Pmu Damians Story Ch 14

Still in the health center, Damian had determined that he absolutely had to get Esmeralda and Hinako to stop being bitches to each other. And as far as he knew, the only way to do that was to make them be bitches together. He'd asked Joy to use a different room at the daycare portion of the health center, and she had provided something that was a little more domestic. Mostly just a bed, a large TV, and some sex toys. Damian had no real intention of watching TV, so he ignored it. This was about team building, not about passing the time.

He pulled the blanket off the bed and folded it up on the floor. "This will pad your knees, so I want all four of you to put your knees on the blanket, with your tits and chins on the mattress." He gestured for Hinako and Esmeralda to be in the center, with Beatrice and Courtney on the outside. "Now, raise your naked asses, I'm going to whip your asses and pussies."

As they all got into their assigned positions, Courtney gave encouragement to Esmeralda. "This is the best part. It feels sooo good when Damian lashes your pussy. It

makes

you submit. He's literally whipping your resistance away and replacing it with pure horny domestication. You will do whatever he makes you do. And you will thank him."

Beatrice gave advice to her sister slave as well. "Mmmmm. Hinako. Master Damian owns our pussies all the time. But when he whips your pussy, it will really feel like he's taking control of you. Your mind just empties of everything except your need to be owned and the certainty that Master Damian is your owner. Mmmmmm. Just thinking about it makes me wet with need to be whipped in the pussy by Master."

Having by far the longest legs, Hinako's butt was the smallest and yet was very noticeably higher off the floor than the other women. Beatrice, Courtney, and Esmeralda were not the same height, but they differed by only a few inches and their leg length to body height ratios were pretty similar. As such, the height of their butts as they prepared to be smacked had more to do with the spread of heir knees and the arch of their backs. Looking at their naked rears, there would be no question as to which was which: Esmeralda had a red gem inset into her skin just over her butt crack, and Beatrice of course had her brutal stinger. Damian was familiar enough with Courtney's cute rump to recognize her from behind, but with such distinctive asses as contrast he hardly needed to be. He extended his lash of shadow.

Whatever the health center had done to heal their injuries, it had also restored Damian's PP. Further, it had given Damian an almost painful erection, but he thought that was just a natural side effect of being tit rubbed by Joy's desperate Pokegirl. It meant that he could use his lash a great many times. And with four asses to discipline, he had every intention of draining all his power into drawing submission out of their needy cunts. Smack! Hinako's upturned butt was the first to be stung by the lash, and it brought a tiny quiver and a tiny groan. Her butt cheeks were quite small, especially for her height, and in this position her rosebud was completely unprotected. His second strike aimed straight for the asshole and the crack caused the sphincter to clench. "Ooooh!"

The gem encrusted butt of Esmeralda was the next to feel the lash. Her sphincter was hidden in her crack, so she got two quick swats: one to each cheek. Her sapphire eyes turned to Courtney. "I won't be able to stop him. If he takes my holes, they will belong to him! I feel the whip pushing me into servitude. It's so good. It's so much

better

than submitting just because my slutty pussy wanted me to." She made a ghostly groan of satisfaction.

Courtney reached in and kissed her. "Having your submission forced upon you by the lash feels amazing. You can't fight it and you don't want to. Right now we're wearing his training collars, but if he wants to put us in slave collars we can't stop him. You'll just become his property and cum your freedom away." Esmeralda moaned in submissive anticipation. Then the lash came down on Courtney's ass, and she moaned too.

Beatrice was the last to get spanked with the lash of submission. She loved it, but her slave collar was already in place. "We're all wearing your collars now, Master. Take control of their fuck holes. Mmmmmm. Give me new sister slaves!"

Damian probed the pussies of both Hinako and Esmeralda and found them to be wet and receptive. Then he proceeded to brutally whip both of them. He brought the lash up between Hinako's legs, and then he did the same for Esmeralda. He alternated back and forth, counting a half dozen blows to each, leaving each labia red and sore. They weeped in agony and joy. To give them a bit of a rest and to keep the others from feeling left out, he gave a snap of the whip to Beatrice's pussy and then to Courtney's, receiving aroused thank yous from both.

