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Pmu Damians Story Ch 18

Pmu Damians Story Ch 18

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Beatrice stood outside the toilet stall and buzzed with concern. "Master Damian, I don't understand what laxatives have to do with our battle?"

Speaking from a toilet wasn't the most dignified position to be in, but Damian didn't mind. "It's about taking the match seriously. My sport of choice is wrestling. And in wrestling, you get paired up against someone who weighs the same as you. If you don't take things seriously and go to the weigh-in with a kilo of food in your intestines, you're going to get paired with someone who did take things seriously and has an empty stomach. And they are going to have an extra kilo of muscle on their body."

"Hmmmm," the Poison Bee Warrior mused, "but the contests in Pokegirl gyms are

not

weight restricted. You don't gain anything by weighing less when you meet Samantha in battle."

Damian chuckled. "Like I said, it's about taking the match seriously. Unlike with Wrestling, the system wouldn't penalize me for not emptying myself before the fight. But it wouldn't

feel

like I was putting everything into it. Not to me. A fight is as much about your mental state as it is about the strength of your fists. We're facing off in the Psychic Gym, so that's probably even more true. If I don't feel like I'm doing everything to prepare myself, I won't be at my best."

"And that's why you drank three glasses of laxative goop last night?" Beatrice hummed in consternation.

Damian's nod wasn't audible, so he answered vocally. "Absolutely. It's what I would do if I was preparing for a wrestling match, it's what I'm doing to face Samantha." There were some gurgling noises. "At higher levels, wrestlers send themselves into clinical dehydration before the weigh-in and then rehydrate with IV fluids. But I'm doing this for a psychological edge, not to put myself in the hospital."

Beatrice wasn't sure that what her master was doing was completely sane, but he

was

her master. She had no choice but to cheer him on.

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The Psychic Gym was an imposing structure. Where other gyms sought to cultivate the body, the Psychic Gym sought to cultivate the mind. The path to the front steps was bordered by cherry trees, their pink blossoms drifting in the wind. An interesting trick, considering that it was the beginning of October. The building itself was patterned off of a Southeast Asian wat, with a central stupa surrounded by a walled garden. As Damian walked through the garden, he saw students contemplating rocks and painting flowers. He wasn't sure why the flowers needed to be painted, they seemed like they were perfectly reasonable colors to begin with.

At the reception desk, a Pokegirl was bound in a straight jacket and suspended by ropes. She wore a blindfold and her breathing was surprisingly measured for someone in such extreme bondage. Her legs dangled uselessly and between them, her roped cunt glistened. The woman's long brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail, revealing the heavy brass collar around her neck. As Damian approached, she merely hung there, waiting.

"Excuse me?" Damian began.

The bound Pokegirl startled, jostling in her bindings. "Ah! Oh... sorry. I didn't see you come in." Damian wondered if that was a joke. He was still undecided by the time it had been long enough that it would be socially awkward to laugh, so he decided to keep it all inside. "Welcome to the Psychic Gym, I'm Catherine. How can I assist you?"

"Yeah, hi. I'm Damian Duarte, I'm here for a battle challenge against Samantha Stephens."

The dangling Pokegirl seemed lost. "Right. You're the undercard battle." Damian wasn't aware that there was a title event for him to be the undercard for, and said as much. "This afternoon third years Miko Mido and Hotaru Tomoe are going to have a five on five UU battle in the Formless Void, followed by a two hour punish fucking for the loser. Yours is a three on three NU battle in the Serene Dojo followed by a twenty minute punish fucking for the loser. That's why it's the undercard." As she was blindfolded, it wasn't exactly surprising that she wasn't

looking

at him, but Damian felt kind of odd that she wasn't really even facing him.

"So... where do

I

go?" The entrance to the Serene Dojo was a big and obvious archway, but that was for members of the audience. The changing room entrance required directions from the Pokegirl, and it turned out to be hidden behind a cat statue.

When he got into the changing room, they had gi for him to change into, and requested that all trainers and Pokegirls enter the dojo with bare feet. This required Beatrice and Hinako to come out of their Pokeballs to remove their shoes. They were in the process of doing that when he noticed that there was another group on the far side of the lockers. He figured it was probably Samantha and her team, and announced his presence.

