PMU: Damian's Story Ch. 21

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Professor Linden gestured at a slide that showed several Pokegirls carrying instruments on a stage. The title said GROUP INTERACIONS. "There are two kinds of Pocket Monster group synergy based on skills classes. These are associative and patronage synergies. Associative synergy is a training improvement noted in groups of three or more Pocket Monsters with the same skills class. Since this is common and important, the groupings have names. A group of Artists is a band, a group of Demons is a pack, a group of Witches is a coven, a group of Senseis is a school, and a group of Warriors is a squad. OK, who wants to... oh, fuck it. Gary, do you want to explain Patronage?" It turned out that he very much did.

Gary stood up. "Of course. A Pokegirl with a skills class can benefit from being trained by a Pokegirl with a complementary skills class. Warriors benefit from the training of Senseis, Artists benefit from the training of Warriors, Demons benefit from the training of Artists, Witches benefit from the training of Demons, and Senseis benefit from the training of Witches. It's called the patronage cycle, and the best teams have a Pokegirl from each of the five skills classes so that each Pokegirl can have her pussy trained with full efficiency by another Pokegirl on the team." He folded his arms. "Lesser known and studied is the higher patronage cycle of Goddess, Totem, and Titan; but only a few trainers in history have ever had more than one enslaved Pokegirl with a divine skills class." He nodded to himself, satisfied with his answer.

"Sure," the teacher said, "although I would add that patronage training can be applied to or by trainers as well as Pokegirls." The yellow dots on her black shirt spiraled into her nipples, drawing all eyes to her massive melons. "Every trainer is also a Pocket Monster, and yes that includes everyone in this room. Since almost all trainers are blessed with a skills class, you should consider associative and patronage synergies for yourself. That is, if you're an Artist, you should find two other Artists to make a band and find a Warrior to train you. If you're a Witch, you should find some other Witches to make a coven with and find a Demon to train you." It was certainly food for thought.

Damian had a date with a Witch to train that very evening. Samantha had agreed to come over to his dorm with a cleaned asshole. She was going ass to mouth again. Eventually she was going to grow to love his harsh treatment of her asshole, craving the lash of his whip and anal penetration by his hard cock. Or else she wouldn't. Either way, that's what was going to happen to her. But from what he'd just been learning in Bestiary class, this was actually helpful for her and he should find her some more Witches to get trained along side. Not that he had two more Witches lined up for the purpose.

He wasn't sure if his Alchemy teacher intended to let him sodomize her or not. When last they'd met, she'd certainly implied that she was going ass to mouth on his cock at the next opportunity. Even if that was on the table, she certainly had her own coven already, so he'd have to find other Witches to train as butt sluts. Witches who could be peers with Samantha and bend over side by side while he dominated their assholes. It would be easier if she nominated her own coven-sisters, but for that he really needed to take Samantha to stage seven sexual bullying: Propagation.

He thought about the Witches and potential Witches he knew. Hinako was going to become a Witch as soon as she learned to use one of the spells, but she wasn't likely to be a core coven member. Rini hung out with the rest of the Rabbits at lunch time, but he was pretty sure he hated him. No real chance of her volunteering to be anally dominated and trained by him. That brought him to Lucinda from English class. She was beautiful when she was embarrassed and flustered, and he very much wanted to bully her into submission. Making the Emotion Witch embrace ass to mouth was certainly on his bucket list, but not something he expected to achieve any time soon. Robin from Mathemagic class had already licked his cum off of Samantha's face, so the Fire Witch was well on her way to allowing him to dominate her butt. And Morgana from his English class might hate him, but she was also Samantha's friend and he figured it probably wouldn't be that hard to break her as a butt bitch if she got to be with her friend.

Putting thoughts of Samantha's subjugation aside, he had a different problem: Himself. He needed a few more Demons to be a pack with. The only Demon he'd fucked was Esmeralda, and he wasn't sure that she was pack material. He wasn't sure that she wasn't, but there was definitely a reason that he'd sent her back to Courtney with a collar on her neck. The Darkness Goblin was submissive to the point that it wasn't challenging to dominate her. Kendra at the Fighting Gym was a Demon, but she was a few years ahead of him and also had tried to ring shark him into accepting a bet where she got to sexually dominate him. She didn't seem like a great choice. He also needed to get trained by an Artist. His roommate was a Frog Artist, but Adelaide was a lesbian in a committed relationship with her high school crush. Plus she was going to be his roommate until the end of the year, and he didn't want to make that all weird. Basically, he decided that he needed to ask Courtney to do some training sessions with him. Training sessions where she trained him. The Loud Noise Rabbit was an Artist, she could be his patron.

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"... and so that's why I want you to be my patron." Damian had laid it out, and Courtney seemed to consider it. He decided to sweeten the deal. "Beatrice is a Warrior, so she could be your patron during training sessions. And as a Demon, if you have any Witches you want me to give patronage to, I can do that." Rini choked on her Waldorf salad, coughing to signal that she didn't need to be Heimliched. Her pink eyes flashed with emotion.

