the Aggron some room to breathe, Adrian was ready to finish up his inspection. The rest would be verbal inquiries, but no less important. Bring his right arm, the one with the PokeNav on it, in front of him and inputting some commands before looking up at her face again, Adrian would speak with a serious tone. <br><br>"I'm going to ask you some questions now, its important that you answer them truthfully even if you'd rather not. I'm your trainer now, and to ensure I take good care of you I'm going to need a few things. So;" Looking at her to see if she was following, he readied his PokeNav for further inputs. "Are you aware of having a name? Do you know the details about your moveset, and are you virgin?" Especially the last would probably cause some embarrassment, but pokemon biology tends to change after motherhood, so he'd need to know just for her diet. Not to mention the fact that he wanted to know the extent of her experience.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 02:00:30</strong>
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				She didnt catch the lewd meaning behind his words, even if that was the purpose of them. She didnt notice them till after he was finished talking, making her blush even, and stomp a few times on the ground in embarrasment. When he finally stopped the examine, she let out a long sigh, relaxing slightly. At least he wasnt foolish enough to think she would let him touch her there, or think he could talk however he wanted to her.<br><br>She looked down with interest as he began to use the small dinghy that he had on his arm. As he looked up, she immediatly looked the other way, trying to be interested in a particular leaf that flew by that same moment. She did pay attention as he began to talk again, it was reassuring that he thought of her well being when asking these questions. But him saying that she might rather not tell him, was slightly unnerving still. A name? she had never ever been called by a name before at all, not even a nickname. "No, i havent ever had a name, M-" She stopped herself from calling him master again, since she didnt look at him as such. She didnt even know what a moveset was, so upon hearing the second question, she just shook her head slightly. <br><br>The last question however, caused her to completly loose her guard, She was a complete virgin, and had stayed pure for all her life, by her own account of course. She had mercilessly beat up any intruders on her mountains, that included possible mates as well. "U-um.. i.." Her face was almost shining bright blue from the excessive blushing that she did. All she could muster herself to do was to simply shake her head quickly, looking both embarrased and slightly ashamed too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 23:07:36</strong>
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				"Good," Her trainer simply responded, his tone of voice somewhat excited. He took his time to reply though, apparently considering the possible alternatives on how to respond. Finally, he looked up at her again with somewhat of a smile on his face. "Your name will be Ferra. Its somewhat of a play on the Latin name for iron, it suits your type. And if I'm not mistaken, your personality as well. That just leaves us with the other two questions then."<br><br>He walked over to the bag he'd put against the sizeable rock that seemed like it could serve as a chair and took out another electronic device. Its purpose would remain unclear to the Aggron, Ferra, until he decided to enlighten her. Though for now there was no need. "I noticed you've stopped calling me Master, thats something you will need to correct. You're might not be aware of it, but this pokeball of mine now dominates your life. The various settings It has means that you can never walk further away from me than I desire, nor are you able to harm me. If it detects any dangerous hostility towards me, you'll be back inside the sphere before you know it." He said all this without looking at her, more interested in the device apparently. <br><br>"So, do you want to test your new trainer this soon, or are you going to be a good girl and call me by my proper title?" Her moveset would come later, this was far more important. He would need to teach her the amount of respect she owed him, her new trainer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 16:43:22</strong>
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				She blinked as he told her, her new name. "Ferra.. Ferra.." She said it out loud a few times to get the feel of it, before making an approving nod at him, she liked it. However, having been called by no name for her entire life, she would need to get used to having to react to whenever someone called out that name. These questions he constantly asked was getting annoying, she would play along for a little longer, but would eventually just walk off back to her tunnels. That was her plan nonetheless.<br><br>Her eyes followed him as he walked towards his backpack, and took out another of his strange devices, curious about what its purpose was. Ferra raised a eyebrow slightly as he explained to her how this sphere of his could be such a powerful tool, she sure didn't like the new rules he told her would follow. She had no intentions of following him around at all. She had two mountains to protect! And she had a hard time believing that she couldn't attack him if she wanted to.<br><br>She crossed her arms at his last words and didnt even bother to answer his questions as she turned around and started to walk back towards her cave. After walking a few feet, she turned her head to look at him "I trust you know the way off my Mountains, otherwise i can quickly send you there, but it wont be harmless.." She then turned her face forward again, and kept her walking pace away from him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 17:34:45</strong>
