PMU: Damian's Story Ch 22

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"I'm really behind on my bullying," Courtney moaned, "our assignment is coming up for Tough Core, and I really haven't bullied anyone. Meanwhile, Damian here has bullied some Witches into stage seven. I'm so jealous." Around the lunch table, each trainer reacted differently. Annie seemed puzzled. Cathy rolled her eyes unsympathetically. Rini's eyes flashed anger and she glared at Damian. Damian himself shrugged modestly.

Of the two Static Rabbit twins, Annie was the most interested and the most sympathetic. "Do you have to bully anyone in particular? Your roommate Esmeralda would probably let you bully her pretty hard." Despite being powered by death and darkness, Esmeralda was a hard sub, and regularly wore a collar that Courtney had put on her. If the Loud Noise Rabbit didn't push her around, there was real concern that Esmeralda would get into trouble. With so many power-hungry dommes running around, a natural sub could pretty easily end up being exploited rather than taken care of.

With a loud pshaw, Courtney dismissed the idea. "That's not bullying! Esme needs me to make her do things. Her subby little Goblin pussy won't let her go a full weekend without accepting demands." She rolled her eyes. "Making her lick my pussy is just me helping her out."

"It's still bullying even if you're doing it out of love," Damian countered, "originally I was fighting with the psychics, but now when I'm pushing Samantha and Morgana around, it's for mutual benefit. Sure, when I first made my rule for Witches having to go ass to mouth, it was just something cold to say during a punish fucking. But now, they really like it. They submit to anal training because they crave it, and I'm dominating their assholes into submission because it feels good to give them what they crave. Samantha's so into having her ass trained that she recruited Robin into being trained as an ass to mouth slut." He realized that he was getting side-eye from most of the other trainers as they wondered what his point was. "I guess the point is that I'm still bullying the Witches, even though they love it. In fact, I'm not sure it's possible to get from level five degradation to level six degradation without transcending the relationship of bully and victim."

Rini seemed unconvinced. "That's such self serving bullshit. Typical Demon nonsense. The truth is that you're enslaving Samantha and getting her to enslave other trainers!" The pink buns in her hair twitched in fury.

The pink flush of her anger was met with black indifference on Damian's part. "Not everyone's a Pokegirl, Rini. Most training and fucking we do is just training and fucking. No one's getting enslaved when Courtney trains me. No one's getting enslaved when I train Samantha." He used a french fry to doodle a little pentagon with his ketchup. "It's just the patronage cycle. Demons like me get stronger when trained by an Artist like Courtney. Witches like Samantha get stronger when trained by a Demon like me. So just as it's perfectly reasonable for me to find an Artist who is willing to train me, it's natural for Witches to offer up their assholes for training by Demons." His dark eyes held steady in the Lunar Rabbit Witch's pink glare.

"By that logic," Cathy countered, "Sensei trainers should find Warriors to train and find Witches to train them." She looked at Damian cagily.

Damian's heart sense was good at telling him when women wanted to be dominated, and by its absence he could tell that the hackles of all the Rabbits were up enough that none of them wanted so much as a light spanking. At least, not at that moment. "Look, I'll admit that before I sodomized them that Samantha and Morgana said some pretty shitty things about you two. And given that you're twins there are a lot of lazy dommes who want to enslave you as a short cut to power. Finding a Witch you can trust to give you the sexual training you need is probably pretty difficult. But like, Rini is a Witch, right? You're her friends, so she should be willing to spank your pussies to paingasm without making it all weird. And yeah, there are lots of Warriors would love to be topped by a couple of sexy Rabbit twins." He said it easily, like Annie and Cathy submitting to having Rini flog their pussies was just common sense, rather than a tremendous change in their relationship.

The twins looked at Damian with shock, but they also seemed unnerved by the pink haired Witch who had been volunteered as a potential flogger of their pussies. Rini saw their expressions and became upset herself. Upset at Damian.

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When Samantha and Robin came to Mathemagic class early so that they could be spanked by Damian, Rini was upset again. It seemed pretty unfair to him. She objected when he suggested that she train the pussies of the Static Rabbits and she objected when he trained the pussies of Witches that Annie and Cathy didn't get along with. It was like there was no winning with her. And considering that Rini was a championship sorceress and her mother was a famous hunter and she had been put forward as one of the prophesied champions of Crystal Millennialism, it was probably true that in any traditional sense there was no way Damian could win with her. She was above him in every meaningful way. But she was friends with some of his friends, and so her persistently negative attitude toward him was vexing.

Sighing, he tried to put the pink haired Rabbit Witch out of his mind altogether. There were two other Witches in the class who had pulled their hemlines up until he could see the lingerie that was flossing their butt cheeks. Robin and Samantha bent over and pushed their rears back toward him, his heart sense confirming the obvious fact that they wanted him to dominate their butts. He gave them each a few slaps, making their juicy cheeks jiggle beneath his palms.

