Pmu Damians Story Ch 13

"IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP!!" It was like someone had replaced his alarm clock with someone crashing a plane into his dorm room. Beatrice, Willow, and Adelaide were all finding the continuation of sleep to be a gross impossibility. "LET ME IN! IT'S WAKING UP TIME!"

Willow was the first to check the time on her phone. "It's six in the morning on a

Saturday

. Let her in, so I can kill her." The Dryad placed her hands possessively on her mistress, then pulled the blanket back over the two of them.

Damian had been sleeping in his boxers, and once Courtney had started yelling at the door of his dorm room, he was not-sleeping in his boxers. "I'm coming!" He opened the door to reveal that Courtney was wearing a silk robe over purple lingerie. It also revealed that next to her and slightly behind was a pale ghost of a woman. She had straight black hair and sapphire eyes. She had dressed to match, the robe just open enough to reveal the red gem nestled between her milky tits. He recognized her from Mathemagic class, but couldn't remember her name. "Um, come in." Courtney hopped to follow him into the room, and her embarrassed compatriot shuffled in last.

When the door was shut, Adelaide peaked her head out of the blanket. "Esmeralda? Why are you here?" She made no move to leave the bed, and from the movements under the blankets it seemed that Willow was cuddling in to encourage her mistress to stay where she was.

Esmeralda's faceted eyes turned their faces to the ground in embarrassment. "Um... my room mate told me that I had to come and get topped alongside her. She says that we're both going to be dominated by Damian." She looked for something to do with her hands, and ended up just clenching them in the air. "She's very persuasive. When she makes me lick her pussy, I lick her pussy. Now she's wearing Damian's training collar and she's making me come along."

Smiling like she'd gotten a tasty carrot, Courtney brandished two straps. "Ta-da! We're doing more than that, Esmeralda. I've brought an extra training collar and leash for Damian to put on you! Today's the day that Damian goes and captures a new slave, and I thought we could get him in the mood by being collared and leashed for him." For some reason, that seemed to make sense to all the women in the room.

Turning to Damian, Esmeralda's sapphire eyes betrayed nothing, but Damian's heart sense was not fooled. His heart reader ability may as well have put up a billboard with a giant arrow pointing at her. Outwardly, she said "The slave raid is for your battle against Samantha, right? She has very powerful hypnotits, and sometimes she makes me suck on them or kiss her feet." She did her best impression of someone who was scared.

Checking his Pokedex, he saw that she was a Darkness Goblin Demon, with affinities for dark magic and ghost magic. "Uh huh." Damian reached out and shoved his fighting aura into Esmeralda. It was the same thing he'd done to slam Courtney into the floor just before he lashed her into submission. As expected, nothing happened. She didn't even blink. "Look, Courtney has been using her inside voice on you today, she's not demand shouting. The truth is that neither Courtney's demand shouts nor Samantha's hypnotits work on you

at all.

You do what they tell you because you like being told what to do." He casually reached out and grabbed her throat, squeezing only slightly. Her breathing quickened, but she made no move to stop him. "The truth is that your magical defenses are strong, but your

pussy

is submissive and weak. I

am

going to put that collar and leash on you today. Not because of any power I have, but because that's what your pussy wants. We're going to start training you. Today."

"Yes Sir." Her secret, so easily revealed, was no longer any protection. Esmeralda's pussy flooded, and her panties developed an anticipatory wet patch. Damian took the training collar from Courtney's hands and wrapped it around Esmeralda's trembling but unresisting neck. Then he took the spare leash and hooked it to the D-ring on the front of the collar. Her eyes glistened as she awaited orders.

Damian grabbed both leashes and gave a slight tug on Courtney and Esmeralda, putting just enough tension so that the leashes were taught from their throats. "You bitches woke me up very early, and I haven't showered yet. So what's going to happen is that we're going to take a shower. When I'm nice and clean, you two can give me a blowjob until I cum on your faces. Then I'm going to walk you to the cafeteria, and we're going to have breakfast. And anyone else having breakfast will see you nearly naked on a leash. They'll see my cum on your face. They'll know that I'm topping you, and that you are dominated enough to accept that." Esmeralda's nipples were already hard enough to cut glass, and his heart reader ability told him that his offer of future treatment was acceptable. "Once we've eaten and you've had your morning humiliation training, we're going to the health center to capture and dominate a new slave." Courtney nodded in acceptance, Esmeralda's smile showed the gleaming white of her teeth. Satisfied with their consent, Damian put a third leash on Beatrice's slave collar, and took all three women down the hall to the showers.

