Yesterday had been probably the best day of Veemon’s life. From dusk to dawn, he partied like he’d never partied before. Together with his girlfriend, he danced, sang, and drank from every expensive bottle his parents had at home if his untrained palate couldn’t tell the difference between brandy and Jägermeister. For the first time in eighteen years, his parents were away and would stay away for the next three months.
He was going to make those the best three months of his life.
Today he felt sore, groggy and lightheaded. The hangover hit him like a truck as soon as he opened his eyes. His girlfriend was nowhere to be seen. At first this alarmed him, but as he regained some faint memories from the night before, he recalled her leaving.
He tried to sit on the edge of the bed but the hangover was so strong that he couldn’t move a muscle so he stayed there, lying on his back. That was weird… Veemon never found it comfortable to sleep on his back. Funny, that. Another weird thing was the web of sturdy red rope binding him from head to toe.
This was no hangover.
“Figured it out, yet?”
“He’s not too bright, is he?”
“I think he’s cute!”
Someone drew open the curtain, flooding Veemon’s room with morning sunlight and illuminating the figures standing in his room. They were three women. A tall Renamon, a stocky Gatomon and a slender Palmon. They stood at the end of Veemon’s bed and ogled him hungrily, like a predator looks down upon wounded prey.
The situation became increasingly terrifying for Veemon who now realized that, in addition to being bound, he had also been stripped naked. He tried to scream and learned that he was also ball-gagged.
“Here’s the deal, boy,” Gatomon sternly said. “We’ve had our eye on you for a while. And we know your parents went overseas and aren’t coming back for the next three months.”
He was petrified. Who were these girls? And how did they know so much?
“So we decided to keep you company! We’re gonna have so much fun together!” beamed the Palmon, excited.
“I’ve been wanting to play with you so much, Veemon,” Renamon said sultrily. “There’s so much I want to try on a cute boy like you.
This wasn’t happening. It had to be a nightmare. Veemon shut his eyes and hoped to wake up.
“Cool phone. It’s the latest model, right?”
His eyes shot open. Palmon was messing with his phone.
“Mmmm! Mhhmmmmm!!”
“Aww, I can’t make out what he’s saying.” Palmon said. “Can someone take off the gag?”
Gatomon yanked the gag from Veemon’s mouth.
“H-Hey! Hands off my phone!” he mewled.
The girls shared a hearty laugh.
“Feisty! I like feisty,” Renamon said. “More fun to break.”
“He needs discipline,” declared Gatomon. “And to learn who’s in charge here. We have plenty of time to teach him.”
“We’re gonna make you into such a good boy-toy!” Palmon giggled. “I bet we can find out lots about you on your phone. Like what kind of porn you watch – that’ll be fun! Err… What’s the password?”
“Like I’d tell you.”
The three of them grinned wickedly at Veemon, sending a chill down his spine.
“Did you hear that, girls? He’s keeping secrets from us.”
“That just won’t do.”
“No, it won’t.”
Renamon was the first to approach him, hungrily eyeing his naked form from head to toe. “Let’s see if I can’t make you talk. Tell me, Veemon, are you ticklish?” She didn’t wait for his answer before she started scribbling her manicured claws over the soles of his bare feet.”
“Pft! Pffffnyaaahahahahaha!”
“You are! Perfect!” Renamon beamed. “I bet I can make you tell me anything after a few hours of coochie coos. I’ll find out your worst places and have Gatomon and Palmon help me work you over. Oh, you have got to see my collection of tickle tools! I’ve got feathers, brushes, dusters, boas, pinwheels, fuzzy vibrators for your toes, and these special socks that feel like a million tiny little–”
Her enthusisatic rambling was interrupted by Palmon.
“There’ll be time for that later, Renamon. You have a whole three months to show him your collection, but for now let’s focus on getting the password out of him.”
“Eh, you’re right. Got carried away.”
“What he needs is a good whipping!” Palmon grabbed a leather whip from someplace unseen.
