Training Week's End

Natalie finished running her laps. She had finished ahead of a bunch of girls, including her roommate, Anya. Her connection to her magic was much smoother now. Magical fire was running through her veins at all times. It was quite comfortable, but she was still filled with anxiety.

It was already the fifth day. She’d done her best to try and… enjoy the porn. And that was the issue. It no longer stunned her to see herself sucking a monster’s cock. In fact, when she saw the massive size of the statue’s member, she had to stop herself from imagining the obvious. But that proved impossible. She was watching herself serve cock, day-in and day-out, all while under the influence of ****. It would be a miracle if she hadn't gone senile.

The clone had not stopped escalating after it managed to suck cock on the second day either. On the third day, it rubbed itself raw while deepthroating the obsidian cock to the hilt. On the fourth day, it rubbed it’s pussy lips along the shaft for what seemed like days. The redhead’s moans filled Natalie’s ears each night as she struggled to sleep. She felt like she had lost control, but had no idea what to do besides following through.

Natalie continued catching her breath. She looked towards the various trainees looked towards the statue in the center. Their eyes were filled with excitement. Adoration. And for a small few of them, worship.

Natalie had talked to a few of the trainees, along with Anya. What she learned was that most of the girls lacked significant others. No one to worry about them. Also, even homebodies like her and Anya were still healthy. What caught her attention was each of them had some sort of issue that brought them here. Debts, lacking value, or physical danger, they were all down on their luck, looking for a place to belong. The sisters were welcoming. The coven was a grand social connection, and powerful fighting group. They also engaged in a type of intimacy that may have been missing from their lives. Even if their methods were a bit questionable, was that so wrong?

Natalie frowned. ‘Well it might not be wrong for them… but for me.’

The Mistress soon strode in front of them, and they began their vows. Natalie waited as she felt her body flood with aphrodisiacs. Her senses grew muddied, and she waited until she saw the clone appear in front of her again. The clone seemed happy to get straight to business as the statue walked into view. The statue grabbed the redhead by the waist and held her in the air. She wrapped her legs around his chest, placing the statue’s head in her chest affectionately. The statue let her do as she pleased, while tentacles rose from behind to securely wrap around her. A stray tentacle found his cock, pumping it in preparation.

Natalie’s reached down to her waist, before thinking better of it and bringing her hands together. She refused to get too engrossed. This already felt like a betrayal to Alex, but fingering herself to it was too far.

‘Too far?’ The clone took a break from moaning on the statue’s shoulders to sneer at Natalie. ‘Are you sure you haven’t already betrayed Alex? When you go to sleep at night, is your head not filled with visions of this dark cock, fucking your brains out?’

The redhead pinched one of her nipples and plunged her other hand into her slit. ‘Your pussy is so wet for a better… stronger… cock… Are you sure that you are still loyal?’

The statue seemed to have prepared enough. The tentacles raised the redhead from his chest, before lowering her down.

‘And even if you haven’t… Do you reeeally think a month long training…’ The cock began spreading open her lower lips, and she exhaled lightly. ‘Do you think that you’ll be able to stay… uninvolved?’ Natalie didn’t have an answer, and the clone swiftly moved her attention back to the statue.

She started grinding against the tip of the cock. This was another reason Natalie failed to have a better answer for her. Sharing the senses of the clone, even in a very muted capacity, felt so wrong. The fact that she enjoyed it even more so. Her hands opened and closed as she struggled with herself.

“Then what should I do?” Natalie muttered weakly. The clone paused, surprised. Then her smile widened. ‘It’s okay sweetie. I understand. You want me to make the decisions, so you don’t have to justify yourself.’ Natalie opened her mouth, but the clone shushed her. ‘I’ll tell you what to do. Put your hand on your pussy.’ Natalie felt something pulse in her body. That familiar feeling of change. Her hand moved to hover over her waist, but there was still a layer of latex and fabric between them. The clone resumed rubbing herself on the rod, but much faster. The sensation was still dull, but it was a bit more vivid than before. Natalie placed her hand directly against latex and could almost feel the vibration from the movement.

