PMU: Damian's Story Ch. 20

I went back and checked notes, and Matilda's Scissors Clown is named Clara, not Carla. Sorry about that. She looks similar to a famous early silent movie clown except that her mouth is extended horizontally in both directions by cuts to her cheeks and her mouth is filled with a seemingly limitless supply of scissors. In any case, on to the show.

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Damian was certain that he was late to class, because Professor Lorre had Ivy in a head lock and an arm lock when he came in. Checking the time, it was still two minutes before class was set to start, so he didn't know what was going on. "There's been a bit of change to the Tough Core syllabus. We were going to talk about talking over bitches, but that lecture is being swapped with Friday's so we can talk about the strengths and weaknesses of giant tits." The white haired student struggled in the teacher's grasp, reminding the entire class that she had giant tits herself. Her arm was yanked painfully up her back, and her struggles paused with some cursing.

"Now as you know," the professor continued, as if she wasn't putting a student in a submission hold, "there is a natural tendency for leadership roles to go to large breasted women. In most organizations, whether it's an office, a police force, a factory, or a hospital, there is a strong correlation between breast size and authority. This applies both to formal hierarchies, where big titty women are more likely to be promoted than flatties; but also to informal hierarchies where proposals and requests from women are substantially more likely to be acquiesced to by individuals and groups when those women have more generous boobs." She shrugged. "This is one of the main drivers of demand for tit alchemy, the average expected increased income over a forty year career from having bimbo-classed tits is genuinely more than eight times the cost of a commercial grade breast potion."

"Stay away," the white haired warrior shouted as she struggled in the teacher's grip, "filth!"

"Slide." She said it to Britney, who was controlling the PowerPoint while the teacher's hands were occupied in restraining Ivy. The next slide had a video whose contents were mostly spoiled by the fact that it was named "BimboTitsQuickCollar01" and true to expectations the video showed a woman with respectable office attire and very large breasts dominating and collaring another woman who was wearing an even fancier skirt suit but who had less impressive cleavage. The whole video was eight minutes long, and it only took seven minutes for the big breasted woman to smash the other woman's face into her chest valley, crush her pride, have her kiss the nipples, push her to her knees, make her lick bimbo pussy, and latch a training collar around her neck. A very quick collaring, and one which in Damian's opinion would need quite a bit of reinforcing domination if the big titted domina wished to retain ownership of her new thrall.

The actual technique of domination and collaring was elegant. Two women in office attire were talking, the medium breasted boss lady was seemingly angry with the large breasted lady. It looked like the brunette with medium tits was the boss. The boss lady looked away from the bimbo she was chewing out for just a moment, but it was enough for the blond to rip open her own blouse, revealing her soccer ball sized boobies. The surprise on the face of the other woman when she turned back was visible for only a moment before the bimbo pushed forward chest-first and enveloped the brunette's head. Resistance lasted only moments as she was buffeted from both sides by voluminous boobies, an onslaught that continued for minutes after the boss lady had gone slack. The triumphant big titted woman tenderly stroked the other woman's head, and then pulled her out of the cleavage just enough for her to kiss and suck upon the nipples. Once the newly submissive woman had abased herself, she was pushed down to her knees and her head pulled between her new mistress' thighs. When the training collar was latched onto her neck, it was basically a formality.

Ivy was manhandled to display her gigantic G-cups even more prominently, and the teacher lectured. "Big tits are more powerful than women's pussies, and can easily dominate a bitch. Even bitches who don't know that they are collar-wearers can quickly be subjugated by a big set of bimbo boobs." She shook the student in her grasp, and the appetizing melons shook divertingly. "This busty bimbo bested her bitch boss into a collared pussy licker and started taking her to a taming salon. After a few sessions, her boss accepted an engagement collar."

Taming salons were simply places where a taming rod could be rented and used. Sometimes a sub or domina came with the deal to be the recipient of one end or the other of the rod, but other times it was used by a couple who wished to use the rod together. Many romantic stories took place at taming salons, where a wife or girlfriend would use the rented rod to sexually dominate their partner. Sometimes submissive pairs would take turns being on the receiving end, or rented double-ended taming rods that they could submit with together. Damian's aunts went on semi-regular getaways to taming salons so they could surrender to each other again and again. While urban legends persisted about unscrupulous taming salons that kidnapped women and turned them into slaves, the reality was that most taming salons had very low power taming rods. Damian thought the legends were mostly racism-adjacent, since they always seemed to be about big boobed blond bimbos being unlawfully collared by the predominantly Southeast Asian and Philippina women who worked as dominatrix technicians at typical taming salons.

