Pmu Damians Story Ch 12

The different training collars varied by clasp color, but Damian didn't see as how it made much difference. Win or lose, neither he nor Courtney was going to wear the collar after class was over. He grabbed one with a metallic blue clasp, and brought it over to his partner for the session. He showed her the collar, little more than a strap of stretchy cloth with a metal clasp and a carabiner in the middle. He supposed a leash could be attached, and its simplicity meant that it could be clasped in the front or the back, depending on how the wearer had submitted to it. Though it seemed pointless, as the challenge of the day was simply to get it on the partner's neck in the first place.

"So. How do you want to do this?" He looked at Courtney in her short purple skirt and he looked at the collar. His heart reader ability was pinging like mad, probably a quarter of the students in the room were hoping they would lose, hoping that they'd get hard fucked by their partner in defeat. Courtney wasn't one of them, she was totally silent to his heart sense. Her skirt was tight enough that he could see her yellow thong on every step, something she had presumably worn to make it easier to rub her labia on the face of a defeated student rather than as an opening for someone else to dominate her core.

She was

not

totally silent in the more traditional sense of the term. Far from it. "YOU PUT THE COLLAR ON AND THEN... YOU LICK MY CUNT!" She shouted like he was very far away. "IT'LL BE JUST LIKE WHEN I TELL MY ROOMMATE TO DO THINGS. I SAY PUT THE COLLAR ON AND YOU PUT THE COLLAR ON!! I SAY LICK MY PUSSY AND YOU LICK MY PUSSY!!" She shouted like they were in the military and she was his sergeant. "PUT THE FUCKING COLLAR ON!!!" She shouted like an angry pet owner who had just discovered that a favorite shoe was being chewed.

The force of her shout almost made him fall down, but beyond that the force of her

demand

almost made him put the collar on himself right there. She wasn't just yelling, this was magic. She probably

did

get her roommate to crawl over and service her dominant lower lips. If Damian stood there and listened, it wouldn't be long before he knelt down and obeyed.

He couldn't let that happen. He needed to use his own abilities. He dropped the collar on the floor, and then he dropped Courtney on the floor. He grabbed her by her shoulder and waist and just threw her into the ground. It was super effective, and the wind was knocked right out of her sails. She hadn't been expecting to be manhandled like that, and the only thing that came out of her mouth was an "AHH!!!" of surprise.

With Courtney reeling on the ground, Damian had two choices: he could body slam her again, or he could use his lash. The vital throw power

had

been super effective, and he was pretty sure he could knock her out with another slam, or two at most. Since the class project was simply to get the collar on his partner's neck, he supposed that actually beating her into unconsciousness and then collaring her would count as a win. But he didn't want to be the kind of trainer who would win like that, so he extruded his lash of submission. His lash struck her on the abdomen. "UHHHNNNNNNG!" Not a highly erogenous or effective zone, but enough to make her moan plaintively. His second strike landed on her left tit. "AAAAAAHHHHH!" It drew an ear-splitting sigh of pain and arousal from Courtney even as it made her breast jiggle like a dropped flan. She rolled over onto her back, and her legs were splayed enough that her camel toe was delightfully visible. It was his next target, and his lash struck true. "OH! OOOOOOOHHH!"

Damian placed first one knee and then the other between her legs, forcing her thighs farther apart. He grabbed her thong-covered pussy with his left hand, and when both of her own hands grabbed his wrist, he swung his lash down into her left breast once again. His heart reader ability showed him her desires, and it showed him that he had won. "You're going to put the collar on, Courtney. And do you know what I'm going to do then?"

She looked at him with fear and lust. "YOU'RE GOING TO FUCK ME! I'M GOING TO COLLAR MYSELF FOR YOU, AND YOU'RE GOING TO FUCK ME!" As she shouted the words, the shape of her desire for domination became more defined. He slapped her tits, right and left, with his magical lash. She had his other arm, and she began to needily hump her cuntal mound into his hand. As she pushed herself closer to submission, her expression became more desperate.

The end of the lash dragged against Courtney's tight belly and then up between her breasts as Damian traced his whip-hand up her body to her neck. Placing the hand with minimal force to remind her that choking was possible. His victory assured, he grinned at the conquered woman. "How am I going to

fuck

you, Courtney? Why not tell the whole class what's about to happen?"

