Sensitivity training

Angelica was in the shower of her residence, cleaning herself off while Tyra stood around and waited for her own turn. Despite the cleansing power of the ocean, they still felt slime in places they didn't want to mention and felt that a long shower was warranted for both of them. There was just one problem: there was only one shower per room, meaning each pair of girls had to share. Angelica was adamant on going first and Tyra didn't want to put on any clothes while she still felt unclean so she was stuck waiting in the nude for her roommate to finish up.

"Are you almost done?" said Tyra.

"I don't know!" said Angelica, "You have the slime all over you too. You should know that this stuff doesn't come out easy!"

"I do know!" said Tyra, "And I'm sick of standing around with it still on me! And in me! I need that shower too, you know?"

"Don't blame me!" said Angelica, "These perverts only put one shower in here! But I'm not giving in to their twisted desires, so wait your turn! Consider that an order from your team leader!"

Tyra grumbled and crossed her arms. She paced back and forth, trying to pass the time. With each step she took, she could feel the stickiness on her skin more and more. It made her feel very uncomfortable. She looked back to Angelica in the shower and realized that she wouldn't be getting out of there for a while at this rate. It didn't take much for her to reach the point of 'fuck it'. She needed to get clean and she wasn't going to listen to anyone who would deny her. She stormed into the shower and pushed Angelica out of the way.

"Hey, what did I say?" said Angelica.

"You're not team leader anymore, sweetheart!" said Tyra, "That dynamic ended when our adventures ended. In case you forgot, I'm a mercenary and I'm looking out for number one!"

"There isn't any space! Get out of here!" said Angelica.

Tyra was already rubbing soap over her naked body when Angelica started pushing her. Tyra started pushing back, adamantly defending her spot under the running water. The soap made both of their arms slip all over each other's body, lathering themselves up more as they softly wrestled in the shower. Tyra winced as Angelica pushed up against her more furiously and their boobs collided. Tyra's increased sensitivity kicked in and she breathed heavily as she fought against the lewd sensations swirling in her chest.

"Stop it!" yelled Tyra, "You know I'm sensitive there now!"

"Don't make me use it against you!" said Angelica.

"Oh, that's how its going to be?" said Tyra, "Fine then!"

Tyra stopped beating around the push and went for a direct attack against Angelica's pussy. Angelica squealed as Tyra's fingers jammed their way into her and her thumb rubbed her clit aggressively. Now out for blood, she pinched Tyra's nipples and made her yelp from the over-stimulation of her weak spot. The two went at each other hard. Through her moans, Angelica turned her head and felt her heart drop as she saw one of the floating cameras pointed directly at them, capturing their lewd, nude fight for an unknown audience.

"Stop! Stop!" said Angelica, "This is what they want us to do! We're playing into their hands!"

"What are you talking about?" said Tyra.

"This dumb contest!" said Angelica, "They want us to do lewd things like this to entertain them!"

"As if we haven't already done enough lewd things!" said Tyra, "Now's not the time for modesty, girl!"

The two of them pushed each other until Tyra slipped and fell on her big butt, dragging Angelica down with her. Angelica landed on top of Tyra and face first into her large bosom, causing Tyra to moan even louder from the stimulation. Tyra could start to feel her loins heating up from all the attention her sensitive tits and ass were receiving. Angelica tried to lift herself, extremely embarrassed by the situation. But in doing so, she pushed her hands into Tyra's breasts and caused her to convulse and cry out in pleasure. This startled Angelica, making her loose her balance and fall back into her tits, causing more moaning. It was like she was trapped in her cleavage.

"Shit Angelica," said Tyra, "If you're really so embarrassed about this, why are you attacking my tits so hard?"

"It's too slippery!" said Angelica, "I need you to start picking yourself up first."

"Gods, because of all that shit you did I'm too hot and bothered to move!" said Tyra.

"Everyone here really is a pervert except me!" said Angelica, "Fine! Don't move. I'll get up."

Not wanting to put her hands on Tyra again, Angelica resolved to simply slide off of her. She moved her body down Tyra's body, her face going from her tits to her tummy and down to her crotch. But as she passed her pussy, her lips accidentally brushed against Tyra's entrance. The state that Tyra was in from the sensitivity made that slight touch feel like a volcano erupting. She exploded with pleasure and on pure instinct she closed her thighs and trapped Angelica's head between them. Angelica screamed, wondering why her face was suddenly being crushed.

