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Angelica and Lianne let themselves into the Duarte house. Once inside, they began removing their school uniforms. They were similar height, but wore different size uniforms because the pale skinned and dark haired Angelica was considerably thinner than the blond haired cheerleader. It was for this reason that Lianne envied Angelica for her body. Angelica’s Bcup breasts were smaller than Lianne’s boisterous Cs, and her ass lacked the curved profile that blessed Lianne’s backside. It was for these reasons that Angelica envied Lianne for her body. However, even as they removed their shoes, skirts, blouses, and bows, their remaining clothing continued to match. They were left with black thighhigh stockings and sheer black lingerie that was intended to go with their black collars. The collars had dog tags identifying them as Damian’s property, and had been clearly visible even when their uniforms were on. Wearing those tags had caused some drama at school, and both women had lost friends over the situation.
As they neatly folded their uniform clothing, they were noticed by Daphne Duarte, Damian’s half sister. “What are you weird perverts doing?!” She rhetorically demanded, although of course it was reasonably obvious that that they were stripping down to lingerie in anticipation of going to Damian’s room. “My volleyball friends are over, and I don’t want you embarrassing me in front of Belinda and Michelle!” Her blond curls vibrated with exasperation. Less than an inch shorter than her brother, Daphne could physically stop the women from getting any deeper into the house with ease, but she quickly relented. It seemed she did not want to touch her brother’s slaves.
Damian’s room was downstairs, while his mother and sister’s rooms were upstairs. Angelica and Lianne could usually come over and joyfully submit themselves to Damian without bothering anyone else in the house. With Daphne and her friends hanging out in the living room, it was unfortunately not possible for the two women to get to Damian’s room without their nearnakedness being displayed for the girls. It made both of them blush, which was more obvious on Angelica’s paler skin than it was on Lianne’s beachtanned countenance. Neither one of them had visible tanlines, though for very different reasons. Nevertheless, while there was certainly shame to be felt while parading their bodies through the house, neither hesitated to march past the living room to display themselves as symmetrically as possible in front of Damian’s door before knocking.
While Angelica and Lianne were arranging themselves ily, Daphne was fuming. Belinda and Michelle had just stared at the underwearclad women until they had walked out of their field of view. “What was that about?” Michelle asked. Her brown ponytail shook back and forth as she looked expectantly at Daphne and then back into the hallway in case they came back into view. “I’d heard rumors, but they actually…”
Daphne grimaced. “My brother is a gross lecher, and he’s got those girls being weirdos too. They come over all the time, and they call him master like they’re doing Pokegirl cosplay.” She leaned in close, and her voice got very low. “Sometimes at night, he whips them. And they thank him for it. It’s. So. Gross.”
Belinda’s blond hair was obviously from a bottle, as her complexion was second generation from The Philippines. Her blond attitude, was for real. “Isn’t it like… romantic and stuff? They are really hot, and they’re in love.”
“Ew.” Daphne was not convinced. “They are weird perverts, and if we don’t turn the music up, we’re gonna start hearing them moaning and getting beaten up. It’s like a crime in there.” Daphne grabbed the remote and turned the volume up.
Damian answered the door wearing sweatpants and nothing else. From the wetness of his hair it seemed that he’d recently showered. From the puffiness of his eyes, it seemed that he’d been crying.
“Oh no!” Both women cried out almost simultaneously, and then by unspoken agreement it was Lianne who finished the sentence they’d both been thinking. “Master, what’s wrong? What can your slaves do for you?”
They were so earnest that Damian hugged them together. They both melted into his embrace and started rubbing their pantyclad pussies against his thighs. He quickly ushered them inside and closed the door. He sat down on his bed and his submissives came with him to sit on either side, pressing their tits against his arms. It was a nice and familiar feeling.
“I’m so sorry,” he began, “I won’t be able to go to State with you guys. They’re sending me to Pocket Monster University.” A tear came out of his eye. He wasn’t faking it for sympathy, he was truly very upset. “They’ve already set me up with a Pokegirl slave. Not only will I have to be apart from you, but I’ll have to take other slaves.” You looked into the eyes of Lianne and then Angelica with a sad sincerity. “And that means… that means you ladies can have other masters.”