Phoebe had needed a whole new wardrobe after she had grown to a more human size. She was still quite small, and Damian thought that she still had some growing to do as her corruption stabilized. At the moment, she was wearing a puffy jacket and giant headphones that completed an ensemble probably inspired by a Natalie Portman character. "Mistress, this is a perfect opportunity to peg him in the fucking ass. You can fuck his ass like a bitch! He'll cry and cum from his bitch dick while you painfully fuck his ass with your strap on." So hungry was the manic Pixie that she had completely lost interest in her food. Damian did his best to ignore her suggestions, and hoped Courtney did as well.

The twins came back to the table, looking annoyed. "Someone took all the mild roast coffee," Annie complained, "and now there's nothing left but high intensity coffee." Her sister nodded. "And there's no cream!" Cathy added.

Humming in thought, Beatrice had a suggestion. "You could take the high intensity coffee and just add water, then it will be like the medium intensity coffee. Hmmm. And if there's no cream, you can use butter, because that's basically the same thing." The Rabbit cheerleaders looked at the Bee Pokegirl and said nothing. Inwardly, Damian reiterated his promise to himself to never allow Beatrice to make coffee for him.

Courtney began removing her clothes. She was playful about it, teasing her friends and slaves even more than she teased Damian. "Damian, we're going to play a choking game." She popped her bra cups open to show him her nipples very briefly and then made as if she was redressing before she took it off for real. Once removed entirely, Courtney tossed the bra across the table to Annie. The Static Rabbit caught it with a smile, and teased back with a fake kissy face while the Loud Noise Rabbit shimmied out of her skirt and panties. When Courtney and Annie had done their playful eroticism, Damian was confronted with eroticism that was decidedly less play. "You're going to choke me," she declared while moving his hand to her neck, "but I'm going to be in control. I won't be able to talk or shout, so you have to watch my fingers." She held up a fist next to her head, and then opened it, then showing him fingers going up and down. "When fingers go down, you choke harder. When fingers go up, you lighten the choking. If all the fingers open up into a starfish, you let go altogether. You got that?" He nodded that he did.

A very naked Courtney placed her tail on the table, spreading her legs to reveal her very available pussy. She thrust her naked chest forward, her delectably perky breasts displayed and accessible. "Do you want me to choke you with one hand or two?" His heart sense revealed that she wanted both. She wanted him to dominate her in many ways that he was not going to do at that moment. This wasn't about breaking Courtney or even bringing her to orgasm, this was training. He wasn't going to cheat with his lash, with Beatrice's cunt honey, or with any magic at all. This was all about following her directions and using his own hands to bring her pleasure. And maybe, hopefully, some other parts of his body as well.

She smiled at him. "Just one, please. You're not actually strangling me. You're making me feel like I'm being strangled. Your other hand... well, I'm sure you can think of things to do with it." He looked up and down her body, taking in the curves of the Rabbit Artist. He could indeed think of places his other hand could go.

The pink haired Rabbit Witch raised an objection. "Courtney, you really shouldn't let a Demon choke-fuck you. It's dangerous. You could end up being dominated and collared as his bitch." Her voice shook with genuine concern.

"Relax Rini," Courtney said to her wealthy friend, "Damian had me collared before. We're... I'm not sure what we are. But it's more like sex-friends than master and slave." She shrugged and turned her attentions back to Damian. She raised her hand next to her face with fingers extended. Looking Damian right in the eyes, she lowered one finger.

Knowing what was expected of him, he placed a hand on her neck, and squoze gently. His left hand reached up to her breast and began mauling it with decidedly less gentleness. A groan escaped her, it sounded more aroused than afraid. She leaned her titflesh into his hand and lowered a second finger. Damian increased the pressure and Courtney's eyes bulged. She lowered a third finger finger and it was only a few seconds later that she opened all of her fingers. He released her neck. "Was that too much?" He could sense her desire for domination, but he also didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

A few coughs later, Courtney shook her head. "I think if that's a three, we don't need four or five. That rabbit tamer ability you have might apply to this, it's really intense. But no, that wasn't too hard." She looked down his body with a conspiratorial grin. "You know what is too hard?" They locked eyes and he nodded. "Get those pants off so you can fuck me during round two."

It was a tempting offer, and Damian complied by divesting himself of his clothing. He didn't make a game of it or tease anyone. He simply took off his clothes and handed them to Hinako, whose long arms reached out and plucked each article as it left his body. The digression wasn't enough to make his manhood completely deflate, and looking at the spread legs and presented neck and breasts of Courtney was enough to make it fully harden. She put down one finger and he put one hand to her neck and the other to his own cock to guide it into her bunny hole. Once he had begun penetration, he was able to transfer that second hand to her breast, and she put down her second finger.