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				"I see," Adrian started, his tone not at all concerned. Casually placing the device back in his backpack. "You need me to demonstrate then." As he reached for the pokeball on his belt he kept his eyes on her. A piercing, determined gaze. He was intent on showing her that he had full control over the beast, and there was no better way to do that than to work his pokeball magic. <br><br>If she'd made the mistake of turning her back on him, all she would feel was being sucked back in her pokeball. Adrian saw the red beam make contact with her skin lightning fast, absorbing her body in the tell-tale red glow before she disappeared. She would be out of her ball soon enough though, but not exactly as she would expect. <br><br>A good trainer is capable of directing the pokeball's ancient mechanisms to position the pokemon exactly as he wants. Ferra came out on her back, arms and legs spread out shamelessly. There were no bonds, but because it was Adrian's will that she stayed like this she would find it difficult not to. She was a high level pokemon though, it was only a matter of time before she'd break the mental control the pokeball exerted over her, but it was a taste of what was coming. <br><br>"You will apologise to your Master, Ferra, for threatening me. Any further disloyalty will be met with disciplinary measures, you've been warned." The trainer's tone was dead serious, even though a dark corner of his mind was hoping she'd defy him again. He wanted to test her limits, but loyalty was more important.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Andy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 21:08:36</strong>
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				It felt strange when the read beam hit her body. As if every single fiber of her body tensed for a short second, and then loosened up as her body was transferred into Data and stored within the ball. While in there, she was in a state of Trance, being docile and unable to move her body other than that which her master set her to be put in when she was to be set free once again.<br><br>Upon being released again, she looked around herself in wild confusion. The first thing she saw was him, and the next thing was when she looked down over herself. Her eyes widened as she saw how bare she was all of a sudden, and with that.. idiot looking and drooling over her like some perverted stalker. Her face once again attained that familliar blush. As she wildly fought&nbsp; the mental control, forcing her legs and arms together to cover her private parts once more. She tilted to the side, all curled up while doing her best to regain her composure. <br><br>When looking up again, her facial expression had changed from that scared insecure look, into a expression of pure rage. She didn't even give him time to prepare for her charge as she almost jumped up onto her legs and swung her claw out against him. She was sure to send him flying into the nearest tree, with a concussion and hopefully a broken spine if she hit him well. But her body froze as the crimson ray once more captured her into the round sphere, leaving her in a state of docile trance once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Andy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 13:23:42</strong>
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				Ferra would find herself out of the almost mindless comfort of the pokeball soon enough, laying on her back just like the last time he released her though a few crucial things were different. The first she'd notice would be the sky, judging from its hue it was at least an hour, maybe two, later. The second would become clear as she would try to move the first time, simple because that was pretty much impossible. Her wrists, ankles, neck and tail were all fitted with something that looked like a metal band with coloured lights. They were all yellow, whatever that meant. Though they made moving an almost insurmountable task. <br><br>She probably wouldn't know unless Adrian explained it to her, but this was a system designed especially for strong pokemon. Specialised magnetic waves like those from Magnemites kept her arms and legs, neck and tail at exact distances from eachother. She would be able to twist and turn a bit, but getting off her back would require a dizzying amount of work. Which was the point.<br><br>Adrian walked over to her head, it was hard for her to see him otherwise, with a look on his face that was torn between disappointment and excitement. "Well, you apparently thought it was a good idea to test your trainer. Are you that keen on finding out what kind of disciplinary measures I meant? Could you be one of those pokemon that actually 'likes' being punished?" <br><br>He wasn't betting on it, this was just meant to drive the thought into her head. To let her know she had acted out of line and outside the norm she would have to get used to. Adrian was getting into this more and more, showing her a large leather band he'd kept behind him, the tool he would use to discipline her. <br><br>"Now, you can beg for mercy to lessen your punishment. Or you can try to hold your own and find out just how 'strong' your trainer really is. What will it be, my Ferra?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Andy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 01:48:06</strong>