The gravity of his declaration brought a gasp from both of the women. Angelica was the first to react. “No! We can’t serve other masters! If we’re going to be apart this year, you should get us pierced or no… tattooed, so that we will be marked as your property.”
The suggestion surprised Lianne, but as she thought about it, her face fogged up with lust. “Yesss.” The cheerleader was rubbing her thighs together in anticipation. “Master, you could put something that said ‘Damian’s Property’ as a tramp stamp, or right on our butt cheeks. And then whenever we showed some skin at the beach, everyone would know we were already owned.” The two women were getting each other worked up, and Damian could smell their arousal.
He felt that he needed to put his foot down before they started hurting themselves. “Please stop. I want to own you guys forever, but Pocket Monster University is really dangerous. Not only will we be apart, but I might even degenerate into a monster and spend the rest of my life in a Pokeball.” He took a hand from each of his submissives and gave them a squeeze. “No more talk about making commitments you can’t take back. You may have to abandon me. Now, our schedules overlap with three days off for Thanksgiving, three weeks for Christmas and New Years, one week for spring break, and nine weeks during the summer. I won’t let either of you commit anything you can’t take back until we’ve experienced a year like that.
“OK Master Damian,” Angelica conceded, “but when you come back to us next summer, you’re marking our bodies.” Lianne smiled and nodded enthusiastically.
“Well, I guess it’s time to meet the Pokegirl.” He walked over to the desk, and produced the Pokeball. Then he activated it and released the Bee Girl. “This is Beatrice, and she is my starter Pokegirl slave.” It wasn’t his imagination, she was definitely more human looking than she had been before he dominated her for the first time. Where before her arms and legs were weird spindly things, she now had definition in her calves and thighs, as well as her upper arms and forearms. She had a lovely face, and the red collections of compound eyes looked like something cute worn on the face of a person rather than hideous evidence that she was a monster. Her antennae poked out through her blond and black pixie cut hair, but that hair looked like a deliberate style choice with the yellow hair feathered over the black. Her transparent wings could easily be mistaken for something worn on her back.
The chest, waist, and hips were still alarming, though not quite so much as they had been. The waist was extremely tiny compared to the chest and hips, to the point that Damian found it unnerving. Her breasts were massive, though they had been brought more in line with human plausibility. They were still larger than Double Ds, to Damian’s estimation. The most alarming thing of all was still the presence of stingers. One came nearly thirty centimeters out forward from each of her forearms, and a third one extended from her butt.
“You have a Bee Girl, and her name is Bea?” Lianne asked. “That’s some nominative determinism right there. That would be like if Angelica became a Valkyrie Pokegirl.” Nobody laughed, and Lianne felt embarrassment that wasn’t the y embarrassment she craved.
Angelica gazed at the Pokegirl’s prodigious breasts with undisguised envy. “So, Beatrice,” the goth girl addressed herself directly to the Pokegirl, “what are you to Master Damian?”
“I am Master Damian’s slave.” Beatrice answered without hesitation. “Before I was owned by Master Damian, I was nothing. It is through slavery that I find purpose and self.”
Lianne whistled. “Wow. That’s intense. But so true.” She stood up, showing that she was slightly taller that the Bee Girl. “I know! Since we’re all Damian’s slaves, why don’t we strip and get whipped together? If we all deepen our submission to Master together, we can all be friends.”
Even though Angelica was feeling jealous of the new slave, she readily agreed. Soon all three of them were bent naked over Damian’s bed with their asses and hairless slits on display. They each presented a tempting target for Damian’s cock, as their pussies were all moistened with receptive arousal. Unfortunately, Beatrice’s rear spike still presented an insurmountable barrier to mounting her from behind. Damian idly wondered whether she would eventually become human enough that it would go away or at least become retractable. He had rested enough that his PP was recovered, and he flicked out his lash of submission. He gave quick swats to each invitingly swaying rump and brought it up between their legs to strike each pussy in succession.
“Thank you!” Cooed Angelica.
“Master!” Gasped Beatrice.
“Ooooooh!” Groaned Lianne.