As he began establishing a rhythm, Courtney shifted between one finger and two, and he kept his attention rapt on her traffic light hand signs. He pounded her wet pussy with increasing vigor and then stopped because she had opened her hand. His dick yearned to root itself into her, but he held still. Courtney leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth, then dropped two fingers to signal him to start hard. He was happy to comply. Her strong legs wrapped around him and she stopped him and then restarted him. Three times she did that, bringing both of them to the edge and then putting a halt to the proceedings. When she finally allowed him to cum in her, she came with him. He'd filled her like a Twinkie, and when he released her neck they shared a deep tongue-kiss. For some reason, that seemed to make Rini and Cathy more uncomfortable than the choking and fucking had.

All in all, Damian thought it was pretty good training, and there was probably something to the patronage synergy idea. He reminded himself that he needed to advance Barbara into being a Sensei so that she could help Beatrice with her own training. As his semen dripped out of Courtney's well-fucked hole, he thought about how complicated it was to maintain all the relationships for a harem of Pokegirls. And how much more complicated it was to maintain the relationships with his sex friends who weren't part of his harem of slaves.

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On Damian's way to English class, he noticed Lucinda step into the bathroom. The green haired Emotion Goblin Witch didn't have the largest tits, but what she had looked fantastic on her dancer's frame. Even with her green bangs completely covering one of her eyes, she looked beautiful to him. He knew she'd look even more beautiful if she was embarrassed and flustered, and he wanted to make that happen. Checking the time on his Pokedex, he saw there was still quite a bit before class started, so he decided to follow her in.

She was in one of the stalls, and Damian just washed his hands to pass the time. When it seemed like she was about done, he went and loitered next to the door so that she nearly bumped into him when she walked out. Lucinda was startled, and balked, but she was even more startled when Damian grabbed her wrists and dragged her over to the sink.

"You're so beautiful Lucinda," Damian said as he started turning the water on in the sink, "and you're even more beautiful when you're being harassed." He dragged her hands one at a time into the water and began washing them. While she was tall for a woman, she wasn't as tall or nearly as broad as Damian, so he loomed over and around her. He pressed his chest against her back, which necessarily meant that she could feel the growth of his package with the top of her butt. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Lucinda. You are absolutely gorgeous while I'm bullying you."

Her red eyes widened and her breath caught. The mirror showed her her own beautiful face and Damian's own hungry expression. "I... I saw what you did to Samantha," she objected, "I heard you say what your rule for Witches is." Her jawline took a defiant edge, and that was beautiful too.

Damian smiled. "Yes Lucinda. If it goes in your ass, it is going in your mouth. That's the rule. But that's not happening today." He smirked. "You don't want anything poked into your butthole right now, but look at how good you look when you think about how much you don't want it." Pocket Monster University always made sure that there were many personal cleaning products in every toilet, bath, and shower. The hall lavatories in the humanities building didn't have the most exciting selection, but there were still several hand soaps to choose from. Damian selected an apple blossom liquid soap and began lathering her hands. He ran his fingers between hers, getting them slick with soap and bubbly with an aroma that was both floral and fruity.

Looking down at her dainty hands and the larger hands that were scrubbing them, Lucinda was very confused. "What are you doing?" She asked, and then preempting an answer that might be literal and unhelpful, she added, "Why are you doing this" There was an unease in her voice.

"Well Lucinda," he said while pulling her soapy hands into the stream of water. "I'm invading your personal space. You're lovely, and you respond to invasive attention by becoming even more lovely. I'm washing your hands, because you don't want me to do it and you're so alluring while you're thinking about me doing things to you that you don't want." He sniffed her green hair, and she blushed like a pink rose. "But equally, I'm only bullying you enough to color your cheeks. If I pushed you too far, you'd blast me with fairy magic and I'd be crushed with emotional damage." He leaned into her, and his manhood poked through his pants to be felt by her athletic rear. "I want you to dance. To imagine the future where I bully you so much more. I'm washing your hands, but when you're ready to go ass to mouth, you'll clean your asshole for me yourself." Her breath caught as she imagined it. She imagined pulling her cheeks apart so Damian could bully her final destination. She imagined sinking to her knees and surrendering with her mouth. She imagined terrible futures and it made her want to run and dance. She thought of the things Damian might do to her, and she didn't want them. Couldn't possibly want them.

The bathroom door opened and Morgana walked in. Her straight black hair had a sleekness to it, and her face twisted in rage. "Damian!" She shouted, and pointed. Her black hair drills bounced furiously. "You think you're so tough just because you got to punish fuck Samantha? Fuck you!" He was so surprised that he released Lucinda's wrists. The Emotion Goblin spun away from him, making a ballerina's escape. Then she bounded away, leaving the bathroom to the two black haired trainers.