“W-Wait! Please! You can’t do this!”
“Oh, but I can.” She pulled it back and prepared to strike the naked digimon but Gatomon stopped her.
“Don’t.” She said. “That’s going to break him too fast. Let me do it.” She on the bed, fondling his thigh. “You have a lot to learn, boy. We’ll help you, but sometimes it’ll hurt.” Her voice was stern, but calming. Assertive, but understanding. “If you’re a good boy then we’ll make you feel good.” She started caressing his flaccid penis. It was blue, humanoid and fairly unimpressive, much like the rest of him. She squeezed and massaged it until it became erect, then she pumped it slowly and teasingly.
“N-No! I have a girlfriend!” Veemon begged, trying to resist the pleasure.
“Daww, how cute!” Palmon said. “Hey, maybe we can invite her over after we unlock his phone!”
“Good idea! How does that sound, Veemon? Wanna tell us the password so we can call her over and have some fun?”
He realized that mentioning his girlfriend might’ve been a mistake. Now he had another reason to not tell them his password. “I can’t! Please, I’ll… I’ll do anything.”
“Oh, yes you will. But now we want the password.”
“I-I can’t…”
Gatomon let go of his cock and sighed in disappointment. “Guess we’ll have to do this the hard way. Renamon, go get the rods.”
The fox digimon left and came back a minute later with a small wooden box that she handed to Gatomon. Inside there was a collection of small metallic rods of carying shapes and sizes. She selected one of the thinnest rods and held it up for Veemon to see.
“Do you know what this is?”
“Uh… A pen?”
“Close. But no.” She grabbed hold of Veemon’s penis and lined the rod with the opening of his urethra. Only then did he realize what that object’s true purpose was.
“Wait! Please, no! Ah!!”
It was too late to beg. The tip of the rod made it’s way past his unlubricated piss slit.
“Password?”
“I- Hng! Can’t! Argh!!”
Gatomon pushed more and more of that rod into Veemon’s urethra. Needless to say, nothing had ever penetrated that particular orifice which made the experience quite painful. The natural fluids coating the inside of the urethra were neither enough nor adequate to provide lubrication.
He felt a brief but painful sting as Gatomon pulled the rod out, but only to swap it with a slightly thicker, ribbed one.
“This is called ‘sounding’. Some guys are really into this.” She said as she unceremoniously plunged the thicker rod into his abused cock.
“Stop, stop, stop! Please, *fucking[/i] stop!”
He squirmed against the ropes but they were too tight. In the end, he was forced to take the sounding torture with his only way out being to tell the sadistic girl what she wanted to know.
“Want me to stop? You know what to say.”
“Hnng!”
She swapped out rods again to one that was nearly as thick as Veemon’s pinky finger.
“Last chance.”
“I- I- I-”
And down it went. Swiftly, she plunged it about a third of the way through. It felt like the inside of his cock was on fire. He was on the verge of tears.
“It’s four zeroes!! Zero, zero, zero, zero!! Please, *stop[/i]!!!”
“Huh. I could’ve guessed that.” Palmon said casually as she unlocked his phone. “Alright! We’re in.”
“Cool! Check his browser history. I bet he watches a ton of embarrassing stuff.” Renamon giggled.
Veemon was still catching his breath. His dick was on fire, and not the good kind. Gatomon loomed over him, licking the sounding rod like a lollipop.
“It’s in your best interest to be a good, obedient boy for us, Veemon. Or else you’ll just get punished.” She started untying him and Renamon and Palmon perused the contents of his phone. “If we’re going to live here for three months, we’ll need someone to cook, clean, and take care of the house. That’s you, Veemon.”
“W-What? Why me?”
“Simple. Because we’re not doing it.” She opened his closed and took out something that she had stored in there prior to him waking up. A black and wide maid outfit. Complete with stockings and flats. “You’re going to wear this, too.”
“You gotta be kidding.”
“Or I could just tie you up again and sound your helpless little-”
“Fine! Fine! I’ll do it.”