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked into Damian's implacable face. "YOU'RE GOING TO... YOU'RE GOING TO FUCK MY ASS! OH NO! ONCE I'M COLLARED, I'M GOING TO CUM WITH MY ASSHOLE!! I'M GOING TO CUM LIKE AN ENSLAVED POKEGIRL!" Her expression became wild, like a cornered hare. But there was also a smile that was joyful in its horniness and surrender.

Damian could feel Courtney's pussy becoming hotter and wetter through the thin fabric. He withdrew his hand from between her legs in order to reach over and grab the collar from the floor. "Do you see this collar, Courtney? Spread your legs and place this on your neck." Courtney's eyes shut and she wailed and sobbed even as she complied. Her knees pulled up towards her chest, raising her butt off the ground and presenting her thong-covered holes for his use.

A cry of despair came out of Courtney's mouth, even as she latched the training collar around her own neck. "OHHH NOOOOO!!!!" She screamed. Damian raised his hand, and Professor Lorre looked up from smacking Britney's now copper-colored behind to acknowledge Max's accomplishment. Then Max reached into his pocket and withdrew a small jar of Beatrice's honey. It wasn't imbued as a love potion, but it was still a powerful aphrodisiac on its own. It would also, Damian supposed, be an adequate lubricant. He put some honey on his own cock, and then he pulled her yellow underwear to the side in order to expose her shaved pussy lips and her puckered rosebud. With the honey still on his fingers, he painted the crack between her small butt cheeks, and then pressed first one and then two gooey fingers into her anal ring. The squeeze was strong, initially impeding his entrance and then greedily retaining his honey-slick digits once they were inside. "YOU'RE PREPARING MY BUTT HOLE! IT'S GOING TO BELONG TO YOU! OH NO!" Damian's heart reader ability was going off like crazy, both from Courtney's anticipation of her now-inevitable sodomization, and from other students around the classroom who anticipated their own defeat.

His ears hurt, but the screaming Rabbit Artist before him was still quite beautiful and her receptive capitulation presented an arousing sight. His cock was hard. Her mouth noises made him uncomfortable, and he wanted to punish her as much as she wanted to be punished. Still, he did not wish to hurt her in any lasting way. The honey slathered on his dick would keep him from tearing her, and freed him to be as rough as he was comfortable with being. He pressed her knees up into her breasts, pulling her butt off the floor and presenting her anus for deflowering. The honey on his cock merged with the honey on her asshole, and then he pressed the one into the other.

Courtney's eyes bulged, and a wordless scream came from her mouth. Primed by the lash of submission, the cunny-honey, and the depravity of her situation, she did not last long. It was the largest cock she had ever taken, and it was taking her in previously virgin territory. After just a few thrusts she was screaming out obscenities, describing her anally induced orgasm to the entire class, and anyone else who might have been standing near the classroom. Damian could have taken mercy upon his partner, but instead hammered his cock into her now very willing asshole again and again. Soon she was shouting a babble of words as another orgasm puppeted her body through her rear hole. Damian looked into her glossy eyes and told her "Courtney,

be quiet

, I'm trying to nut in your ass!" He held on tightly to her legs, continuing to piston in and out of her newly conquered butthole.

"ok," her voice came out a mixture of a whisper and a murmur, "i'll be quiet. but unnngh, you're going to make me cum again! you're going to fill me with seed and i'm gonna... i'm gonna cum on your fucking dick!" Her anal muscles tightened around the invading member, as she scrunched up her face and milked his cock into her bowels. He sprayed his load into her when his release finally came, and a bedraggled Courtney shuddered with another orgasm.

Damian's softening cock slid free of her rectum, and he removed his hands from her legs, allowing Courtney to unfold. She only partially accepted her newly granted freedom, as her legs quickly wrapped around his back and her arms held onto him in a desperate embrace. He looked into her waterlogged eyes and realized the amount of aftercare she would require. Damian brought his face to hers and kissed her lips with a tenderness she found surprising. But when he kissed her again, she reciprocated with passion.

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At the end of class, the teacher called up the five students who had been the fastest to collar their partners: Sonya, Damian, Ivy, Samus, and Mary. At first Damian was concerned that a Mouse Pokegirl had somehow gotten top five in a Tough Core class challenge, but when he saw the pale skinned woman with red blood running from her eyes, he remembered that Mary was a common name and probably many trainers and Pokegirls on campus were named Mary. She also called up the five students who were the fastest to be collared by their partners: Ashley, Courtney, Regina, Adam, and Melissa. Ashley was still unconscious, so she was given a potion prior to getting dragged to the front of the class.