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He was proven correct when the Hypnotits Tapir Witch herself stepped around the corner. She was in her underwear, and she was wearing black lace lingerie. Despite her tremendous bosom, the rest of her body was only mildly curvaceous. Her butt was just a handful per cheek, which barely hid the back end of her ruffled thong as even the minimal back coverage protruded from her crack. Her thighs had a thickness to them, but only enough that Damian wouldn't quite be able to make his fingers meet if he squeezed one with both hands. Not quite enough thickness to hide the gusset of her panties. If he were to pull the ruffles of her thong past her waist, they would fall to the floor without further intervention. Her light brown hair had a shine and fullness to it, her locks bouncing as she walked almost as much as her breasts did.

But of course, the most striking thing about her was her prodigious bosom. He found them distracting and those without the protection of dark magic found them literally hypnotic. Breast sizes became difficult to quantify outside the common range. That is, a "Double-D" could also be considered an E, but some systems went to Double-D or even a Triple-D and then had E on top of that. If someone was listed as J-cup, more information was required to know how many cup sizes that was beyond the C-cups of Damian's own human slave Lianne. Once magic had pushed boobs outside the normal mortal boobage, any bras had to be made custom, and quaint concepts like "cup size" ceased to have any meaning. The hypnotits power made the user's tits grow massive in size, and for Samantha that power was so intrinsic to her awakening as a trainer that the Pokedex listed it as her descriptive class. Damian wasn't

hypnotized

by them, but he did appreciate the view.

Samantha's nose twitched, and she gave herself a slight bounce to make her tits shake. "I see you've come to receive your punish fucking, Fighting Man."

Damian shrugged. "I have to write a report about bullying someone for my Tough Core class. I've decided to use my bullying of you. So I'm going to try to push you past resistance and shame to arousal and acceptance. Then I'm going to write it up and turn it in as a homework assignment." She was furious, and her nose twitched in rage.

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The dojo itself was surprisingly similar to something that might be found in the Fighting Gym. The floor was covered with a mat, and along one wall there were a series of flowers in vases and dildos in cases. Against the far wall there was a statue of a breasty and embarrassed Cat Sensei Pokegirl. But along the wall to Damian's left was a tribune upon which audience members could sit. He recognized most of the people in the stands. Adelaide had come sitting next to Willow, with Pippi forced to sit on the floor between her mistress' legs. Morgana the Astral Witch and Lucinda the Emotion Witch were both women he recognized from English class. Rini the Lunar Rabbit Witch had come as well, though he wasn't sure if she was there to root for him or against him. Courtney gave him a big wave, even her hand gestures being loud. Esmeralda was there as well, though it wasn't clear what her sapphire eyes were looking at. Several women from Mathemagic class were there, and Damian knew them only in the technical sense. There wasn't nearly as much class participation in Mathemagic as there was in Tough Core or English, and he didn't really know them that well.

Before the battle began, Damian was approached by one of the women he didn't know at all. "Hi! I'm Tomoyo! Is it alright if I film an interview with you before the battle?" She brought out a camcorder.

He shrugged. "I guess? Why do you want to do that?" He adjusted his gi, though he didn't accomplish much because it had been made for a woman's body and was very loose around his chest.

The long haired woman laughed musically. "Nabiki, my Psy Fox Girl slave is going to miss this match because she sleeps eighteen hours a day. I'm making a video record so that she can watch it when she wakes up." She poked him in the chest. "But this interview isn't about me, it's about you! You're about to have an epic battle against Samantha. Tell us what this battle's about. What's the history? What brought the two of you here? What's this ancient grudge that can only be solved by one or the other of you being punish fucked in front of an audience that will surely masturbate to the loser's humiliation?"

Damian had tried to start an answer several times, only to be steamrolled by the camera woman. When he was reasonably sure she was done, he started again. "I think it started when Samantha was talking shit about some women I didn't even know at the time. I told her to knock it off, and she tried to bully me with her tits. That didn't really work, and when she got blown off she was really mad. We turned out to have Mathemagic class together, and she tried to bully me some more and I blew her off some more. And then she booked a fishing trip for a new slave and challenged me to a three on three fight." He scratched his head. "That's pretty much it. I told her to stop mouthing off about collaring other trainers, and I ignored her when she tried to dominate me with her tits. And now we're battling."

Turning the camera back to herself, Tomoyo gave some more commentary. "There it is! A battle for the honor of another lady! A chance to prove himself stronger than the dominating hypnotits of Samantha, or a final crushing defeat beneath them!" She turned the camera around again. "The women whose honor you are fighting for, who are they?"

