Fighting Them There

###Fighting Them There Chapter 17###

###Fighting Them There Chapter 17###

Sidewinder Kate, or Slave Cat as she chose to be known at the moment, handed the riding crop to Max. On her face was a look of anticipation. Undeniable horniness warred with trepidation. He took it from her and gave it an experimental swish through the air. It wasn't completely rigid, but it wasn't flexible enough that he could make it snap the way he could the Tartarian whip. It was closer to the Mictlanian cane, but the end had a leather tongue. He didn't regard himself as especially well read on such subjects, but ever since his class had begun pushing the women in his party in the directions that it had, he'd tried to stay ahead of the game. The end of the riding crop was either a popper or a flapper, and he wasn't sure which. In any case, the purpose was to spread out the impact to make a strike noisier and less damaging.

For that matter, he wasn't entirely sure that it was technically correct to call it a riding crop at all. That was the basic name, for basic people like himself. People who were really into horse riding divided such things into jumping bats, vaulting whips, show canes, and all sorts of things. People who were really into BDSM had floggers, cane whips, scourges, and on and on. Both rabbit holes were very deep, and Max had only downloaded the shallowest of explanations to his computer. He didn't know if Cat had purchased this object from the horse whip people or the sex whip people. Given her country music persona and her predilection for kink, it could plausibly have beeneither. Riding crop was the default name and also a pun, as either definition of ride could be applied to a whip.

Having gotten a literal and figurative grasp on the riding crop he gestured with it at Cat and he saw her breath quicken. "Cat, you're going back to Earth tomorrow. I won't be back to Earth until February, and when I'm there I'm going to be seeing my family and friends and I simply won't be able to spend that whole month training you. You won't be able to come back to Camp Acheron until May, and again I won't be able to spend that whole time with you." Still kneeling on the floor, the woman looked terrified. "You canbeone of my slaves, but you're not going to be sharing my bed every night or even every month. For the next few years at least, I'll only be giving you the sexual release you need a few times a year. Are you sure you're OK with that? Because if you're imagining a future where we live together and I give spankings to your needy little slave tushy every night, that isn't happening. Certainly not any time soon, and maybe not ever." He idly tapped the shaft of the riding crop against his other hand while awaiting her answer.

Cat stopped like someone had paused a video. Her face looked like she'd just realized she had missed a semester's worth of homework assignments or saw an overdue credit card bill. She swallowed hard and made a big decision. "Master, I realize that you will not have a lot of time for this worthless slave," her whole body jerked as if she'd just been poked in the butt, and since she'd just activated the act of supplication, she kind of had been, "but please, just for tonight, train me like a slave you'll own forever." She placed her hands under her substantial breasts and held them out in offering to her master.

Of all the people in the room, the most awkwardly out of place was Danny, though Khorog was a close second. "Um... what are you guysdoing?" Danny had magically enhanced perception and a vivid imagination, so he was actually pretty sure he knewexactlywhat they were doing, but he was too embarrassed to say anything to that effect.

Max tapped the end of the riding crop on Cat's shoulders like he was dubbing her as a knight. "The slaves need to have training to advance their seals, Danny. There are various ways that can happen, but they've all come around to wanting that training to be sexual. Sidewinder Kate here has decided that for tonight, she wants to be Slave Cat. I'm going to beat her, and I'm going to fuck her, and she's going to beg me to let her cum. And every member of my party is going to watch me do it, and some of them are going to masturbate." There were various gasps around the room, and Max ignored them. "As for you, Danny, you can stay and watch, or you can go somewhere else. Same goes for you, Khorog." He shrugged.

The orcish berserker didn't need to think about it for long. "I being go away now," he said, his poor use of human grammar the only indication of how flustered he was, "this being strong strange now. Being go. Being go." He walked out of the room with what genuinely looked like a nonchalant dignity about him. A testament to his ability to put a brave face on a situation he was uncomfortable in.

The human Sentry was more visible about how flustered he was. "Why are you telling me this?" Danny pleaded. "Why not just do it in your room and pretend I couldn't hear?" It was a question Max had asked himself. But itwouldbe pretend: Danny's class was the highest perception class in C-tier. The man didn't have X-Ray vision, probably, but he had senses of hearing and smell that were pretty close.