Annoyed at the loss of his victim, and still visibly aroused in his low country, Damian turned to the Astral Elf Witch with a scowl. "What is your fucking problem? I was having a totally chill bullying session with Lucinda and you had to get all up in my shit." By his tally, he was on the verge of pestering her into second stage degradation: Denial.

Bolstered by platform shoes with extreme heels, Morgana stood nearly eye to eye with Damian. She didn't have much in the way of curves, especially considering that she was a PMU student, but her black and white dress played well with the body type that she had. The black lace and white bows centered her slender frame and made her look elegant and deliberate. "I challenge you, Damian." She crossed her arms and struck a pose. "Three on three. Psychic Gym. Just like when it was you and Samantha, but this time it'll be you who gets punish fucked." Her black lipstick drew attention to the cruelty of her smile.

A part of him wanted to rise to her challenge, to face Morgana in the arena and punish fuck her in front of an audience of her peers. But equally, he knew that he just didn't have time. "Nope." He unraveled his lash of submission and whacked Morgana in the shoulder. It was super effective. The goth Witch let out a squeal of surprise and raised her arms reflexively to defend her face. He struck her quickly on the hip and the flank.

Despite the fact that he hadn't placed his lash against her tits or cunt, or even against her naked flesh at all, the super effective power was having a strong effect on Morgana. She could feel the darkness, and the fact was that her pussy yearned to be filled with dark power. Her traitorous twat was juicing up in anticipation, hoping to submit to his demonic magic. The resistant part of her mind tried to strike back. A peculiar ray blasted into Damian, but had no apparent effect. He smiled, and threw her to the floor. The Witch caught herself easily, and the fighting aura was not very effective against her at all, but it left her in a compromising position. Morgana on all fours had her skirt-clad rump accessible to his lashings. He began doing exactly that. Thwick. "Uhhhh." Thwick. "Uhhhh." Thwick. "Uhhhh." The battle was over. Morgana was no longer even trying to fight back, instead waving her butt as an invitation for continued whippings.

Damian got down on his knees himself, positioned behind the Astral Elf. He flipped her skirt up. Then he had to flip more skirt up. She had layers of skirt and petticoat and slip, stacked like an onion's skin protecting her juicy pussy and tender asshole from molestation. It was the work of seconds but it felt like an eternity before her black panties were successfully unwrapped from the layers of cloth and lace. Once revealed, Damian placed the black whip against her black gusset and she moaned. He smacked her soaking camel toe and she moaned even more. "We're not going to have a match, Morgana. Instead, I'm going to dominate you right now. You're going to submit, Morgana. You're going ass to mouth like a good little Witch and you're going to cum." Damian's powerful fingers slipped into the waistband of her panties.

"Ohhhhh nooooo..." The Elf trainer moaned as her winking dark star was exposed to the air. She kept her legs spread and her backside upturned, dreading but not resisting a penetration she had accepted as inevitable.

A Pokeball clattered to the ground and a blond haired Bee Warrior took form. Standing over the crawling Witch, the extremeness of her curves were event more blatant. Beatrice's wasp waist and large breasts made for a strange juxtaposition, and even after her proportions had humanized with her lowering corruption, Damian still had her wear thick corsets to obscure how thin her waist really was. She was also wearing a short jacket that obscured how abruptly her waist narrowed under her breasts. By contrast, Morgana's hips flared only slightly from her waist, and her perky B-cup breasts scarcely needed a bra. The Witch's skirts had obscured a substantial thigh gap, which put her wet pussy on display when she was on all fours. Damian gave her a slap with the whip on her naked sex, causing it to juice even more.

"Beatrice? I'm going to ass-fuck this Witch. I'm going to need some cunt honey on my cock and in her asshole." He started taking his pants off. He was still hard from when he'd been harassing Lucinda, and now his cock was getting impatient. He spared a look at Beatrice's arm and added, "You don't need to stab her little rump with your stingers." She shrugged, and the blades retracted into her arms with a SNAKT.

Humming happily, the Bee Warrior retrieved a jar from her yellow jacket and began greasing Damian's pole. "Master Damian has a very dominating cock. Mmmm. You're going to be so tame once you submit to this." Satisfied with the glorping of his manhood, she turned her attention to Morgana's asshole. She dipped a finger into the jar and then pushed it into the Witch's tight sphincter. "Hmmm, this is a very tight butthole. It seems that you've never been buggered. Mmmmm. Your asshole won't be ready for how thoroughly he's going to dominate it." The Bee's finger went in and out of Morgana's hole, preparing it for a second finger. When the second finger went in, Morgana whimpered. "Hmmm. We need to get this hole ready for Master Damian's cock. You're about to be dominated. Once your asshole submits to Master Damian, he's going to own you." Beatrice's fingers began pumping Morgana's rear, really getting it ready for an even larger intruder.