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				Ferra was slightly groggy when she woke, not noticing her restraints immediatly. she looked around her first, being confused to see that they werent in the mountain anymore, or anywhere near that. She couldnt even see where they were. Her first thought was now to get back to the mountain. It was then she saw the restrains as she tried to get away from wherever she was now. She did her best to pull and force her way off the magnets, only managing to lift one of them slightly up, before it smashed down on the metal.. device, she had been placed on.<br><br>Her now slightly exhausted body relaxed as she laid back, hearing the voice of her "Master" her eyes widened up as she saw his face over her, that expression.. and the tone of his voice made her want to curl up in a corner or hide in the deepest recesses of her mountain. And his words didnt just make it better, what forms of punishment could he throw on her? Part of her still wanted to call him master, and do his bidding, but her feral part was still stronger, even though the submissive part of her was slowly gaining more and more ground.<br><br>"I-i..." She shook her head and simply said nothing in response to his question, turning her head to the side and trying to figure a way to break out of her chains.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Andy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 14:48:33</strong>
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				Adrian had no way of knowing for sure that Ferra's submissive parts were gaining ground, but the fact that she did not raise her voice in protest gave an indication of said fact. Holding the thick leather whip in his hand was exciting and he could feel his body tense in anticipation. He'd long since dealt with the moral questions threatening his sadistic tendencies. She was a pokemon, and pokemon were lower creatures. Adrian was a man, and he had caught her. That meant she was his to do with as he pleased, by law, and more importantly for his mind as well. <br><br>There would be no feelings of guilt when he was done, and he knew this simply because he had done it before. Naturally, he wanted to have a good relationship with his pokemon. One where they could trust eachother. She would simply have to learn to deal with his needs, as some of the others had before her. <br><br>"You have nothing to say? Then I will simply start with the full punishment, after informing you of a few rules." He had walked over to her head, his boots inches away from her face. It would be obvious to her now she was close to the ground, giving him another advantage over her even if it was just to make him feel superior. "You're allowed to scream or beg or even cry, but you are not allowed to show disrespect to your Master. You've earned this punishment by your disobedience, and I determine when you've had enough. This means, that if you somehow get it in your head that you can 'demand' that I stop, you'll receive more every time. Understood?" <br><br>He wouldn't wait for her to respond, there was no need to. All he needed to do was show her that he was the better of the two. That she needed to bend to his will, as all animals do when presented with an Alpha. And to that end did his thick leather whip, three inches wide and roughly three feet long come down on the exposed underpart of her tail. It would be the most sensitive part of her tail and the blow landed close to her behind. To make matters worse, it was only the first of many. <br><br>There was a Passion in his eyes as he made the whip come down again and again, a grin appearing after the fifth on her tail. He had spread the blows apart, leaving welts across the tail's length. Though, since she was a steel pokemon, this wouldn't be as bad as for a normal pokemon. He made up for it with zealousness, ending his first streak of blows with three on her behind, where her tail ended. <br><br>Watching her reactions, and waiting he stood silent. How did she take the punishment, and would he have to give her more. Because for all intents and purposes, Adrian was just getting started. He hadn't even begun to bring out type-related methods.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Andy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 15:28:29</strong>
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				She was confused, scared, and just wanted to get out of there right now, flexing her muscles and really putting force into trying to get her arm restraint free, while doing her best to not panic and freak out. She stopped all movement when he walked over to her head, seeing his form towering above her body, she was confused as to just how she was placed right now, not knowing what was up nor down. But that aside, she knew that she were in for trouble. The rules scared her, she could cry? scream? beg? What in the world was this guys problem? She thought him to be between evil and insane. Like he enjoyed hurting or humiliating her..<br><br>"W-wai.. " Her eyes flung open as the leather smacked down on her sensetive tail, causing her to writhe around slightly from the aching pain that coursed through her system, she did her best to focus herself, to steel her mind to not succumb to his.. "Games".. But for how long could she endure? The first five consecutive hits hurt more and more, but only on the fourth and fifth did she let out low cries of pain, her body beginning to sweat from the pain sensations, and from her flexing her tail muscle to brace against the hits. However, the three last ones caught her off guard, causing her to let out three loud, high pitched, cries of pain. She panted heavily and let her guard down while doing her best to keep her composure.. what was that feeling she just felt? she couldnt actually be.. feeling that she had in some way deserved this? No! its all his fault! he captured me! That was what she told herself.<br><br>She looked up at him from her position below, making a low grin at him, while shakingly uttering, "I-is th-that all you've g-got?" There was a clear sign of fear in her voice, like she didnt truly mean to taunt him as much as she did..