"Well, I mean, you're aSentry, right?" Max responded, "even if we went to the next building over, you'dstillhear us. We could both pretend that you didn't know about our sex training sessions, but why? We don't have anything to be ashamed of, no secrets we need to keep. At least, not from you." He turned to his own team's defender. "Chloe, come over here and tell Danny what you are."

The Hoplite staggered forward as if she had been pulled on a rope. Taking a position next to Max, she squirmed and her skin turned red. "Um... Danny? Master Max has made me into a butt slave. He um... he owns my butt now. I didn't think I wanted to be a butt slave, but Max showed me that I was wrong. He showed me that it was better to surrender and let him take ownership of my butt." She shuddered in shame, then she sighed in relief.

"Wow," Danny said, "so like, they are all your girlfriends now?" The Chinese American looked fascinated and terrified, propelled off the cliff of horror by the impetus of curiousity. Like someone about to click on a video link after they'd been told why they should not.

Scrunching up his face asymmetrically, Max demurred. "Well,Sophieis my girlfriend. The rest of them get the girlfriend experience when they need it," he glanced at Fiona, "but if they wanted to have boyfriends, I don't have therightto deny them." At his feet, Cat looked sad. His attention turned back to Danny. "So if you wanted to beChloe'sboyfriend, you could still ask her out. She's still a person, she can make her own choices. It's just that whether she's dating you or not, she'll still be my slave. I'm still going to be training her, still owning her asshole. And she'll still be a member of our team." Everyone looked at him like he'd said something insane.

Chloe's head spun so quickly that her braids went flapping around like the tails of a comet. "Master Max, Master Max!" She interjected in a panic. "Does that mean you're going to make have sex with your friends?" Chloe looked horrified. Fiona snickered.

Max sighed. "No... well, we definitely do group sex training in the party. But even so, if you don't want to have sex with someone, I won't force you to. And I wouldn't ever ask you to have sex with someone who wasn't part of all this." He waved his hands vaguely at the other party members. He sighed again, with more even more weight. "It's just... with this class I amcheatingon Sophie. She's been very nice and understanding about it, but thatiswhat's going on." Sophie herself started to object, and he held up his hand. "Howridiculouswould it be for me to demand monogamy from any of you? No, I'll try to keep all of you satisfied, but I know that I can't be enough of a boyfriend for all of you. Not like you deserve. So if any of you want to date outside the party, you absolutely can." He tapped the popper (or perhaps flapper) on Cat's shoulder. "That goes for you, too. I can train you tonight, but when you get home I'm not expecting you to stay celibate. Iownyour submissive little pussy, but when I'm not around you can do what you like."

One person who'd been quiet until that point was Monique Jackson, also known by her stage name of Peppa Grinda. "It sounds like a deal, you make me your slave, but I'll keep it real, gonna misbehave." She walked over and knelt next to Cat. "Just one month in three, just a short pastiche, that's when you'll own me, 'til I'm off the leash." She copied Cat's hand position in offering up her bosom.

"Wait," Danny said, "you're putting seals on civilians?" His voice betrayed that he was worried in an entirely different way than he had been before. "Why?I mean, theycan'tgo to the dungeon, what's the point of them getting seals?"

It was a good question, one that every member of the party had pondered. "You know," Max admitted, "I really don't know. The class has unlocked seals thatonlygo on non-hunters. So far, all the weird stuff the class gives out that doesn't seem to have any purpose has turned out to be really important, so we're doing this. But it's a blind alley, we don't know where it leads." Having gotten that off his chest, he got serious with Peppa Grinda. "I know you're really proud of your rhymes, and you should be. I'm really impressed. But right now we need clarity, not poetry. So please, just say it normally. I'm going to whip Cat. She is a pain slave, and I'm going to whip her until she cums. Peppa, when you get your seals on you, whatexactlydo you want me to do to you?"

