Pmu: Damian's Story

The instructor tapped the white board with a riding crop. Large block capital letters imparted the wisdom "BITCHES ARE SWITCHES." Professor Lori Lorre was, according to Damian's Pokedex, a Pincer Mantis Warrior, and everything about her from her military haircut to her chaps and thigh-high boots indicated that she was indeed a man-eater. "Welcome to Tough Core," she bellowed at the class, "I can see from the gender ratio that a lot of you are in the wrong class. Well, this is what you signed up for, so you'll get it. Good and hard." She brandished her riding crop at the class as a whole, but especially the men, meaning that for a time the glare of the instructor fell upon Damian. It was an intimidating glare.

There were four instances of Tough Core, two on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and two on Tuesday and Thursday. Each set was divided between morning and afternoon classes. It was set up that way so that everyone could take their mandatory core class and have that fit with their schedules. The other four core classes: Beauty, Clever, Cool, and Cute were all set up similarly. That way no one had to be in the wrong kind of core class. At least, in theory. Professor Lori Lorre was convinced that gender stereotypes put people into the wrong core classes more than any other single misconception. That because fully twenty-four of the forty-nine incoming male freshman had selected Tough Core for their mandatory core class, it meant that more than half of the men in the class didn't belong.

When Damian looked around the room, he counted five other men, which still meant that the female students had them outnumbered by seven to one. But it meant the class was the closest to a sausage party that anyone was likely to see at PMU. Conversely, there was only one man in Beauty Core. Not one per class, one in all four instances

combined

. Damian thought he

might

have made a mistake by enrolling in Tough Core, it wasn't great that the instructor made it clear that she thought he didn't belong on the very first day.

The class content, however, was something he found interesting and informative. "Your purpose," Professor Lorre intoned, "is to sexually dominate Pokegirls until they are Good Girls. The primary purpose of a Good Girl is to help train other Good Girls. That means you must establish sex, and you must establish control. That can be done in either order, but since this isn't Cute Core, we're going to be assuming that you are establishing control, and then initiating sex. Sometimes that means you will be a rapist, if the sex is still undesired after you have established control." She shrugged. Most of the class seemed pretty nervous, though Damian noticed a few students seemed pleased by the idea. Damian decided that he should try to avoid those students as much as possible.

The professor then outlined the principles of control. Positive encouragement promised rewards for compliance, while negative enforcement promised punishment for non-compliance. Mental constraints were things that a sub was reluctant to do, while physical constraints were things that a sub had difficulty in doing. Professor Lorre deliberately shortened both sub

ject

and sub

missive

to

sub

, as for purposes of domination they were the same thing. "Remember," she admonished the class, "conflict is training! If the outcome of a conflict is submission, you will train the sub to submit. If the outcome of a conflict is rebellion, you will train the sub to rebel. Never have conflicts with your subs that you can't afford to lose."

It was quite a dense class, even though it was all overview for the first day. Damian wrote a lot of notes. "A lot of people believe that specific acts are inherently dominant or submissive," Professor Lorre used, "this is not true. Tricking people into submission by getting them to do things they think are dominant is really part of the Clever Core curriculum, but it's important to know about the concept." She menaced the class and demanded participation. "So I know you've been around high-school girls, most of you even were one last year. So let's hear it. What have you heard is a fast lane to collaring?" The instructor then started picking on specific students by pointing at them with her riding crop.

"Um... licking a pussy?" A woman with fiery red hair mumbled.

"...CUMMING WITH YOUR ASS!" Courtney boiled up and then shouted. The loud outburst prompted a titter of laughter from various parts of the class. It was also the first time that Damian realized that he was in the same class with Courtney. He considered that it probably didn't matter, because they weren't friends or even dorm mates. Just people who had run into each other at a party long enough to know each other's names.

The teacher didn't allow herself even that much introspection, and called on the next student: a muscular woman with a long rat-tail sticking out over her jeans. "Getting penetrated in the pussy. By like... a strap-on... or a cock." The student seemed embarrassed, like she knew that it was a bad answer.