"First of all," Professor Lorre began, "I must commend Sonya on her innovative strategy of choking out her partner with her feet and then collaring her while unconscious. We are often reminded that knocking out a Pokegirl before putting her into a ball will leave her wild, and that sexual domination must be achieved before a Pokegirl will consent to enslavement. But it's also important to remember that sometimes the best strategy is to capture a Pokegirl unconscious and then rape her into submission at a later date." She turned to Courtney and her expression soured. "On the other hand, Courtney, I had expected more from you. I thought you were tough, and yet you stand before me wearing the collar of a boy. I expected you to be more like Samus." Samus brushed her ponytail back with her electrically charged hand and brushed off the implied praise with her stoic demeanor.

The statement was meant to be cutting to Courtney, and it was. Courtney's emotional fragility was laid bare, and Damian was offended on her behalf. "I don't think that's fair," he said to the professor, "Courtney's demand shouts are pretty compelling. If I hadn't disrupted her with my fighting aura, I'd be wearing the collar instead of her." He nodded to the purple haired beauty. "Our battle was over quickly, but it could easily have gone the other way."

The teacher looked at him critically. "Hmmph. Perhaps you're tougher than you look, Damian." She brightened up, and swatted Britney on her exposed, and now quite reddened butt. "Anyway, the first five winners get a reward: you each get one of the first five losers." She smiled wickedly. "Britney here is going to lock and leash the training collars on Ashley, Courtney, Regina, Adam, and Melissa. Those training collars can be unlocked on Monday, but only if you've been topped by your new domme all three days. Meanwhile, until Monday comes around, you winners get to hold their leashes and top them however you want."

Looks of trepidation were exchanged. Ivy was the first to grab her prize's leash. She tugged Regina in to a close embrace. With their similar short hairstyles, the color difference between Ivy's white hair and Regina's red hair created as sharp contrast as the markings on Mary's face. "I'll end this in no time. Soon you'll be enjoying your favorite time." She licked Regina's ear. "Punishment time." Regina shuddered, but she also allowed herself to be pulled into the ominous grasp of Ivy's massive knockers.

Courtney had a question. "IF WE NEED TO GET TOPPED FRIDAY, SATURDAY, AND SUNDAY, DOES IT COUNT IF WE ALREADY GOT TOPPED BY OUR ASSIGNED PARTNER TODAY?!" She shouted with sincerity, causing many of the women in the class to giggle.

Professor Lorre rolled her eyes. "You won't get out of it that easy. The counter starts now, and if Damian doesn't dominate you three more times, Britney isn't going to unlock your collar."

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Damian and Beatrice sat at the lunch table across from Courtney and Oksana. Oksana had put a bunch of chocolate syrup into a craft beer, and Beatrice was of course drinking sodas. While the Pokegirls were enjoying drinking their caustic lunches, Damian and Courtney had small assortments of pastries and tiny cubes of artisanal cheeses. The only thing to indicate that it wasn't a completely normal university lunch was the leash that draped across the table from Courtney's training collar to Damian's side of the table. "How are we having this conversation?" The purple haired woman's rabbit ears twitched in consternation.

"I'm not trying to be snarky," Damian shrugged, "but aren't we just sitting in the PMU cafeteria, eating and talking like normal trainers?" He wasn't grinning or failing to hide a grin, he genuinely did not know what she was getting at.

Courtney touched her hand to the place that Damian's leash met her collar. "Since my trainer strength came in, my inside voice has been

seventy-five

decibels. I have not been able to have a normal conversation for eight months. And then, bam!

You

tell me to be quiet while balls-deep in my asshole, and my voice is normal whenever I want it to be." Oksana coughed on her goopy beverage, and looked at her mistress in confusion and horror.

It took Damian an embarrassingly long time to figure out what she was getting at. When it came to him, he felt very foolish. "Oh right! I have an ability called Humanizer. It keeps me from manifesting corruption effects, but it also reduces the corruption effects of my Pokegirl Beatrice." Beatrice nodded her head. "So I guess it also works on women I fuck even if they aren't my slaves."

"Alright," Courtney said slowly, "let's say I accept that. How long does your Humanizer ability

last?