Then it was time for the main event. Getting onto his knees himself, he positioned his cock at Hinako's entrance and roughly stuck two fingers into Esmeralda's lower lips. "Kiss, sluts." Hinako and Esmeralda dutifully locked lips as Damian's penis spread Hinako's cunt. He pounded his member into the Spider Girl's delightfully tight hole, and frantically stimulated the ghost-cold vagina of Esmeralda. When it seemed they were both nearing their limits, Damian pulled out and switched. The rough treatment was too much for the women, and Pokegirl and trainer both came on Damian's invading flesh.

Not giving them rest, Damian switched again, pounding his cock into Hinako's overly sensitive pussy while forcefully stimulating Esmeralda's exhausted clitoris. Soon they were gibbering incoherent pleadings and licking each other's faces as one orgasm seemed to merge into another. Damian came into Hinako's grasping cunt. As he pulled out with an audible slurp, both women collapsed face first on the bed.

Courtney stuck her fingers into Esmeralda's quivering sex, withdrawing them in order to lick the girl juices she had extracted. "Mmmm. This tastes like submissive pussy. I think your pussy

liked

the feeling of being owned." Esmeralda lay down in post-coital satisfaction and shame. Then Courtney hopped over to Damian and kissed him on the lips. "Thank you for doing that for her."

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Nurse Joy looked at the well-fucked Spider Girl and the two sweaty trainers who were still wearing training collars. "I assume you have some more women to register as your slaves." Next to her, Bliss whined in need around the egg in her mouth.

Beatrice buzzed happily. "All three of them will sign. Hinako's a Pokegirl, so she already belongs to Master Damian. And if Esmeralda or Courtney become Pokegirls, they need to immediately revert to ownership by Master Damian." She swatted both Courtney and Esmeralda on their asses, being careful to land with open hand rather than ferocious stinger.

The nurse seemed to have assumed as much, and had provisional ownership contracts ready for both Courtney and Esmeralda. Courtney was a little tearful when she signed hers, Esmeralda's sapphire eyes revealed nothing.

Hinako put her exceptionally long arm around Esmeralda and brought her into a hug. Nothing got rid of pocket monster inherent class animosity like really getting sexually dominated together.

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When Damian and his entourage got out of the health center, they'd missed lunch. Courtney offered to order pizza, and they agreed to pay the fifty dollar deposit. The pizza place in town would only deliver pizza to Pocket Monster University if a deposit was paid. Fifty dollars during off peak, one hundred dollars during high traffic periods. If their delivery girl didn't get out in an hour, the deposit was forfeit. All the order-out places did that, as a way to discourage the PMU students from sexually dominating their delivery girls. If anything, this just encouraged other students around campus to seduce delivery girls even more, the knowledge that

another

student was going to lose their deposit because the pizza girl was too busy licking their pussy was not much of a deterrent. Still, it was early enough in the day that the delivery girl

might

make it on campus and out again without anyone turning her into a cunt puppet.

They came back to the Elm Street dorm through a common area, and were confronted by a group of Rabbits setting up a big flat screen. It was the twins Annie and Cathy, as well as their Rabbit Pokegirl slaves: the fiery Enya and the watery Marina. "Oh, hey Courtney," Annie greeted her fellow Rabbit classed trainer, "Rini said you were collared all weekend for a class thing."

"How's being a collared bitch-slave?" Cathy finished the thought of her twin sister with perhaps more negativity than was required.

Courtney looked irritated. "Wearing a training collar and getting topped every day is actually pretty nice." She glared at Cathy. "I'm sure we can arrange a trial for you. If you come by Damian's dorm room, we can slip a collar on you and then Damian pound your bunny holes into submission and then whip you until you beg for his cum. Does that sound like something your pussy needs? Damian just enslaved a new Pokegirl, but I'm sure she'd love to make a good girl out of you." The two Rabbit trainers locked eyes and imaginary sparks flew between them. Also, Cathy had very real sparks appear next to her hands.

Annie was more positive. "Courtney! You can talk! That's so cool." She gestured to the equipment they were putting up. "If you wanna come down to the common room tonight, we're gonna to have a six hour marathon of Hallmark-X movies."