"Slide." The second video was similar in concept, as alluded to by the fact that it was named "BimboTitsQuickCollar02". It was eleven minutes long and featured a tall redheaded bimbo with H-cup breasts. She was a customer at a coffee shop, and the woman behind the counter was miscellaneously Hispanic. The bimbo was angrily berating the barista, and then the barista walked around the counter and grabbed the taller women by her massive breasts. The next seven minutes of the video were spent with a surprised and eventually subjugated bimbo having her melons exposed, mauled, slapped, pinched, and grasped by a victorious beverage artist. The barista pushed the bimbo to her knees and dropped her own pants while raising her apron enough for the dominated woman to kiss her pussy in defeat. When the redhead's neck felt the latch of the training collar close, her whole body convulsed in a submissive orgasm.

"Such is the power of big tits," Professor Lorre mused, "that they are generally stronger than the pussy of the woman they are attached to. Massive melons are a bimbo's greatest strength, but they are also their greatest weakness. A bimbo whose tits have become dominated cannot help but to become a bitch." Ivy struggled futilely in the teacher's grasp, the nature of her predicament had become clear. "This barista baroness took her subjugated bimbo to a taming salon regularly for five weeks, at the end of which her big breasted captive accepted a slave collar. Thereafter, she worked as a recruiter slave, helping her mistress to enslave her own two best friends. Both accepted slave collars at the behest of their big bosomed bimbo bestie."

At the teacher's nod, Britney dropped her skirt to the floor and began sliding the domina end of a taming rod into her juicy cunt. "Ivy has been a very bad girl," the teacher continued, "and this has volunteered her to be an example. Watch how long she can manage to refuse domination after her ambrosial bimbo boobs have been bagged by Britney. Try to notice and recognize the moment that Ivy becomes Britney's bitch." She nodded to her teacher's pet, a silent signal to begin in earnest.

The Metallic Dragon trainer wasted no time in stripping the already revealing attire of the gargantuan boobed student, leaving her bare of breast and blustered of breath. With the teacher still holding Ivy in a tit lock, Britney spent several minutes amusing herself by tormenting the boobs of her victim. The white haired trainer was still thrashing when the professor wrestled her to one knee, bringing her tits to a level where Britney's rod could be used to thwack the sides of the gazongas and then slide into the valley between them. Both Britney and Ivy began grunting as the Dragon woman humped her hips to begin tit-fucking Ivy's helpless G-cups. The end of the rod poked the white haired Warrior in the mouth again and again, and was only so long before Ivy opened her mouth to allow the taming rod entrance. Damian raised his hand and made eye contact with Professor Lorre, and she nodded at him in agreement. Britney had dominated the other student, and the rest of the game was a matter of running up the score.

Ivy's sloppy blowjob to Britney's taming rod was underway when the teacher simply ceased bothering to hold her. It was no longer necessary, as mouth and tits were too distracted on the task of applying saliva and sweat along the length of the magitech device. The rest of her purple clothing was stripped from her, and she didn't seem to notice. Britney leaned down and whispered something, and Ivy responded with a whine of need and fear. The big breasted student was pulled down by her nipples, and she assumed a tits-down, ass-up position. Ivy reached back and pulled her ass open, leaving her dripping cunt open to the world and proving that her white curtains matched the carpet. As Britney lined the taming rod up to the juicy hole, the teacher addressed the class. "This position, with the bimbo supported by both knees and both tits while presenting the pussy and asshole for penetration is called the 'bimbo tripod,' and it is a natural position of submission for big titty bitches. When a large breasted bimbo tripods, she is physically demonstrating her surrender. In this case, she will be rewarded by wearing a training collar for the rest of the week." The look on Professor Lorre's face was positively predatory.

"Aaaaah!" The recently proud warrior cried out as she was penetrated by Britney's taming rod, but her hands didn't release her own rear end. "Unh! Unh! Unh!" She pushed her powerful rear backwards again and again, spearing herself on Britney's tool. When the collar was buckled onto Ivy's neck, it was a surprise to no one. "How's that?!" a fuck-drunk Ivy asked, "Satisfied?" Britney thrust her taming rod home some more, indicating that perhaps she was not.

"what do you think she did to get the teacher so angry?" Courtney whispered in her most inside of voices.

Damian had no idea.

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While Courtney had wanted to celebrate Damian's new rabbit tamer ability with a lunchtime spanking session, Damian needed to go to the library. Specifically, he wanted to look up means of advancing Hinako and Barbara, he needed another study session with The Rules of Ruin. He went to the librarian's desk and inquired of the statuesque redhead "Do you know where The Rules of Ruin is?"

She looked at him with mild disdain. "No, but if you hum a few bars, I can fake it." She didn't budge, her arms remaining crossed below her impressive rack.

Damian stood there awkwardly for a moment, unsure as to how committed she was to the bit. Eventually he blinked first. "Please tell me how to get to the book that's named The Rules of Ruin." She smirked in triumph, and deigned to give him directions.

When he retrieved the book, he sat down at a desk to peruse it with his Pokegirls. He considered their inputs at least as important as his own, because ultimately they were going to have to live with whatever evolutions he inflicted upon them. He'd already spent hours with the book, and so he had a pretty good idea of how to get to the information he was after. He found it, and he found that there were a couple of options for evolving both Pokegirls.