Damian kissed his Pokegirl on the cheek. "I think she's ready now. Morgana's a Witch, so she needs to follow the rules. The rule for Witches is that if it goes in their ass, it goes in their mouth. So put those honey fingers into her mouth and make her suck them clean." The Pokegirl's fingers withdrew with a shlorp sound. When they were brought to Morgana's face, she wrinkled her nose and balked. SNIKT! Beatrice's blade stinger extended from her other hand and she leveled it at the Witch's eye. Morgana acquiesced, and opened her mouth obediently to lick the honey off of the Bee's fingers. The aphrodisiac poison worked quick, and soon she was sucking the fingers for real.

He could wait no longer, and Damian's crown entered Morgana's throne. The honey had provided lubrication, and Beatrice's fingering had stretched the sphincter to accommodate an intrusion, but Damian's rod was simply bigger than that. The black haired woman's anal opening was still stretched farther than it had even gone before. "Ooooooh!" The Witch howled as she was truly sodomized for the first time. It was painful in a manner she'd never experienced, but it also tickled her in a way she'd never imagined. She realized that she was cumming. Then she realized that Damian was cumming in her, and she came some more.

When his penis pulled out of her asshole, Morgana started to collapse. But before her face hit the tiles, Damian grabbed her by the top of her head and manhandled her into a kneeling position. He stepped around in front of her and grabbed the hair drills on the side of her head. Using them as handles, he pulled her face into his crotch. She opened her mouth and obediently took his honeyed cock into her pie hole.

Buzzing in her ear, Beatrice offered encouragement. "Mmmm. It felt so good when Master Damian collared me. That can be your future too. You could wear his collar, knowing that you were owned. Mmmmm. Imagine that future. The one where you submit to Damian and become his property." As Morgana gluked on Damian's bitch-breaker, she saw possible futures. She saw a future where Damian latched a collar on her neck and she came. Then she came in the present as well.

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The teacher looked at Morgana with a knowing smirk. "You can take your seat. Class is about to start."

She looked at the hard chair with trepidation. "If it's all the same, I'd rather stand at the moment." She shot an annoyed look at Damian. He smirked back, and she shivered.

Professor Ellen Baker rolled her eyes. "Well, you wouldn't be the first or the last student to have her ass ravished hard enough to avoid chairs." Morgana's pale skin colored slightly, but the largest reaction in class came from Lucinda. The green haired Goblin Witch looked at Morgana with shock, like the Elf had betrayed her personally. Damian thought it was a great look for her, and thought of several ways to put it on her face. The teacher continued right on as if nothing had happened. "So the last time we met, we were all going to think about when it was that Jane becomes the Pokegirl slave of Mr. Rochester." She looked around the room. "Any thoughts?"

Lucinda's hand went up. When the teacher called on her, she stumbled through her proposal. "I think... I think that she does not belong to Mr. Rochester until the end of the book. Like, in chapter thirty-eight, she accepts a marriage collar and she is owned at that point. But before that, she comes and goes. Even when... even when she's ready to submit to him and be collared in chapter twenty-one, she still leaves when Mr. Mason tells her that the collar isn't a top deck and another copy was already in play. Like all Pokegirls, she craves enslavement, and needs to be enslaved, but she wasn't actually enslaved until the very end. She could have gotten a different master or mistress, and several times in the book she almost did." Most of the class clearly didn't agree, which made Lucinda look embarrassed.

The teacher clapped her hands and smiled. "All the characters in the book would agree with you. That was how the status of Pokegirls was understood in that period. When Mr. Rochester puts the slave collar around Blanche's neck, she would be recognized as his, but she would not have been recognized as his Pokegirl even while she was cumming in shame and submission as Mr. Rochester was admitting that he was only sexually torturing her to make Jane jealous. The pact of the collar was recognized as the boundary between a Pokegirl's ownership and independence." She looked around the room. "Anyone have another controversial take?"

Damian raised his hand. "I think we can all agree that Mr. Rochester was not a particularly good trainer. He wasn't good at capturing, he wasn't good at taming, he wasn't good at training. So much of the mess was simply because he didn't keep the corruption down on his first Pokegirl and she turned into a Rainbow Fire Bird Girl. But that aside, a Pokegirl isn't conquered because she is put into a Pokeball or has a slave collar placed on her neck, she can be put into a Pokeball or have a collar placed on her neck because she is conquered! Jane wanted to submit to Mr. Rochester as soon as he started accusing her of witchcraft. And because she wanted to submit to him, she already had." He looked intently at Lucinda, and she did not meet his gaze. "When a dominant puts their hand on the submissive and she doesn't flinch away, the conquest has already happened. Actual fucking and collaring is just a formality."

It caused a lot of cross talk. Truly, Damian had staked out a position that was extreme enough that it was hard to defend. Counter examples abounded, of course. But the teacher was happy that he had sparked discussion, and it clearly got under the skin of Lucinda and Morgana, so he was definitely willing to call it a win.