There were confused expressions on both Courtney and Damian's faces. The eyes of Beatrice and Esermalda were difficult to read. Hinako didn't seem to know what a Hallmark-X movie was, and had no real opinion on the matter. "Aren't Hallmark-X movies all the same?" Damian gave voice to the question that was weighing on Courtney as well. "Why have a marathon, and not just watch whatever they happen to be showing tonight?"

Cathy snorted. "A lot of people think there is only one kind of Hallmark-X movie, because they all have a female protagonist and she always ends up in a collar at the end. But those people are wrong."

"The truth is," Annie completed her sister's thought on a more positive note, "that there are three different kinds of Hallmark-X movie. The most common is The Escape type, and that's why we'll be showing two of them tonight. But there are also Family type and Guide type movies, so we'll show one of each. The three plot structures are the EFG of Hallmark-X content!" When she got excited about something, it was easy to believe that she had been a cheerleader in high-school.

"Oh? How are they different?" It wasn't that Damian didn't

believe

the Static Rabbit twins, he just didn't know what else to say.

An electrical crackle brought everyone's attention to Cathy. "All Hallmark-X movies target the Hallmark-X audience primary demographic: white collar professional women in their thirties, forties, and fifties who have slavery fetishes. The most common storyline is

the escape

. A professional woman has a demanding job, she goes to a remote place, and then she never goes back to her stressful job because she gets collared by her new owner. The escape represents escaping from the high stress life she has at the beginning, not escaping from the person who collars her. She doesn't do

that

in any of these movies."

Annie jumped in, literally. "The

family

type story presents the protagonist as having a family life that is coming apart. Newly widowed, getting divorced, wanting kids, being estranged from her kids, whatever. She has a whirlwind romance, accepts a marriage collar, and then her family life comes together. Sometimes she becomes owned by her original spouse, sometimes it's a new owner, structurally it doesn't really matter. After collaring, she gets a close relationship with her owner, but also with her children, her sister, whatever. The family fantasy is one of repairing family bonds even while becoming bound."

"The guide fantasy," Cathy continued, "is a little different because the protagonist is a

younger

woman. She starts a new job working under a professional woman, she gets trained. And then she gets

trained

, and ends up accepting a collar and being the slave of her mentor. The guide fantasy is the negative inverse of the other movies in a lot of ways. Crucially, in these stories the women of the target demographic are expected to identify with the tormentor/owner rather than the protagonist/slave." She picked up the boxes of the movies they were planning to show. "As you can see, on the cover of

Prisoners of the Corn Maze

, the tormentor isn't shown. We just see the protagonist, fearful and partially bound. Even on

Leashed for Life Day

, there's nothing to indicate which of these happy family members has collared our heroine and put her ribbon-wrapped under the tree. But on

Workplace Demands

, we see the boss lady standing behind our protagonist holding this collar and leash that are obviously intended to be fitted onto the worried heroine."

Even as Damian was formulating a question as to why the twins knew so much about low brow domination romances, Courtney explained it to him. "Annie and Cathy are film studies majors. They're going to make derivative schlock!" She seemed quite pleased and supportive of this.

Annie shot her sister an exasperated look. "See what happens when you describe things like that? Other people think your negativity isn't sarcastic." Turning back to Damian and Courtney, she continued. "We're planning on making demographically targeted works for genre enthusiasts. It doesn't have to be for the Hallmark-X channel. It could be for like Disney-13, where it's all teenage girls bullying each other but there's no actual sex. Before you make

art

, you need to make

craft

. Anyway, do you think you guys can come to the marathon?"

There were few things he'd like to do less at that moment than watch assembly line bondage porn for the midlife crisis set with a group of sarcastic genre savvy college girls. Staying through the whole marathon might be a virtually guaranteed way to get laid, but he literally just captured a slave and that was not an issue. "Actually, I think I have to write an English paper tonight."

The Rabbit twins nodded to that. "That's right, you're in our class. What's your essay about?" The two sentences came out of two mouths as the twins completed each other's sentences.

"I'm calling it

BULL shit three RINGED cir-cus SIDE show freaks

." He had quite literally never written a university essay before, but he was fairly sure a punchy title would help. And now that he was in college, he could finally use swear words in school projects. Maybe he'd get bored of it some day, but it certainly wasn't

this

day.