Despite having thought about almost nothing else for the entire time that Max's party had been in the dungeon, Monique still had to think more. There were many scenarios she had imagined, some more fantastical than others. "I thought... I thought it would just be like with the braids girl. You'd just rape me however you wanted, and your magic dick would make me enjoy it. And when we went back to Earth I would have the same kinda magic strength as Kate does. Taking dick four times a year ain't much for magic strength." Her assessment felt like a punch in the gut for Max.

"I didn't..." He mumbled, unable to form a coherent rebuttal.

"Master Max," Cat said eagerly, "I know what Monique wants! She wants to be treated just like me. She wants you to make her tits bigger. She wants you to spank her ass and whip her tits. She wants you to own her pussy and make her into a human pet. I brought a collar and leash for my own neck, and my bag has another collar and leash for her." She smiled like a student expecting praise. "We could bematchedslaves. Leashed and whipped together. Taken for walks together. Servicing your cock together." It definitely sounded more like whatSlave Catwanted than whatPeppa Grindawanted, and her declaration got a lot of side eye from all around the room.

"Is she right, Peppa?" He asked the woman whose fate was being decided. "Would you like to be whipped like Slave Cat? Collared like Slave Cat? Made into a pair of dominated pets? Is that something you would like?" His demeanor was skeptical, almost harsh.

"I..." Monique Jackson had to think.Wouldshe like that? She probably would. She'd been hearing basically nothing but gushing reports of the enslavement process from Kate. From...Cat, she reminded herself. And that naive hunter girl had taken to enslavement like a dog to a bone. But was it what she wanted? Did shewantto bend over next to her friend and get spanked until her pussy got so wet that Max's monster cock could push into her with ease? Did shewantto wear a dog collar and crawl between the legs of Max's powerful hunters to lick their pussies in total submission. It wouldn't have been her first choice, but it was an attractive offer. And she didn't want Cat to keep holding this over her. "I think I would like that."

Max looked down at her with feigned impatience. "You would like...what?"

She closed her eyes. She took a breath. This was a road she wasn't coming back down. "I... Monique Jackson... would like Master Max to make me his slave. I would like to suffer the spankings and whippings that Slave Cat receives, I would like to receive the collaring and humiliations that Slave Cat receives. And I would like to receive the hard fuckings that Slave Cat receives." She shivered, and her already prodigious breasts quivered in her hands. She looked up to meet his gaze, and her eyes were filled with hope and shame.

Pointing the riding crop at Cat's tits, Max had another question. "The seal makes changes to your body, makes you more beautiful to me. I can't fully control it, but I can try. Cat got bigger tits, what do you want?" He gave one of Cat's tits a light smack and she lolled her tongue out in exaggerated joy. The end of the crop that was a popper or perhaps a flapper moved back in front of Monique Jackson's face.

It was like a buffet table at a plastic surgeon, Monique was stunned into silence. Bigger tits was obvious, Kate had been rubbing those things on her all day. Kate's fake tits had been absolutely top shelf, but her magic tits were ridiculous. But there was so much more she could do. "Can I... stand up for this?" Max agreed that she could. "OK, so I want my tits bigger, obviously. And can they stay up like this?" She held them just slightly higher on her chest than they naturally sagged to. "And when they come together in the middle, I'd like them to touch, but not be completely mashed together. Incomplete touching, so it's obvious there's a dick canal in between. And my nipples aren't the same size, can they be the same size?" Max boggled, the nipples looked about the same to him, and he didn't know what she was talking about. "You can mess with the hair everywhere, right? Can you make all my hair justgonegone except the stuff on my head? Like, no bullshit hairs on my legs or armpits, nothing on my pussy? And while we're at it with my pussy, the inner lips stick out unevenly. Could you make them the same? Or better yet! Just make them small enough that they don't stick out at all? Just make my pussy smooth and cute." She turned around and showed her butt. It was a very nice butt. A famously attractive butt. "Can you take just a little bit of the fat outta my inner thighs? Just enough that you can see how smooth and cute my pussy lips are from behind while my feet are straight down. And there's that little spot of pink skin on my back shoulder, can you make that the same as everywhere else? And speaking of pigment bullshit, my palms are way too light, except for inside the creases, canthatbe evened out?" It was a lot.