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The East Asian woman looked at Barbara. She did not look impressed. "There's no chance for you to beat me! Challenge someone else!" Her blue qipao and the white brocades on her ox horns didn't look on first inspection like something that someone would wear to a fight or the gym, and yet she had worn something similar almost every time Damian had seen her in the Fighting Gym. He noted that her dress had been modified to give her more freedom of movement for her legs, which made it much more practical for both fighting and fucking.

"That's actually exactly why we want your help," Damian confirmed, "Barbara needs to have the crap beaten out of her to evolve from a Girl to a Sensei." He put his arm around Barbara's shoulder like a boastful boyfriend. "She also needs to consume a lot of internet porn, but she doesn't need your help for that." She didn't need his help for that either, which he thought was fortunate. Damian had a magical power that alerted him to whether and how the people around him wanted to be dominated, and some of the stuff Barbara was finding on the internet was just freaky. Most submissives wanted fairly similar things from those that they got dominated by, and so Damian's constant passive snooping into peoples' inner lives and hidden perversions didn't often expose him to things that were beyond his own comfort zone. Barbara had convinced him to stop looking over her shoulder in just five minutes.

The Ox Warrior shook her head. "Yes yes, I'm actually busy right now," she waved at the desk, upon which were several papers and also a dildo, "so why don't we leave this for later?"

Damian sighed. "If you're a fighter, you should be excited."

"Not one iota." The Ox Warrior deadpanned.

"Fine," Damian conceded, "I know I'm asking quite a bit from you. What can I do to make it worth your while to subject my Pokegirl to backbreaking physical combat?"

She thought about it for a bit, and gave a flippant answer. "All of you should kneel before me!" She drew the front of her dress to the side, showing how far up her stockings went as well as the color of her panties. They were white.

While the offer had been made flippantly, Damian considered it seriously. "OK," he agreed, "if you beat the shit out of Barbara, I'll kneel down and lick your pussy. Seriously, I'll do it right now." He put his hand on her stocking-clad thigh and proceeded to get down on his knees.

Her initial reaction was one of surprise. It had, after all, been offered in bad faith. She had not actually expected him to accept her offer, she had expected him to get discouraged and fuck off. It was new territory. When her brain had caught up to the situation she found herself in, she decided to immerse herself in the experience. "That's right, fall to your knees... just like every other man who dared challenge me!" As his mouth came close enough that she could feel his breath on her crotch, her own breath quickened with excitement. "What's the matter? Too many kicks to the head? Get in there!"

Pulling her panties to the side, Damian revealed her shaven pussy. He kissed it tenderly, which only revealed that she didn't want anything tender at all. He changed tactics and stuck his tongue in deep while she used her powerful thighs to grind her cunt into his face.

A poorly understand fact about sweat is that it does not inherently stink. When pores are allowed to clog and fester, then when they are finally cleared by sweating the smell is often pungent and repugnant. For the athletes who sweat regularly, the pores never have a chance to develop a bad smell. The woman whose thighs were crushing Damian's head worked out three times a day, and her sweat was delicious. His face was being smashed into a sweaty vagina, but he honestly did not mind, because the taste was mild and very pleasant. Like a well used water fountain, her sweat tasted clean and refreshing, not stagnant at all.

The Chinese looking woman clearly spent much more time than Damian did perfecting her fighting aura, but he suspected that she didn't spend a lot of time practicing her sexual domination. She was not effectively dominating him, she was just getting her pussy licked. So impressed was she by this circumstance that she wrapped her powerful legs around his head and squirted all over his face. The two of them stayed like that for a while, because she was too taken by her orgasmic afterglow to move or leave, and he was still locked between some of the strongest legs he'd ever encountered.

When she finally let him go, she agreed to beat up his Bibliophile Bat Girl. They went to one of the rings, and between jumping high and literally flying with wings, neither had to climb through the ropes. The actual match itself was over in seconds. While the kicks were not very effective, there were a lot of them. And each kick that landed was stronger than the one before. By the time the third kick landed, it was powerful enough to send Barbara flying in a completely different direction than what she had intended.

As Barbara fainted, Damian caught her up in a princess carry. The Bat Girl was surprisingly light. He wasn't sure how much getting beaten up was required to count as back breaking combat, but he was pretty sure that the beating she had just received was a good step towards that. He carried his eyeless Bat Girl all the way to the Health Center.

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When Damian returned to his room, there were women waiting for him. "I know you told Samantha to be here," Adelaide explained, recalling his post-tit-fuck conversation in Mathemagic class, "so I let them in." She waved at Samantha and to Damian's surprise: Robin. Both women had light brown hair that was sometimes accused of being blond, and both women had their large tits on display in matching cow-print lingerie. Robin wore glasses, and Samantha did not.

