Pmu: Damian's Story

Once dinner was finished, Damian said his goodbyes to his human submissives Angelica and Lianne, as well as to his sister Daphne and mother Karen. They were coming back in the morning, but just long enough to watch him sign up for a gym and then leave for real. Then he wouldn't see any of them until Thanksgiving. There was lots to see and do on campus, but between the long car ride and being milked by the nurse at the health center, he was pretty worn out. He decided to go back to his dorm room with Beatrice, his Bee Girl Pokegirl slave.

When he got back to his room, his roommate Adelaide was unpacking several bottles of hard alcohol while her enslaved Forest Fairy Pokegirl looked on in horror. Even though Adelaide was a freshman, the age restrictions on buying alcohol applied differently if you were in the military or a Pokegirl trainer. So she would have had no problem buying the flavored rum, peppermint schnapps, and vodka that were on display. It looked like she hadn't put any effort into buying

good

liquor, but acquiring it presumably hadn't been a problem. "Oh. Hey Damian, I was just going to get Willow drunk enough to accept training, do you want some?" Her expansive gesture took in three bottles that probably didn't cost thirty bucks between them.

Damian considered the booze. There was a time that was not very long ago that he would have jumped at the opportunity if a classmate had smuggled some cheap hooch into a party. He wasn't going to say he'd matured massively upon graduating from high-school, but he had a registered Pokegirl now, and a stipend from his scholarship. He didn't need to drink the seven dollarest liquor available, he could drink things that cost twelve, maybe even seventeen dollars a bottle. Damian had aspirations. "Nah, I'll pass. But um... why do you need to get Willow drunk for training? She's a slave. You own her." He put his arm around Beatrice possessively, and she happily melted into his grip.

Adelaide's green hair fell across her face as she looked down in shy nervousness. "Willow and I went to same high-school. She was popular and pretty and I was... I am not." The frog girl seemed on the brink of tears. "When we started transforming, I thought for sure that I was going to end up as a Pokegirl, but my corruption stabilized and Willow's did not. The professors wanted me to bind her because they knew we were familiar with each other. But she didn't like me! She never liked me! It took me five attempts to get her to surrender to orgasm, and even then she was just too drunk to stop me. She's not even gay." Adelaide's big eyes formed big tears.

It wasn't a great dynamic for a trainer and her Pokegirl to have. He could sense Willow's craving for domination with his heart sense, but it was disjointed. No specific submissive focus to build on. "Willow," he asked to the green haired Pokegirl, "how would you describe getting fucked by your mistress?" Damian wasn't a therapist, but he did have a magical intuitive sense for sexual submission, and that was probably good for something.

Willow looked to the shorter woman who owned her for confirmation, and grimaced upon realizing that she had done so. "I am a monster," she glumly reported, "and I need to be raped. Addie rapes me, so I get drunk enough that I can't fight her. I drink, and I get raped. I know I'm going to get raped when I drink, so I'm complicit in my own rape. But I keep doing it, because I know that if I don't get raped I'll turn into a tree. Or worse." The tall and beautiful woman seemed very small, confined within a box of guilt and regret. The revulsion she felt at her trainer and at herself were palpable.

Damian pulled Beatrice onto his lap, a delicate process due to her stingers, and gave her a deep kiss. He roughly fondled her left breast and she buzzed contentedly. "OK, I think I see the problem. Beatrice, tell them how you feel about the time I raped you." Beatrice's expression was difficult to read with her inhuman eyes, but she shook her head and mouthed a denial. "You didn't consent to your slavegasm," Damian insisted, "you were trying to kill me at the time, so what I did to you was absolutely rape. So tell Willow and Adelaide about the time I raped you. I won't get mad at you, please tell them the truth. Tell them

your

truth."

The Bee Girl's voice was hesitant. "Hmmm... I was a monster, a literal beast. My voice, my thoughts, even my

name

were all lost to me. I was rampaging in the woods, and my memories of my human life are scrambled, just pieces that can't be put together. Hmmm... but then a hunter party knocked me out, and put me in a Pokeball. When they let me out, I couldn't do anything but rage. I fought. I tried to sting Master to death. Master whipped me many times, and I became horny and felt myself want to submit, wanting to get fucked and claimed. But I was still too full of rage, I couldn't think, I couldn't just lie back and submit to domination by Master, all I could do was try to kill the man who was trying to save me. And then Master grabbed my core, and he pulled an orgasm of subjugation right out of my pussy. Once that happened, he was my owner, and the pieces of language came back together again." She buzzed at the memory. "I have never been so happy."