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Andy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 16:18:05</strong>
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				He smiled in return, because her fear and disobedience together created the perfect mix for him to enjoy himself. He could go on, lose some of the restrictions he'd placed upon himself. Little by little her rebellious acts would chip away at the wall of his self-composure, allowing him to do the things he enjoyed but society couldn't bear. <br><br>"I believe you'll regret having said that soon enough." Adrian's voice was not one of anger, instead he seemed to be enjoying himself. Especially because she was playing his 'game' more than she realised. "Not only because you're making it a challenge, but also because you forgot to call me Master again and gave me another reason to continue." <br><br>The trainer walked around her horizontally displayed body that lay magnetically locked to a metal plate out in the open field. Adrian had a number of useful items made to be digitally transferred just like pokeballs, this plate and the special cuffs were amongst those. To ensure no one would disturb them though, he had something akin to a radar on an emergency setting. Even though his newest pokemon couldn't see it, she was still on her own mountain, almost down into the vale. <br><br>She would feel the leather belt prod her left breast moments after her trainer had stopped walking. It was a bit like a warning, but also a mental message. She had asked if that was all he had and now she'd find out how far he was willing to go. Pushing the rough edge of the thick whip against her large nipple hoping to see it stiffen from the stimulation, Adrian made himself ready to resume.<br><br>Eight blows this time, the first two on her left breast, spaced evenly above and below her nipple. Then after just a few short steps those two mirrored on her right breast. "I am your trainer, and every part of your body belongs to me." He said calmly, before smacking the whip dead on her left nipple, and again soon to be followed by the another two on her right. "You WILL behave yourself properly, or be justly punished, understood?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Andy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 15:28:21</strong>
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				Through the hole in her half cracker mask, one could clearly see fear in her eyes now as he taunted her with his almost excited voice. He scared her, not because he was hurting her, or because she was somehow bound to him by this "Pokéball" Sphere. She was afraid because he was enjoying doing this to her. And if he liked doing this, she had no idea of knowing when he'd stop. She inhaled a large portion of air through her nose, sniffing the cool air, she recognized the smell from her forest. She was still home, for now at least.<br><br>her eyes widened up as she saw, and felt, the wide leather tip brushing over her nipple, sending sudden shivers down her spine, a shivering feeling she wasn't accustomed to at all. It was like it was enjoyable to her, her body showed her enjoyment as her nipples gave off a light twitch as they swell slightly hard, causing the sensitive buds to stand up pert.<br><br>The next sensation that followed was causing her great confusion. She felt a mix of a tingle and the sudden pain from the hard whip, causing her to almost bite her tongue off to keep her from uttering a single word, or sound. This proved to be an impossible task as the next blow fell right on her nipple this time. Causing her to let out a loud yelp from the stinging pain that now coursed through her entire breast, and a half scream, half growling sound as the whip hit her other breast twice. Her entire body was shaking now from this sudden input of sensations she had never felt before.<br><br>She blinked as a tear drifted down her unmasked cheek, making her whimper and squirm on the metal plate slightly. "Yes.. M-mas-master".. She stuttered reluctantly, raising her vision to look up at him with her large blue eyes, which almost glittered like saphires due to the tears.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Andy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 23:02:42</strong>
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				"Much better." Adrian commented almost casually. He was still enjoying this though, and sometimes a pokemon needed more than they let on. Only doing as it should to avoid the pain as an instinct, not a contemplated response. So he did not put down the whip just yet, holding it in his palm and showing the occasional tap to remind her what the tool stood for. <br><br>It had not escaped his notice however, that the Aggron was responding rather nicely to this treatment. Her nipples proudly erect after the prodding and still after the beating. Perhaps it would be a good idea to 'investigate' a little further.