Pmu Damians Story Ch 15

Courtney resigned herself to being jeered as she entered the classroom on Damian's leash. She was not disappointed. Women, and even a few of the men, hollered. Some hollerings were unintelligible statements of sexual aggression, with others being more specific statements about her secondary characteristics or how much the hollerer would be willing to pay for her. It was a technique of collective bullying intended to break down a woman's self esteem and encourage them to accept domination. It was covered in chapter twenty-four of the Tough Core textbook:

Mob Shaming

. Looked at from a purely technical perspective, Courtney found that it lost its edge when examined. Rather than engendering feelings of disgrace, she felt smug. She singled out one of the louder members of the peanut gallery - Ayane she thought the woman's name was - and mouthed the words "You're Next." She smiled as the woman swallowed her taunts.

Professor Lorre smiled when Damian led Courtney up to the front of the class. "I see you have a new haircut, Courtney. Tell us about it."

Turning on her loudest noise, Courtney projected to the whole room. "DAMIAN CHOSE MY NEW HAIRCUT! THEN I KNELT DOWN WITH HIS SLAVES AND THANKED HIM WITH A BLOWJOB!" Many of the women in class looked shocked, some looked aroused. Professor Lorre looked hungry.

"Very good, Courtney. I think it's time for Britney to unlock you. That is, if you

want

to be unlocked." Courtney nodded, and the teacher's pet came to unlatch the collar on her neck. Courtney touched the empty space under her chin where the collar had been over the weekend and looked at Britney calmly. Damian put his arm around Courtney's shoulder, and the Rabbit Artist leaned her head against the chest of the man who had topped her for several preceding days. He gently kissed the top of her head, and then the two of them went back to their seats.

The teacher was less pleased with Mary and Melissa. The purple haired Melissa was still struggling against the pale skinned Mary. It was obvious that their relationship hadn't gone well over the weekend. Professor Lorre asked them to explain themselves, and was rewarded with a cacophony of crosstalk as the two of them heaped blame and aspersions on each other. An extra collar was locked onto Mary's neck and Britney took both leashes.

Mary and Melissa found themselves stripped on all fours. Britney wore the teacher's taming rod and used the dildo end to stretch out both women's pussies. She alternated from one cunt to the other, pushing in with more speed and urgency each time. Soon she was giving each woman a hard pounding, pulling out only when the pussy she was in seemed about to cum on the intruding phallus. The rod would then be forced into the other cunt, using the vaginal secretions of the rival to ease the dominating entry.

Halfway through the class, both Mary and Melissa were begging Britney for sexual release. Britney slapped each of them on the ass and forced them to kiss each other while she brought them to orgasm with her hand. Then she sat down with the taming rod rising up obscenely between her legs. Melissa climbed on and rode Britney's rod while Mary crawled between and licked the pussies of both Britney and Melissa - as well as the magitech shaft that connected them. When Melissa had cummed herself into being a limp rag doll on Britney's lap, the teacher's pet dumped the purple haired woman on the floor and directed Mary onto her lap as a replacement. Soon, Mary was fucking herself onto Britney's rod. As Melissa rose from her orgasm coma, she meekly crawled between Britney's legs and showered Mary's ass with submissive kisses.

At the end of the class, Mary's white skinned nakedness remained on display. She cried tears of blood as the metallic dragon woman yanked on her leash and led her out of the classroom. The purple haired woman allowed no tautness to develop in her leash, as she obediently followed Britney out the door.

Damian could definitely see why Britney had agreed to be the teacher's pet. Whoever lost, Britney won.

He

left the class with Courtney, hand in hand.

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Lunch time was sushi time. Damian had put a bunch of different rolls on his plate and was working his way through them. He noticed that Courtney, but also all the other Rabbits, Pokegirls and trainers alike, had decided to take those sushi offerings as came with carrot garnish. It was like they didn't care at all what the maki or uramaki contained, so long as a carrot slice was part of the deal. Hinako had grabbed a bunch of ebi nigiri, Beatrice made due with sodas from the fountain, and Oksana elected to just eat the wasabi paste with soy sauce. Diana, Rini's catgirl Pokegirl had grabbed some sashimi and was licking it right off her plate. Damian was the only one at the table who was really sampling different sushi rolls and he was certain the women were missing out.

