Training with the Sisters

“You ready?”

Natalie wiped the sleep from her eyes, getting a good look at the woman who sat across from her. Her roommate Anya was quite average. Her black hair done up in pigtails, with freckles dotting her body. She wore a plain white tee and some black shorts.

Anya was far from what Natalie expected from the ladies recruited by this group. Not only did she seem like a homebody, but she’d also agreed to fill her in on what she’d missed on the first day. Natalie sat up.

“Well… give me the basics on magical girls for now. Or at least what you learned so far?”

Anya smiled. “That much I can give. You can most likely feel your center of power in your chest correct? That’s the most essential form of controlling your power, called the magic core. As long as you can feel your power, the rest can follow.”

Natalie nodded, becoming engrossed in what Anya fed her. It was a good method to forget about the dangers she now dealt with.

“Once you are able to feel your center of power, next comes understanding your specific form of power! I’m sure you’ve noticed that magic comes in all different forms and shapes right? Our seniors say magical girls fall under 3 types of magic: the Elements, the Ethereal, and Explicit.”

She pulled out a small pamphlet. 'They must've handed them out on the first day.’ Natalie reasoned.

“The Elements are as you expect.” She flipped to a page that showed a magical girl wielding floating globules of water. She could see small greenish monsters trapped within. “For this group, the magical girls powers center around controlling specific elements. You know, like all the stories you see, with fireballs, tornadoes, earthquakes, et cetera. Quite simple, but quite powerful.”

She flipped to another section. “The Ethereal is a bit different.” Here they saw a magical girl with her hands clasped together, two swords flying behind her. “This section has more to do with powers outside of the common expectation of reality. The most powerful magical girls in this category can do whatever they put their mind to. Quite literally. Imagine that. But this also usually requires them to pay some sort of price. Whether it be as simple as burning money, saying a prayer, or as drastic as you know…” Anya shuddered. “Killing someone. They are double-edged swords. The AMD usually trains magical girls like these to be agents for special operations only.”

Natalie was still lost over the implications when Anya turned to the last section. “The last group, the Explicit, are magical girls with a very specific powers.” This section showed various magical girls in different poses. One had bulging muscles and was picking up a car. Another had a literal gun in place of her hand that she was using to mow down Majins. “These magical girls usually end up in support-based roles. Their weaknesses are often exploited on the field.”

Anya closed the booklet. “But even Explicit magical girls can be quite powerful, based on the purity of their magic.”

Natalie grabbed Anya’s wrist. “What determines magical purity?”

Anya blinked, she looked unsure for the first time. “Well, the source of the magic of course. While your magical core is how you use magic, the actual source of magic is said to be in your blood! They haven't explained if there's a method to determine magical purity beforehand yet.”

Natalie nodded, but didn’t believe Anya blindly. ‘Alex mentioned that magical girls are descendants of witches. If that’s true, then the purity is probably how close a magical girl is to their original Majin bloodline. But it looks like that isn’t publicly shared, even in a group like this.’

Natalie was about to continue with her questioning when a bell droned through the room. Anya got up, pulling out her robes. “That’s roll call, we better get to the main hall.”

Natalie looked at the door, then looked for a window. She realized that there weren’t any. In fact she hadn’t seen a single window the whole time she was in this place. She shivered. She stood in place for a couple more seconds before finding her own robes and following Anya out, into the den.

When she got to the main hall, the other trainees were already standing around. The statue was still in the center, but it had returned to the pose she had seen it in the first time. Chin in it’s hands. As if it’d never moved in the first place. She could only hope. She looked towards the center and saw the Mistress was there, giving some orders to the core members. The Mistress looked right at her, and grinned.

‘Does this hood even work? How does she know it’s me?’ Natalie sighed and joined the rest of the trainees. The Mistress strode in front of them, clapping her hands. “TIME TO GET TO WORK!”

Surprisingly, they didn’t go right into their vows. Instead, the next few hours were the most grueling hours that Natalie had ever spent. Jogging. Obstacle courses. Bodyweight exercises. When they fell behind the Mistress would be there with a pink whip. It clapped against their black latex robes, and many girls howled with pain. Natalie was one of the many who got whipped many times.

At certain points, she wanted to go back home. Pick up her brush and paint for the rest of her days. She could already kind of control her core. In fact, she almost kept lying down on the ground a couple times. But each time she did, she imagined Alex’s face at home. Having to tell him that she wasn’t cut out to be a magical girl. To work alongside him. That’s what kept her getting up.

Or it was because the Mistress scared her shitless. She shook her head, and refocused on the obstacle course.