<br><br>"I had expected you to, react, to this treatment alright, but not as lewdly as you did." He had decided, and put the whip away to reach out to the large pokemon's nipple. Fitting the erect bud between his forefinger and thumb before squeezing hard. Her size would make it hard to do this painfully as a human, unless she was particularly sensitive there. Adrian was more than determined enough to find out.<br><br>"I've had pokemon love me simply because I'm their Master, but never have I had one that actually 'enjoyed' being punished. Tell me Ferra, do you like being whipped?" The sadistic sarcasm was more than obvious in his voice, but she was in no position to deny him his questions. Certainly not with her nipple firmly in his grip. He expected an answer, twisting his fingers ever so slightly as he waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Andy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 17:18:34</strong>
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				She was still shaking in the aftermath of the whipping when her nipple was grasped by his hand, causing her to&nbsp; let out a soft gasp as he squeezes the soft bud, she wasnt overly sensetive there, so it didnt hurt her that he squeezed, but it did cause her to move and squirm about on the metal plate, making small whimpers occasionally. This was her first sexual experience in her whole life, which might be one of the reasons she wasnt fighting back as fiercely anymore.<br><br>She blushed deeply at his next phrases and the question he asked. She had felt some form of tingle when he whipped her, something that followed the pain if one could say that. But she was embarrased by this, and of course she didnt want any more pain on her body than what she had allready gotten. "N-no.. it h-hurts.. Master.." she said with a shaking voice, the whipping had induced some fear to her mind, and she had so far accepted that she were the "lesser" of the two as things was looking right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Andy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 21:49:48</strong>
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				Adrian smiled, that was the answer he expected. It led to a retort he would utter soon enough. He couldn't resist squeezing harder on her nipple though, trying to find the point where her body hovered between pain and pleasure. Trying to go past it, just a little. He let go of her before he spoke again, moving around her body to the other side with slow purposeful paces. Taking the whip in his hand again, to make her realise that she wasn't out of the danger zone yet.<br><br>"So you tell me, but your body is getting all kinds of tingles isn't it? Your nipples are rock hard, and by now I imagine your pussy to start getting wet too." And if it wasn't yet, he'd find out soon as he walked over to the bottom edge of the metal plate. Ferra's legs were spread more than wide enough for her trainer to get a good look. But that, she would soon find out, wasn't good enough for him. He wanted to know just how wet she'd gotten, and brought his hand forward to touch her nether regions. His index finger and thumb locking around her clit just as they'd done with her nipple, squeezing lightly to see her reaction. <br><br>"Tell me Ferra, do you feel yourself heating up? Do you feel as if you're getting 'ready' for something? Do you want me to stop touching you?" The last came out at lower tones than the rest, a serious question. He wouldn't give her what she wanted unless it coincided with his own wishes, but he wanted her to tell him, or beg for it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Andy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 13:40:56</strong>
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				Ferra really tried to not give in to this whole situation; Fact was that she was, or her body was, enjoying what he was doing to her, despite her mind constantly fighting her building heat, that would eventually, cause her to submit, if things kept up like this. his squeezing fingers made her squirm and move about on the plate, while whimpering moans escaped her lips. She could feel something in her, like a growing warmth from her nether regions, that was spreading throughout her slowly. As he let go, her eyes looked up at him once again, watching the whip in his hand.<br><br>"nngh.. N-no, i.. i.." her eyes widened as she subconsciously knew what the word "Pussy" meant, she had learnt that from being in the poke-ball. She tried to force her knees together to cover her virgin mound, but in vain. Her nethers were dripping wet allready, the outer vaginal lips swollen slightly, and her clit easily accessible to his invading fingers, just a small squeeze was enough to make her moan out and arc her body upwards as much she could with the restraints. His words was like a small push towards submission, she did feel a heat burning in her, and she was getting ready for something.. "Nngh.. mh, n-no.. i d-dont feel.. ngh.. anything.. ahn.." her moans betrayed her words fully as his squeezing sent her body almost spasming.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Andy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 16:30:23</strong>