Samantha noticed the piercing stare of the pink eyed prodigy, and called out to her. "Oh! Hey Rini! Robin and I are in a coven now. It's good. Do you wanna train with us? You don't have to have massive tits like me and Robin, Morgana's in the coven too, and her tits are smaller than yours." She wiggled her butt, and squealed with pain and joy as Damian's hand fell heavily upon it. "Your ass is going to feel sooo good once Damian starts training it."

"Absolutely not!" Rini harrumphed. "I'm not going to let any Demon train my ass! Besides, I have my own coven." It wasn't a lie, Rini's mother had selected Witches for her to join a coven with before her freshman year had even started. Ironically, her coven already had a Sammy in it: the pink eyed woman kept her blue hair in twin tails as a conscious imitation of Rini's own mother. There was also Blossom, who was Tomoyo's brown haired cousin; and Holly Baiser, the black haired Witch who seemed happiest to have been selected to join the other coven-sisters. Rini had no intention of becoming a hunter like her mother, but she still trained with the coven her mother had selected. She certainly wasn't going to abandon it for some Demon's low-effort anal sex cult. "Have some self respect, Samantha. You're a powerful Witch in your own right, you don't need to let a Demon ass-fuck you into submission."

While Damian took a firm grip of her ass and began running his fingers along the gusset of her thong, Samantha clenched her cheeks. Not to try to bar his fingers from entering her crack, but to hold them in. "Oooh, Rini. It's so much better if you do though. The rule for Witches is that if it goes in our ass, it goes in our mouth. I resisted it at first, but it's better, much better, once you've been trained to accept it." Her sales pitch seemed to horrify the other Witch.

Someone who wasn't turned off at all by the shameless display was Paige Readman. Despite her disheveled appearance, Damian took interest in her because her fearsome blush and heaving bosom indicated that she'd been turned on like a light switch. "Um... um... I'm not sure how to ask this, but um... could you train my ass, too? Robin looks so happy being turned into your anal fuck puppet." The black haired woman fidgeted in her arousal, and the bridge of her nose had become sweaty enough that her heavy glasses had started to slip.

Damian looked at her and considered her desire for submission. She had a submissive streak, and combined with her general shyness that made it difficult to speak up if things got beyond her comfort zone, she could be broken fairly easily. As she was a trainer, he didn't want that to happen. "Paige, you're not a Witch. Your rules are different. The training you need," he recalled that she was a Sensei like the Static Rabbit Twins, "it needs to come from Witches." She looked sad, like she was being rejected. "Robin and Samantha are going to take care of you. After the evening class, you're going to Samantha's dorm room. They're going to take you for a makeover and get you nice and cleaned up. And they will start training your nipples and clit. Soon, you'll be tripodding for them while they take turns pounding your needy cunt with a strap-on." When he described her future submission and training, her eyes bulged and she fidgeted even more.

Robin reached back and pulled her butt cheeks open, revealing the wrinkles of her back door around the strap of her thong. Damian tapped the cloth, right over the rear opening, providing a bit of stimulation and a reminder that he'd conquered her asshole. "Uhhhh... Damian. What should I do to Paige? She has big tits, she won't be easy to subjugate."

Running his finger around her barely covered hole, Damian had some advice. "Her tits are big and powerful, but they are also more powerful than she is. Once you dominate her tits, she'll submit to any training you have to offer. Your own inflame passion magic is fire based, right? It should be super effective." Paige Readman was a Bibliophile Doll Sensei, which meant that there were many magics that were potent against her. Poison, bug, and wind magic would all be effective choices, and Damian could easily have one of his Pokegirls dominate her for him. But fire and ice magic would also do the trick, and he wanted her to have a productive training relationship with the Witches. "So Samantha's hypnotits can teach her new truths about fashion and personal hygiene, and your fire magic can ignite a new need in her nipples for your domination." He checked and two out of three Witches in the conversation were onboard. "Now, are you two ready for me to prepare a finger to go in your mouths?"

"Yessss..." both Robin and Samantha hissed. Damian pulled the rear straps of their lingerie out of the way so that he could plunge a finger into each puckered, welcoming hole. Both Witches had their faces light up with rapturous smiles as they felt themselves get rectally penetrated. Both knew they'd be on their knees, sucking that finger soon enough. Rini was disgusted. Paige was jealous and impatient, quite looking forward to how her life was going to be upended that evening.

It was almost time for class to start.

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Everyone in class seemed to be on edge when Matilda came into the room. No one wanted a repeat of the previous class's disruptive conflicts between Matilda's slaves and Damian's. Fortunately, there'd been a fairly complete change in their relationships due to Matilda and her slaves being sexually dominated alongside the slaves that they had grievance with. The result was that the natural animosity between Goblins and Spiders, Bears and Bees, and even Bats and Clowns had been overcome. Relations were now very friendly indeed. "How are the new tits?" Damian inquired. Matilda had been force-fed an unstable breast enlargement potion by their teacher while she was being sexually dominated, and it looked like the newly embiggened udders had remained.