"What are you doing?" said Angelica, "Let go!"

"Sorry Angelica! I..." said Tyra.

Tyra's transformation meant that she was brought to her breaking point swiftly. All the stimulation made her pussy so hot that it was ready to explode at the slightest contact. Sure enough, as Tyra clasped Angelica's head between her thighs, he pushed her head towards her slit and gave it just the pressure it craved. In only a second, Tyra felt all the sensitivity collapse in on her as all the feelings went directly to her womanhood and caused her to orgasm. She even squirted all over Angelica's captive face. Tyra moaned loudly and squeezed Angelica even harder before finally relaxing as the climax faded, letting her thighs drop to the ground and releasing Angelica who got up with a face far dirtier than before she entered the shower.

"Gods, that sensitivity is no joke," said Tyra between heavy breaths.

Angelica looked disgusted and angry at having her face used as a toy so quickly with the juices all over it to prove it.

"Are you kidding me?" said Angelica, "What was that for?"

"This damn transformation," said Tyra, "That'll be the hardest thing to deal with tonight. The worst thing is there's no way Malgor won't exploit it."

Angelica's mood changed and her expression softened. Her anger faded away as she remembered what Tyra was doomed to do that night. She pitied her as she had pitied Christina, not only their predicament but also the fact that there was nothing she could do about it. Was she failing as a leader? As she pondered this, Tyra got off the floor and stumbled to a towel, wrapping it around her wet body.

"I think that's all the cleaning I'll need," said Tyra, "I'm gonna rest until tonight."

Angelica watched her walk away. She felt her own failure to help deep inside of her like a dagger to the heart. Angelica grabbed her own towel and ran after Tyra, a newly determined look on her face.

"Wait!" said Angelica, "There's gotta be something we can do! If we know he's gonna exploit this stupid transformation, maybe we can plan for that!"

"What are you talking about?" said Tyra, "It's magic bullshit. You can't exactly block it out."

"No, but maybe we can work up a tolerance," said Angelica, "You didn't seem that effected during the slime fight after all!"

"I was on adrenaline from running around naked!" said Tyra, "I was a bit distracted! And even then I was actively trying to avoid smacking my own tits and sending myself into a sensitivity induced fit! Hell, it's probably because I tried so hard to avoid it that the slightest touch just now made me cum instantly!"

"But it's possible, right?" said Angelica, "There's something we can do to distract you from the transformations effects."

"Angelica, stop making this harder," said Tyra, "I'm going to fuck him and that won't change. Hells, maybe I can make the most out of it and enjoy it for what it is."

"How can you say that?" said Angelica, "He's our sworn enemy!"

"He was your sworn enemy," said Tyra, "He was my paycheck."

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. The pair turned and saw Lila shyly standing in the doorway.

"Tyra? Angelica?" said Lila, "Can I come in? I still don't want to stay with Daelana."

"Again?" said Tyra, "You really ought to..."

Tyra paused, a idea coming to her head.

"Actually, come in," said Tyra, "Angelica, do me a favor and take a walk."

"What?" said Angelica.

"I think you may be slightly right, but to test it I'll need the room to myself," said Tyra, "So go!"

Angelica was confused and more than a bit concerned, but if Tyra had a plan and Angelica didn't then she had no right to refuse her. As their leader, she had to take whatever path was best. She quietly left the space and went outside, leaving Lila and Tyra alone together. Tyra walked up to Lila and grabbed her shoulders.

"I need you to do something for me," said Tyra, "You can consider it payback for what I did for you this morning."

"Okay," said Lila, "What is it?"

"Do you know how many times you can cast those spells of yours?" asked Tyra.

"No," said Lila, "I can't properly feel my mana in this place. These spells work on completely different rules than I'm used to."

"Alright then," said Tyra, "The spell that makes you masturbate. I'm gonna need you to cast it on me."

"What?" yelled Lila, blushing.

"And then once I've masturbated, I'll need you to cast it again," said Tyra, "As many times as you can or until I tell you to stop."

"But... but why?" asked Lila.

"If I climax a ton before tonight, I can build up a tolerance to the pleasure this transformation gives me," said Tyra, "I doubt it'll go away entirely, but if I do it enough at least I won't be a sobbing wreck the moment Malgor so much as touches me. The more tolerant I am, the more I can stay in control of the situation."