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				"Your words and your lewd moaning seem to be contradicting each other Ferra, but we'll see to that later. For now, we're nowhere near done with your punishment." <br><br>He took out the whip again and finally let go of her clitoris, but his eyes looked down on the sizeable bud intently. The next area that would fall victim to his whip had been decided it seemed, and the training held the leather strap up high so that she could see he was about to hit her again. Something in his eyes showed a passion that could drive him insane, barely held in check as his hand trembled with anticipation before smacking it down on her unprotected clitoris and vaginal lips. He dragged the whip down slowly after it had landed, pushing hard on her nether regions. <br><br>That was just the first blow. "I want you to scream and beg me to stop." The second followed in its wake, just as potent as the first. "I want you to cry," <em>Another </em>"and moan," <em>another</em>, "as you realise," <em>another</em> "that your whole body," <em>another</em> " belongs to me now!" and finally the last one. <br><br>He let the whip linger on her pussy, dragging it over her belly and left breast as he walked alongside her to her face, pushing the whip on the cheek opposite of him. His head close to her now, and his voice barely above a whisper. "And I want you to tell me, that you will do 'anything' in your power to keep your Master happy." Demanding her fealty with his eyes pinned on her's, and knowing that he'd have to test her, or continue, depending on her answer. Both of which were options he was looking forward to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Andy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 13:28:47</strong>
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				Ferra panted heavily as her nethers were released once again, closing her eyelids almost fully as she tried to push away her body's reaction to what he was doing to her, the burning heat in her body calming, if only slightly, but nonetheless it helped her think clearly again. By the time she opened her eyes, she only just managed to see him with the whip raised high before it smacked down upon her sensitive nethers.<br><br>Screaming out loudly, she winced in a grimace of pain as the sensitive area was punished so. But then she realised that this was just the beginning of it all. As he began to speak, she whimpered, cried, and screamed out with each single hit on her virgin cunt, his words driving her down mentally, keeping her on the fine line between resisting and submitting.<br><br>But she wasn't going to give in just yet to this.. she was a fully evolved Pokemon after all, and one of the powerfull species too. After he had whispered the last words, having leaned in all close to her face, she seized the chance and thrust her head towards his own, hammering her forehead against his in an attempt to headbutt him. (not being an attack but more a struggling) wether she would hit or not, she immediately began to flex her arms, slowly being able to lift her arms a away from the metal plate, but going all to slowly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Andy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 16:52:20</strong>
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				The magnetic pull on her heavy collar was more than enough to take the bite out of Ferra's headbutt, but she managed to hit the trainer regardless. He flinched back, the first sign of weakness on his side which would surely grant the metal-type courage. It was unfortunate for her that the only thing she would accomplish, besides a light bruise on his forehead, was to aggrevate the trainer, with all due consequences.<br><br>Instinctively Adrian had put his hand up to his head and in moments he felt his skin swell up with the fluids common in a light bruise. Turning his head towards the Aggron with a vile look in his eyes he cursed her under his breath. "You will pay for that." He stated with a restrained voice, the low drum of his anger pulsating through his tones. <br><br>A single tap on his arm-mounted PokeNav increased the strength of the magnetic bonds and Ferra found herself pulled down to the metal plate with a force stronger than she'd be able to resist. The heavy metal collar around her neck pressed down into her tough skin, making it hard to breathe. The shackles around her wrists and ankles pressed into her flesh and allowed no movement. <br><br>"Up until now I've just been playing with you, but it seems that won't do. I'm going to enjoy taking advantage of your type, slave." Adrian spoke without looking at the pokemon, he was already busy using his wireless connection to download the next set of toys. All Ferra would be able to see was a harmless looking rod, about a finger's width thick and twice the length. "This, will hurt. And I will enjoy every second of your screams." The trainer said with a wicked grin on his face as he pushed the rod against the metal-type's nipple. It was nothing more than a prod at first, but soon she would find out what made this thing special. The conductive material absorbed the energy from its core and heated. Within seconds the rod glew a bright orange, still pressed against the metal-type's nipple. With a weakness to fire and heat, this alone might be enough to break the pokemon, but Adrian wasn't near finished yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Andy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>13-05-2010, 17:27:41</strong>