The instructor smiled and smacked her riding crop on her desk. "Perfect! As you can see, every hole has been blamed for a woman's descent into slavery, and yet it's obvious that mistresses use those holes as well." She paused dramatically to allow the point to sink in. "The truth is that submission is in the mind of the sub, not the domme. A sub has submitted because they believe they have, nothing more and nothing less. Even with severe constraints in place to the point that a sub is completely controlled, they will not submit,

cannot

submit, unless they know that the constraints are inflicted upon them by a domme." After another dramatic pause, she developed a cruel glint in her eye and continued. "Even though those school-girl stories about submission red lines are nonsense, it's still helpful for you to know them. A sub who

believes

that they have surrendered their freedom actually has."

The professor asked for a volunteer. "Now whoever volunteers is going to be teacher's pet for the semester. I'm going to dominate her thoroughly in this demonstration, and also dominate her repeatedly in and out-of class throughout the semester. But there's more to being teacher's pet than just being my bitch until winter break. Teacher's Pet gets to top anyone who receives a penalty for any reason. Right now that means that anyone who fails the midterm is going to have to crawl on their knees and lick the cunt of the Teacher's Pet, and there may be others. You might think that I'm exaggerating because teachers can't do that kind of thing to students, but you're in university now and I am absolutely serious about both ends of this bargain." Her arms came to rest in front of her as if she was carrying twin knives as she surveyed the class. Hands shot up, the bargain was clearly amenable to many of the students. Professor Lorre selected a student with her hair in pig tails. "Before I start dominating you sexually, what's your name?"

The student blushed to the point that her freckles became hard to see. "Britney." She bashfully stated her name in front of the class.

Professor Lorre ran the end of her riding crop possessively along Britney's side, moving from hip to breast and back. "And you're a metal dragon warrior. Obviously that's

very

tough. But despite how tough you are, you'll also be my bitch. In public. In private. All the time. Isn't that right Britney?" The instructor lifted Britney's skirt, showing pink thighs and then the white panties that lay nestled between them.

Her first reaction was a sharp intake of breath, and with downcast eyes she nodded. "...yes. I accept you as my... my mistress." The teacher then began efficiently removing the student's clothing, revealing her white functional bra and then revealing her round breasts and engorged nipples. It also revealed a smattering of rust-colored scales that broke up an otherwise soft-looking set of womanly skin. The riding crop fell lightly but insistently on the young woman's thighs, on her hips, and then on her breasts. When the skirt and panties came away, it was revealed to the class that Britney's neatly trimmed pubic hair was a slightly darker shade of brown than the hair on her head. With a small indication from the riding crop, Britney sunk to her knees, using her own bunched clothing as a cushion against the hard classroom floor.

The teacher took off her own panties, and as she guided her student's face into her shaved sex she again addressed the class. "Being sexually dominated by a wild Pokegirl is something you must avoid at all costs. It brings up your corruption, and can turn you into a monster. There is no cure for that. However, sexual submission to other trainers or their tamed Pokegirls does not have - ooh," Britney must have licked some especially well, because the teacher let out a slight groan and grabbed a handful of student hair before regaining her composure and continuing her lecture, "does not have that risk. Nattering school-girls may have told you that licking pussy, or at least licking a

trainer's

pussy, makes you a collarable slave, but that's simply not true. Britney here is doing submissive cunt munching right now, but I doubt it will be long before one of you earns a penalty and she gets to domme you."

Whether it was because she was done being orally pleasured or she simply needed to move on to the next part of the lecture, Professor Lorre tapped Britney on the back of the head with her riding crop until she had her attention and then with her other hand lifted Brutney's head from her groin and then guided it onto her desk. Britney could doubtless guess what was coming, and she wiggled her butt in an alluring fashion. The teacher lifted a knobbed rod from her desk drawer, and inserted one end into her own cunt. It stuck out like a strap-on, but being a piece of specialized magitech there were no actual straps. Once in place, pink runes glowed from its shiny black surface until Professor Lorre calmed them with a hand gesture. Damian recognized it as a taming rod, though it was the first one he'd ever seen in person.