"Hmmm?" The Blade Goblin had clearly been thinking of something else, but rapidly caught up to the conversation. "Oh right, yeah, these things are great. They're very sensitive and they make milk like crazy. I'm teaching all my slaves to suck on my titties while I mommy them. Hilda and I already had a relationship where I humiliate her by milking her in public, so that was a little awkward. But it really does follow naturally: nursing is submissive slave behavior, and getting milked is also submissive slave behavior. I think it'll work for us. Hilda and I are both making milk, but I'm still the mistress and she's still the slave." For her part, Hilda seemed to agree, and was rubbing her thighs together. Damian recalled milking Matilda during the domination session, but chose not to bring it up.

E-Lain wanted to be near Beatrice, but instead of flailing around trying to start a flame war, she was flailing around trying to lick honey out of Beatrice's twat. It was much less disruptive, because no one was in danger of getting punched, but it was still pretty distracting. The Flail Bear Girl wanted to send nudes to Beatrice. This was complicated by Beatrice not having her own phone, which Damian suddenly realized was a real problem. E-Lain, on the other hand, had a top of the line Navi all her own. Filled with shame, Damian decided that he was going to get phones for his slaves and possibly help them contact their families with them. He wanted his slaves to have fulfilling lives when they weren't servicing his cock.

Clara and Barbara were also having an easier time, though their new relationship seemed to be more of a jocular friendship than the skinship that the other newly friendly Pokegirls engaged in. The Scissors Clown pulled some mean looking shears out of her mouth and then performed a series of visual gags where she silently pretended to brutally injure herself with them. It was quite intricate sleight of hand, like the old 'removable thumb' gag but with the added veracity that comes from having large whirling blades next to the simulated detachment point. Despite being eyeless, Barbara giggled at the antics. Damian asked how Clara's sight gags worked for her, and the Bat Girl explained that her hearing was very good.

For the actual class, they were all starting on a complex project of their choice. These were multi-component potions that could have long lasting or even permanent effects. Every one of them had many steps before completion, and the plan was to perform the mixings and enchantments over the course of three class sessions. There were several options to choose from, but Damian's decision was made as soon as the list appeared in front of him. Breast enlargement potion. It was the thing he wanted to make as an alchemist after he graduated, the meal ticket for him and his harem. Over his life he intended to make hundreds of them, and getting his start was actually very exciting. It was like he could see a stable future work and family life taking form right before his eyes.

"I'm sssurprissed," Professor Pandora Achlys hissed into his ear, "mossst boyss would go for the penisss mightier." Penis mightiers were basically gold mines, of course. It seemed that every man wanted to mighty their penis. Damian did not doubt for a moment that many male students tried to mighty their own.

But Damian had done his research. Not the puff pieces and push salesmanship, but the actual results. With P-values. "Satisfaction with penis mightiers is actually very low after the initial honeymoon period. The truth is that while there are definitely size queens out there who want to be dominated by ridiculously titanic cocks, it's a tiny minority. And even most of them only want painfully large insertions as a sometimes thing. Most women can't take a foot-long, and outside certain specialized careers such as pornography and corrections, reported satisfaction with cock size drops dramatically from nine inches." Damian shook his head. "No, my penis is mighty enough, I'm looking to make potions that actually improve lives rather than something to scam insecure men out of their lunch monies." His answer seemed to satisfy the teacher.

She slithered up closer to him. "I can't help but noticcce that you've acquired another ability." She gazed at him inscrutably. "Witch tamer. You'd already acquired poison tamer, isn't that right?" Her question was rhetorical, obvious she could see his status. She was merely reminding him that she was herself a Witch who was aspected to poison magic.

Knowing full well what she was getting at, Damian agreed. "Yes, Professor Achlys. You're a Witch, and the rule for Witches is that if it goes in your ass, it goes in your mouth." He confidently reached over and grabbed the teacher's thin butt. She writhed in his grip, but didn't pull away. "After class, I'm going to sodomize you. Right on your deck. And then you're going to take my cock in your mouth. Isn't that right?" He hadn't asked her if she was ready, or even if it was OK. Her shudder and sway in his possessive hand was enough to tell him that he didn't need to.

The other students in the class were certainly impressed by his manhandling of their teacher. Joy came up and asked him about it directly. "Damian, are you groping our teacher?" The pink haired Bird Sensei asked it like he had a naughty secret, but of course he had his hand on the teacher's ass quite openly.

"Hmmm?" Damian looked at Joy. She really did look like her cousin who worked at the health center, and she was much curvier than Professor Achlys. "Oh, yeah. After class, I'm going to fuck her up the ass and then train her ass to mouth." The teacher acknowledged the truth of his words by groaning in his grip.