The dorms did not have separate showers for each of the rooms, nor did they have separate showers for men and women. There just weren't enough men around for that to be a reasonable thing to do. What the shower room on his floor

did

have was shower stalls that had two shower heads, and a shower stall that had four shower heads. It was expected that students would want to shower with their slaves often enough that there wasn't any real purpose for single occupancy shower stalls. But equally, larger showering groups wasn't common enough to warrant more than a single four-person stall.

When Damian brought the three women on leashes into the shower area, he saw that he wasn't the only person to have brought a leashed woman to the showers. Carmen from down the hall was wearing a tank top over a sport bra, and a pair of clingy running shorts that appeared to be over nothing at all. She was drenched in sweat, and on the other end of her leash was the slave collar of her big yellow-haired Dog Pokegirl. The name tag said "Fifi" and she was dressed in nothing but boots and even skimpier running shorts. Fifi's massive breasts had presumably been encouraged to bounce during their morning run.

Looking over the pair, Damian shrugged. "We're using the big shower. Courtney and Esmeralda are doing humiliation training today, so we'll leave the doors open. If you want to masturbate to them, that's totally fine." He barely looked at them while he took off his boxers and flip flops and entered the shower. Naked and with a half-hard cock already, he beckoned all three women into the group stall and then tied each of their leashes to the shower bar to prevent them from dangling. Courtney and Esmeralda quickly divested themselves of robes and underwear, leaving them naked save for the training collar.

The heart reader ability told him that Carmen

partially

wanted to get collared and humiliated like the women he had brought. Or like the woman she herself had brought. She was a woman that was like Lianne had been, curious but reluctant. He knew that with some work and dedication, he could break her to the collar. Just watching her watch his treatment of the other trainers, and he could see her path to slavery. It was longer than Agelica's had been, and certainly longer than Esmeralda's would be if he dragged

her

down it, but none of them would have any exits from that road if he chose to enslave them in earnest.

Carmen was an attractive and athletic Hispanic woman, and Damian thought she would be gorgeous naked save for collar and shackles. If he ordered her to strip, if he told her to present her neck to try on a training collar, he knew that at that moment she would. And she would be his, accepting every escalation and training he inflicted upon her until she traded the training collar for a mark of permanent slavery, cumming away her freedom and thanking him for being her master. And he didn't do it. Firstly because he simply had a lot on his plate at the moment. But in the bigger picture, he didn't think it was ethically correct to enslave trainers. Trainers were absolutely necessary for the enslavement

of Pokegirls, and that in turn was necessary for Pokegirls to be part of society rather than actual monsters. He was fine with doing play sessions of dominance and submission with other trainers, like he was doing with Courtney, but on Monday she'd have her collar off and go back to being a mistress. Ultimately it was simply unacceptable to keep trainers permanently chained up in his house,

they

needed to step up and dominate Pokegirls of their own.

While he was showering, and taking the opportunity to be washed by three beautiful women, he idly wondered why Carmen's road to serfdom was so very visible to him with such little time in observing her. Certainly he had watched Lianne many times in many contexts before he made his move and got her to accept the submissive role that inevitably led to her enslavement. He had watched her in class, at cheer practice, at school games, and even at the mall. He'd been a borderline stalker, and he wasn't proud of it. But with Carmen, he knew how to dominate her completely with barely any contact at all. He wondered if his Heart Reader ability had leveled up, or perhaps it worked better when he was naked or surrounded by collared women. Or perhaps it was that Carmen was

tired

. She had just completed a sweaty run with her enthusiastic bitch. Once he thought about it that way, it made perfect sense: his heart sense was probably more sensitive and explicit when reading woman who were severely fatigued.