When the rod's runes had dulled to invisibility, the teacher lined up its end with her student's sodden pussy and tapped Britney's butt with her riding crop. The eager student understood the assignment and raised her genitals by arching her back and pushing up onto her tiptoes. The rod then slowly vanished into Britney's sheath as the taller woman pushed it inside. "No position is inherently dominant or submissive," the teacher informed the class as she began thrusting her hips into her student's rear with increasing urgency, "a pussy can receive domination and it can receive submission. Right now, my Teacher's Pet is receiving domination into her pussy. But if

she

had demanded, and

I

had acquiesced, her pussy would receive my submission instead." She slapped her student on the rump with her riding crop. "Isn't that right Britney? Is your pussy being dominated by me?"

"Yesssss..." The freshman hissed her agreement, and then revealed a surprised expression when her teacher held her still while pulling back with her own hips. The glistening dildo withdrew from Britney's cunt, and the student tried to push her pussy back onto it. "Please? Please Mistress?" The desperation in her voice was apparent. Damian heart sense told him that she wanted to be dominated into an orgasm, but he suspected all the other students could reach the same conclusion.

Professor Lorre ran the end of her rod along Britney's vaginal lips, keeping her on the edge without giving her release. "Remember that orgasms can be the point of victory or defeat," she instructed the class, "or neither of course. Many acts of sex are not competitive. However against a wild pocket monster you must be certain that your orgasms are taken rather than inflicted. And that her orgasms are inflicted rather than taken." She put down her riding crop and spread Britney's butt cheeks with both hands. Britney looked across the classroom at Courtney with a face full of despair as she realized the doom that the loud rabbit's outburst had inflicted upon her.

Damian wrote notes furiously as Britney screamed out her orgasm. He had thought that sexually dominating the spider girl at the health center was an impossibility. But that's because he was thinking only in terms of trying to force Hinako to cum, something that seemed well out of reach with how little of her remained recognizably human. Realizing that she could be sexually dominated without having her genitals stimulated at all was a real epiphany. The plan wasn't finished, but he had a feeling that he was on to something.

The clock struck ten, and Professor Lorre withdrew her dildo from Britney's well-used asshole. "Be sure to read chapters one through three of your textbook on Corruption, Humiliation, and Degradation by Wednesday. And on Friday we will do random pairings to try to get each other to wear training collars. So make sure you have whatever you need to dominate one of your classmates." The students collected their things and began to shuffle out of the classroom.

Eventually Britney dried her eyes, put on clothing, and left the classroom as well.

The dining hall wasn't as close to his core class as he'd like, and that meant Damian was committed to spending fifteen minutes walking from breakfast to his first class, and then another fifteen minutes walking from class back to lunch. It meant that single physical distance was going to account for half an hour of his life, three times a week, for fifteen weeks. It added up to almost a calendar day banished from his life on that transit alone. It occurred to him that his mom had a forty-five minute commute each way to work, and for the first time in his life Damian truly understood how horrendous a sacrifice Karen had made in order to keep him and Daphne in their childhood home.

Still, Tough Core got finished at ten, and Mathemagic didn't start until one in the afternoon, so Damian had some time to kill. Eventually he figured that might be a time for reading on other classes, but on the first day he'd only had the one class. And he did not think he was in the right head space to read the Tough Core textbook so soon after he'd spent two hours listening to the professor's commanding voice. This time he took a detour to the store and considered what he might need to dominate Hinako the Long Legs Spider Girl. Spreader bars were a must, obviously, and then he considered other restraints such as rope and chain. He didn't expect that the spider would be much more human in thought than Beatrice had been, so he'd need physical constraints rather than mental constraints to establish control. Some of the kit he was considering was quite expensive.