The alchemy itself seemed to go fairly well, though since it was only one-third finished, there were obviously a lot of things that could go wrong. Even though he was going to fuck his own teacher at the end of class, the project was interesting enough to him that he didn't want the time to go. But finish it did, and despite the fact that he had multiple runes glowing on his bottle, he wasn't certain if he'd made enough progress or not. He showed his work to the teacher, and she smiled. He asked if it was good enough, and she told him that it probably was, though she had a smirk and a glint in her eye that implied that she knew something she wasn't telling him.

Once the other students had left, the teacher took off her white coat, showing off her skin-tight black and purple attire. Damian ran his hand slowly up her flank, feeling the smooth contours of her thin body. "Are you ready to become my bitch, Pandora?" He asked, flaunting the use of her first name.

"I have a daughter your age," she demurred, "this is just a one time butt-fucking between teacher and student."

He grabbed her roughly and pushed her over the desk, making her push out her athletic rear. "We'll see." He said, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her pants. The material was stretchy enough that it peeled off her easily, yet clingy enough that it outlined her butt crack before it was taken down. "No panties, Pandora. You must have been really looking forward to getting trained."

Her face pressed against the desk, she objected. "You're not training me, Damian, you're..." CRACK! The lash of submission fell on her naked butt cheek. Augmented by both poison tamer and witch tamer, the effects were considerably enhanced, much more than the teacher had been expecting. "Aaaaah!" CRACK! Her cry of submissive anguish was cut short by a lash across her other cheek. "Ah! Ah!" CRACK! "Aaaah!" CRACK! "Aaaaah!" The lash came down again and again, drawing cries that became hornier and hornier as the beatings continued.

Damian opened up the front of his pants. His cock was just over eight inches, right on the top of the user satisfaction curve. There was a reason that he had been able to so easily dismiss the temptation of producing a penis mightier potion for himself. He nestled the bitch-taming rod in between the teacher's cheeks, and he lashed her back a few times. "Well Pandora, are you ready for training?" He smirked, knowing exactly what the answer was going to be.

"Yes. Yes Sir." She gasped out in defeat. "I'm ready to be trained!" The available lubricant was a black oil, and Damian was glad that that particular lube was going into Professor Achlys' mouth rather than his own. "AAAAAAAAAHH!" The Serpent Witch screamed as Damian's oiled pole penetrated her butthole. Schlick! Schlick! Schlick! His cock spread her anus as he slipped it in and out, the oil allowing it move smoothly even as it dominated her with every thrust. She hadn't intended to, but she came. She came hard, and she first. She collapsed limp against the desk. "Ooooooh."

When his cock schlorped free of her hole, she slithered to her knees. "I see you remembered the rule for Witches." He said as she obediently opened her mouth and allowed the black oil to mar her lipstick. She sucked with a fierce intensity until she swallowed his entire stockpile.

"What will I tell my wife?" She looked up with hooded eyes, black oil dribbling down her chin.

He idly rubbed his cock on her face, leaving a trail of saliva and oil. "Bring her to a session, Pandora. I'll train her too." She nodded, and kissed the head of his penis. He gently petted her purple hair.

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"So now I'm training my alchemy teacher," Damian admitted on the group chat, "she's going to bring her wife in next week and I'll train them both together." Lianne and Angelica were hanging on every word of the story, nearly drooling with need. His mother and sister were pretty embarrassed.

Karen was the first to respond. "Um... Son, how old is this teacher that you um... that you trained?" She was choosing her words carefully, and still stumbled a bit.

Damian shrugged. "Well, she has a daughter your age, so I expect that she's about the same age as you, Mom." Reactions to that revelation were mixed.

Shaking her head, his stepmother explained her disapproval. "Women our age don't have anything to offer a young and powerful master like you. Damian you should be out there enslaving women your own age. Lianne and Angelica are perfect slaves for you, they are young and beautiful, and I've seen how well they've taken to your training once you took ownership of their pussies. You don't need to waste your time training old worn out hags like us." Even in the tiny picture on the group chat it was obvious that Lianne and Angelica were both uncomfortable. And it was no wonder, they loved being praised by their master's mother, but they also didn't like hearing their master's choice of training regimens criticized.

Her statement also seemed to have been taken as a mixed bag by Damian himself. He sighed. "Mom, Karen. You're not an old hag. You've always been an attractive woman, and you're still an attractive woman. If you put your neck out there even a little bit, I'm sure some master or mistress would collar you right up." He gave it some thought. "Actually, why haven't you been collared again since Dad died? You're a great candidate, I can't believe you could go to a taking party without getting a new owner, so why haven't you just done that?" His sister Daphne looked faintly horrified. Then she looked at her mother's shy embarrassment and was even more horrified.

Their mother seemed like she'd been backed into a corner and had to give exposition. "It's because of you two. A slave doesn't have a lot of say into how much time she's allowed to spend at work. Or with her kids. I was afraid that if I got a new owner, I wouldn't be allowed to take care of you. Or... that my new owner might order me to do something worse to you than neglect." Her voice made it clear that she didn't think she could refuse such an order if it had come from her owner.