For Hinako, there were ways for a Spider Girl to become a Witch or a Sensei. The means of becoming a Sensei as a Spider involved a lot of weaving and writing, which neither Hinako nor Damian thought was particularly likely. Becoming a Witch involved mastering a spell, with different spells creating differently aspected Spider Witches. Spiders appeared to be able to become Rain Witches, Thunder Witches, Madness Witches, Blight Witches, and Blood Witches. He didn't have a lot of time before Mathemagic class, but a cursory read seemed to indicate that Thunder Witch and Madness Witch wouldn't be very useful for alchemy projects, leaving Rain Witch, Blood Witch, and Blight Witch. He'd have to track down a spell for Hinako to learn, the choices being Aqua Ring, Purify, and Leech Life. None of the relevant spells were to be found in the book they were reading, and so it would require another expedition at a later date.

For Barbara, the Bat family all seemed to become Warriors or Senseis. Unlike Hinako, the Sensei upgrade seemed like a natural fit for Barbara. She was already a Bibliophile, after all. She expressed her preference before he had read them out to her, which he didn't understand because she still very definitely had no eyes and navigated entirely by echolocation. Becoming a Sensei was what she wanted as well. When she found out that it was an achievable goal, she hugged Damian in joy, and he playfully scratched her head where her red hair passed between her purple pointed ears. She rubbed her tits on her master and made high pitched chirping sounds.

There were multiple ways for a Pokegirl to evolve into being a Sensei. For a Bat Girl, the most reasonable option seemed to be a combination of back breaking combat and the consumption of a truly brain breaking amount of internet pornography. Barbara would need to commit to many hours of reading and watching the most extreme filth, something she assured Damian that she was completely ready to do. She'd also need to get repeatedly slammed during sparring matches, and with slightly less enthusiasm Barbara agreed to commit to that as well.

They had targets that seemed reachable, but Damian had class to go to.

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Before class had begun, Samantha came up to him. It was the first time they'd seen each other since Damian had made her go ass to mouth in the changing room after their Saturday battle. She was deeply conflicted and feeling a lot of contradictory emotions, naturally enough. But Damian's heart sense was going off. She wanted to be dominated by him, and that would make everything a lot simpler. "Show me your tits so that I can whip them." He said it with a commanding finality.

Samantha's eyes widened in fear. Her nose twitched in indecision. She hesitated, caught in the crossroads, gulping as she wavered on her decision. Damian looked at her calmly, neither hurrying nor berating her, but simply waiting until her pussy made the only decision it was ever going to make. Samantha opened her blouse, and her prodigious tits bounded out of captivity. She closed her eyes and sighed, her entire body relaxing as acceptance permeated. Samantha arched her back, pushing her tits toward being even more tempting targets.

The tendril of shadow unfurled from Damian's wrist and he gave her exposed breast a swat. It was super effective. Smack! It sent her knockers knocking side to side. Smack! He swatted the other breast while it was on its return journey. The perilous pendulosity of the pendulous pontoons precipitously progressed with pugnacious pushing. Smack! Like pumping legs on a swing, the well-timed application of force sent the Tapir Witch's boobies on more extreme oscillations until it seemed like they might take flight from her chest. Smack! Her mouth opened and she panted with a needy expression plastered across her face. "Please... please do it!" Her submission-addled mind did not appear to know what exactly it was that she was begging for. She wasn't even certain of what she was begging for in the most general terms. But it didn't matter.

Damian took control. He took control of the situation, and he took control of Samantha's tits. Grabbing a nipple in each hand, he dragged her to the back of the classroom. With her tits in Damian's possession, Samantha had no choice but to stumble along after him. He sat down in his own seat and pulled the Witch down so that she was on her knees and her tits were in his lap. Smiling as she realized what was being asked of her, Samantha unzipped his fly and fished out his monolith. She kissed the head of the mushroom and then wrapped her tits around his pole.

Sitting next to him, Adelaide keroed. "I didn't think I'd ever see her submit so thoroughly." His amphibious roommate licked her lips and then licked her own forehead.

He patted the Tapir Witch on her yellow-brown hair. "You'll see this bitch submit even more thoroughly. I mean, tomorrow she's coming over to our room after dinner. And she'll have prepared her ass before she comes." Pulling her mouth off his dick with a handful of her hair, Damian addressed the Witch directly. "You know why you're going to prepare your ass?"

Gazing up into Damian's eyes through partially formed tears, Samantha confirmed that she did. "Because if it goes in my ass... it will... it goes in my mouth." The admission colored her cheeks with shame and flooded her pussy with arousal. Damian pushed her head back down, and she compliantly went back to licking his cock head while sandwiching his shaft in her cleavage. When his eruption put glazing all over her face, she looked up and smiled. He patted her head for a job well done, and she happily wiggled under his attention.