Adelaide and Willow looked distinctly uncomfortable. Damian continued. "One of the important duties of a Pokegirl, perhaps the most important duty of a Pokegirl, is to help their trainer capture and train feral Pokegirls. Beatrice is going to do that, she's going to help me to subjugate Pokegirls. To weaken them to the point that I can rape them into submission, and then train them to be her sister slaves." He looked at Willow meaningfully. "Now, Beatrice, tell them

why

you are going to help me to dominate other Pokegirls and force them to slavegasm themselves into lifelong servitude."

Beatrice hummed and ground herself against Damian's thighs and arms. "Being enslaved by you was the best thing that ever happened to me. Being owned by Master Damian lets me be a person. Of course I want to help other Pokegirls submit to your domination. Being subjugated to you will free them of the slavery of being nameless beasts. When they become

your

slaves, they will thank you. And they will thank me. But beyond that, I am your

slave

. You own my pussy, and every other pussy it pleases you to own is one I would happily capture for you." She hummed happily, her antennae twitched, and the smell of honey wafted from her underwear.

Her vote of confidence in her master was noted by the green haired women, and Damian couldn't help but smile with real affection at his vassal. Still smiling, he turned to Willow. "So you knew Adelaide in high-school, before you became her slave, right?" She nodded, but said nothing, so Damian continued. "And I'm guessing that you weren't friends..."

Shame and sadness battled for supremacy across Willow's face. "No... we were not. I was... I am beautiful. Until a few months ago, I was with the hot girls. I was their queen. The hottest, baddest girl of them all. Guys wanted to fuck me, girls wanted to

be

me. I even got some modeling work my first year of high-school. Addie was... she was a weird nerd dyke. When I found out that I was turning into a monster that was only the second most humiliating thing, the

most

humiliating was when I found out that I needed to let Addie bring me to orgasm. The first four times, I couldn't even do it." Her description left Adelaide unable to hide how guilty and sad she felt.

Damian considered the story, and began filling in the blanks. "So Adelaide tried having regular awkward high-school sex with you, and between your sexual orientation and your previous difference in social status, you found that intolerable. So Adelaide did some research and found out that Dryads are very weak to poison, got you hammered, and then date raped you. Correct?" Both women nodded. "Honestly, it sounds like a pretty good plan. Use the tools that are super effective, not the tools that are not very effective.

My

main weapon of domination is dark magic, and the most celebrated demon hunters are fairies and warrior monks precisely because of how resistant to that magic they are. Poison is effective against you, but the whipping I used against Beatrice would not be. But... I think we can get better poison than peppermint schnapps." He stood up and helped Beatrice to her feet at the same time. Then he kneeled down and pulled her panties down while Beatrice wiggled her butt to assist him. "Adelaide, Beatrice makes an aphrodisiac honey in her vagina. It won't have a very strong effect on you, because you're a Poison Frog, but it should have a very strong effect on Willow here." Judging by the size of her eyes, she was surprised that Damian knew that she was a Poison Frog, but she still came over. "So what you're going to do is just reach in and collect some of Beatrice's honey, and then force it into your slave's mouth."

His words shocked both green haired women, but Beatrice spread her legs and pushed her hips forward in presentation. With some trepidation, Adelaide stuck her fingers into the wet and sticky folds the Bee Girl had offered. The honey thus extracted, the Frog Girl then stuck out her frighteningly long tongue and tasted it herself. "It tastes like honey. And both the smell and taste are arousing. Like they

remind

you of pussy even without

tasting

like a human pussy." She gave it another thoughtful lick. "And the taste makes you more aware of your own pussy. I'm not sure if it makes the pussy more sensitive or just centers it in the attention." Adelaide considered it, and reached the conclusion that she should follow Damian's suggestion. "Willow," she said, turning to the Pokegirl, "you should try this."