Daphne realized what had been said, that her mother thought she'd prioritize her slavery over her own daughter's well-being. She found it upsetting, and she had no one to blame, except possibly her brother. "What the hell, bro? Why are you trying to get our mother collared at a time like this? Why don't you just get her a subscription to Jocasta Life while you're at it?" Then it was Karen's turn to be reduced to embarrassed stuttering.

"I don't know that Mom would appreciate a subscription to Jocasta Life," Damian flippantly replied, "but I do know that it's your birthdays coming up. I'm hopefully making a breast enlargement potion in alchemy class, is that something either of you would be interested in?" Both his human slaves seemed like they'd be interested as well, but their birthdays were in November. "I know that many women find big breasts intimidating, and large bimbo tits are a sign of social dominance. But big tits are also a prestigious trait for a slave. So even though Karen is a submissive, having bigger breasts would make her even more desirable to a prospective owner. And of course, as captain of the volleyball team, Daphne is already in a position of authority, so growing her tits might be helpful in dominating the other players. Or the cheerleaders, of course. How are you doing at getting to the State Championships?" If Daphne's team got to the State Championship, she'd be entitled to put a training collar on a cheerleader of her choice for a week. A lot could happen in a week, and when Damian had had the opportunity he'd convinced Lianne to agree to a permanent slave collar before that week was up.

"Yeah," Daphne began hesitantly, "we won again. If we win the next two, we're locked into the playoffs. We might be just fighting for seed placement when you come for Thanksgiving." Everyone waited for her to answer the important question, and eventually she did. "I wouldn't mind a bigger rack, if you can manage that. But I can't go up to more than a D-cup or I won't be good at volleyball anymore." He smiled, she'd all but admitted that she was looking forward to enslaving one of the cheerleaders, and he had to admit that some of the options from her year were prime slave meat.

But the real star of the show wasn't discussions of his sister's run for the State Championship or his mother's past and future collaring, it was his new slave. Barbara didn't have any eyes, so there were aspects of the group chat that were lost on her, but her superior hearing was enough for her to enjoy the experience. She shared her plans to become a Bibliophile Bat Sensei, and how that required back breaking physical combat and brain breaking consumption of internet pornography.

The human slaves had saved all their orgasms for a week, and waited until Karen and Daphne logged out to beg their master to be allowed to cum. Damian wasn't surprised to learn that his Pokegirl slaves wanted in on the action, as being dominated through voice alone was apparently something they very much enjoyed. Damian hadn't told Barbara about that ritual, but it turned out that she was already aware that the zoom chat was going to turn into a masturbation session. He wondered if one of his slaves had given the game away, or she'd simply used her abilities as a detective to uncover the secret. He hadn't covered his tracks all that well. Having five slaves masturbating at his command made him feel fairly powerful and quite aroused, even if two of them were on the other side of a computer screen.

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Morgana was wearing serious boots. Several inches of platform, and the heels were up high enough that she apparently gained several inches more. It made her almost as tall as Damian, and it made her calves taught, accentuating every muscle in her skinny legs. They were also obviously difficult to walk in, and she was taking tiny steps. It was probably why she was making her way to English class so early.

Lucinda was also coming to class early, but she seemed to do that just because she liked getting a seat of her choice. She wasn't wearing anything exceptional, her white sundress showed off her natural beauty but didn't seem at all risque. Her green hair was pinned up in red barrettes, which were youthful and innocent in appearance, but not to the point of being fetishistic. Still, it seemed like a great opportunity.

Damian walked up behind Morgana and lifted her up. She was surprisingly light, her clothes tending to imply more height and thickness than was really there. After scooping her up, he hefted her onto his shoulder. Morgana squealed, but when she realized who was carrying her, she let out a very different squeal. Lucinda looked at the two of them and made a gargled sound of confusion and distress.

"Lucinda!" He called out to the embarrassed student. "I'm about to torment Morgana for a bit before class." He walked toward her, stopping only when Morgana's boots were almost threatening to bash into the green haired Witch. "Come into the bathroom with us. Morgana's going to show you her most embarrassing side, and you want to see that." She wasn't sure that she did want to see that, but she reluctantly followed into the bathroom.

Once inside, he placed Morgana down with her feet on the floor, making sure to hold her up until she steadied herself. "See, Morgana is about to get whipped on the butt. She's a Witch, so she needs to have regular training for her ass." He looked back at Lucinda, who was also a Witch, and she didn't meet his gaze. Looking back to Morgana, he began giving orders. "Morgana, hike up your skirt and show me your butt."

"Yes Damian. I hear and obey." The A-line of her skirt was quickly turned into a W-line as she raised the hemline of her skirt high enough to reveal her flattish butt and the lace tanga that covered only enough of it to pique interest in what was concealed. When it was in plain view, she bent forward slightly so that the wet spot of her arousal just barely came into view. "I'm ready for my training, Damian."

The lash of submission unraveled from Damian's arm. "Witches benefit from this kind of training. Every Witch needs to be treated this way." He said conversationally to a very embarrassed Lucinda. He stole a glance at her, noting again how gorgeous she appeared when shame made her want to disappear. "Start counting your beatings, Morgana!" Whack! It was super effective.