Marching up into Samantha's personal space, Damian brought his mouth right next to her ear. "Samantha?" he whispered, "why is Robin here dressed like she's about to be trained alongside you?" At his casual confirmation that he intended to subject Samantha to training, she rubbed her thighs together and her breath quickened.

The Witch's nose twitched and she shook her boobs. "I used my hypnotits to convince her of her new truth: that she needed to submit to ass to mouth training. That she needed you to dominate her asshole." She smiled like a child who brought home a good report card.

Damian was certainly impressed. If Samantha could use her hypnotits to convince a trainer to accept anal domination, maybe her original threat of collaring Annie and Cathy hadn't been an idle boast. He needed to know what the limits of her hypnotits actually were, they seemed very powerful. But he was also impressed that she had completed the degradation cycle in just four days. Resistance, Denial, Shame, Arousal, Acceptance, Complicity, and finally: Propagation. If she was recruiting other bitches for him to bully, she had gone all the way to stage seven. It was such an extreme progression of degradation that Damian would assume she was faking it if his heart sense wasn't assuring him that she was not. He could feel that she wanted him to dominate her, that she wanted to watch him dominate her friends.

"Well," he smiled, "I guess it's time to whip you both." Robin looked alarmed, Samantha looked excited. Damian was glad that he'd stopped by the Health Center and regained his PP, the amount of lashing he needed to use that evening was much higher than he'd expected. Where the lash was super effective against Samantha, and her pussy was so arounsed as to be effectively an aquarium, neither applied to Robin. A single lash wouldn't push Robin nearly as far into submission. And despite the conditioning of the hypnotits, Robin wasn't anywhere near level seven degradation. He estimated her as being somewhere between Shame and Acceptance. It would be quite a bit of lashing before the Fire Ox Witch even begged to be allowed to cum, something Samantha would do without any lashing at all. "Turn toward me and present your tits." Looking the large breasted Witches over, he saw that Samantha's idea of presenting was a lot more like what he'd meant. She had her hands under her pendulous protrusions, holding them up as offerings to her demonic patron. Robin, on the other hand, had her fingers over the bumps of her nipples. The black and white bikini top left little to the imagination, and her hands did more to obscure her bountiful beauties than all the cloth on her body.

Crack! The lash struck Samantha's left breast. It was super effective. "Nnnngh!" She sighed nasally. The other Witch turned to her in alarm, her hands still covering her nipples, but leaving her butt unprotected as her hip and shoulder faced Damian. Whack! Whack! Whack! He struck quickly and repeatedly, not on her breasts, but to her backside. "Aaaaah!" Robin squealed in surprise that was both erotic and offended.

Seeing the jealous hunger in Samantha's eyes, Damian slapped her tits with his lash again. It was super effective. Robin's eyes bulged as she saw the dramatic effect it had on the sex-mad Tapir. Damian grabbed the side of Robin's head, his fingers intertwining with light brown hair and closing on her poorly wrapped horn. Pulling her to him, he took her glasses off her face. "You don't need to look at Samantha, you're here to have your ass trained. You're here to have your ass trained by me!" Whack! His lash struck her bottom. "When" Whack! "I" Whack! "Tell" Whack! "You" Whack! "To Show" Whack! "Your" Whack! "Tits!" Whack "You show me your fucking tits!" Whack!

Face reddened with embarrassment and ass cheeks reddened with lash marks, the Fire Witch dropped her hands from her nipples. "Yes Sir." She meekly replied.

"We need to prepare this big titty Cow for training," Damian mused, "Hinako, blind and bind her! Samantha, get my cock wet enough to sodomize her." His hands were preoccupied with manhandling Robin, and so he gave neither help nor hindrance when Samantha unzipped his pants and slathered his dick with saliva.

Hinako rotated her head to look Robin over. "Yes, Master." She unfurled herself from the ceiling and reached her long arms down with sticky threads between her fingers. Damian steered Robin's head into position, and the Spider Girl's threads were spread across the Witch's eyelids. Unable to open her eyes, Robin groaned as Damian pulled her hands above her head. Hinako reached down a second time and wrapped her sticky threads around the Witch's wrists, binding them together.

The peanut gallery was hardly silent. Pippi moaned in frustration, her mistress' panties having been stuffed into her mouth. "You see that, Pippi?" Adelaide asked rhetorically. "Robin is submitting to bondage, just like you did. But unlike you, she's going to get fucked. That's because she has a desirable ass and a wanted pussy. The reason I'm not going to fuck you is that your pussy is pathetic and weird." Pippi made another defeated groan. "If you want to cum, you're going to have to rub your pitiful cunt on the chair until you shame yourself with a commiserable orgasm." Pippi started crying as she feebly flailed her bottom lips against the upholstery of the chair. Willow and Adelaide laughed at the Pathetic Fish Girl's predicament.

"Why?" Robin gasped, as Damian's hands roamed over her body.