Damian rested his dick between the butt cheeks of Angelica and squeezed them onto his shaft while giving her some light swats on the side of her hips and rump. She obediently raised her rear end and flexed her butt cheeks to try to hold on to her master’s cock. He withdrew his hot dog from her pale buns, to repeat the process with Lianne’s tanned and meatier butt. He lingered his cockhead at the cheerleader’s tempting asshole, and she gasped in submissive invitation. But then he withdrew his penis from her and all three women whimpered with thwarted horniness.
Beatrice represented a problem, because he could not repeat the process without having a venomous stinger slicing into his member. Instead he got down on his knees and brought his hands up between the thighs of Angelica and Beatrice. He felt for their clits, and gave each a pinch. Then while they were making their masochistic pleasuresqueals, he pushed fingers into their waiting pussies. Again and again he thrust in and rubbed against their clits and taint both. It did not take long before they both cried out their orgasms.
Not forgetting Lianne, he brought the fingers that had been honey covered by Beatrice to her mouth. She obediently licked the sweet material as he brought Angelica’s cream to the Bee Girl’s obedient tongue. Before Lianne was done savoring the sweetness, Damian was back to work: bringing his hands up into the treasured space between the thighs of Beatrice and Lianne. After giving both clits a sharp pinch, he went to work manually pulling an orgasm out of Lianne’s subjugated pussy. For Beatrice, he scooped her now freeflowing honey over her taint and onto her waiting anal hole. Then using just one finger, he pushed with greater and greater insistence until her ass accepted him obediently and he was able to piston the Bee Girl to her very first anal orgasm.
The annoying music of his sister’s friends seemed to be coming even more loudly through the wall, but that was nowhere near enough of a deterrent to keep Damian from bringing himself to completion. As each of his slaves bent forward over his bed in panting postorgasmic bliss, Damian began pumping his cock to spray globs of semen onto their upturned and receptive asses. “I’m cumming on you because I own you!” He shouted, and it was all any of the women could do to moan in agreement.
Damian had all four of them shower together, and they found that it was surprisingly difficult to avoid getting stabbed by any of Beatrice’s stingers. Still, it was a good opportunity for him to make all three of them kiss. Beatrice was into it immediately, as she seemed to be enthusiastic about any ual activities that Damian performed on her or ordered her to perform. He wondered what her limits were, or if she even had any. He had limits of his own, so it could well be that she functionally had no limits, if her true red lines were well beyond anything he’d ever demand of her. Angelica took some convincing before she started swapping spit with the Bee Girl, but with a combination of pinching her nipple and feeding her some of the Bee Girl’s vaginal honey, she surrendered and began enjoying it.
Back in his room, Damian started discussing the school promotional materials with his slaves. And there was a lot to go through. There were clubs, sororities, gyms, prisons, dorms, a hospital, a library, administration, cafeterias, a contest hall, a museum, a farm, a store, and even classes. As a freshman, he would have to take five classes in his first semester, and there was rather a lot of choices to be made. Every student had a core class to choose, which covered basic Pokegirl capture, domination, and training, but from a different perspective. He figured that he should take the “Cool” or “Tough” core class, because he didn’t think he had a change in hell of conquering Pokegirls with cuteness or beauty. And he probably wasn’t going to do great subjugating Pokegirls with cleverness. Angelica and Lianne both suggested going the tough route, which required him to spank both of them on their delighted masochistic pussies.
“What I want to know,” Lianne asked, after she had calmed down from having her pubic area reddened, “is how there’s enough crime at the university to warrant having multiple prisons.”
It was a reasonable question. In fact, it had been one of Damian’s first questions when he’d started reading the school materials, so he already knew the answer. “It’s not like criminal prisons, they’re places that bring in and detain wild Pokegirls. There’s several different environments like a cavern dungeon and a hedge maze, and feral Pokegirls get called in and have a hard time leaving. Then trainers go in and capture them for real. But I think the whole prison thing uses the same kind of magic as the Pokeballs themselves.” Each of the gyms was tasked with maintaining one of the prisons, so if he did join the Fighting Gym, he might be tasked with cleaning The Stacks, which was apparently some kind of warehouse.