While he was contemplating this, Beatrice was soaping and washing his dick. Her dedicated ministrations quickly brought him to full hardness, his cock becoming an angry and throbbing thing. Courtney and Esmeralda looked upon it with a mixture of anticipation and fear. Beatrice displayed it to them. "Mmmmm, you see this? Master Damian's cock will be serviced by you. Mmmmm. You're going to be marked with his cum. If you beg sweetly enough, this cock will pound your needy cunts and allow you to cum in submission." The Bee Girl just seemed so

happy

about that prospect. Carmen seemed pretty into it as well, as she had rolled down her running shorts, allowing Fifi to enthusiastically lick her sweaty vagina while the Dog Girl whined and wagged her tail.

Damian's original plan had been to walk back to his dorm and rub his member on the faces of the women on his leashes, but having an audience in the shower was tempting enough to scrap that plan. "Get down and kiss my rod, sluts." His language was somewhat insulting and crude, but all three of them responded well to it. Three sets of eyes looked up at him from his crotch: purple, sapphire, and compound. None of them gave away much of anything. But then three sets of lips came to kiss along his shaft and cockhead. "Lick it. Touch your clits while you lick my cock." It was an order that all three of them were thrilled to follow, and soon all three were whimpering as they edged themselves while they licked. Damian smacked his cock lightly into Esmeralda's face and she smiled and sighed. He grabbed Courtney by her ears and insistently guided her mouth to his cock. She obediently opened her mouth and allowed him entry.

He could easily have slammed into Courtney's throat hard enough to make her gag and cry. Part of him wanted to, and his heart sense revealed that part of her wanted that as well. But it wasn't the time for that. He was firm, but gentle and restrained. After she had closed her eyes and really started to jill herself off, he withdrew his penis from her mouth and turned it on Esmeralda. He slapped her face with his cock, and then he put his hand on her scalp and maneuvered her whole head to crotch level with him. She took his penis into her mouth like a woman possessed. She was obedient and enthusiastic, but not very skilled. Damian became rougher with her, he placed both hands on the sides of Esmeralda's head and began pumping her up and down his shaft, his cockhead hammering into her throat. She tried to swallow, but had no experience in deep throating. Esmeralda's crystalline eyes were incapable of tears, but her throat made horrible choking sounds.

When his own release was upon him, Damian pulled out of the trainer's abused mouth hole and waved for Courtney and Esmeralda to sidle up to each other. No sooner had they done so than he was ready to shoot thick ropes of semen onto their faces. "OK sluts, cum!" He bellowed his order, and Beatrice, Courtney's, Esmeralda, and even Carmen all felt the spasms in their pussies as they completely lost control. There was a bit more showering to do before breakfast, but Damian made sure to leave visible cum on both Courtney and Esmeralda's faces.

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Walking into the cafeteria with three underwear clad sexy ladies on the ends of leashes certainly turned heads. Not a lot of heads in this case, because the cafeteria was at Pocket Monster University, and that sort of thing was surprisingly common. But even more importantly in this instance was because it was seven fifteen in the morning on a Saturday, and not that many students were getting food rather than staying in bed. Adelaide, for example, had refused the offer to come with him, preferring to spend another hour or two cuddling with her fiancée and then come down to the cafeteria for brunch. But his ladies on leashes did draw attention from those women who were present.

The low amount of foot traffic meant that there was almost no line for the display cooks, and Damian was able to secure himself a freshly prepared omelet. Esmeralda elected to get herself some fresh fruit, and then absolutely snow it under with granulated sugar. Courtney had carrots, chilis, and Cheerios, joking that college was expanding her food horizons so much that she was considering eating things from the letter D. Beatrice, of course, breakfasted on Mountain Dew and Coke.

None of them had half finished their breakfast when some more women came to see what the fuss was about. "Damn girl!" a woman named Monique exclaimed, "all that goo on your face is

cum!

He should be fucking me instead." She waved her clawed hand at Courtney. "I ain't doin' all that with the collars and freaky shit, but he's still gonna want my booty because it is

damn

fine." She smiled a wolfish grin at Damian, and he agreed that her booty was indeed, mighty fine.