"We're doing this because you're a Witch," Damian explained, "a Witch must always be hunted." He looked down at the other Witch, who was submissively fellating him. "Samantha dear, present yourself so that Hinako can blind and bind you as well." He slid his cock out of her disappointed throat, but she still smiled up at him.

Her massive mammaries jiggled distractingly as she stood up and put her palms up as if in prayer. "Of course, Sir." She closed her eyes as the Spider Girl reached down from the dorm ceiling to spread cobwebs across her eyes and around her wrists. She sighed in anticipation and she was rewarded with a lash to the butt. It was super effective, and she squealed like a Tapir. Then Damian gave a lash to each of Robin's udders, and the Fire Witch mooed in defeat.

Damian smiled. "Both of you Witch bitches are going to submit. Your bodies instinctively know the position of submission. Get down into it." Both large breasted bimbo Witches began tripodding: placing their knees, tits, and faces onto the floor and waving their rear ends. They couldn't quite complete the position, because both of them had their wrists bound and they couldn't spread their own ass cheeks to facilitate a dominant penetration. Seeing their predicament, Damian again turned to his slaves for help. "Beatrice, Barbara, hold the asses of these bitches open and spit on their assholes so that I can dominate their buttholes." Before the two Pokegirls had grabbed a single cheek, the Witches were already moaning in submissive anticipation. Once the spit was in place, Damian lined himself up with two fingers at Samantha's back door, and his singular bitch-breaker at Robin's.

As Damian slammed his cock ball's deep into Robin's asshole, he felt a glorious feeling that almost made him miss the glorious feeling of taking Robin's anal virginity. He had leveled up. Again. "Are you fucking serious?" Adelaide exclaimed, and grabbed her Pokedex. "It's for real! You have Witch Tamer now. How do you get those abilities so quickly?" Damian didn't have an answer to the question, but the two Witches in question certainly seemed to appreciate it. Both screamed in ecstasy as they were overcome by orgasms from their vanquished rears.

Robin needed little encouragement to suck the cock that had deflowered her anus, taking to Damian's rule for Witches like a Cow to pasture. While the web-blinded woman was putting lips to dick, a knock came at the door. When a confused Willow answered the door, she turned back to Damian. "It's for you." Morgana timidly stepped into the already crowded dorm room.

Damian looked over the new arrival. "Are you planning on joining this coven?" He gave a meaningful look at the two boobalicious Witches whose heads were in his lap. The black haired Witch said nothing, her lips trembling. "Strip." He said it with finality and purpose.

Morgana pulled on first one white bow and then another, loosening her corset and the waistline of her skirt. "Yesssss..." She hissed in surrender.

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Three men hung by their wrists, their cocks painfully erect. Their arms were embedded in a wall of light, and they dangled like coats on a rack. A black haired demoness strode up to one of them, chosen seemingly at random. "Where is it?" She cruelly grabbed his turgid member, inflicting pain but also causing his entire body to shiver in arousal. Her black-gloved hand squoze down, becoming an even more painful vice as his penis became even more engorged.

"It's not here!" He gasped as his body tried to orgasm and simply couldn't. With the little freedom of movement his entrapment allowed, he tried to hump his cock into the Pokegirl's hand. She smiled sadistically as his orgasm became even more desired and even more denied.

She ran her claw-like fingernail along the strangled cock shaft. Just barely touching, so that the skin mostly didn't bleed. "I can see that, worm!" An additional groan of arousal, frustration, and pain from the man told everyone in the room that her grip had tightened. "I'm asking where it is!"

One of the other men had had enough. "Please! It's... it was sent to the university. For study. Please let me cum!" The other two men looked at him with disgust, though they were neither far from having made the same desperate plea.

She did allow him to cum. Forced him to cum, even. His tormented howl implied that perhaps he wished that she had not.

The semen on her glove shriveled into dust and fell to the floor. "Well, daughter," she spoke to the other demoness as if there weren't any captive penises locked into light walls to distract her, "I guess we're going to the university. It's almost your birthday, it'll be time for you to enslave some so-called trainers of your own."

The other demoness didn't look much younger than the one who had named her daughter, having just slightly smaller boobs and secondary demonic characteristics. "Mother, how did you make that wall of light."

The elder Demon waved it off as if it were nothing. "Oh, there's nothing to it. You just have to be very bad. Like, baddy-bad bad." Of course, for Evelyn, being that bad really was as easy as she implied.

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This got delayed a bit because I ended up working a bunch of night shifts. I know the plot has been moving a bit slowly due to how many characters have been interacting, and I'm sorry about that too. There was a lot of relationship stuff to get through, but I promise that next chapter will have more than one day in it.

I know there are requests for Pippi and Lucinda to evolve, and they will. But there's a bit more training before they level up enough for that to happen. Ho-Oh was requested to make an appearance, and she does in the metafiction.