His budget was far larger than he'd ever imagined that he'd have access to in college, but he still didn't have the funds to grab everything on his maybe list and experiment. He really had to draw up a more fleshed out plan before he actually purchased any of it. The only thing he actually bought was a simple set of wrist cuffs for Beatrice. He checked the time on his Pokedex and found that he'd spent more than an hour contemplating various restraints, and he had to jog off to the cafeteria.

The Monday menu at the dining hall was brunch themed. There was a display of chilled champagne flutes that had mimosas in them. Despite the truly audacious display of his first class, Damian still found that little things like the dining hall mimosas could surprise him at Pocket Monster University. He went to the waffle bar and got himself a large Belgian waffle with whipped cream and sliced pecha berries. It was surprisingly decadent. Beatrice was uninterested in the higher class offerings, and contented herself with several glasses of full-fat soda.

While he was eating with Beatrice, he felt many sets of eyes weighing him up. With less than fifty men in the entire year, he knew that there would be literally hundreds of women hoping to be his girlfriend, or at least one of his girlfriends. Having sex with women was a requirement of a pocket monster trainer, but that didn't mean that all of the female trainers in his year were homosexual. For many of them, sexual relations with Pokegirls was an unfortunate drawback of being a trainer rather than the main perk. There were over nine hundred women in his year and a majority of them would like to get dicked at least some of the time. Cock was such a scarce resource that he'd heard that some previous students at PMU had set up sign-up sheets for heterosexual liaisons and had no shortage of takers. He'd heard that some men had set extravagant demands of degradation for potential girlfriends, and Damian hadn't heard that any of them had gone too far. The over and under of propositions for a male student in the first

week

was supposedly ten. It was the first

day

of class, and it was obvious that several women were considering giving him a confession before afternoon classes had started. How desperately horny were the women going to be by the end of the semester?

Damian decided that he'd give them a bit of a show, as well as give Beatrice some of the abuse she craved. "Beatrice, when I give you the 'back hands' command, I want you to put your hands together behind your back. Under your wings, and over your stinger. Wrists close together so that I can manacle them together. Do you understand?"

Her antennae waved in a way that he was beginning to think indicated excitement. "mmmhmmm. Um... yes Master Damian. I do." She put down her cup, and awaited orders.

"Beatrice: Back hands." She eagerly jumped to compliance, placing her hands as had been described. Damian then placed the wrist cuffs on his slave, locking them in position. "With your hands restrained like this, all three of your stingers are behind you. That gives me free access to your front without having to worry about getting drilled by one of your venomous spikes." He spun her around and began tweaking her nipples through her thin blouse.

She hummed in pleasure as her molestation began in earnest. "Thank you, Master. But how can I serve you when my wrists are bound?"

Damian opened the top button of his pants and then pulled down the zipper. "Get on your knees, slave. Your mouth can be put to use, even when your hands cannot." He'd had a lot of arousing sights in Tough Core, and it honestly didn't take a lot to provoke his penis to poke through his boxers and stand tall. Beatrice's compound eyes betrayed nothing, but she licked her lips in obvious hunger.

The Poison Bee Girl dutifully got on her knees and engulfed her master's cock with her soft lips. She positioned herself in line with the phallus to facilitate its entry, but the reality was that she could barely pull in half Damian's length before it ran aground in her throat. Not to be defeated, Beatrice swallowed and began pushing his flesh inch by inch into her esophagus. It was painful for her, but the joy of submission to her master's pleasure far outweighed the discomfort. Damian could easily hold his pleasure until Beatrice lost consciousness from lack of air, and he had no doubt that her loyalty was such that she would accept being choked to insensibility by his manhood without complaint. However, he had no desire to hurt her in any real sense, and chose instead to cycle through sexy mental imagery in order to accelerate his own orgasm. So it was that when he started pumping thick semen directly into her food tube, she remained awake to enjoy it.

It had been long enough with his cock blocking her airway that she gasped for breath when he allowed her throat to be detached from his rod. Her eyes were shiny, but lacked tears in the traditional sense. The whole ordeal had given her a runny nose, and he handed his slave a napkin. "Mmmm. Thank you for the meal, Master."