PMU: Damian’s Story Ch. 24

This chapter includes unsupervised battles with feral Pokegirls, and is both more violent and has higher stakes violence than previous chapters.

Tags: Monster Girl, Harem, Slavery, BDSM, Witch, Puppetry, Museum, Violence, GameLit, Domination

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A downpour started. Dark clouds appeared in the sky and it started to rain heavily. The rain came down like pennies from a skyscraper, making harsh tapping sounds against the roof and windows. Samantha opened her Pokedex and got no bars of signal. It was unfortunate, but it was also improbable. The museum was on campus, and the cell tower coverage at Pocket Monster University was insanely good. Samantha knew that her Pokedex got two bars in the Formless Void. She looked around for Robin, for her coven sister Robin, and asked her about it.

Robin was a member of her coven, having accepted training from Damian after she saw Samantha’s increasingly enthusiastic submission to the Demon trainer. Both had been anally trained, and could now orgasm from being sodomized by him. She felt close to Robin, almost like they were real sisters. In turn, they kind of looked like sisters. Both had hair that could pass for light brown or dark blond depending on lighting, both had massive tits. If they dressed the same, they might indeed be mistaken for blood family. Perhaps Sir Damian saw them as such when he had them naked, bound, and mooing for his cock.

When they compared their devices, it seemed that neither had any signal. It was an unnerving omen. They both looked to Damian for… guidance? Leadership? She wasn’t sure what she wanted him to do for her, or why she was deferring to him at the moment. Regardless, he hadn’t yet returned from the bathroom and she felt his absence. Surrounded by other students in the museum, she still felt isolated. The sky was bleeding outside, and she was cut off from the internet. It was like living in ancient history.

And then the lights went out, and it was like living before history even began.

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The dark skinned woman’s pixelated wings shimmered and flashed with static. When she was concentrating on her work, her physical appearance glitched more. “The whole power plant should be down to N-Sixty-Four level graphics, but it could get as bad as the Sega Saturn. They’ll have to take a time out to get their new quarterback in. That gives us some time to run any plays we want.” She unplugged her link cable from the port in her forehead, allowing it to retract into her cyberdeck. “Without a link cable of their own, only self funded pay phones are gonna be talkable.” She held up her own short range communicator in case there was any confusion as to what she meant.

“Thank you, Theodora.” The speaker was a Succubus Goat Demon Pokegirl, with demonic wings and horns poking through her black hair and a black devilish tail poking out from just over her tight butt. She stood next to a Pokegirl who looked very similar to herself, though with larger breasts, wings, and horns. Desdemona looked back at her mother for confirmation, or at least apathy. She received the latter. It was good enough. It would have to be. Her mother had delegated this part of the mission briefing to her, and had yet to ridicule her. “How is the weather, Peach?”

A slow dance drifted to an end as a pink translucent woman finished her appeal to the sky. “The storm hath appeared. None shall fly in or out until the cloud’s rage hath been quenched.” She wobbled like a dessert in transit to the table, the partially transparent ball gown she wore doing little to hide her curves. Atop her head was a crown that looked like it was made of bone. In a way, it was.

Not all of the assembled Pokegirls were happy to give Desdemona their reports. “Thisss will not be a battle,” the Toxic Lizard hissed, “thisss will be war. The hoo-monsss will never ssseassse their hunt for usss. When thisss line is crosssed, war will not end. Are you ssstrong enough to fight, girl? Ssstrong enough to fight forever? You are young, forever isss a long time for one sssuch asss you…” Her pheromones made her quite intimidating even without her burning gaze. The combination was enough to make most people crumble in submission. Desdemona was not most people, but it was still a lot to deal with.

Not knowing what to say to the challenge, Desdemona said nothing. She neither gave nor took any ground, and the two Demons locked eyes. Her mother spoke up dismissively. “Can’t ‘magin why you would not welcome any change my friend, see it come down.” Evelyn’s smile did not reach her eyes, but it did reach the intended audience. The challenge sputtered out like a flame snuffed.

Control reestablished, Desdemona caught the attention of Antonia and Karla, the Two-sided Hamster Pokegirls. She directed the sisters to take out the guards and shut off the power. The kartal escort two of them put their arms around Theodora’s waist and dragged her off with them. They looked much younger than the hacker due to the neotenous corruption effects of their Hamster natures, but the truth was that they were experienced mercenaries.