They were the center of attention for the entire classroom, of course. Some students peaked around books or pretended to be asleep, while others made no secret of the interest they had in the domination of Samantha's breasts. Some of the other students even came closer to get a better look at the proceedings. The two who came the closest were Robin Sena and Paige Readman, the two women in class with the most atrocious eyesight. Both wore corrective lenses, so they probably didn't actually need to get any closer than anyone else, but their heads were practically close enough to smell Samantha's hair. Robin was a fire aspected Cow Witch, while Paige was a plant aspected Doll Sensei. Neither could see much of anything without their glasses, but Damian could see both of them with his eyes closed because their desires to be dominated made them shine like candles to his heart sense.

Robin's hair was a light enough brown that some would call it blond, and she wore it in awkward braids that stuck out to the sides of her head like a cow's horns. Paige had black hair that she hadn't really done anything with except let it grow and push it out of her face. It was badly in need of the attentions of a brush and comb. Both had pretty impressive racks, though they were both wearing voluminous brown coats that obscured that fact. It was not a requirement to pay attention to one's clothes and makeup to attend Mathemagic class on a Monday, but as Damian looked at the two glasses wearing women he thought that if he dominated their pussies that getting them cleaned up and dressed sexily would be the first order of business. While their poor dress sense and hair care detracted from their allure, they were trainers and that meant that their inherent sex appeal was augmented by being pocket monsters themselves. He thought they'd clean up very nicely indeed, and he could feel that they wanted their pussies to be manhandled.

Unfortunately, there just wasn't time. Not before class, and probably not that week. He had commitments to his own slaves, and training Robin and Paige to beautify and present their pussies to him would be a time consuming project. Still, he could lay the ground work, it could be nice to have the near sighted trainers all tarted up as his submissives. "Robin? Paige? Why don't you help Samantha get ready for class by licking my cum off her face?" He said it sweetly, like they had a choice. Like they might just be doing a favor for their classmate. When they got down to the Tapir Witch's level, Damian put his hands on the backs of their heads and guided them into cleaning her face.

While they were happily licking up his cum, Samantha looked at the Cow Witch. "Robin? You're a Witch too. Damian's rule for Witches is that if it goes in our ass, it goes in our mouth. He's going to sodomize you. He's going to make you go ass to mouth. You're going to love it. He's going to dominate our assholes, Robin. He's going to cum in our submissive butts and then we're going to suck his mighty cock. Oh, Robin! He's going to make us into his bitches!" The witches shared a kiss and both groaned as they became lost in the fantasy.

Paige Readman's glasses fogged up as she whined with sexual need. Adelaide leaned over and whispered into her ear. "Don't worry, Paige. We know that you're a plant type. We have some powerful potions to put up your ass. Soon, you can be a dominated slut just like Samantha." Paige whined and clenched her butthole on empty space, imagining Damian and his roommate tormenting her. The Frog Artist's large eyes took in the Doll Sensei's heaving bosom, and she licked her lips. She thought breaking Paige Readman would be loads of fun.

One student who did not seem to be having fun was Rini. She didn't need any help with her clothes or her hair. Her pink buns were done up flawlessly into points like rabbit ears. Her dress in rose and black looked like she was ready to go dancing as soon as the class was completed. And her pink eyes were like daggers, pointing hatred directly at Damian's heart from across the room. She didn't have any problems with her vision, and didn't need to come any closer to see everything. Not that it mattered much, since she was so full of venom that her eyes never looked at anything else.

Damian was about to call out and ask Rini what her problem was when the teacher flew in. She reminded everyone that the trip to the museum was on Saturday while students were reluctantly shuffling back to their seats. The actual class was about using tangents and derivatives to explicate changes over time. The class was nearly half over when he noticed that his fly was still down. He pulled it up as discreetly as possible, but almost everyone in class had seen his dick anyway.

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Alchemy class was a living hell, and there was really only one reason for it: Matilda. Her whole group of slaves just caused constant strife for the entire session. Matilda had a new slave, powered by a Fighting aura like all her others. The Pokegirl's name was E-Lain, and she was a small brown haired woman whose arms ended in savage pink bear paws like she was wearing claw gauntlets. Also she had a band of her hair that was pink and little teddy bear ears poked through, which kind of made it look like she was wearing a kumamimi. According to the Pokedex, she was a Flail Bear Girl, and throughout class she insisted on beefing with Beatrice. Hard.

"My Swipe Right Will Rizz yo Momma and make you a Cuck! Skibidi! You salty bruh?" The Flail Bear wiggled with anger at everything Beatrice did, spewing verbal abuse. "Take the L, yr Pookie is Beta and my owner is Alpha Chad. She's gonna Yeet her right into bed! Your Bee-ass B-grade Babby Hole is Cringe now!" E-Lain's litany of brain rot continued through the whole class, driving Beatrice to extend her arm blades and threaten violent reprisals.