After their exercises finished, the core members got involved. They were dragged, whipped, and kicked back in front of the statue for their vows. Most of the trainees were gasping for air. Natalie noticed that some of the trainees were having a much easier time than others. Walking towards the statue at leisure. Even Anya, who she knew didn’t even know the definition of a gym, was one of the ones still standing. The Mistress had a shit-eating grin as she looked down at the trainees.

“If you are wonderin’ why they aren’t as tired as you bums, it’s simple. Belief in the Coven, and faith in our vows.” She pointed at the statue. “Did you all think we would use a Majin, even a dead one, as a source of strength if it didn’t work?”

The Mistress walked towards the statue, sliding her hand across it’s chest.

“The ones who derive the most pleasure, will become the most powerful. Even if you don’t believe in the coven’s vows.” She stared right at Natalie. “You can believe in that.”

Natalie wasn’t sure what to say. The Mistress didn’t give her time to think either. They started the vows again.

Now that she was paying more attention, she noticed various things that changed. The sweet smell in the air when the candles were lit. The tingles on her skin. The vows turned to background noise as she concentrated on what was happening to her body.

Even knowing that magic came from her blood, she couldn’t feel it at the moment. She could only feel her core, gently expanding and contracting. Sure enough, as she recited the vows, she could feel it growing more and more stable.

‘Exactly, Xinnear’s pleasure does increase my power.’ Wait, those weren’t her thoughts.

Natalie opened her eyes, and she saw that naked redheaded slut- well, her clone, in front of her again.

“You are a a hallucination. A figment of whatever stupid **** they have us inhaling.”

‘Maaayybe. But does it matter? What you should be asking. Is if indulging in this pleasure is worth it.’

The statue walked into her vision, cupping the redhead’s breasts from behind. Natalie grimaced. Like the Mistress said, it was like watching porn. Starring herself.

The statue massaged the clone’s breasts. She looked into Natalie’s eyes. Slowly descending towards the ground. ‘Don’t be such a prude. Didn’t you want to become a powerful magical girl?’ She wrapped her hand around it’s massive cock. ‘Here it is. Ready for you.’ She pumped it. Up and down. The veins bulged. Natalie shuddered, then took her eyes off it.

“Don’t… fuck with me.”

‘You’re not ready to try it for yourself? That’s alright.’ The clone brought the cock to her lips, licking around the head. _‘Still. You are here to become strong, correct?’ _The clone kissed the cock. There was a dull sensation transferred to Natalie’s lips. A particular texture. She bit her lip.

“Correct.”

‘And you’ve seen the effects of the coven’s…’ She took a break to give another kiss to the head of the cock. ‘Methods. Correct?’

Natalie grunted. “Correct.”

‘I’m not asking you to take part. Just… to enjoy the show. Let yourself enjoy it.’

Natalie watched as the red-head’s tongue slid along the shaft, leaving a dripping trail. Natalie knew it wasn’t as simple as watching porn. But she also knew that she couldn’t not get stronger and keep getting whipped for six days. Who knew if the Mistress would even stick to her agreement of letting her go if she put in no effort?

She looked at the clone. “Fine, I’ll try.” The clone smirked, and Natalie felt something flow through her. Something had changed. She wished she knew enough to figure out what. The clone moved her lips forward, engulfing the head of the cock. Her tongue flicked across the shaft. Natalie felt disgust. She could feel what the clone was doing.

“STOP IT! What is this?”

The clone ignored her, slurping on the rod.

It didn’t feel exactly like Natalie was sucking the cock. In fact, it felt more like she had a stick of cotton candy in her mouth, but she couldn’t get rid of it. She could also sense the motion, as the clone bobbed up and down. The cock moving in and out of her. Mouth. It was no longer possible to be detached. It felt like an out-of-body experience. Watching herself, on her knees, gobbling up cock.

“PLEASURE IS POWER.”

The vows rang in her ear, and she could no longer find it in her to disagree. As her clone sped up on the shaft, she could feel her core pulsating. Growing. Natalie tried to shut her eyes, but it was impossible. The sensations were overpowering, and seeing herself slurp on that gigantic cock sent shivers down her spine.

The clone took a pause. _‘Don’t worry. I won’t tell if you don’t.’ _She continued her work. Natalie’s mind fell into a haze. The next few minutes felt like her body wasn’t her own. The things she felt didn’t make sense. What was worse, was when it all ended abruptly, she felt an odd sense of disappointment. As the vows ended, and the trainees started waking up in various forms of disarray, she ran to her room. She collapsed on the bed, unable to contain her tears.

“Alex…. What do I do…”