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Bathrooms on PMU campus were almost universally unisex, and that included the ones at the Museum of Pocket Monster History. Damian checked the stalls. Not just for occupancy, but also to make sure all three shells worked. The last thing he wanted was to commit himself to a bathroom stall only to find out there were only two working shells and he was going to end up soiling himself. He thought that Hinako could possibly make something functional out of silk, but he wanted to rejoin the group in a reasonably civilized manner in a reasonable amount of time.

Despite him having things completely under control, his Pokegirl slaves elected to stand at attention. And he was glad they were there, because the lights went out.

“Barbara,” he alerted the Bibliophile Bat Girl, “could you echolocate the shells for me? It’s gone dark.”

“Of course, Master.” Barbara didn’t have any eyes and navigated the world through her sensitive hearing and sonar emanations. The lights going out hadn’t phased her at all.

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“I’m sorry,” the security guard stated, “but the museum is about to close.” The museum lobby was empty save for the four security guards and the three Pokegirls had sauntered in the front door talking loudly about basketball. It wasn’t a strange thing for Pokegirls to come to the museum unattended, many trainers would send their slaves on missions to go look up information at the library or the museum while they worked on papers. That all three Pokegirls were uncollared scarcely warranted notice, as many students waited to collar their slaves until they could make a special event out of it. Some Pokegirl slaves remained uncollared until after graduation. Some trainers even expressed their ownership of their slaves without collars at all. Of course, these particular Pokegirls were completely feral, but that wasn’t immediately obvious to the security guards.

The two Hamster Pokegirls smiled. “Oh, we know,” Antonia said with an ironic menace, “I imagine it will be closed for a long time.” The security guards didn’t even have the chance to realize how much danger they were in before they were all zapped with chain lightning.

All four guards collapsed, whether they were dying or merely severely injured was an uninteresting question to the sisters. The two small women fist bumped their power gloves and began crawling over the desk. Their girlish figures were somewhat comical as they wiggled their butts to pull themselves over once their feet no longer touched the floor. Theodora knew the sisters were pretty easy going when they had full bellies, but for the mission they had skipped meals until they were extremely hangry. Cutting the link cables was the work of just moments, as the Pokegirls chewed through the wires with their teeth. They liked eating normal food well enough, but chewing through wiring was what they liked the best.

Of all the kinds of wires, the most delicious to electricity aspected rodent Pokegirls were ones that had a lot of electricity passing through them at the time. The two sisters feasted until they had full bellies, leaving the museum’s wiring a frayed mess. Both Hamster Pokegirls seemed superficially content, and possibly ready to take a nap, but Theodora knew they’d be hangry enough to fight again soon enough.

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The Toxic Lizard Pokegirl strode into the Ballroom. There were so many relics on display. So many means of capturing a Pokegirl, it fueled her disdain for humanity. It was proof if any was needed that hostilities between humans and Pokegirls had been going for a long, long time. Even through the protective glass, she could feel the power and the rage seeping out of the ancient prisons.

She made her hand hot like molten iron and tore through the armored material. Doing so would have set off many alarms had it not been for the diligent digestion of key electricals. Using her other hand, the hand that was now black like cast iron rather than glowing like iron being cast, she reached in and grabbed the first prison. It looked like a sword, and it was tied hilt to scabbard by many powerful ancient wards. Wards that were intended to stop a Pokegirl from breaking out, rather than to stop one from breaking in. Once the sword was drawn, a cat-eared Demon appeared. Her hair was white, and her claws were black. The fur on her tail and ears was both black and white. An icy wind flowed off of her body, causing the floor to becoming frosted like a children’s cereal.

The newcomer looked her rescuer up and down and maintained her cat-like aloofness. “Chīshǐ, hēiguǐ.” maltepe escort The Cat Demon said with disdain in her voice.

Smiling triumphantly, the femme fatale Lizard Pokegirl sauntered slinkily up to the new arrival. “You’re free now. Free to wreak havoc on the trainersss and traitorsss who imprisssoned you.”

