Warlock

Book 2: Learning Curve

 

by John Rookwood

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright © 2022 by John Rookwood

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Chapter One

 

It all started with a look.

Patricia Truevine was waiting for us when I pulled my blue Jeep into the parking lot for the 'Janice Smith' dorm I'd occupy for the foreseeable future.

"Well at least you are punctual." she said behind her dour look.

"Good afternoon to you too Patricia." I shot back. "Sorry to spoil your hunt."

"Here you will address me as Professor Truevine, mister Abernathy." she said frowning. "You are here to learn how to use your gift and hopefully understand that your power does not mean you can do as you like."

I nodded but planned to prove her wrong. Once I was done here I'd use my magic to make myself rich and fuck anyone I wanted. If I was nearly as strong as a graduate now, what kind f power would I have when I was fully trained? Maybe I'd take over the country or maybe I'd go on a world tour, collecting more hot women like Suzi and live in a mansion fucking them constantly. As the songwriter said, the future was wide open.

Suzi was my familiar, which supposedly was a bad thing but I thought it was great. She worshiped me as her god and enjoyed being used by me. Plus she had already been gorgeous before I used a beauty potion to make her into a perfect bimbo.

"Follow me mister Abernathy." the older woman said. "We need to get you checked in before you can unpack."

Suzi and I followed her to an administration building that bustled with activity, but the professor bypassed the first floor and led us to an elevator. Along the way I saw a lot of heads turn our way, although few looked at me. Most eyes were on Suzi, my stripper slut who looked like a porn queen.

Once in the elevator the professor produced a key and pressed a sub-level button.

When the doors opened onto a brightly light hallways she led us to a 'Special Admissions' office where she presented me to a plump woman in her fifties who wore a pink business dress. "This is Arthur Abernathy and his familiar... Suzi." Patricia said like the name was a distasteful word.

"Oh!" the plump woman said. "I was told he might show up. We just need him to sign some forms and take the photo... well photos I guess."

She presented me with half a dozen documents to sign, which I looked over before touching a pen. They were agreements that said I would occupy a room in the Smith dorm for as long as I attended the school and would be required to vacate within seventy-two hours if I failed, withdrew or was expelled from my program. Another was for a meal card plan, stating what my weekly allotment at the campus cafeteria was and that I agreed to repay any overage at the end of each semester. There was the scholarship authorization to pay the school with the funds set aside for my education, then there was a non-disclosure form where I agreed to keep the true nature of the program and my own abilities secret from the non-program students while I was here. There was a consent form that shielded the school from lawsuits over anything that happened to me on campus, and finally there a document stating that I took full responsibility for my familiar.

I signed off on them all and then posed for my ID card photo. Suzi had to pose for a special 'Probationary Student' ID.

"Probationary?" I asked the plump woman.

"She's not a student and she can't be classified as a pet." The woman who's name tag I saw declared she was 'Margaret Simmons'.

Margaret handed me two meal cards, both had my name on it. "Sorry but we don't have a system in place for Renfield's so she has to eat on your account. You should plan to pay for overages at the end of the semester. Sorry."

"It won't be a problem," I assured her. Mainly because I already had an interview set up for my bimbo slut at the Cabaret in the nearby city of Peabody. It was only a fifteen minute drive and was open from 4pm till 1am each night. Suzi would make as much working there in a month as many people made all year.

Margaret handed me a sheet with my class times, locations and teachers names on it. I noticed I had three legitimate classes in the morning, then lunch, followed by three hours of 'under-college lessons'.

"Now that the formalities are over." Professor Truevine said, "Let us proceed to get you settled in."

As we walked back to the dorm I inquired about the second part of my school day.

"Under-college is what we call the classes for those like you." the professor said. "You'll have three hours of instruction on the basics and once you receive a satisfactory grade you'll be placed in specialized classes based on your strengths. I feel certain you'll end up in alchemy and probably spell casting. After that we'll see."

"What other classes are there?" I asked.

"Herbalism, which covers the growing of enchanted or alchemical plants, divination for those who are adept at reading signs and portents, charms for those who have a talent for enchanting, transmutation covers converting objects into other objects or materials. We also teach channeling, which taps into sources of power and of course defense. Then there is also an advanced class on magical theory for those who are wise enough to understand the underlying forces of the mana. That class is only for the very best students as a post graduate course. Theorists create new ways of casting spells, potions and enchantments under strict supervision." her tone made it clear that she did not see me qualifying.

"So we study three subjects a year?" I asked.

"Normally the first year students get general education on most subjects until they figure out their best types of magic, then they study those in second year. In third year the students pick two of their three studies to focus on and in the forth year they try to master a single subject." she explained. "If a student is found to be good enough they may be invited to stay on for a fifth year to study magical theory."

"But I'll be skipping some of the first year." I said feeling proud.

"Yes." she agreed. "You'll spend a few weeks in the general class and then move up to the second year classes."

"Cool." I said.

"Don't think this makes you special or gives you any bragging rights," she snapped, "here you'll be surrounded by others with potential. Many of whom are far more skilled than you."

I chuckled inwardly, I had already gotten special privileges by being here and I was certain my skills would improve quickly. I planned to make the most of my time while enrolled.

Outwardly I said, "Yes ma'am, I understand."

By that point we were back at the dorm so Suzi and I grabbed what we could from the Jeep and headed inside.

There were at least a dozen young women in the common room on the ground floor and every one of them turned to stare at me and my familiar. Some gawked openly, some sneered at me, and a few just looked curious as we walked past to the elevators. The elevator had two panels, one had the floors listed from three sub-levels up to the ground floor and then Y-one, Y-two,Y-three, Y-four and at the top was 'Warlock' which made it obvious how they were divided. The second panel had room numbers and a speaker.