She looked up, and the clone was looking back at her. ‘Good girl. Now stand there… and wait for your turn.’ Before Natalie could react, the clone fully plunged the cock into her depths. Natalie groaned in shock. She felt fuller than she’d ever been, and emptier than she’d ever felt at the same time. A dull sensation rocked her lower body, and she could barely manage to keep herself from groaning in response.

As the clone bounced on the statue’s cock, Natalie eyes swam. She clamped her mouth shut. Was this happening? Tingles ran down her spine as she tried her best not to fall over. The impacts grew heavy. The redheads moans turned into shrieks of pleasure, and the shared sensation intensified. “Aahh.” Natalie couldn’t contain it. Her blood ran cold when she noticed her hand had been moving without her noticing. It felt impossibly good. Then again, it was magic. And this wasn't even the full sensation. But she couldn’t think about it. If she followed that logical train of thought to the ending…

Natalie spent the next hour finding a middle ground between enjoyment and indulgence. A couple moans escaped from her lips, and she swore the clone laughed at her at a certain point. When the training was over, she could hardly hold herself together. No amount of aphrodisiac or magical flaming blood could change how cold she felt right now. As soon as the training finished she ran off to her room. She couldn’t think about it. She had to make it through one more day. Then she could go home to Alex, a bit more powerful. And safe.

Natalie woke up in the middle of the night. She couldn’t find sleep. There was a curfew, but she needed air. She crept past Anya, opening the door. It was the first time she had been outside during the night. The darkness seemed unnatural. She could see nothing. She left her door ajar, hoping that she’d be able to find her way back.

Natalie kept her hand connected to the wall as she walked down the hallway. If she remembered, the cafeteria was nearby. She followed the wall until she reached a corner, then followed that turn into a set of stairs. There was also a dim source of light here, to her relief. She walked in, but stopped as she saw where the light came from.

There were core members seated at one of the tables, and the lantern was between them. She reacted, sliding underneath another table before they turned their heads. Like many of the members, she couldn't tell them apart. The only difference she could tell between them was their height. One was particularly tall with a slim figure, while the other was short, with massive breasts.

The shorter one groaned, flopping onto the table. “Ugh. This phase of the training is so boring. Can’t wait for it to be over.”

The taller one flicked the electronic lantern that sat between them. “It was the same for us in our orientation you know. Can’t throw them off the deep end at the start.”

“I get that. But I just feel stifled you know? I try my best to keep the trainees in mind. I even had my buttplug vibe set to low power! But one of the newbies complained about the noise. Next thing you know… Mistress punishment session.” She sighed. “Mistress doesn’t get how hard we have it.”

The taller one nodded. “You are so right. We usually indulge so much, but the Mistress doesn’t even let us masturbate with the newbies around. I spent all my contribution points to get my new custom dildo, and I can’t even use it!”

The shorter one sat up. “You got a new custom?”

“Yeah, double-headed. You want to… you know…”

The taller one draped her arm over the shorter one.

“Find a place to praise Xinnear together?”

The shorter one hesitated for only a second. “Hehehe. Yeah. The Mistress gets to ride the Pope’s cock all day long and she expects us to stand here and watch the newbies?”

The taller one pulled the smaller one into her embrace. They began to raise their hoods, until the taller one saw something that shocked her. Natalie realized that she was looking behind her. Then the voice came.

“Even if I ride his excellency’s cock all day… What does that have to do with you?” Natalie watched black heels clack past the table she was hiding under. She did her best to control her breath.

The two girls scrambled to get out of the seats and stand at attention. The Mistress let out a growl. Natalie could only see her back, but even what she saw startled her. The Mistress’s large frame expanded. The latex accommodated her as she grew to a towering 2 meter tall freak of muscle. Her short silver hair lengthened, becoming a flowing mane behind her. She grabbed both of the girls by their necks and pulled them into the air.

“You two are lucky that we are here. Before I joined the sisterhood, I’ve killed…”

The two members spluttered and their limbs waved in the air. “For much less.” The shorter one, started gathering sparks of lightning on her fingers. Before Natalie could blink, the girl slammed into the ground, the magic dissipating. Natalie watched as the Mistress raised her up, let her regain focus, before putting her back in the ground. This continued until the girl could no longer struggle. The other girl hung limp in the Mistress's arms.