He blinked, confused. "Oh, you mean originally? I think it was Annie and Cathy."

"The stakes couldn't be higher!" Tomoyo crowed, the camera now back to her own face. "A battle for the necks and pussies of two beautiful twins. To the victor, a chance to collar twin trainers and take their pussies as their property as they surrender and become good girls forever. To the loser, a shameful cuckoldry as they watch the objects of their lust dominated and taken from them by the more powerful trainer! The loser will just cum in shame, watching as first one and then the other twin succumbs to the trainer who already defeated them. The twins' submission a cruel reminder of their own crushing loss on this very stage. But when the collar closes with the weight of finality on the necks of the twins, will it be a Demon's cock or a Witch's tit that they are looking up at with tear-filled eyes?" The woman had worked herself up into a blushing fluster.

"Wait... what? I'm not... they're not...

what!?

" But Damian's incoherent objections went unheeded, as the woman with the camera was already off to interview Samantha.

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The woman who presided over the battle had the gray hair of advanced age, but her modest kimono did little to hide the fact that she had firm breasts and a rocking booty. She was the dojo's mistress, and she had burning eyes and a gray mist that surrounded her hands. "

This is an NU battle with two Pokegirls and one trainer on each side. No swapping or items. Victor is the last trainer standing. The loser will submit to punish fucking for twenty minutes.

"

From Damian's side of the room, Beatrice floated into the battlefield. Samantha sent Madison as her representative. The crinkle-haired blond made a taunt that sounded like a dolphin cutting a dis track. Beatrice responded with interpretive dance. Damian recognized her dance as the swords dance, a means of preparing her blades to draw blood.

The older lady raised her hand. "

Beatrice. Versus. Madison. Round One! FIGHT!

"

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Madison spat a jet of water at Beatrice. The Bee Warrior Pokegirl was faster than the Mermaid, but her drills didn't reach nearly as far as Madison's water jet. But while the spray was more than enough to muss Beatrice's hair, it wasn't near enough to deter her advance. The distance closed quickly, and Beatrice buzzed in triumph as she connected with her arm-blades.

Blood oozed from the Mermaid where the blades went in, and then sprayed from the Mermaid when the blades were pulled free. Madison screamed in agony and fear. The blond woman fell to her knees. Sensing her victory, Beatrice spread her legs and angled her hips so that Madison could see up her very short skirt. She came face to nethers with the triumphant Bee, seeing both her sticky panties and her gleaming butt spike. "Kiss the pussy or kiss the stinger! Which will it be, hmmm?" Beatrice flew slightly closer, reaching with her hand to pull the crotch area of her panties to the side.

Weak from injury and in a position of completely manifested danger, Madison leaned forward and kissed the glistening cunt. The act of submission was the end of the battle, but Beatrice grabbed the Mermaid by her blond hair and pulled her face deeper into her crotch. Madison, for her part, was overwhelmed by the aphrodisiac effects of the cunt honey, and began energetically lapping at the pussy that had so recently subdued her.

The ember eyes of the dojo's mistress flared. "

Beatrice Wins. Submission.

" There was polite clapping from the audience. Two Pokegirl attendants came onto the battlefield, one a Pig Girl who bounced in jovially, and the other a Cat girl who had to take tiny steps because of the heavy restraints on her ankles. They yanked Madison out of Beatrice's crotch and hauled the cunt-drunk Mermaid off to have super potions sprayed into her chest holes. She'd need a new shirt, and she wouldn't be allowed back on the battlefield for the remainder of the match. By having kissed the pussy of her opponent, she had lost by submission. It was no different than if she had been knocked unconscious or withdrawn into a Pokeball.

Being the victor, Beatrice was allowed to remain in the ring. The long, rectangular battlefield wasn't really ring shaped, but that was what such things were called. From Samantha's side, Jeanie was her replacement. She had blond hair and wore a pink belly dancer's outfit. On her arms, on her legs, and very noticeably on her neck were tight gold hoops that signified her status as a Pokegirl and a slave. The ember-eyed grandmother who presided over such things raised her hand. "

Beatrice. Versus. Jeanie. Round Two! FIGHT!