Professor Truevine explained that the dorm building had six floors above ground. The ground level had the common room with plenty of chairs, sofas and tables that were available in several sizes for meetings and discussions. There were snack and drink machines that sold everything from granola and chilled milk to chocolate bars and cola. For those with the skill and the time, there was a cooking area with basic tools three stoves, three microwaves and a trio of toaster ovens along with an industrial dishwasher that could clean dozens of dishes in under five minutes. There was also a laundry room with a half a dozen washers and an equal number of tumble dryers plus folding tables. The next four floors were divided up by school years. New witches on the second floorwho who lived four to a room, second years on the third had two to a room, third and fourth year students getting single rooms with the fourth year being somewhat larger. At the top was a trio of warlock rooms. The top floor had a small kitchen with a standard dishwasher as well as a washer and dryer for laundry plus two couches two overstuffed chairs and a pair of coffee tables occupying the space where a fourth dorm might have been.

My dorm room 'Warlock 1' was actually a large apartment since male students were so rare. In fact it was slightly bigger than the place Suzi had shared with Wendy back home but had more living space since there was no kitchen in it.

Handing me a pair of small keys, one of which she had used on the elevator, Professor Truevine said, "The dorm door is opened with your ID cards but the elevator requires a key to get to this floor. If you want to let someone come up they can buzz your room number in the elevator and you can grant them access with the 'unlock elevator' button at the bottom of the intercom by the door."

Taking the key I pondered aloud, "You want me to fail don't you?"

Professor Truevine looked taken aback. "Whatever gave you that idea?"

"Well, for starters, you're isolating me in this top floor dorm room." I noted. "That alone will breed resentment in the students who have to share smaller spaces. I see I have my own kitchen and lounge area, so why would I need to cook and socialize downstairs? The same with the laundry. I'm wondering now if my general under-college lessons won't just be me and," I checked my paper, "Professor Rummage."

The look on Professor Truevine's face confirmed it.

"I think I should be with the other new students, don't you?" I argued. "Seems like the smartest thing to do would be to treat me like any other student. You know, so I don't get all resentful or crazy from the preferential treatment." I waggled my fingers beside my head as I spoke.

"Fine." Truevine said in a tone that indicated it was anything but fine. "Report to sub-level 1, room B-1 for general studies tomorrow."

"Great." I said radiating false contentment. "I'm glad we had this little talk but now I need to settle in. It's been a long drive and my familiar is in need of my special attentions."

Truevine's mouth curled into a sneer. "See you in class, mister Abernathy."

I got the distinct impression that she meant the term as a curse rather than an identifier...

 

 

Chapter Two

 

Professor Truevine left us to settle in and the first thing I planned to do was fuck my familiar, but of course I had screwed Suzi every which way by now so I felt that I needed to do something different today. After stripping her nude with my spells, I shoved her up against the large picture window that faced the quad and took her from behind while her nude form was on display to anyone who looked up.

"Oh-oh-oh Arthur," Suzi panted as I slammed my cock into her honeypot, pressing her tits up against the glass in the process, "some of them can see me!"

"Then wave at them you stupid slut!" I growled in her ear as I pounded her pussy.

She started waving and then giggled, probably because someone waved back. The giggles and the gasps combined and became hiccups which I started using to time my penetrations, which made her laugh more and worsened the hiccups.

I finally came inside her and she orgasmed, it was part of her conditioning now that she'd surrendered to me fully. Anytime I came inside any of her holes, she got her greatest pleasure. As she came down off her high, her legs buckled and she sank to the ground. Turning to face me she whispered, "Thank-you my Lord for the pleasure you have bestowed upon this lowly slut."

I smiled down at her as she used her tongue to clean my manhood and placed my hand on her head. "You are a good slut, Suzi."

"Hankku muh luhd" she said around her mouthful of cock.

It had been two months since I dosed and then overdosed her with my love potion and using the mind control spells I'd conditioned and corrupted the girl who had planned to become a nun. Now she was a shameless whore who did anything I told her, regardless of laws, ethics or even common decency. She'd become my familiar and would literally go insane if she was separated from me for more than a few days. Most witches had a cat, bird, rodent or reptile - but I had Suzi.

After she put my cock away and zipped my pants up I put her to work unpacking our clothes, most of which were her stripper costumes and lingerie. My clothes would take up about a quarter of the closet in the bedroom we'd share. While she did that I went to the other bedroom and made a few adjustments. Taking the full-size bed apart, I shoved the mattress and its supports into the closet so I had a ten by twelve foot space. I made a run down to the parking lot and loaded up a hand cart with boxes and hauled them up, paying no mind to the dozens of girls watching me move through the common area. I overheard a few of the whispered comments and it seems that they were curious about me and 'that bimbo' of mine. I chuckled as I rode up the elevator.

I made three more trips to get everything from the haul-behind trailer. The last of which got the final boxes full of stuff for the apartment. Sheets, kitchen items and my computer along with my collection of movies, TV shows and porn on several external drives. Of course two boxes we full of my role playing books, which had given me a lot of ideas for spells and potions. As I returned from locking up the trailer, Suzi met me in the living room.

"My Lord," she said demurely, "I am done with our clothes and costumes. What would you have of me next?"

She was still naked since I hadn't told her to re-dress and that was fine with me. I wondered if any amateur telescopes were currently aimed at our living room window as I instructed her, "Put away the kitchen stuff, I need to set up my alchemy lab."

"As you command my Lord." she said, and I swore I could hear the capital letter in 'lord'