"Ungh! One!" Whack! "Two!" Whack! "Thu - Three!" Whack! "Ooooh! Four!" Whack! "Ah! Five! Ahhhhhhh!" Damian had stopped whipping her and was simply groping her ass. She pressed into his hand, shameless in her submission.

"If I was using a regular flog," Damian explained to the room at large, though contextually more to Lucinda, "Morgana would be able to count dozens of strikes to her butt. This lash is made out of dark magic, which melts her psychic defenses like rain melts cotton candy. That's all her psychic defenses were worth, you know? Just cotton candy in the rain. And now she's being trained." He gave the Astral Witch's butt a good squeeze. "How do you like being trained, Morgana?"

Panting and pressing her backside into her tormentor as she was, there wasn't much guesswork to be done, but she answered anyway. "It's soooo good."

"Are you ready for the next step of your training?" Damian put his fingers into the waistband of her panties and grinned.

"Yesssss..." Morgana seemed to have completely forgotten that she had an audience.

Turning to Lucinda, Damian explained. "So the rule for Witches is that if it goes in a Witch's ass, it goes in their mouth. So the next stage is that we're going to stick something up her needy asshole, and after she cums, she's going to clean it with her mouth." He nodded at her as if waiting for her to catch up. "Since you're here, is there anything you want to put up Morgana's asshole?"

Lucinda looked frightened. She looked embarrassed. She looked horny. She looked... beautiful. And then she turned and ran out of the bathroom.

Damian smiled. Past resistance into denial and shame, it was good progress. "You were a very good girl, Morgana. I think it's time for your reward." The black haired Witch couldn't agree more.

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"I'm not actually a fighter." Courtney admitted. She took Tough Core, because she was tough. But she was all about yelling at people, not punching and kicking. Coming to the Fighting Gym with Damian wasn't exactly something she had expected to do that day.

Damian nodded. "Right now my dark magic creates submission, but my fighting aura just throws people to the ground. Sometimes that can create a window for me to use lash of submission, but it would be really useful to be able to use my fighting aura to directly sexually subjugate someone." He'd neglected the possibilities of the fighting aura because it was extremely ineffective against the Pokegirls he had. Wind, bug, and poison magic all protected strongly against fighting auras. But while the fighting aura also wasn't good for Witch hunting, being weak against both psychic and fairy magic, it was super effective against Demons who used dark magic like himself, as well as statues like Venus, and many more normal Pokegirls and trainers... like Courtney.

The Loud Noise Rabbit nodded. "So you're trying to use your fighting aura the way you use your lash of submission: to create sexual arousal and submission in your target so that you can dominate them sexually." She thought about it. "When I use my shouts to create sexualized submission, I'm using my vocal magic to augment dominant sexual behavior. It works better when I combine orders and insults to replace self esteem with arousal and subjugation. In effect, I'm using verbal bullying and the magic accelerates the degradation to speed through the stages of Resistance and Denial. Your lash works similarly, although it's more extreme because it simulates an act of BDSM sexual play and the effects on arousal are um... they're pretty strong." Courtney had been lashed several times. The first time was as part of an in-class challenge, but since then she'd asked for her whippings. It wasn't just slaves who enjoyed that kind of treatment.

What she was saying made sense to him. "So, I need to combine fighting and fucking to have my fighting aura augment sexual domination." He thought about it some more. "Like the choking game we did before. Only, I think I need to do it with one arm so that I can grope you with the other arm. I need to be able to do this to women who are wearing pants." His description, though serious, prompted laughter from his companion. He laugh was loud and jarring, but he found it endearing.

They tried different methods. They tried him squeezing her neck from the front, they tried him squeezing her neck from the back. She gave him pointers on where to move and where to touch. Sometimes she shouted her suggestions, which left him painfully erect and painting his boxers with precum, which obviously wasn't the point of the exercise at all. He didn't really get traction until he made it more like a wrestling hold. Starting from a half nelson, Damian brought his forearm against Courtney's neck and then took his hand from the the other arm and brought it down to her breasts. He felt the pulse of fighting aura go into her neck and nipples, and so did she. It was super effective.

"OH, WOW!" Courtney shouted. "YOU PINNED ME! YOU'RE GONNA FUCK ME!" She started squirming in his grip like the horny bunny she was. Unable to escape, and only too willing to have her pussy filled, she wasn't wriggling to try to free herself but to subjugate herself onto his ram rod.

"No," Damian whispered, "you've been joint locked. Pinning is like this!" He threw Courtney to the mat, following her to the ground and maintaining a grip of sorts under her arm. She oofed as her back hit the floor and Damian's weight pressed her shoulders into the mat. Grinning down at her, he counted to three. "Now Courtney, are you ready to get fucked?"