Meanwhile, Matilda's Scissors Clown slave Clara was way all up in her feelings about Barbara. She pulled a pair of scissors out of her mouth and began cutting up pieces of paper while glaring the the Bibliophile Bat with menacing intent evident across her face. "Honk! Honk!" She shouted while Barbara was trying to mix fluids. Barbara responded with high pitched screeching until Clara Van Goghed herself with her pair of scissors. The blades cut deeply into her ear and then she smashed her hand over the wound before blood had gotten onto much more than her own frizzy hair. Clara then came around the lab table and took pressure off her ear laceration, sending a bloody spray into Barbara's work space.

Damian was able to mostly keep his slaves from flying off the handle, but the big problem was that Matilda simply wasn't trying to restrain her own. Instead, she had decided to spend much of the class mad dogging Hinako. "I'll cut your bullshit silk, Spider Bitch! Fuck your tiny tits! Fuck your spindly ass arms, Spider Bitch! You ain't good enough to be milked, fucking gross ass spider milk be hairy as a shower drain." Her rambling ire did absolutely nothing to reign in her aggressive Pokegirl slaves.

Hilda the big titted Cow Girl was the only civilized member of her group, and she literally begged her mistress to dial it down a notch. She was rewarded by a slap across the face and an order to milk herself and stay out out of her mistress' business. The Cow Girl obediently unveiled her breasts and mooed worriedly while she pinched her nipples, watching with concern as her mistress behaved in an increasingly aggressive, erratic, and disruptive fashion.

While the conflict was escalating with Damian and Matilda's slave teams, they weren't the only ones having a bad time. Adelaide and Joy both begged Damian to make it stop so that they could get their work done, but he was powerless to make that happen. At least, there was no safe way to put an end to it during class. Not that he didn't know what was causing it, it was hardly the first time that Matilda had been antagonistic toward Hinako. Goblins and Spiders were natural enemies after all. But now with a Bear to antagonize Damian's Bee, and a Bat to be antagonized by Matilda's Clown, the amount of animosity was simply impossible to control. Damian felt humiliated, and none of the day's alchemical experiments came out right.

When the professor called Damian and Matilda to talk to her after class, he wasn't surprised in the least.

Professor Pandora Achlys reared up over her desk and glared at the two students. "What. The. Fuck?" She hissed. "You have both been promising students, and now you're disrupting class with this juvenile bullshit." Her purple hair flared as her body swayed to glare at first one student and then the other.

Matilda did herself no favors. "Damian's slave is such a gross, unmilkable bitch! She's just lanky and disgusting all the time, and it makes it hard to do work. Bullying her out of the class would be doing everyone a solid." She made a grunt that was both exasperated and entitled. "Surely you can see that?"

When the golden eyes of the teacher turned to Damian, he was a bit more philosophical. "Now that we have more slaves, there's real problems with natural antagonism between our teams. Goblin and bat, bear and bee, bat and clown, these are all natural animosities that have nothing to do with the women involved." She looked interested, and he continued. "My suggestion is that we do the same kind of group exercises that Professor Linden put you and your Mongoose co-worker through." The professor reared back in surprise, causing her purple hair to flare out to the sides in a manner that was most menacing.

She held the position for several heartbeats, looking like she was ready to lunge across the desk. Gradually, she became more thoughtful and less agitated. As she thought about it more, a smile formed on her lips, and she tasted the air in anticipation. "Yes, Damian. Perhaps that would be best." Her Slime Pokegirl Bubbles formed up behind Matilda, and placed a smothering hand over the Blade Goblin's mouth.

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Matilda crawled on all fours along the hallway. The checkered tiles of the floor passed by slowly because the Goblin woman was unused to crawling. But whenever she fell too far behind Damian and the leash on her neck became tight, Damian would whip her ass. She was becoming more motivated at crawling, but the fog of horniness was making it harder and harder to remember what she was doing. Next to her, Hinako was crawling as well, but she had hands and feet on the floor. Hinako was able to assume the spider position like a genuine natural, so she had both knees and elbows pointing upwards as she crawled. While Hinako never straggled on the leash, Damian still whipped her whenever he whipped Matilda, for fairness.

When they arrived at the door, Hilda opened it for them. "I'm sorry Mistress," she said, "it must feel like I'm betraying you right now. But I'm not. I love you. And I'm still going to be milked by you. It's just that now... you're going to be milked too. It's better this way, Mistress." The heavy oaken doors swung outward as the Cow Girl flung them open, and inside Professor Pandora Achlys slithered up from her chair.

"Welcome to the faculty dungeon," the teacher pronounced, "I have high hopes for both of you, and so I have arranged for you to be able to use these facilities for the evening." The room had a number of devices of torture and bondage, as well as number of pieces of magitech designed to sexually stimulate in a less painful or restrictive fashion. Professor Achlys wasn't alone by any means. There were four Pokegirls with her, and four restrained Pokegirls beside her. Standing, or at least being upright in some fashion were Bubbles the blue Slime Pokegirl, as well as a green haired woman who seemed to be wearing a trash bag as a dress, another woman's body was dangling from her comically large breasts as if her nipples were tethered to an invisible hook on the ceiling, finally there was a pink-haired woman whose small size and neotenous appearance could easily have her mistaken for someone much younger - her true age given away by her rodent tail and black mouse ears.