"I'll... try to remember all that." Max pledged. Then he approached her and pulled her around into a kiss. "I'm sending you the slave offer. If you accept it, you'll get your first seal."

"Ohhhh. Wow." Monique groaned as the heart shaped claiming seal took form on her butt cheek. It was on the opposite cheek from Cat's, so they already didn't match. She had shaved herself smooth before coming to the meeting, but whether she had become naturally bereft of hair or not, she certainly didn'tgrowhair anywhere. The growth of her breasts however, was obvious and undeniable. They had gone up at least a cup size and rested a couple fingers higher. As soon as Max released her, she bent down and looked at her snatch. The act of doing so caused her newly enlarged to flop around. "It happened! It's socute!" She fiddled with her smooth pussy lips. Max had been most worried about getting that part right, but she seemed to like it.

"That first seal is the seal of claiming. It makes you stronger, and it means that you've been claimed. By me. The next seal comes from watching me kiss another woman." He waved his hand and made sure he had Monique's undivided attention. Then he turned to Sophie and gave her a big theatrical kiss on the lips. She melted into his arms and he gave her a dip like they were in a twentieth century movie. Monique moaned as the green circular snake emblem etched itself into the small of her back. Max pulled his girlfriend back up to a dazed but standing position, and looked back at the two singers. "That is the envy seal. It makes you faster, and it means you accept that I own other women. Now, the last seal comes when I bind you. Cat? Get those collars you were talking about."

"Yes Master!" A gleeful Slave Cat pranced over to her bag and rooted around in it until she had acquired two dog collars and two leashes. Max fastened the first collar onto Cat's neck as a reward, and then handed the leash to Ulzhari to hold. The orc gently pet Cat's head, running her strong hand along the singer's silky hair. Cat let out a contented sigh. Ulzhari oinked with promise into Cat's ear.

When Max latched the collar onto Monique's neck, she jumped as if she'd been spanked. The silver spiderweb emblem had taken hold on the final empty place: the other butt cheek. "That final seal is the binding seal. It makes you tougher, and signifies your enslavement." He opened her status. As with Cat, there was quite a bit more Capitulation to spend than there were ways to spend it. Nothing to increase but some stats, and not very much by hunter standards. "Now that your seals are in place, I can invoke your Capitulation. That will permanently strengthen you, and cause you to feel a submissive urge. If you give in to that urge, I will own your pussy like I own Cat's pussy." He spent what Capitulation he could. Monique closed her eyes and groaned out her craving. She wasn't even trying to resist the submissive urge. "Monique? Get on your hands and knees."

As the new slave prepared to be mounted, Sophie opened Max's pants. His cock was hard enough to do what it needed to do, and the Valkyrie put her hands on Monique's backside to open up the way. The contrast between the dark smooth pussy skin and the glistening pinkness of Monique's interior was stark. And then it was replaced by a different contrast as the Max's cock filled the cunt hole to completion, her inner pink visible only while he pulled back to ready himself to slam back into her depths. "Oooooh!" She howled. "You're owning me! You're owning me!" Shtck shtck shtck. "Oh! Fuck! It's real! You own my pussy now! Ooooooh!" She howled out her orgasm and knew that it had somehow locked her into submission.

Smiling over his conquest, Max had another promise to keep. "Ulzhari? Bring Cat over to be hands and knees next to Monique. Miriam? Cast stone skin on both these slaves." Cat walked next to the orcish woman who held her leash as if she was in a trance, the leash itself nothing but a formality as she showed how good a slave she was, one careful step at a time. When Cat was positioned, Miriam toasted with her goblet and granted both Monique and Cat temporary extra strength and durability.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Max rained blows on both upturned asses. The temporary durability meant that no lasting damage remained from any touch of the riding crop. Every sting was wiped out in an instant, leaving only endorphins in its wake. Both women cried out in incoherent agony and ecstasy, their pussies juicing up and dripping down their inner thighs. With two offered pussies, Max gave a few thrusts into one and then a few thrusts into the other. Overstimulated as she was, Cat didn't take long to cry out her orgasm. Monique's second orgasm wasn't long behind. As the new slave gurgled out her pleasure and submission, Max rewarded her by painting her cervix with white sauce.