"Stay in control?" said Lila, "How does that work?"

"Malgor is clearly using these nights with us to gain power over us," said Tyra, "That worked with the other girls since they were fundamentally opposed to sex. The very act itself was humiliating. Not so with me. I'm just opposed to being reduced to a rag doll. If I can make sure I don't fold like that, I can treat it as just normal sex. No power exchange, nothing. Malgor will get nothing out of it, no power over me, and I might even gain points if I do a good enough job."

"Are you sure?" said Lila.

"Of course not," said Tyra, "It's a long shot, but I've got to take it. I don't want to end up like Daelana. Even Christina's cracking. I need to do this."

Lila looked glumly at the ground at the mention of Daelana. She certainly didn't want that happening to Tyra. If Tyra hurt her like Daelana did, she might truly have no one left helping her out.

"Okay," said Lila, "I'll do it."

Tyra smiled at her with unusual warmth. She threw off her towel and lied down on her bed. Lila averted her eyes out of instinct as Tyra became naked again but slowly looked back as she realized that Tyra surely didn't care much about her modesty at that moment. In fact, Lila couldn't resist taking glances at her giant boobs every now and then. Tyra laid supine with her knees up and thighs spread, a hand on her crotch ready to start.

"Okay, fire at will," said Tyra.

Lila braced herself.

"Osculum Venus," said Lila.

A sprinkling of pink energy emanated from Lila's hands and drifted over to Tyra before being absorbed by her. The moment it entered her, Tyra moaned loudly and her hand started moving. She rubbed her clit furiously with her fingers as she bit her lip and looked down at herself. Beads of shower water rolled down her naked flesh as she undulated on the spot, her fingers vibrating like a butterfly's wings.

She could instantly feel the drive to pleasure herself in her mind. Not just the ecstasy itself, but her thoughts were also altered in mere moments to think of nothing but sex. It was an intoxicating feeling **** on her by the spell, but her primary purpose was still in mind. She reached her free hand over to her tits and grabbed one. The simple act caused her to arch her back and cry out in pleasure loudly. The sensations her ticklish breast sent through her body enhanced the already strong pleasure twofold. She rubbed her clit just a few more times and brought herself to climax, screaming and moaning wildly as she came down from her high and felt her body fall back down on the bed, drenched in water and sweat.

Lila watched the whole ordeal without looking away, the same wide eyed and bewildered expression on her face the whole time. Though it was shameful and perverted and she could practically hear her parents chastising her in her head, she didn't want to look away from the erotic display she had helped to cause. As Tyra breathed heavily from the experience, she turned her head to Lila.

"Do it again," said Tyra.

"What?" said Lila, "Don't you need to rest?"

"This is tolerance training," said Tyra, "The point is to hammer it into my body. I can't rest. Do it again, quickly!"

Lila didn't question any further and reluctantly cast the spell again. Tyra arched her back and moaned once again, some energy seemingly being restored to her. She immediately went back to touching herself, unperturbed by her former fatigue. She moaned just as loudly and this time touched her breast sooner. She lasted a bit longer, but her sensitivity still got the better of her and she came early. Lila watched in awe as Tyra turned to her again, her face drenched in sweat.

"Again! Keep it going!" said Tyra.

Lila closed her eyes and cast the spell again against her better judgement. Tyra moaned and went back to masturbating. This continued on, Tyra's sweat becoming more profuse and her energy only showing the slightest signs of waning after each attempt. But each time she stimulated her transformed tits, she found she could stave off an orgasm better and better with each attempt. She continued on as Lila looked on in a mixture of shame and arousal.

***

Christina was also curled up in her bed touching her pussy. She had felt the pleasure of Angelica's sexy shower with Tyra and spent a good minute or so writhing on her bed from the agony of having to feel Angelica's sexual frustrations once again. As it was just the two of them in that shower, Angelica could not cum due to her transformation and in doing so left both herself and Christina deeply unsatisfied. Christina huffed as she came down from the high and she looked over to her evil roommate.

Athalia had her panties off and was applying cream to her red backside. She winced at each touch of lotion as it burned her bottom and reminded her of the tanning she was **** to give herself just moments ago. She knelt on her bed with the bottle she had gotten from from her closet, grateful that Helga would allow them that at least. She met Christina's gaze, seeing that her own spot of pleasure had passed.