Rini eyed him warily. "I see that Courtney isn't collared anymore." It was a simple and accurate observation, but she said it like a detective in a television drama. He could imagine a deerstalker hat over her pink hair.

"Yes. The collar was only supposed to be on over the weekend." Damian shrugged. "A couple students didn't do it right and got a domination penalty. But I think Courtney was a good bitch, and the it looks like the teacher agreed." Oksana looked offended on her mistress' behalf.

"Yeah, the pairs were ranked, and we came in second!" Courtney was justifiably happy about a second place finish. The number one place went to Ivy and Regina, unsurprising as Ivy had brought Regina to class in a gimp suit. "But... now that I'm not collared anymore, are you going to change your dorm lock so my card doesn't let me in?" The admission that Damian had programmed her key to open his dorm door in the first place made Rini's eyes get even bigger. The expressions of Annie and Cathy also demonstrated that they hadn't expected Damian to give Courtney a pass to enter his room, but Rini seemed borderline

mad

about it.

Damian shrugged. "You're still welcome into my room whenever you want. I'd much rather you just

came in

than have you standing outside shouting." He didn't feel like he had said anything romantic, but not even his own Pokegirls seemed to agree with him.

Courtney put her hand on his bicep. With her hand contrasted with the thick part of his arm, she looked much smaller than she did when she was shouting. "Damian? If I collared myself again, would you whip me and sodomize me into submission?" Her ears twitched in anticipation of his reply.

It was obviously a trap. Damian looked at her, and he looked at the other trainers. They were all looking at him. "Um... not in a bank, or like, in front of my sister. But if you're asking if I think you're sexy enough that I'd accept your submission sometimes, then yes. Obviously yes. I think you're really hot, and watching you squirm under me while I dominate you to orgasm again and again was wonderful. If you find yourself wanting my cock to tyrannize your asshole sometime, I'd be

honored

to have you as my sometimes-bitch." He put his hand around her shoulder and pulled her in. Courtney sighed and they shared a kiss. Mouth to mouth.

Annie and Cathy shared a look that was both scandalized and jealous. "Looks like his stick is her carrot." They both giggled. Rini and Oksana looked upset.

Breaking off the lip lock from Courtney, Damian became thoughtful. "But we really should talk about collaring your roommate."

The spell broken, Courtney hmmphed. "You haven't even pounded my asshole until it takes the shape of your dick yet, and you're

already

trying to get me to enslave other women for you?!"

Damian's hands came out in a basta motion. "Not for

me

. Esmeralda has a really submissive pussy, and she

needs

someone to wrap a collar around her neck. I think it should be you." Everyone stared at Damian like he'd dropped his pants. Seeing the arguments begin to form in Courtney's mind, he pressed on. "I'm serious. I don't think you need to go all out and get her a slave collar or an engagement collar, I don't think you even want the implied commitment of putting her in a training collar. Just... just like one of those little collars people put on their girlfriends. A relationship collar, something that Esmeralda can feel on her neck when she's tempted to allow other dommes to put her into a cage."

Courtney thought about it. Oksana was

highly

supportive of the idea. For the first time, Oksana seemed to be on Damian's side.

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When Esmeralda came to Mathemagic class, she had a thin choker on her neck with a discreet padlock on the clasp. On her way to her seat, she stopped and looked at Damian for a long moment. Her sapphire eyes were unreadable, and she took her seat in silence.

When

Samantha

came into the classroom, she was anything but silent. She strode up to Damian with a confident swagger in her hips and a distracting jiggle in her massive breasts. She pulled out two pokeballs and dropped them on the floor. "Ooops." She said sarcastically as her two Pokegirls formed in flashes of light. Two blond women appeared, one wearing a belly dancer outfit having very straight hair and the other having a relaxed perm and nothing but an I ♡ NY shirt to cover her body. Samantha cackled like a cartoon villainess. "Oh look! It seems

my

slave raid was successful! Looks like we will have our three on three battle after all. That is... unless Mr. Fighting Man didn't get himself a second slave. It would be so

sad

if Madison, Jeanie, and I had to administer a three-on-two thrashing." Her nose twitched, and her tits jiggled.

Damian sighed. "Yes,

my

slave raid was successful as well. You can look forward to a proper three on three match, followed by a hard punish fucking." He shrugged. Samantha seemed to wait for him to toss out his own pokeballs, only to be disappointed when he kept his balls in his pants.