She looked into his eyes and then looked away. "yes. please fuck me." She murmured in a tiny voice. She couldn't do much with her arms, but her legs spread to give him access to her cunt. Damian took one hand off her pin, which would have been enough for her to free herself if she had any intention of doing so. It was enough to open his pants and adjust their underwear to allow him access to penetrate her. His cockhead sank into her twat like it belonged there. "ooooooh. thank you damian." Schlorp. Schlap. Schlick. He humped his hips again and again, filling her, dominating her, making her coo helplessly as he rammed her over and over. She came, wrapping her legs around him and putting herself into a mating press. It was enough to trigger his own release, which fired directly into her waiting cervix.

When he'd ejaculated, he relaxed down onto her, kissing her with real passion. She kissed him back. Freed from the urgency of chasing their explosive orgasms, the two were free to explore each other's bodies. They made out without hurry or goal. Damian's cum leaked out of her onto the mat, and he was once again glad that the equipment in the Fighting Gym was cleaned regularly and aggressively with magic.

After some time, Damian put her through some more trials, confirming that he could establish a fuck lock from kneeling and prone positions. Each time, it was super effective. Despite her recent fuckenation, each application of the fuck lock made her feel submissively horny all over again. After the prone locking, she didn't get up, instead just raising her butt slightly to give access to her pussy. "please. please. i need it." He made her wait only long enough for him to divest himself of all clothing. He then penetrated her in the prone bone position, his body blanketing hers while his shaft drilled away into her bunny tuft. "ungh. ungh. AAAAAAH!" Her demeanor changed dramatically as the dicking she was receiving pushed her over the edge from whispered submission to shouting orgasm. "FUCK ME LIKE A BITCH! OWN MY FUCKING PUSSY! AAAAAAAAAH!" She had used her empowered shouts without thought or care, and Damian felt compelled to fuck into her with wild abandon.

When he had cum into her again, he rolled off onto the mat. "That was intense," he gasped out, "the new fuck lock works very well." He reached over and grabbed his Pokedex and checked himself. As expected, he had a new move listed. It seemed like it used kind of a lot of PP, and the computer gave it a name. "Heh, I guess the Pokedex wants me to call it submission hold rather fuck lock. Makes sense, given that it named my whip submission lash. I wonder if there are other submission moves I can develop."

Courtney rolled up onto her side and snuggled against him. "Damian, are you going to collar me again?" He looked into her eyes, and it seemed that it was a serious question. "I feel like if you offered a permanent slave collar right now, I couldn't refuse it. I'd probably just cum my freedom away when you latched it on." She pressed her breasts into his shoulder, and he could feel her ambivalence about becoming his property.

He turned his head and kissed her. Gently. "During this session, you've been training me, not the other way around. I think I'll get you an actual necklace, Courtney. Something that will mark you as mine, but in a boyfriend and girlfriend way, not a master and slave way."

"Huh." She went through a myriad of emotions, from disappointment to relief to romantic fantasy, all flashing across her face. "Well, if you're going to be my boyfriend, I'm going to need you to have sex with Oksana." She giggled at his confusion. "I know she's a lesbian, but I want to use your humanizer ability on her. Right now one of her nipples leaks acid, and I think that if your humanizer ability got applied, she'd be able to stick her tits in my mouth." She then got an excited look in her eyes. "Do you think you could use your knew submission hold on her?"

He shook his head. "She's aspected to poison magic, right? So while my poison tamer ability is going to work well, she is protected from my fighting aura. I think my lash is the only option I have that would be normally effective against her. But I think she's still going to find it pretty distressing to have sex with a man, and it would go a lot easier for her if it was a threesome and her face was in your pussy."

"But my pussy is full of your cum right now..." She saw his waggling eyebrows and trailed off. "Oh right. With what Oksana drinks, she'll probably like drinking your cum just as a food source." It was true that Oksana drank almost every meal, and like other poison aspected Pokegirls he knew, there was nothing she got from the dining hall that he thought fit for human consumption. Courtney walked naked over to her Pokeballs, and retrieved Oksana.

The frazzle haired blond appeared wearing fishnets, shit-kicker boots, a denim skirt, and a torn white t-shirt that didn't fully cover her black sports bra. "Mistress! You become naked and sweatish. I lick you clean?" Her thick Slavic accent made it at times hard to tell what she wanted to say, but her dangling lizard tongue left little to the imagination.

Courtney patted her slave girl on the head. "Yes Oksana, we're going to fuck you very well. GET NAKED YOU FUCKING SLAVE!" Her shout had an immediate effect, as the Lizard Girl awkwardly divested herself of clothes. When she had stripped everything but her fishnets, her mistress stopped her. "GET ON ALL FOURS AND GET FUCKED BY DAMIAN'S COCK!"

Even as Oksana got on her hands and knees, she begged her mistress to reconsider. "Mistress! Please no! I get fucked by man! He has disgusting man thing!" Her tune was changed when Damian's lash came down on her ass. "No!" quickly changed to "Aaaah!" And then Courtney's cunt was pushed onto her face and "Aaaah!" turned to "Mmmmph!"