It wasn't clear whether Willow agreed, but Damian definitely did not. "Adelaide, this is an important opportunity. Willow needs to be owned by you. Don't

offer

her the honey, give her an

order

. Tell her to open her mouth." He wasn't shouting his instructions to the Frog Girl, but it was obvious that the Fairy Girl heard every word of it, because the tall woman's expression became tinged with fear. And perhaps, something else.

Taking a deep breath to psyche herself up, Adelaide did her best to sound as certain as she wanted to sound. "Willow. Open your mouth." Her Pokegirl gulped in fear and shame, and then she opened her mouth and closed her eyes. She stood there shuddering in anticipation, and then Adelaide stuck her honey-coated fingers under the Pokegirl's nose, and then between her fairy lips. A small whine came from Willow as the honey touched her tongue. Her body twitched as if in conflict with itself, and then the obviously aroused Dryad began moaning and sucking the honey off Adelaide's fingers in earnest. Damian felt the craving for domination from Willow become more intense, and more directed.

While her eyes were still closed, and her mouth was occupied with her mistress's fingers, Damian walked up to her and began speaking quietly but firmly into her ear. "I know you're getting horny right now, and you need to understand that you're getting horny because your

mistress

is

making

you get horny. But there's another thing you need to think about, and that's high-school. I know you think the best part of your life was high-school and that you've been living in a nightmare ever since, but you need to know that you'll be going back to that high-school. In a little over nine years it'll be the ten year high-school reunion, and you'll be going to that." There was a fearful intake of breath from the Fairy Girl, but she did not stop licking the fingers that her mistress had placed in her mouth. "You'll be going as Adelaide's property. Because she owns you. Adelaide is going to be a rich important Pokegirl trainer, so obviously she'll go to that Reunion to flaunt how her status has changed. And when she does, she'll take you. As her property. To show everyone what a good Pokegirl she owns."

That was enough to get Willow's mouth, however reluctantly, to expel the honeyed fingers. "Oh no! They'll all see me being a Pokegirl slave! My friends will see me being owned by Addie!" Her breath was coming faster, and even the revulsion she felt for the image Damian had forced into her mind wasn't enough to dispel the horniness imposed by the aphrodisiac honey.

Damian grinned. He knew she was snared. "All your friends will be there, Willow. But this time, the star will be Adelaide. She'll be a Pokegirl trainer. She'll be so rich, so powerful. All your friends will want to just get on their knees and lick her pussy. And you'll watch them, won't you Willow? You'll watch your fiends crawling between the legs of your mistress, every one of them eager to lick her cunt. What will you be doing, Willow? Will you be masturbating while you watch your mistress top your friends? Will you cum again and again while every girl who used to admire you submits to your mistress? Or will you...

help

them submit? You might be there pushing your friends to their knees and then shoving their faces into a dominant pussy. Your mistress might want to keep your old best friend a little longer, and it might be you who puts the shackles on her wrists and collar on her neck while your mistress takes ownership of the very girl who used to trust you the most."

Willow was lost to the fantasy, completely submitting to the degradation. "Oh no! Oh fuck! I'm gonna..." Her head thrashed back and forth, but her hips humped the empty air. Adelaide looked to Damian for confirmation, and he nodded and pointed down.

The Frog Girl easily folded her legs, bringing her face right on level with Willow's needy sex. She pulled the pink lace panties to the side, revealing the bark colored inner labia that protruded from the Dryad's slit. Willow continued to hump her hips as Adelaide's mouth approached, her face a mask of fear and lust. The froggy tongue again revealed its enormous length as it parted the Pokegirl's labia and reached deep into her core. The squeal that came from Willow's mouth was both relief and despair. Her arms flailed, as if trying to decide democratically whether to pull her mistress in or push her away. Damian took the decision away from her by holding her arms against her sides while Adelaide finished her with a thorough tongue fucking. And finish she did, crying out and spraying her juices all over the face of her mistress.

Damian lowered her to the floor, while the Fairy Girl mumbled "It's happening. Oh no." She collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

But while Willow had been brought to orgasm, Damian didn't think she was done. "Now Willow, you know what you need to do, don't you? Your mistress has given you what you needed, but you haven't prostrated yourself before your mistress. Yet." Turning to Adelaide, he gave his suggestions. "Your slave has received pleasure submissively, but she also has to submissively

give

pleasure. So go sit on your bed and tell Willow what you want her to do. Remember, she isn't returning a favor, she's submitting to your will because she is a slave. So just give her an

order

."