Beatrice was in a stockade, bent over forward with both wrists and neck locked into position. There was another stockade in which E-Lain had been fastened. They were face to face, close enough to kiss if they so chose, their naked asses undefended and open to molestation. Beside them was a table that had a great many dildos, crops, whips, and floggers; truly a wealth of options for anyone inclined to stimulate or torment either Bee or Bear.

Barbara was tied to Clara and they were both suspended by ropes. Barabara hung upside down and Clara hung rightside up, and both of them were tied such that they could lick the other's vagina if they were so inclined. Clara in particular seemed more inclined to escape her predicament, but her legs were roped to a heavy weight on the floor even as her arms were roped to a winch above her head with a pretty severe set of knots. Barbara's predicament was similar, save that the weight on the floor was attached with rope to her wrists while the winch above her was connected to her ankles.

Damian dog waked Matilda and Hinako into the center of the room, and the teacher slithered up to meet them. "The only effective way to overcome type animosity is through shared domination." Professor Achlys bared her fangs hungrily. "Beatrice and E-Lain will get fucked in the stockades until they kiss and make up. Clara and Barbara will be whipped and flogged until they succumb to the lure of pussy licking." She reached into one of the giant pockets of her lab coat and withdrew two vials. "And finally, Matilda and Hinako will be milked. Naturally, that means you're both going to have to drink some lactation concoction. These are unstable breast enlargement potions that will make you lactate like crazy. Once you submit to being milked together, you won't be compelled to fight anymore."

Hinako opened her mouth like an obedient bitch-slave, but Matilda shook her head in denial and fear. "No! No milking. Subs get milked!" The teacher smiled knowingly and Damian used the lash of submission on her several times. He smacked her on the back, he smacked her on the butt, he brought the lash up between her legs and smacked her right over her pussy. "Ah! Ah! Aaaaaaah!" Matilda came from her torment and her eyes crossed as she opened her mouth for the potion to be poured in. She gulped it down hungrily, submitting to the chain of events that she knew would inevitably follow.

The teacher turned to her Mouse Pokegirl to offer some suggestions. "The breast potions don't work without food, they'll need something to eat. If you go right to the floor edge, there's a four inch orange door hinge. If you forage in storage, you'll find porridge from Norwich." The little woman scampered to the hidden mini-fridge, and returned with two bowls of what looked like oatmeal. These were placed on the floor in front of Matilda and Hinako, and the two of them began licking it up like dogs at a water bowl. Hinako simply rotated her head down and chowed in, but Matilda's resolve lasted only a heartbeat longer. The breast potion created a hunger that simply would not wait for dignity of any sort.

While Matilda and Hinako were eating themselves into having bigger, milkier tits, Bubbles and the Pokegirl wearing a trashbag came to molest the Bear and Bee. Bubbles looked at the various dildos and chose none of them, opting instead to sculpt a penis-like appendage out of her own blue slimy body. The trashy lady attached a harness to her hips and then smeared gunk on E-Lain's rear. "Weird flex," E-Lain protested, "but I ain't kissing my opp beta cuck bee bitch from Ohio. No cap." Black dildo and blue jelly phallus began pounding the pussies of Bear and Bee respectively, but irrespective of any complaints. E-Lain flailed vigorously, but could not gain purchase and had no way to stop herself from being mercilessly fucked. Beatrice kept her butt stinger inside her body, having been ordered to accept her humiliating jelly fucking by her master. Once the Trash Pokegirl had forced an orgasm out of E-Lain, the two stockaded Pokegirls began kissing in earnest. Beatrice's submissive humming signaled an end to the animosity between them. The Slime Pokegirl and Trash Pokegirl could have stopped hammering the pussies of Beatrice and E-Lain at that point. The mission was accomplished, and the former enemies could be released. But the other Pokegirls chose to continue fucking the helpless cunts for some time.

The tits-up floating Pokegirl bent over backward while hanging in the air. Her head was at Clara's level, but pointing the same direction as Barbara's. "Yhoo may whan to bite the puh-oossy in fron of yhoo," the tits-up Pokegirl wheezed, "bhut yhoo musht khisss the puh-oosy nicely. Every bhite, whill fuh-eel the lassh." Her breasts shrank with a hissing sound, and she floated down until her fingers could just barely reach down and grab a flog and a cane. Her tits grew again with a squeal, and she again rose into the air. It was a surreal spectacle, as in the arched shape she made by dangling from her breasts, the tools of punishment were being held in what was topologically the area above her head. As Bat and Clown bit down hard enough on each other's thighs to draw blood, they both learned that the tits-up Pokegirl was still able to swing the toys with some force. With every swing, her dangling legs swung back and forth chaotically, her floating breasts doing absolutely nothing to absorb the force.