Rini again tried to convince Samantha to pull out of the battle challenge. The pink haired witch speculated all kinds of horrible things Damian might be tempted to do to the other witch's pussy and asshole, but even more than that she waxed rhapsodic about thing Damian might do to her tits. Whipping them, clamping the nipples, biting them. Rini even suggested that he might pierce her nipples and chain them to a collar or a clit-ring. Damian wasn't sure where she was getting these ideas, because he was reasonably positive that it was against the rules to put piercings into an opponent during a punish fucking. It was intended to be humiliating and sexually degrading, but not disfiguring in any

permanent

fashion.

He felt rescued when the teacher flew in and started talked about frequency, wavelength, and velocity. When the teacher laid it all out like that, it seemed fairly straightforward. Increasing the frequency or the wavelength increased the velocity or decreased the wavelength or frequency. One of those equations where the equals sign had real meaning.

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"Remember what I told you when I first made you my slave?" Damian had two fingers buried in Hinako's gash, and he was moving them in and out with excruciating slowness. "I told you that you didn't have to cum. You don't have to cum ever again. You're my property now, and if I choose to bring you near orgasm but refuse to allow you release, that's simply my choice. How does that make you feel?"

The Long Legged Spider Girl gasped and moved her hips, trying to impale herself more thoroughly on her master's invading fingers. His question hit her hard. How

did

it make her feel? It made her feel completely owned, and her master's ownership was the most important thing in her world. But she also wanted to cum. She wanted to empty her mind of everything except subservience to Master Damian and have slavegasm after slavegasm, each cum pouring more of herself into vassalage. It was a quandary. She did not

like

being prevented from orgasming, but she very much liked submitting to her master. And how could she prove his ownership of her without doing things she did not like at his demand?

She turned to her sister-slave Beatrice, who was absolutely no help at all. He'd told Beatrice to edge herself until the video call with Lianne and Angelica, and the poor Poison Bee Girl had set herself the task of abusing her sex like they had different mothers. Whenever she got herself too close, she'd begin slapping her own tits and taking deep humming breaths until she was ready to go back to frigging herself.

When the video call opened, Lianne and Angelica were dressed in nothing but slave collars. They were sitting on the bed in their shared dorm room, hands behind their heads and tits-out in a slave presentation. This was the first time Hinako had seen her human slave-sisters, and she was overcome with jealousy. How completely had her master imposed his ownership on them that they would remain so subjugated even at great distance. Hinako wanted to be beside them, wordlessly proclaiming her submission in every aspect of her stance.

Damian had Hinako and Beatrice stand similarly, hands behind their heads and tits presented for inspection by their counterparts on the other side of the screen. With their hands preoccupied, Damian's hands had free reign to fondle their breasts. He groped the Pokegirls roughly and they both groaned in need. "Lianne, Angelica? Have you been good slaves?" They both smiled and nodded. "Have you been holding in your orgasms, reminding yourselves every day that your slave-pussies belong only to me?"

"Yes master! We have! We haven't allowed ourselves to orgasm. We've been waiting for your command! Our pussies belong to you. We can only cum when you tell us that we can! Please let us cum Master." They were both babbling. In a sense it didn't really matter which of them had said which sentences.

Damian reached down with each hand to find the clits of his two Pokegirl slaves. He had to reach down a lot farther for Beatrice than for Hinako. "You're such good slaves. Always able to cum for your master. Always knowing that your master decides when you cum." He started stroking Beatrice and Hinako faster and faster. Lianne and Angelica whimpered and twitched as it became harder and harder for them to keep their hands behind their heads and away from their needy pussies. "Now! All four of you slaves: Cum. For. Me."

Both human slaves touched themselves. They screamed. They blurted out gratitude and obscenity in equal measure. It occurred to Damian to wonder what their neighbors in other dorm rooms thought, but decided that he didn't care. The intensity of their climaxes and submission had been so great that neither Lianne nor Angelica could speak for some time. They just lay on the bed where they had flopped, muttering their appreciation for their owner. Damian smiled at them, and then pulled out his penis so that Hinako and Beatrice could entice it into spraying semen on their faces. This was a task that both Pokegirls took very seriously.