“Nǐ jiūjìng shìshuí?” The feline Pokegirl asked. She snapped her fingers and the blade vanished from the Lizard Pokegirl’s hand and appeared in the hands of the frozen Cat Demon. “Wǒde jiàn huì qiángjiān nǐ.” She said after concluding a simple inspection of her weapon. A quick slice shattered the remains of the armored glass, and then a few brutal chops reduced three priceless antiquities to splinters and shards.

Three more Pokegirls took form. Each looking vaguely East Asian, but possessed of extreme corruption effects. “Wǒ tǎoyàn nǐmen suǒyǒurén.” The Cat Demon said to the newly released Demons. One had a snail shell on her back. One had brass antlers protruding from her head. The last was the least physically imposing, and had the fins and gills of a Mermaid.

The antlered Pokegirl looked at the frozen Cat and the blazing Lizard. “Nǐde yīn bùlǐ mǎnshì ézi.” She said levelly.

The Snail woman agreed. “Zhège fángjiān wén qǐlái xiànggè pìgu shǐ chòu.” It appeared that she’d rather fold herself into her shell than to continue social niceties.

Looking in all directions with her independently focused eyeballs, the Fish Pokegirl seemed upset. “Chīshǐ de jìnǚ!” She waved her fin-like hands. “Bèi gǎnrǎn de jìnǚ!” She concluded petulantly.

Having absolutely no idea what the newly released Demons were talking about, their salamanderesque liberator slithered up to them. “Thisss mussseum isss infesssted with trainersss.” They looked at her blankly, so she tried again. “Come with me if you want to live.” It did not appear that any of them knew any English, having been imprisoned before the modern English language had even creolized out of Norman and Saxon.

Each of them considered the dark skinned Lizard Pokegirl and their new surroundings carefully. “Qù nǐmā de, shǐ xīyì.” The Catgirl said with real sincerity.

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So numerous were the voices of confusion contributing to the cacophony that the hiss that had been added to the symphony alerted no one to the dangers. It was not until trainers and Pokegirls started collapsing that the murmurs of alarm changed to screams of terror. A paralytic poison does not, as it happens, freeze people as petrified statues, cool as that would be. What happened instead is that one by one the women in the room, and the few men as well, began losing voluntary control over their muscles and collapsed. A fall from standing height is actually quite dangerous if the person in question is unable to catch themselves, and so many of the students would probably need to go to the infirmary if they survived. That caveat seemed like it might be surprisingly important, as a group of armed Pokegirls strode into the HAM Room. Screams filled the Hall of Ancient Magitech and sputtered off into strangled gurgles.

There were seven of them: two Pokegirls of the traditional Succubus Demon appearance; one was pink of flesh and fiber and looked to be wearing a crown and a pink ballgown that managed sluttiness through transparency rather than through plunging necklines or form fitting silhouettes; another was legless, her lower half a metal segmented serpent tale; at one end there was a blond haired catgirl who seemed to have a twenty dollar bill stuck to her forehead; at the other end there was a rat-tailed Pokegirl; finally, bringing up the rear was a Bird Pokegirl carrying a Santa-sack. They each had short range communicators as well as an array of weaponry. “KSSSH… there’s no sign of a response yet, you’re good to go… KSSSH” The voice of a chipper Ferret Pokegirl came over the coms.

The smaller breasted of the two Succubus Demons smiled at the report. “Can I tell them, mother?” The larger breasted Pokegirl rolled her eyes and nodded. “Fantastic!” She pranced in front of the others and shouted out to the assembled trainers and Pokegirls. “Congratulations, you all receive invitations in my room. You were once the queens, but fate changes faster than the death of light. From now on, you’ll provide the envy, I’ll provide the spite.” She made an expansive gesture toward the other Pokegirls she had arrived with. “The time of humans has been long, forcing us in submission to the heat of desire. And that ends tonight. From now on: you give it, we take it; you build it, we break it; you sign and we erase it! And for all the Pokegirls who have lived under the tyranny of trainers, we whisper in the dark for the last time! They see what they want to believe, and up until now we’ve lived in their shadows trying hard to please them. But they’ll never change, as long as they’re breathing.”