Barbara was a faster learner than Clara. And so it was that by the time Clara and Barbara were tenderly kissing and licking each other's pussies, that Barbara had more bite marks on her thighs while Clara had more stripes on her back and butt. They both found that they enjoyed carpet licking more than they enjoyed being savagely caned, and even found that they enjoyed it more than being released. Bat and Clown continued kissing and licking each other's genitals even after the knots were undone and the two Pokegirls released to the floor, they remained in a sixty-nine as they pleasured each other into a sisterhood of friendship.

Matilda's breasts grew much more dramatically than did those of Hinako. Hinako's breasts inflated to a solid C+, while Matilda's just kept growing and growing, tugging painfully yet erotically on her chest. They stopped at very round Fs, but it was clear that they were very sensitive. Both in the erotic sensitivity sense and in the raw newly stretched skin sensitivity sense. Anything that touched them was at that moment both a burning pain and a sexual shock that turned the faucet on in her pussy. A bowl was provided for them to share. "Start milking. Start mooing." When Matilda didn't respond immediately, Damian whipped her tits with his lash of submission. Then he whipped Hinako's breasts. For fairness.

Hilda leaned down and spoke into her mistress' ear. "This is going to be so good for you. For us. All you have to do is moo. It feels so good to moo. To be milked. You're going to cum and you'll be mooing. Do it Mistress! Moo! Moo and submit! Moo and cum!" Taking her own advice, Hilda popped her breasts out of the top of her dress and began fondling them. "Ooooh. Mooooo. It's so good Mistress. Moooo. I'm going to cum, Mistress! We're both going to cum! Moo-hoo-hoo!"

There was very real reluctance on Matilda's part. Still, anyone who saw the stupidly horny expression on her face during her tit-whipping knew that the ending had already been written. Hinako didn't even try to resist, and began boob squeezing and mooing in earnest. The Spider Girl rotated her head back in submissive ecstasy as her nipples began making sticky colostrum. With two Pokegirls milking themselves on either side of her, Matilda succumbed to peer pressure quickly, and began tugging her own overly sensitive nipples. "Ungh! Oh no! Moooo! I'm mooing! I'm mooing like a slave! Oh no! Moo! Moooooo!" The ecstasy of giving in to lactation, and her words gave way to incoherent moos as her nipples erupted with a mind-altering titgasm.

The teacher coiled up to Damian. "You haven't had a chance to orgasm, you poor thing." She stuck out her tongue and tasted his ear. "My Bianca also hasn't had a chance to get fucked, the poor thing. She's a Witch of the Mizune school, you know? I heard about what you do to Witches. I'm sure that Bianca would enjoy that, once she realizes that she has no choice." Professor Achlys called over the pink-haired Mouse Witch. When the small woman came up, she introduced them. "This is Bianca, she's a Poison Mouse Witch; and this is Damian, he's a Succubus Goat Demon. Now, tell Bianca what your rule for Witches is." The professor smiled like she'd eaten something delicious.

Damian was nearly a foot taller than the pink-haired woman, though she could eat away several inches of the difference if her black mouse ears stood up. "Well Bianca," he said with equal parts confidence and menace, "my rule for Witches is 'if it goes in your ass, it goes in your mouth.'" Bianca's breath caught in surprise, and she emitted a squeak. "So I'm going to fuck your tiny asshole, and then you're going ass to mouth when you suck my dick." His declaration made her eyes bulge.

At her mistress' nod, Bianca hesitantly dropped her black and white striped skirt to the floor. She divested herself of her black and white striped shirt. Her body revealed, she was quite unvoluptuous, barely having breasts or hips worthy of the name. Her smooth pussy gave no indication as to whether her pink hair was an alchemical choice or the result of her corruption effects. The pussy looked like it would be very warm and tight, but Damian had no intention of using it for anything. When she turned around, her mouse tail needed to be pulled aside to give him access to the cute butthole between her tiny butt cheeks. Professor Achlys slathered her own hand in a bright green slop and then ran that hand over Damian's cock. "This is an edible lubricant," she hissed, "so you can sodomize Bianca brutally, and still make her suck you off." Bianca squeaked at the suggestion.

With his dick properly slippery, he pulled it out of his teacher's hand and pressed the head against her slave's asshole. "Oh!" Bianca squeaked. "It's so big! It's too big for my asshole!" She shouted in alarm as Damian's bitch-tamer pressed forward into her endless void. The muscles of her anus gripped hard and he pressed on. He pushed deeper and deeper until his nuts touched her thighs, and the entire time Bianca was just bawling in pain. "Ow! Ow! Owwww! Why? Mistress! It's too big for my ass!" A funny thing happened though. As he bottomed out, he felt a feeling of power. He felt that he'd leveled up. Bianca felt something too, and the tenor of her cries changed dramatically. "Oh! Oooooh! Mistress! He has it! He has the Poison Tamer ability! I'm gonna cum! I can't stop it! Oh no! I'm gonna cum with his tamer dick in my little ass! Ooooooooh!" Her tiny pussy made a tiny puddle on the floor as she came explosively. The emphatic squeezing of her orgasming back passage milked an orgasm out of Damian as well.