Damian rode his bitch tamer into Oksana's pussy, and she melted into the threesome. She seemed to really like eating creampies out of her mistress' pussy, which given the length of her tongue was something she was uniquely suited to do. She also liked the dual domination of Courtney's shouts and Damian's lash, enough so that she even mostly forgave her mistress for making her take a dick. When she realized that her mistress could suck on her nipples, all was forgiven.

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Paige had cleaned up impressively. Some proper hair care, a thorough scrub down, some sexy lingerie, and a full set of makeup, and it was like they were dealing with a whole new woman. A very sexy woman, who happened to have her wrists tied together and hung from the ceiling. A woman who was blind folded and had a ball gag in her mouth. The three Witches circled the Bibliophile Sensei and admired their handiwork. It looked very good indeed.

Samantha leaned so close to Paige's ear that her own massive melons wrapped themselves around the other woman's shoulder. "Paige? Is it Truth that you must maintain yourself in erotic beauty?" The black haired woman nodded. "Paige? Is it Truth that you must have your pussy trained by the coven?" The black haired woman nodded again. "Paige? Is it Truth that you are weak before my hypnotits, and that they can teach you new Truths at any time?" Paige nodded again, and shuddered as her pussy juiced up. Samantha's hypnotits had taught her many new Truths, but the most important one of all was the one that demanded her submission and acceptance of any new Truths that Samantha wanted her to accept.

Robin grabbed Paige's exposed nipples roughly. "These tits are large and powerful, but Samantha and I have still larger tits. It is natural that we train you and you submit to training." Paige nodded in her bonds, for this was Truth. "Your nipples must be trained in pleasure and submission." She gave both a bit of fire magic to inflame passion. It took her nipples like a match to paper. It was super effective.

"Mmmmph!" Paige mmphed around the ball gag, her eyes flaring open and still seeing absolutely nothing but the inside of the blindfold. Robin reached down and grasped Paige's clit. The Fire Witch laughed and pushed some arousal-inducing fire magic into the clitoris itself. It was super effective. "Mmmmmph!" Paige screamed incoherently, bucking her hips and trying in vain to penetrate herself with something. Anything.

Morgana was wearing an imposing set of boots and an even more imposing strap-on. "It's time to train that pussy, Paige!" She slid it in, evoking even more incoherent screaming from the bound trainer into her ball gag. When she had worked her way in until her own pelvis was flush with Paige's ass, she grabbed onto the thicker woman's hips. But before she started jackhammering, she shared a dream of the future. "This is my favorite possible future, Paige! Your pussy is going to be so well trained for our master!"

Paige could see nothing through the blindfold, but beyond the veil of time she saw something... beautiful. "Mmmmph!" She cried out with muffled tears. Splik Splik Splik, Morgana started thrusting her strap-on pleasure rod into Paige's pussy with a berserk intensity. "Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!" Paige moaned out her orgasm, and Morgana didn't let up her assault in the slightest.

Robin shamelessly masturbated while watching the scene unfold. "Do you think she'll be ready to give to Master during the museum trip this weekend?"

Also masturbating as if it was the most normal thing in the world, Samantha shook her head. "No, she needs a couple weeks of training. If we give her over now, she'll probably revert and won't be pretty for Master."

"Mmmmph!" Paige attempted to shout as she orgasmed again.

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The Queen of Red Swords and Black Hearts glared at the cake. "Join in my child, shadow's closer to shedding skin, I wanna feel the change." She clenched her fist. "Crawling on My belly, been picking scabs again, cleaning what could have been." The cake responded not at all.

Her daughter looked more like her all the time, and now she would be considered an adult were she human. "Mom, why do you have to be all weird and prophetic at a time like this? It's my birthday, just eat some of the twinkie cake, and we can find the mirror later!" Every year, her demon princess had stranger demands for her birthday cakes. It was, she suspected, her own form of treachery. Treachery from all sides was the only thing in life that could truly be counted upon.

A brown skinned Pokegirl hadn't spared a single glance at the cake or the birthday girl. Or the birthday woman, as such things might arbitrarily be named. Her pixelated wings glitched out for an eye-blink, but her full attention remained on the computer screen. "Ladies, I am pleased to inform y'all that we do not have to search for the mirror tomorrow. "It's at the University Museum." She brought up an image from their site, and there it was in a glass case: The Dream Mirror of Nightmares.

"Thank you, Theodora," the younger of the horned women replied, "now can we get back to my birthday party?" She poured some ginger ale into her coffee to sweeten it and took a bite of her twinkie cake.

The Pokegirl with larger horns may not have been thrilled by the food, but she was overjoyed at the news. "My daughter, you have reached the age where you must take slaves of your very own." And once they had the mirror, there'd be many slaves available to take.

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If I had just one word to describe psychic Pokegirl trainers, it would be "yandere."

I know that I've been building up to the museum trip for a while now, but it actually does start next chapter.

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