Once a layer of jizz had been shared between them, the two slaves turned to each other and began licking Damian's cum off each other's faces and spitting it into each other's mouths. The sight was so arousing that both Angelica and Lianne sat with their legs spread wide so that they could display how they were stimulating their cunts and nipples.

Eventually Lianne spoke actual words. "So Daphne has a game today, right?" That being the reason that neither his sister nor his mother were on the call, Damian nodded. "I hear the volleyball team is doing really well with her as captain. You know what happens if they go to the state championships, right?"

Still in the afterglow of erupting onto the faces of women that he owned, it took Damian several heartbeats before he pieced together what she was getting at. "Wait, you guys would do that for the

girls

volleyball team?"

Lianne attempted to maintain an innocent expression and failed almost immediately. "Well,

yeah

. If a team goes to the state championships, the captain gets a training collar and a cheerleader of their choice for a week. It's

tradition

." She looked hard at Damian. "

You

of all people know how that works. One week isn't usually enough time for even a team captain to break a cheerleader into a lifetime of servitude, but... Daphne

is

a Duarte. There's tradition there too." She fingered the slave collar around her own neck and sighed.

"The collar doesn't always go on the cheerleader," Angelica helpfully pointed out. "As I recall, the team captain gets to pick the cheerleader and place the collar. But sometimes it's the cheerleader leashing the team captain instead of the other way around." She developed a demonic smirk. "Which do you think she will choose? Do you think she'd rather spend a week trying to subjugate a cheerleader, or do you think she'd rather spend a week auditioning to be a cheerleader's collar-wife?"

Damian was surprised by the question, and even more surprised to realize that he couldn't answer it. Of course he knew which option his

mother

would take, Karen had been lamenting the lack of a collar around her neck since his dad died. But Daphne always expressed disdain for domination all around. She referred to both Damian and his slaves as "perverts." As far as he new, she didn't even date. He'd never seen her take a boy or girl home. She'd stopped playing with collars when she declared herself too old for dolls at the venerable age of twelve. She never triggered his heart sense, but he didn't know if that meant that she had no interest in being dominated, or that she had no interest in being dominated

in front of her brother

. He thought he knew his sister pretty well, but he had to admit that if she did lead her team to the state championships, he had no idea what choice she'd make.

After admitting his ignorance, they talked about classes. He showed them the potions he'd made in alchemy class that day. They talked about his upcoming battle against Samantha. They talked about the difficulties that Beatrice was having with learning the dance moves needed to make the swords dance happen that could evolve her from Girl to Warrior.

"If she's having difficulty with the magical dance," Angelica speculated, "maybe you need to try different music? What kind of music do they do in dance fighting class at the Fighting Gym?"

"Hmmmm," Beatrice hummed, "it's Portuguese bateria, Broadway show tunes, or Eighties pop." She shrugged. Beatrice couldn't remember what music she liked when she was human.

Lianne and Angelica nodded, those were reasonable choices. They suggested some others. "I can't wait to meet you two in person," Hinako gushed, "your naked bodies can be bound in my silk traps, pussies presented for Master Damian's use. It will be so great when I can tie you up as completely helpless fuck toys to wrap around Master Damian's cock. You could be tied to chairs, you could be tied to each other. You could hang suspended from the ceiling for Master Damian to pound his cock into your mouths or cunts." Her enthusiasm was infective and soon all the slaves begged for sexual release until Damian led them in another masturbation session. It was longer and involved less screaming than the first, because there was a lot less edging beforehand. But the slaves were all sweaty and grateful when it was time to sign out.

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Adelaide crouched down when the woman asked who was coming. As freshmen, they had to have at least two trainers to go on a slave raid in The Garden Maze. That was simply nonnegotiable. But despite the fact that the whole thing had been cooked up by her own slave in order to try to get her a second slave, Adelaide was still very embarrassed to do it. Her first slave capture attempt had gone incredibly poorly. It had taken her several do-overs before Willow had had a slavegasm, and if she hadn't had most of her human sensibilities left to her, Adelaide probably wouldn't have survived to the second attempt - let alone the fourth. Of course, now Willow had completely accepted Adelaide's ownership of her pussy, and even wore an engagement collar promising to become her collar-wife. But despite Willow's confidence that her mistress could enslave other bitches by taking control of their pussies, Adelaide's confidence was still rock bottom. And so when the woman asked who was going into The Garden Maze, she had to ask a second time before Adelaide admitted that she was coming.