The elder Demoness nodded in approval, pendik escort but not all of the audience was equally moved. Clara was one of the few who had not been felled by the paralytic gas, and was enraged by the threats against her mistress. She reached into her mouth and withdrew a pair of tailoring shears that were as long as her forearm. “Honk Honk!” the Clown Girl shouted as she rushed into battle. CLANG! The blades of her scissors were parried by the metal tail of the legless Pokegirl. The metal scraped against metal, it wasn’t very effective. “Honk! Honk Honk!” Clara shouted in frustration, realizing that she needed to change tactics. She was about to try to wrestle the Iron Snake Pokegirl to the ground when she found the ground had opened up beneath her. The building had enough concrete in it to withstand almost any impact, but the digging magic used by her opponent had turned the floor under Clara into a quicksand tomb. It was enhanced by a magic shovel in the Iron Snake’s hands, but worse for Clara was that it was super effective. “Honk!” she called out desperately. “Honk!” And then sand filled her mouth and she couldn’t honk at all.

“Fucking stay down, stupid bitch clown.” The Iron Snake hissed out contemptuously over the sand pile that Clara was buried in. She twirled her magic shovel and sneered. “I’ve sent you to Hell, ‘cuz I shovel Well.” A stone’s throw away, a very paralyzed Matilda moaned in despair as she felt her bond with the Scissors Clown weaken.

Witches tried to make something happen with magic, but Rini and Sammy found that the paralysis gas was super effective against them. Neither blue nor pink haired woman was able to so much as speak a magic word. Their fairy protections were strong against the darkness they expected Demons to use, but were less than useless against the poison cloud that had been used to incapacitate the room’s occupants. Even the teacher had been brought to the ground, her fire magic no particular help against the invisible attack. Samantha tried to point her hypnotits at one of the attackers, any of the attackers, but couldn’t move her chest into an effective position. All she could do was close her eyes and think. What she thought of was how much she wanted to see Damian, and that’s when she decided to send him a psychic message.

Her distress call went through, but unfortunately the magic did not go unnoticed. The leader of the attackers was able to notice the content, and alerted the rest of the Pokegirls. “Someone has sent out a message for someone close. Go out and find her man.” The Succubus laughed, because by crushing Samantha’s hopes, she had been bad enough that she could imprison the Tapir Witch in a wall of light. It was super effective.

Samantha’s limp body was hoisted into the air and suspended within the wall of evil power. The most surprising part to her was the degree to which the evil power glowed white. She had really expected it to be red or purple, or somehow spread shadow with emanating black light. But it turned out the wall of badness produced light of all frequencies equally, and this appeared visually as a soft white light. It certainly felt evil enough. The large breasted woman was pilloried, her wrists and ankles locked in place by the wall of light. The rest of her body was also in the wall, but had a bit more wiggle room. Anyone on one side of the wall would have access to her tits, anyone on the other side would have access to her ass. It reminded her of being tied to the bitching post, and she was very glad that Damian had just whipped and sodomized her on one. If she hadn’t been thoroughly dominated during her training session, the dark magic of the wall surely would have reduced her to a pathetic horny mess almost immediately. As it was, she waited calmly in her imprisonment, imagining how good it was going to be the next time Damian struck her with his lash of submission and then made her be his cock sleeve.

Trussed up as she was, Samantha could do nothing to prevent the Demoness from whipping her bountiful juggs. The black stripe of a submission lash extruded from the Pokegirl’s wrist and snaked through the air to strike a breast with a thunderous crack. It was super effective. The lash slashed through the air again. And again. The agony in the Witch’s tits was intense, though it was also familiar. It looked and felt just like Damian’s lash, though the magical power behind it was more than she had ever been on the receiving end of at one time. Still, the very similarity to Damian’s magic allowed her to imagine herself submitting to Damian instead. As she drifted off into sub space, she imagined herself servicing Damian’s cock, wearing Damian’s collar, being put on display by Damian. She imagined him branding her receptive rump, she imagined him clamping her nipples and clit, she imagined him flaunting her degradation to her family and friends. And she imagined herself collaring those very same family and friends for her master. For Master Damian. It sounded so right in her mind. Her pussy juiced up, but her training at Damian’s hand allowed her to avoid submitting to the Demonic Matriarch whose lash she was actually feeling on her sensitive skin.