Taking another tact entirely, a tall Asian woman named Xianyun flew in and suggested that Damian might want more submission rather than less. "He's training these women for collars, but he has to know that the place between

my

legs is already trained." She flapped her sleeve, creating a dismissive gust of wind. Then she made her appeal directly to Damian. "

They

may allow you to humiliate them, but when you display me in my naked vulnerability I will not be humiliated at all. They may let you cum on their faces, but I would let you piss in my mouth. When you lock a collar on my neck, I will accept your cock in all holes joyfully and without complaint. I will take pain as pleasure, molding myself for your needs and your whims. I will help you break other bitches, and I will crawl naked beside them, mewling for you to subjugate them and allow me to watch." She sat tall with a crane-like elegance, sipping morning tea. Visually, she was an image of sophistication and control; but to hear her talk, she had accepted a level of personal degradation that Damian found unnecessarily extreme even for a fully collared slave.

Damian could tell that both women were being genuine in their desire to have him bend them over and fuck them. It didn't really surprise him, the weekend of the first week had started, and penis was in very short supply on campus. But Xianyun's depravity surprised him. Not that a woman's pussy would be as thoroughly trained in submission as she claimed hers to be, but that such a person was uncollared. He knew, of course, that some trainers would break a bitch all the way to accepting a slave collar and then take that collar away and kick them out when they became bored with their slave. He thought that was irresponsibly cruel. He felt that once an owner had accepted a slave, that they had a responsibility to make sure their slave was properly dominated. He felt guilty about Lianne and Angelica, they were

his

slaves and he didn't feel like he was meeting their needs.

He smiled wanly at Xianyun. "These sluts are just doing some humiliation training for a class project. They'll be released from these collars on Monday and go back to dominating bitches into sexual slavery. You... I know what you need, and I don't think I can provide it for you. You need a stable and permanent owner who can keep you dominated for the rest of your life. Someone who can put a marriage collar around your neck that will last for eternity. I know you're desperate and you'd accept a gag in your mouth and a cock up your ass, but what you really need is real

commitment

from an owner, so that

you

can give real commitment as a collar-wife."

Xianyun shuddered and nodded, accepting his statement as truth. She kept stoically drinking her tea, but the turmoil within her was displayed by the solitary tear that ran down her face. Monique flashed her tits at him, and handed him a business card with her phone number and dorm room.

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When they got to the health center, Nurse Joy was already dealing with a group who had come in before them. It was the guy who always answered questions in Bestiary class. With him was the sunglasses wearing kappa he'd seen him with before, and also a young woman with light brown hair, a light brown bushy tail, and a fluffy ruff of light brown fur around the shoulders. This new Pokegirl had her wrists cuffed behind her back and her ankles hobbled together. Otherwise, she was naked, revealing every part of her cute apple bottom that was left uncovered by her tail.

The nurse booted up her device. "So the new slave you're registering is an Evolution Fox Girl, correct?" When both slave and master nodded, she continued. "And you're registering her name as Eve, correct?" More nodding. "It's a bit of a formality, but Eve, do you consent to Gary registering you as his slave?" She looked at the naked Pokegirl expectantly. Damian's birth mother had been named Evelyn before she became a Pokegirl and abandoned her family. Seeing another Pokegirl named Eve reminded him that he should try to find out who owned her now. He considered Karen to be his

real

mom, but he thought learning answers about his birth mother might give him some emotional closure or something. He had really looked hard for Evelyn shortly after his father died, but back then he was a child who didn't have any resources. Now he had a trainer's license and access to Pokegirl hunting and registration databases.

Eve didn't say anything immediately. Damian couldn't see whether she was embarrassed or afraid, aroused or confused. As a newly enslaved Pokegirl, she was probably feeling many things. The kappa was having none of it. She lifted the Pokegirl's bushy tail with one hand and poked her index finger into Eve's butt crack. "Squirt. Squirt." She said menacingly.

The newly bound Pokegirl gave a little jump. "Ooooh. Yes. Master Gary owns my pussy. He owns my asshole. I am his slave, and he is... he is my master!" She squealed in excitement and defeat.

As the nurse was typing in the formal agreement, Gary chuckled. "Heh heh. Yeah, she struggled, but in the end she could not ignore my girth!" His kappa continued rubbing her fingers into Eve's ass crack, and the young Fox Girl pressed her backside into the invading digits as much as her bonds allowed. "I'm going to train her so hard that her parents won't recognize her!" This boast brought forth a moan of despair from Eve.