"

The battle against the Mischief Elf Girl looked promising at first. As before, Beatrice had the advantage in speed, while Jeanie had the advantage in range. Jeanie conjured a golden hoop and held it before her eye, blasting out a wave of pink destruction focused into a beam that devastated anything caught within it. Beatrice proved too fast, and was no longer visible in the hoop when the power had manifested. At the other end of the room, a crocus in a red vase paid with its life. The Bee Warrior's blades met Jeanie's clothes, transforming them from dubiously appropriate fetish-wear to tatters in the blink of an eye. Unfortunately, at that distance her movements proved incapable of getting her out of Jeanie's field of view even limited by the hoop restriction of her magic. The second pink blast tossed the Poison Bee away like the singed wrapper of a microwaved pizza pocket.

Despite her injuries, Beatrice struggled to stand. Her arm blades raised in defiance. Jeanie's breasts jiggled openly now that her bodice had been shredded. The Mischief Elf laughed, and brought her hoop to her eye. The pink blast filled the space where Beatrice had been, but by that time she was already back in her Pokeball, and that Pokeball was in Damian's hand. The pink glare vaporized empty space. "

Jeanie Wins. Retreat.

" The applause were muted, the crowd had wanted to see blood or cum.

Damian released Beatrice from her Pokeball. "I've failed you, Master!" She buzzed in anguish.

Pokegirls came bouncing and teetering to spray the Poison Bee with healing potions. He shook his head at hear. "You didn't fail. We're one-all, and we've gained valuable information." Turning to Hinako he gave his coaching advice. "Jeanie needs to

see

to use those mind blasts. Stick her eyes down, and the battle is basically over."

Hinako lurched onto the battlefield, rotating her head to face her opponent. The dojo mistress acknowledged her entrance and intoned: "

Jeanie. Versus. Hinako. Round Three! FIGHT!

"

Jeanie had not bothered to fix her harem girl top, the vest still hanging open and loose to reveal her breasts. She nodded at her opponent and conjured a gold hoop into her hand and brought it to her face. No blast of pink psychic energy was emitted, because Hinako's silk trap was already triggered. An almost invisibly thin strand of sticky silk formed a lariat that was pulled tight around Jeanie's head. It squeezed Jeanie's poofy hair against her skull, but more importantly it closed the Elf Girl's eyes. Jeanie dropped her golden hoop, and it fell flat against the mat without bouncing once. She clawed at her face, trying to free her eyes.

But while Jeanie struggled in the trap, Hinako was not idle. On her hands and feet, the Spider Girl scuttled up to Jeanie and began wrapping her in more threads of silk. Soon she was bound wrist to wrist and elbow to elbow. Hinako pushed her opponent over and bound her ankles to each other. More silk went on the eyes, and then the clothing began to be removed. Jeanie's pink outfit had been designed for titillation, not for protection, and it took but a moment to pull away all covering of her pussy and asshole. The trussed Mischief Elf Girl found herself tossed over the Long Legs Spider Girl's knee, and then Hinako reached her exceptionally long arm around to find the entrance to her prey's vagina. Her fingers at first found it dry and resistant, but after a bit of exploring and stimulation, the Pokegirl slave found herself shamefully juicing up. Once Jeanie was wet enough for penetration, Hinako put two fingers in and then pulled them out, repeating again and again as the helpless Pokegirl groaned in meager protest.

Hinako took giant steps with her long limbs and repositioned herself so that her own cunt could rub against Jeanie's face while still having a hand continually pumping in and out of her victim's rapidly juicing slave pussy. "Kiss. Submit and kiss." Hinako hissed. The Mischief Pokegirl held out for only a few more pumps before she succumbed to the lure of submission to Spider pussy. She kissed hesitantly at first, and then began lapping with gusto at pussy that had defeated her. Still blindfolded, she had no idea what the dojo mistress was doing when she said "

Hinako Wins. Submission.

" Unable to move her hands or open her eyes, Jeanie simply came in submission on the hand of her tormentress and licked up the pussy-drool of the Pokegirl who had defeated her. The crowd clapped politely. Soon she heard the rapid tapping and intermittent bouncing of the retrieval Pokegirls, and she was hauled to the side.

Samantha's gi would barely contain her bazongous melons even if she had tied her belt on tightly, which she had not. Tit flesh wobbled into view with every step. The Hypnotits Tapir Witch trainer put her hands on her hips and gave a hearty laugh. Hinako assumed a stance with hands and feet on the floor and back and butt below elbows and knees. She rotated her head to look at her opponent, the two long locks of her hair dangling almost to the floor. The dojo mistress noted that they were in starting positions and announce. "

Hinako. Versus. Samantha. Round Four! FIGHT!

"

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