Next was the gyms. You were supposed to choose a gym and attend training sessions regularly. But before graduating from PMU you were supposed to pass a challenge at each gym to collect a series of badges. But the more badges you had, the harder each gym would make it for you. “So really,” mused Angelica, “you should do the gym that’s hardest for you first and the one that’s easiest last. You have years to pass all of the badge challenges, so you should aim to make the last and hardest one as easy as possible.” That sounded right to Damian, though there was probably some reason that not all the trainers did that.
Damian figured that he’d join the Fighting Gym. He was apparently fighting type, and he didn’t have any specific powers related to rock, water, fire, wind, plants, thunder, or psychic powers. Although contemplating that, he had a confession to make. “So it turns out that the reason I’ve done so well in wrestling is that I literally have a magic power that lets me throw people without fail. So I’m a cheater I guess, and I’m going to have to return my wrestling trophies.” That was a conversation he didn’t want to have.
Both Angelica and Lianne wanted to know about Damian’s magic powers. Angelica gave voice to their questions. “So we know about your lash of submission, how you can beat us with it. It hurts, but it also makes us horny and submissive to you. Once you lashed and fucked me, I knew I needed to be owned by you forever.” That assessment drew general agreement from both Beatrice and Lianne. “But what are these other abilities? Humanizer and heart sense?”
He had asked Professor Linden almost exactly the same question. “Apparently humanizer is a succubus ability that lets them keep human appearance even when their corruption is high. It might also be helpful in evolving dominated Pokegirls into having more human traits, the Professor wasn’t clear on that. Heart sense is why I have an intuitive grasp on what women want to be dominated. It’s like gaydar, but for submissives. Both of those abilities are probably inherited from my birth mother.”
Thumbing through the brochures, Lianne had a question. “Why are there sororities and no fraternities?” Lianne had been looking into pledging for a sorority at State. “I know there are more women than men, but it’s weird that there aren’t any at all.”
The answer didn’t make Damian any happier. “The ratio of women to men in the whole country’s population is like sixty to forty, but among Pokegirl trainers it’s more like ninetyfive to five. And among pocket monsters, it’s like hundreds to one. Because not only are the trainer abilities more likely to appear in the female population, but most potential trainers who turn into pocket monsters transform into women at the same time. It’s why they get called Pokegirls, because the Pokeboys are just a rounding error on not existing at all.” It was a grim thought. Not that there was anything wrong with being a Pokegirl, but that if he became a pocket monster it sounded like he’d also lose his sense of self and probably forget his name the way Beatrice had.
Lianne was looking through the club list. “Hiking. Reading. Bug catching. Painting. These all seem pretty normal. Poison club? Is that legal? Equestrian club? Like for horse riding?”
Angelica already had it open on Damian’s computer. “I guess sort of. It says it’s a club for raping and racing pony girls. They also make pony girls carry people and pull heavy stuff.” She looked at some of the other club sites. “Looks like the bug catching club is pretty similar. Do you think you need any help raping Beatrice? There’s a club for that.”
He considered her words both in their intended lighthearted fashion, and in their literal meaning. Damian wasn’t sure that he had an answer for either one. “It’s a good question,” he started, which surprised both Angelica and Lianne, “Beatrice, when I ually assaulted you, was it OK? I mean, do you think I should have ually assaulted you… better? Was it traumatic? Or… more traumatic than it needed to be?” Damian did feel guilty about the whole thing, he normally preferred to dominate women only when he could feel that that is what they wanted. And Beatrice hadn’t wanted that, hadn’t even been named Beatrice, until he had beaten her to near unconsciousness with the lash of submission.
Beatrice had been largely left out of the conversation. Despite being a Pokegirl herself, Beatrice had no memories of Pocket Monster University and had not been spending most of the previous year comparing institutions of higher learning, unlike the other women that Damian owned. Put on the spot, she hummed in embarrassment before answering. “I don’t know if it could have been better. I’ve never… I don’t think I’ve ever been ually assaulted before. I’m really glad that you took ownership of me, so I guess that you forcing me to cum on your hand was the best moment in my life. If I would change anything,” she hummed and tapped her face in thought, “I guess I would have liked my first cum as your property to be with Master’s cock in my pussy.” While a reasonable request, Damian wasn’t sure how he could have made that wish come true while she had been trying to kill him and had the brutal venomous stinger protruding from her rear.
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