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				Ferra's eyes widened up as she suddenly felt her arms slam back into their restrained position. The metal restrains digging into her wrists and legs, which allready where beginning to become sore. Her breathing began to quicken into small quick huffs, as she looked at the human again. Her eyes were fixed on the bruise on his forehead, which only boosted her courage to fight back against him for as long as she could. It would turn out that she would need all the courage she could get if she was to endure what was to come..<br><br>She looked at the small rod with a raised brow, looking at him as he placed in on her nipple. not feeling anything at first at all, but as small time passed, she could feel it growing hot very fast. Painfully hot.. Her eyes widened up as she began to feel the singing pain caused by the torture tool, causing her to whimper at first, low cries of pain, accompanied by wet tears from her eyes. She did not give in to it yet though, biting down hard. her metal teeth churned against eachother, she was a high level Pokemon, surely she should be able to endure. That was what her instincts told her at least, but her mind worked differently, she just wanted the pain to stop, but stubbornness kept her from begging from mercy. <br><br>She opened her eyes and looked at the face of the trainer, the wicked smile on his face filling her with disgust. He was truly enjoying to see her in such pain, this was what he wanted. her breathing began to become erratic however, as the rod had burnt its way past her skin and now was singing into her flesh. At that point, she couldn't bear to keep it back anymore, as her cries quickly turned into screams of pain, while she attempted to wrestle her way free of her restraints, to no avail however.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Andy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 13:41:43</strong>
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				Adrian was torn between two emotions. He enjoyed seeing the pokemon struggle to no avail, and her cries were quite stimulating to the stiffening mass in his pants, though the anger that resulted from the beast's headbut had nowhere near dissipated. For now all he did was slightly scrape the heating rod over the pokemon's nipple, finding a spot that wasn't as singed as the place he held it before. The still present outer layer of skin here would give him a few more moments before he'd ruin the beast. Even if the pokecenter's medical facilities could heal her back to perfect health, there was a matter of principle involved. There was no sense in destroying your own toys, especially not those you're planning to use later.<br><br>"Are you glad you did that now, filthy animal?" The trainer was of course referring to the headbut, "Are you glad you pushed me far enough to go beyond the little things? For I am nowhere near done, pokemon." He spat the last words, as if there were few things lower on this earth than a pokemon, and he wasn't lying. All he'd done for now was switch to using type-effective tools, there were still intensity, variety, duration and several other methods left which he could implement in this torture to make her understand just how miserable her situation was.<br><br>Without waiting for an answer, the pokemon would no doubt be busy screaming as another part of her nipple was singed, he retracted the rod and briskly walked towards her nether regions. Holding the thing over her clitoris, close enough for the beast to feel the heat but not to burn her yet, he waited. "Are you planning on extending your pain, or would you rather submit?" With just a light tap of the rod he touched her clitoris, holding it above her sensitive bud in case she gave the wrong answer. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Andy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 17:55:45</strong>