Adelaide smiled a wide grin. She removed her panties, and revealed her wetness. "It's time Willow. It's time for you to crawl over here and

lick my cunt!

" The tall and graceful Pokegirl was hesitant and awkward as she crawled on all fours towards the pussy that she now acknowledged as having dominion over her. She tentatively licked the slick sex of her mistress and began crying. Whether they were tears of joy or sorrow was hard to determine, but perhaps it didn't matter. As Willow feasted on the pussy that had subjugated her, Damian saw her waving her panty covered ass invitingly. The pink lace of her panties was well soaked, and it scarcely required his heart sense to ascertain that she wished to be dominated from both ends.

But this was an important night for the pair, and Damian turned his attentions to his own slave. Placing her on their own bed, Damian used a pillow to keep her stinger from poking between his legs, and then pounded Beatrice in a mating press while the grateful Bee Girl hummed in submissive ecstasy. In the room's other bed, the two green haired women explored each other's bodies with a newly developed lack of inhibition.

Shortly after breakfast, Damian met up with his family and slaves. They had stayed overnight at a hotel and would be driving back home without him in the afternoon. Damian knew that Lianne and Angelica had shared a bed, because they had sent him pictures. They all wanted to join him to see the gym he was going to join. It was in many ways as important a choice as his major, since he'd be training at the gym more than he'd be going to any single class. Many trainers spent more time in their gym than they spent in all classes combined.

He'd seen pictures of all the gyms, both inside and out, in the brochures. The Fighting Gym was the most

normal

looking one. If one were to imagine a gym, the Fighting Gym wouldn't look too dissimilar to the one painted by the mind. It had weight rooms, sparring rings, facilities for several sports, and even a pool. It wasn't even close to being the only gym to have a pool: the Water Gym was essentially a water park and was mostly just a series of pools of different sizes and uses, the Fire Gym had a bunch of hot springs, and the Plant Gym had fountains and ponds that allowed swimming. But the Fighting gym had a

normal

pool that people swam in. For exercise.

It being move-in week, the Fighting Gym had a table set out front with two women doing the greetings and introductions. The shorter of the two wore a blue cheongsam-style dress and looked to be of Chinese extraction. She wore her hair in two buns wrapped with ribbons and had heavy bracelets on her wrists. The other woman wore her black hair in tight cornrows, which framed the dark cat-ears that emerged from the top of her head. She wore a tank top tight enough to display the edges of her sports bra, and a pair of tiger-striped yoga pants that rose low enough to allow her yellow-and-black tail to run free. That the top of her well curved buttocks was equally left naked and showed her whale-tail just below her actual tail could not possibly be news to her.

The taller woman introduced herself. "I'm Kendra, and this is the Fighting Gym. We're obviously known for producing some of the greatest warrior-hunters, but it's not all fighting. We also do sports. We compete regularly with other schools, but we're unranked because we are so crushingly dominant that it would be unfair to allow us into championships or bowl games. So what sport is

your

passion? You look like a girl who plays soccer? Maybe volleyball?" It was at that point that it became extremely clear that Kendra was speaking to Daphne rather than Damian.

Damian wasn't even annoyed, he'd expected it. Since almost all the trainers were women, it just made sense to assume his younger sister was a trainer, and similarly it made sense to assume that

he

was a tag-along family member. Lianne, Angelica, Beatrice were wearing collars, and Karen was visually obviously Daphne's mother, so the new trainer recruit wasn't going to be any of them. "She

does

play volleyball," he clarified, "but she's also still in high-school this year. My name's Damian, and I'm planning on joining the Fighting Gym this year."

Both women gave him side-eye. It was the Chinese-looking woman who responded first. "You need to know that we get a lot of male trainers who sign up and drop out. I know you were strong in your high-school, and you think your manly man muscles are going to get you far in the Fighting Gym, but everyone here has trainer-strength. The upper years have a lot more trainer-strength than you do. So you're going to get beaten by girls. You're going to spend a

lot

of time getting beaten by girls, so you should probably just swallow your pride and join a different gym." It sounded like something she had rehearsed and repeated many, many times.