Annie recognized the line immediately, she had a good ear for poetry. Probably two good ears. "That's the insult that the leader of the team of villains levies at May's Pokegirls when her team of slaves come out of their pokeballs. It seemed like a weird angle, her team of Pokegirls was pretty normal."

"I think May's team seems normal to us," Damian mused, "

because

it was May's team. We take it for granted that hunters and championship contenders have diverse teams of slaves, and those are the trainers that we celebrate on television. And in books like

The May Saga

, for that matter. But those are teams optimized for

battle

, for most purposes a team with redundant capabilities is considered ideal. The gyms are structured the way they are precisely because most trainers end up specializing. The existence of the X-tamer ability is a very real incentive for specialization. If you sexually dominate enough fire aspected Pokegirls you get a real and measurable bonus when training fire aspected Pokegirls. Trainers like May forego that kind of bonus in order to have a team that is optimized for battle against an unknown foe, something that won't be relevant in most trainers' lives."

The twins nodded in unison.

They

certainly had no interest in being championship battle contenders. "We have to turn in two essays because there's two of us, but we're going to work on them together."

"So we're doing one paper about how modern love letters and anniversary cards borrow heavily from May's expressions of affection for her Mud Fish Pokegirl. And another one about how modern love letters and anniversary cards use quotes wildly out of their original context." Damian had momentarily forgotten which twin was contributing which parts of their presentation. An outcome that they encouraged by switching places physically and conversationally while they spoke.

"Like, how many Valentine's cards have

You Look So Precious Now

on them? Even though the original context was 'YOU look so PREcious now

I

need you TO feel this, RE-lease in SODomy.' It's the beginning of a line where the Sea Basin Goddess is trying to break May with her hydro pump. It's not really Valentine's material."

Cathy smugly concluded: "Except that with context forgotten, it obviously is."

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The pizza came, and it had carrots and onions on it. Damian was initially baffled, but then he remembered that Courtney had actually put in the order. Like all Rabbit classed trainers, she had a two track mind. Thinly sliced carrot on a pizza was much better than he'd expected. The pizza girl had been hopeful when Damian had asked Beatrice to pick her up, being quite disappointed when he'd then ordered his Pokegirl to fly her safely back to her vehicle. She obviously knew the chances of a delivery girl getting off campus without finding herself sexually dominated by a trainer, that's why she'd worn lace panties and a shelf bra under her uniform. Getting her back to work, she'd probably have another chance to come onto campus and end up submissively cumming on the hand of some dorm domme, but she wouldn't be doing it on Courtney's deposit so Damian didn't mind.

Willow was excited that there was another Pokegirl slave in the dorm room. Hinako was not much of a conversationalist, having been deeply disturbed upon finding out what the current year was. But she was willing to politely listen to Willow's rhapsodies about how she intended to turn her best friends from high-school into sex slaves for her mistress. The plans themselves confused her, but the idea made her aroused.

When Hinako stood, she was as tall as Damian or Willow, towering over the other women in the room. She walked back to Damian and towered over him as well because he was sitting in a chair eating pizza. "Master." He looked up at her quizzically. She needed a thorough cleaning, she needed someone to do something with her long white tangled hair. But mostly, she needed clothes. Damian's shirt did not fit her very well. Her crotch was quite close to her shoulders, all things considered, but her arms were long and her body was thin. The shirt was all foldy in the middle, and her medium breasts were not given the kind of presentation they deserved. "I feel better about myself now that you have enslaved me. I'm not sure how long I was trapped as a spider, but it seems like it was a long time." Damian nodded. She'd been in a health center Pokeball for five years, he didn't know how long she'd been in spider form before a hunter team had taken her down. "Willow says she is going to help her mistress enslave other bitches. Now that you've made me into your slave, I was thinking I might be able to help you enslave other bitches as well. I see that both Esmeralda and Courtney are wearing training collars, but they have not accepted you as their owner." She nodded at the two trainers with their pizza slices. "I could bind them in silk so their pussies were totally at your mercy, then you could pound them into slavegasm with your powerful cock."