“Don’t speak… of sensitive topics… in the open. UNDERSTAND?” She waited for them to nod and dropped them back to the ground. The guards stumbled off, taking the lantern with them. The Mistress faded into the darkness. Natalie sat still for a couple more minutes. She held her breath. She felt like the room was shaking. That the Mistress was still in the darkness, watching her. She managed to regain her bearings and stumbled off into the darkness, tracking her way back to her room.

The next day Natalie arrived in the main room, but realized that something was different. The statue was still in the center, but it was now part of the background. A man sat in a simple wooden seat before the statue. The core members all kneeled before him, their foreheads touching the floor. The only one who was different was the Mistress, who had her head bowed but stood next to him. Natalie knew that the show of submission she showed must be a mask. What could control that kind of beast?

Natalie finally focused her attention on the man. The man also wore black robes, but instead of latex, it was fancy linen. The linen contained patterns with the same symbols she had seen in the main hall. Like the Mistress, he also didn’t wear a hood. Instead, his head was completely encased in metal with glowing purple eye holes. He stared out into the crowd, tapping his finger on his leg.

The Mistress opened her arms as she faced the crowd. “Sisters! Rejoice! It’s the final day of training for the week. The Pope has decided to come to help you along on your journey. Today will be a bit lengthy, so we will only be doing vows today.”

There were some murmurs in the crowd after that. No one expected this. She continued. “But we will do individual vows. Like so.” She turned towards the Pope, before raising one leg into the air and straddling him. The Pope sat there, his eyes swiveling around her form. The Mistress grinned, then started her vows.

“Pleasure is Power.” She sucked on her bottom lip, before bringing them forward and placing a wet kiss on the Pope’s metallic mask.

“Following Xinnear is a path to power.” She moved from one side of the mask to the other, planting another wet kiss.

As she continued the vows, the Mistress placed more and more kisses, letting the metal sheen. The Pope eyes stopped wandering, and settled on the Mistress’ face. When she was reaching the end of the vows, the bottom of his mask opened up, revealing a face built with chrome. The Pope pulled the Mistress into his embrace. Her final set of vows were interrupted by him locking her lips beneath his own. Besides the clashing of their tongues, there was complete silence. When she finally finished, the Mistress wiped her mouth and hopped off the Pope’s lap.

“As you can see, depending on his mood he might reward you with a more pleasurable experience. However, this is first about displaying your devotion to the Pope.” Their were more murmurs at that, but the Mistress ignored them. “The Pope is an android, made to be the representative of Xinnear in the flesh, for the purposes of our coven. This is why we are so powerful. We can gain power from a Majin's source of power, without getting involved with them. Isn’t that great?” More murmuring. Was she right? How were the trainees supposed to know with their limited knowledge? They had **** but to believe her. She clapped her hands, and the customary candles were lit, along with the dimming of the lights.

“All you who aren’t on his lap, recite the vows as well. Support your sisters so that they can properly show their devotion.”

The room was silent for a bit. None of the trainees moved. The core members got up from their kneeling position, dispersing in the crowd. One of the core members exited the crowd and climbed onto the Pope’s lap. She looked back. The core members gave words of encouragement to the trainees until they started.

“PLEASURE IS POWER.” The girl on the pope’s lap kissed the metal. The vows continued.

The atmosphere in the room was very subdued. Natalie’s mind moved, considering options while ignoring the typical aphrodisiac effects. The core members encouraged the trainees. They also provided them with strong examples that there was nothing to fear. It wasn’t long before the first trainee mounted the Pope. The tension that they had left their body as they got engrossed in the task. From there, everyone grew convinced. Some of them were overeager, and were rewarded with a short frenching session from the Pope. As it got closer and closer to Natalie’s turn, she looked towards the door. Was she going to sit? Is a kiss on the cheek.. To a robot nonetheless, cheating? Was she justifying herself so she could escape the Mistress's punishment? She had to choose, and soon.

CHOICE: SIT or DON’T SIT

Author's Note: For choices, most weeks will probably just follow either a popular branch, or choose one to start off with on a whim. For this week I'll be releasing both next Saturday, and then decide which to continue with from there.