The Mouse Witch knew what was expected of her. Once he pulled his rod free of her asshole, she dropped to her knees and began to worship his cock with her tongue. Whatever flavor the lubricant was, Bianca absolutely couldn't get enough of it. He wondered what flavor it actually was, remembering that she was poison aspect like all of his Pokegirl slaves; and that like them her tastes in food and drink were not to be trusted. To his nose, it smelled kind of like grapefruit and beer, but it definitely brought out the "mmms" and "yumms" out of the Mouse Witch. While she was industriously and thoroughly cleaning the cum and lube off his cock, Damian was starting to get hard again. Part of him just wanted to roughly throat fuck the Pokegirl, but there were other things to take care of.

Turning his attentions to Matilda, he saw that she had put quite a lot of milk in the bowl. Hinako had helped, but Matilda and Hilda had produced much more milk than the Spider Girl's more moderate titties had done. Damian walked over and casually whipped Matilda and Hinako on their breasts, causing them both to gasp and moo. Then he picked up the bowl and drank some of it. It tasted fresh and buttery. Then he poured some on Hinako and Matilda's breasts, and the women took turns licking milk off each other's chests. They both went cross eyed with submissive lust, and collapsed tit-first onto the floor.

A funny thing happened with Matilda. The big titted bimbo Goblin got her rear up in the air. She had her knees and tits on the floor and then arche her back and reached with her hands to spread her ass cheeks. With her dripping pussy totally on display, Damian recognized that she was tripodding, a natural position of submission for big breasted sluts. "I see you've embraced your own surrender, Matilda." Just saying it out loud made his cock even harder and made her moo softly in agreement. "Well, it would be rude to refuse an invitation like that." His cock entered her flooded pussy with a schlorp. Matilda moaned in surrender and took it like a bitch in heat.

He slid his sword into her sheath, and she sighed in gratitude. His hips pistoned in and out as the black haired Goblin Warrior grunted and mooed in satisfaction. Sensing her desire for domination, Damian spanked her butt again and again, provoking her to squeeze herself even tighter on his invading manhood. "Aaaaaaah! Mooooo! Oooooooh! Cummmming!" She incoherently cried out her orgasm.

Twitching with each thrust as Damian pounded her ridiculously sensitive post-orgasmic body in an attempt to seek his own release, Matilda could do nothing but smile and receive. Her mind emptied itself of thoughts other than the massive impalement she was receiving in her conquered cunt. Her own slave brought her horned head down to her level. "Things will be so much better now, Mistress. No more fighting." He filled her hungry pussy with jizz.

The teacher slithered over and surveyed his handiwork. "Very nice. Her bitch hole has totally surrendered. What kind of collar are you going to put on your new bimbo?" She said it with an ironic anticipation, but even without he could sense the trap. She was coiled and ready to strike.

Smirking, Damian shook his head. "No kind of collar. The purpose of these sessions is to overcome animosity between Pocket Monsters with incompatible types, not to permanently enslave trainers." He shrugged. "No, on Wednesday, we'll have Alchemy class again, and we'll just be regular students in the same class. She's submitting today but tomorrow she goes back to being a dominant. And the day after and the day after that she will be a domme. She probably won't even want me to say much about tonight's submission."

Damian got up and Hinako dutifully began cleaning his cock with her mouth. Professor Achlys nodded her head. "That's the correct answer." She didn't say what she would have done if Damian had given an incorrect answer, but he could guess. "Do you have any requests for Wednesday's class? For after class?"

"Well," he said cockily, "for after class, you should make sure that your asshole is nice and clean. See, you're a Witch, Professor Pandora Achlys. And there's a rule for Witches..." The professor tasted the air. She smiled.

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When Damian and his Pokegirls got back to their dorm room, Adelaide and Willow were already in bed. Pippi was on the floor next to that bed, sucking her thumb and crying. The Frog Artist opened one of her large eyes. "How did it go with Matilda?"

Tired enough to not be able to spend any time studying, Damian immediately started stripping and dumping his clothes in the laundry hamper. "Oh, it went fine. Matilda's team isn't going to fight with mine anymore. Also, she has big tits now. Like, F-cup big tits." Reaching into the drawers, he grabbed some uninteresting pajamas. That night he intended to sleep, rather than have more sex.

"Oh," Adelaide said, "that's good." She didn't even try to work out what the connection was between the two outcomes. She snuggled into the Pokegirl slave she was engaged to, and went back to sleep.

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Well, we all get to have some more Clara nightmares, but it has been more than 10 chapters since chapter 9, so promises kept!

My attempt at joining the Literotica contest community didn't go well, so I won't be doing that anymore. The worst thing for a writer is not to get criticism, but to be ignored. If the audience doesn't click on the rating stars, it's just like I didn't share my writing at all. Next release is going to be Fighting Them There Chapter 12.

What I have received is quite a few requests for a continuation of Stop Enslaving My Friends! so I think you're pretty likely to see that come out some time in April. The people have spoken and all that.