"Finished, darling?" said Athalia, "What sort of naughty thing did Angelica get up to this time? Or did you just masturbate in front of me for the hell of it?"

"None of your business, devil," said Christina.

Athalia groaned. "I liked you better before when you were nice and docile. I thought your night with Malgor would wreck you even more, but it seems you're only more biting now. What happened in there?"

"You saw the scoreboards," said Christina, "You know what happened."

"I know that you, a supposedly proud paladin of light, let the dark lord fuck you silly," said Athalia, "Forgive me if that doesn't clarify just why you did that and how the fuck you have more points than me!"

"Is that truly what you worry over? Points?" said Christina, "Well, no matter. I suppose none of it matters in the end. In my darkest hour the gods did not come for me. Angelica did not come for me. No one came for me. Except..."

"Except who?" asked Athalia.

"Except him," said Christina, "It's so strange. If anyone helped me through that night, it was him."

"Lords of hell, please don't tell me that you're going to go into some inane monologue about a village yokel that you fell in love with back home and how his memory is preserving you in these dark times," said Athalia, "I don't appreciate sentimental mush like that."

"I had no lover back home," said Christina, "I truly was a good paladin back then. The most chaste of them all."

"Then who are you talking about...?" said Athalia.

Athalia's condescending smile changed into a panicked look of realization. She looked to Christina who simply stared wistfully at the ceiling. With no concern for the burning sensation on her ass, Athalia ran over to Christina, jumped on top of her, and grabbed her by the collar of her dress.

"You're not talking about Malgor, are you?" said Athalia.

"What?" said Christina, "How did you...?"

"Seven archdemons! You were!" said Athalia, "Why? Why did you mention him?"

"I... I was just thinking out loud!" said Christina, "My time with him was simply not as bad as I thought it'd be! In that way, he was the only one who aided me that night."

Athalia's eyes went wide with shock and rage. She continued to shake Christina.

"How?" said Athalia, "How did you get him to do that? What whore tricks did you play? How is it so that the dark lord plays nice with a paladin of light but scorns his own consort?"

"Get off of me!" Christina ordered.

A pang of fear struck Athalia as she remembered her pledge to Malgor. Like prey scurrying from a predator, she clambered off of Christina, **** not to lose points from disobeying. She stood there, bottomless and shivering but still furious.

Athalia obeyed orders. +2 VP

"You little bitch," said Athalia, "Don't think you can outpace me. Your chaste mind cannot imagine the things I know, the methods I have of making other beings bend to my will. You whoring yourself out was a fraction of what I can devise. I hope it was worth it, becoming a slut like that. Because it won't mean shit once I get back to where I belong!"

Athalia angrily turned back to her bed and continued applying cream to her ass. Christina stared at her blankly.

"You overestimate your darkness, demon," said Christina.

"What did you just say to me?" said Athalia, turning back to her.

"Do you really think, after all this time, that you still hold power?" said Christina, "Are you so caught up in your own delusions that you cannot see the depths of Malgor's hatred of you?"

"You let him fuck you for one night and you think you know him?" said Athalia, "I sat by his throne for centuries! He'll always come around to me. These orders that you give me are just another chance he's given me. Already he calls me back to his side!"

"Then answer me this," said Christina, "What do you think he'll do to you when it's your night? Do you think he'll be as gentle with you as with me?"

Athalia was silent.

"You know, don't you," said Christina, "That's the best part. My chaste mind can't imagine the twisted, torturous, perverted ways in which he'll break you when you are **** to submit yourself to his desires. But you can. You can see it all with perfect clarity inside your head. You can already see how your ruined self will stumble out the door when that night is over. That is, if you can even stand or think straight after the ordeal! Am I right?"

Athalia quietly seethed as she took in words she never thought she'd hear from the immaculate church girl. Athalia couldn't show how much deeper Christina could cut her than she could to Christina. As a dark consort, nothing would shame her more. She simply made a mock curtsy at her with a malicious stare.

"Any further orders, my dark mistress?" she said sarcastically.

"No," said Christina sternly.

Both girls turned away from each other, returning to their own respective businesses. Christina thought to herself about the things she said. While it was good to put Athalia in her place, she knew very well that she could only do so with that little bit of darkness Malgor had infected her mind with that night. That lingering doubt in her ideals and that subtle suggestion that this was a game she could win.