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				Ferra's eyes were glazed with tears as he finally removed the rod from her nipple, whimpering and sobbing lowly as he rained down verbal abuse on her, as she shook her head as best she could at each of his questions. She knew that the best thing she could do right now was to submit and do as he said. Even then her mind still raced as she imagined what other kind of harm he could put on her, but the answer was quickly given to her as she could feel the heat against her clitoris.<br><br>At that point she gave up all kind of dignity she had used as a shield up untill now and submitted as she felt the light tap on her clit, letting out a quick high pitched scream as she felt the quick stab of pain, as if someone had driven a needle though her sensetive bud. "N-no more.. p-please M-master.." She sobbed and tried to make eye contact with him, the humiliated pokemon looking ravaged, her body drenched in sweat from the pain she had endured most of the evening, the cool air from the night causing her to shiver as a breeze flew over her. "I beg you.. I'll be nice, i'll obey.." she was laying completly still after having said so, awaiting his next move carefully.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Andy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 23:49:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is that so?" Adrian asked mockingly, bringing the rod even closer to her clit to make sure the heat radiated all over the sensitive bud. "Because you're little prank just now makes me somewhat hesitant to believe you." Sounding rather aggravated still, the trainer indicated the bump on his forehead with his free hand. <br><br>After taking a good look into her eyes, seeing the defeat stare back at him, the wealthy trainer withdrew the heated rod. He placed it near her foot, the warmth rapidly dispersing now that the device was turned off. Though Adrian looked like he wasn't finished with her yet. Walking over to her face he slapped the underside of her breast on the way, not even looking as he did so. He could do whatever he wanted with Ferra's body and he would remind her of that fact every chance he got. <br><br>"You're going to have to make up for this and I know just the way." The smile Ferra had seen a few times before returned to her Master's face, he knew exactly what he was going to do to her and she wasn't going to like it. Already busy with unlocking his belt buckle, obviously to drop his pants, he called out to his pokemon, "Hold out your tongue, and be sure to 'assist' me while I make use of it." His words came out as dominant as he could manage them. Adrian would use her body as a tool for his pleasure, and he wanted her to fully realise this. His fine trousers on the floor already gave Ferra little time to comply before her trainer's manhood hung in front of her face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Andy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andy</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 21:20:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"no-nononono.. Please dont!" She whimpered and cried, as the heat radiated over her, causing her some discomfort but no real pain. She saw as he placed it near her foot and turned it off. This didnt relax her the least though as he walked up to her face now, the slap on her breast making her yelp as the large orb moved slightly. The fact that he was so near her face made her feel vulnerable and defenseless, which pretty much did describe her current situation.<br><br>Feeling her courage shrink as he began to smile that wicked way, and as he began to fumble with his clothes, she knew what was going to happen to her. She stared at his raging manhood for quite some time, not moving an inch. This was the first time she had seen the genital of a male before, of any kind. So she were perplexed by it. But quickly snapping out of it, she opened up her mouth and let her tounge poke out, her tounge was longer than a humans and also quite rough, not so much that it would harm, but it could cause discomfort. Looking up at him, she waited for him to begin, being both nervous and scared, but feeling the heat slowly starting again..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Considerable Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Andy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 15:31:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With his left hand Adrian grabbed the tip of Ferra's tongue and pulled at it, stepping closer to lay his member on it as if putting it to rest. That was far from the truth though, as his right hand quickly pushed up from underneath the big tongue and pushed up the sides so that they flowed up along his shaft. The trainer was going to jerk himself off, using the beast's tongue. A fleshy hotdog with a lot more emotional impact than those words would describe.<br><br>The man was enjoying himself, the smile on his face made that much clear. Slowly his right hand began picking up pace, not needing the guidance of his left hand anymore. He quickly put it to use, giving the Aggron's closest breast a firm slap before groping it, simply pushing the luscious orb around for his pleasure. <br><br>"This is what you are Ferra, you can see that now right? A tool, to be used by your trainer as He sees fit!" The trainer looked her in the eyes, he expected her to comply, to give him what he wanted. He was used to it, and Ferra wasn't exactly in a position to deny him. "Well, aren't you going to help your trainer? Show me that you can be a good girl and you might be rewarded." He smiled again, punishment and reward were such useful methods. Especially since he enjoyed both sides of the 'conflict'. After all, he could give her any reward he wanted.
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