Am I going back to shouting tomorrow? Tonight?" She closed her eyes, and imagined herself as his pet bunny. In her mind's eye she pictured herself collared and caged, waving her butt in an attempt to entice Damian to slide his massive schlong through the bars of the cage. It was an abhorrent possible future, but she had a horrible feeling that she would accept those terms. That if her choice was to be chained by the thunder or her own voice, she would surrender to literal chains to avoid that. "Am I going to have to be constantly begging you for sex if I ever want to have a private conversation again?"

It was an emotional question, and it deserved an immediate answer. But it also deserved an answer that didn't come through a mouth full of croissant. Damian swallowed the bite of pastry he had made before realizing that he was going to have to answer an important question. "The truth is," he winced, knowing that he couldn't give an answer Courtney wanted to hear, "that I don't know. I haven't actually known that I was a trainer for that long. The only woman I've previously used the ability on was Beatrice. And while she regained the power of human speech pretty quickly, it hasn't ever been that long between sessions of me sexually dominating her. If she regressed into a feral monster in four days without me whipping her, jizzing in her, or bringing her to orgasm, I don't think we would know that." He frumpled his mouth apologetically.

"On the other hand," Beatrice interjected, "I don't feel like I've lost any of my ability to speak during the times that I don't have Master Damian's seed in my body. If anything, I think I have more memories of my old human life, jumbled as they are. Hmmmmm," she hummed as a verbal placeholder while she thought of what she was going to say, "so while I think it would be

better

for you to accept Master Damian's collar and become one of his slaves, I don't think you're a junky who will have literal withdrawals if you don't get to be dominated by Master's cock every day."

Courtney considered her options. "Well, I need to get dominated today, and tomorrow, and on Sunday. I'm pretty sure that Professor Lorre would know if I hadn't submitted to your sexual demands when Monday comes around. My butt is pretty sore from how thoroughly you claimed my pooper. I'm not saying that I won't let you fuck my ass again, you hold the leash right now and I will take what you give me. But I would

appreciate

it if you were to give my butthole a rest this weekend." She took her left shoe off, and began stroking his legs with her foot under the table. "I hope that my pussy and mouth are enough to keep you satisfied while my tender tush is healing."

Before he'd had a chance to weigh in on her proposal, he was interrupted by an indignant Oksana. "Mistress! He is man! You get pussy sucked by womans! Womans submit to your power voice! You shout! Womans crawl! Why you let him take your voice and give you slave pussy!? If you have slave pussy, how I have slave pussy?! I no want have slave pussy for man!" Her eyes were tearing up, and where the drops fell from her eyes, they sizzled and smoked on the table surface.

Finally able to get a word in edgewise, Damian did his best to mollify the Pokegirl. "Courtney isn't being enslaved, that collar is just temporary. It's coming off on Monday. She's still your mistress and you still have to do what she says. I'm going to be fucking her pretty roughly in the cunt, but that's just for a class we're in. Come next week, I won't have any claim on her pussy, but her pussy will still be something you have to worship at her command." He smiled thinly at Oksana, and it seemed he might have calmed her down a little. Beatrice, however, gave a small buzz of disappointment.

Courtney was less inclined to pacify her slave. "Look, Oksana, we should probably have Damian fuck your pussy as well." The Riot Grrl Lizard Artist was so surprised and offended that her tongue hung out of her mouth. "I know you're a pure lesbian and don't get aroused by men at all, but that actually makes it better as a form of degradation. I know and you know that you getting fucked by Damian wouldn't be about you cheating on me because you suddenly decided that you want cock. It would be about you submitting to me, doing something you didn't want to do. Doing something you found repellent. And after you did it, I would reward you by allowing you to lick my cunt."

It was easy to see which of the Pokegirls thought this was a good idea and which did not. "Please! No! Please Mistress, no make Oksana take man cock!"

The trainer stood firm and crossed her arms. "I'm sorry. Sexually dominating you isn't just about the fact that I am a woman who likes sexually dominating women and you're a woman who likes to get sexually dominated by women. I enjoy molesting you very much, and fortunately you seem to enjoy being molested by me. But you're a Pokegirl, you

need

to be sexually dominated. We train your slave-pussy because it makes you more of a woman and less of a monster. If Damian's power works the way it seems to, we could maybe get your tits to a place where I could bite your nipples without getting my tongue electrocuted or my mouth sprayed with acid. I want what's best for my slave, and if that means pimping you out to get dry fucked by a man, then that is what I'm going to do." She shrugged unapologetically.