The girls put him to work right away, forcing him to prepare breakfast while they made themselves at home. After that, he was ordered to fetch an absurd number of boxes from their van which they had parked outside containing not only their personal belongings but also plenty of strange and scary-looking gear that sent chills down his spine.
He had plenty of chances to run away, but cowardice made him miss all of them. A sheltered life filled with pampering and indulgence made him soft, and the dull pain on his cock served as a constant reminder of the looming threat of punishment.
For now, he had no choice but to play along with the girls’ wishes.
After lunch, the girls had him mount a wooden x-frame and a large roulette wheel with the names of various body parts written on it. When he was done, they stripped him naked and strapped him to the x-frame.
“Here are the rules,” said Gatomon. “We each spin the wheel in turns and whatever body part it land on, we get to torture it however we want for however logn we want. You just have to be a good boy and take it. Understood?”
“How long do we have to play?”
“Until we get bored.”
He whimpered. This wasn’t fair. These were supposed to be the best three months of his life. Instead, these three sadistic women were going to make them the opposite of that.
“I’ll go first!” Palmon giddily said before spinning the wheel.
Torso. Legs. Feet. Cock. Balls. Torso. Legs. Feet. Cock. Balls. Torso… Legs… Feet… Feet.
Veemon curled his toes.
“Feet, huh? I think I know what to do.”
She fiddled with an unseen mechanism on the x-frame that caused the whole contraption to tilt back so that Veemon’s soles tilted upwards about forty-five degrees. They looked like the feet of someone who never had to stand on them for too long. Smooth skin without a single calloused area and a total of six adorably clenched toes. Palmon grabbed her whip.
“Can you count to ten, sweetie?”
“Uh? Y-Yes.” He stammered.
“Good.” She pulled the whip back over her shoulder and struck the center of Veemon’s right foot. A stinging pain shot through his sole.
“AH!”
“Start counting, boy.”
“One… AH, FUCK! Two!”
“Yes. Yes! Oh, I love the way your lovely toes wiggle when I hit just bellow the arch.”
*Smack.[/i]
*[/i]“GAH! THREE!”
Strike after strike landed on Veemon’s soles one after the other. Palmon was a master of the whip and always hit precisely where she aimed. Veemon’s feet were too soft and sensitive for their own good. Not only were they woefully lacking in natural defenses, but the digimon they belonged to had little to no pain resistance.
Up until that point in his life, the worst pain he could remember feeling was stubbing his toe on the corner of his coffee table last month.
*Smack.[/i]
*[/i]“TEN!”
Tears streamed down his cheeks and his throat was sore from screaming. Palmon examined her handiwork with great satisfaction, running her fingers through the bruised skin of her victim’s soles.
“How adorable. Wiggle those cute little piggies for me a little more!” Veemon complied, to Palmon’s amusement. “Good boy! Honestly, I want to keep beating these beauties until you can’t walk on them – but that would be breaking you too soon and Gatomon says I’m not allowed to do that. Oh well…” She sounded almost disappointed as she reverted the x-frame back to it’s reclining position. “Who wants to go next?”
“Can I?” asked Renamon.
“Feel free! You can tenderize him for me,” said Gatomon.
“Yay! You’re the best!”
Legs. Feet. Cock… Balls… Torso.
Renamon gasped. “Yes! I was hoping for that! Hold on, I’ll be right back.”
“Ooh, boy.”
“This is gonna take a while.”
She pranced giddily to the adjacent room where Veemon had brought the boxes from their van.
Over the course of the next few minutes, the poor captive Digimon tried to guess what next torment he would be subjected to by the loud clacks and clattering that echoed from that room. By now he’d learned that his enjoyment of the situation was inversely proportional to the girls’ – so going by Renamon’s enthusiasm, he correctly assumed that he was in for a rough time.
“It’s ready!” she sang.
In the middle of the room was a vertical steel frame with rope dangling from each of its four corners that was routed through the back of the frame to converge at a small motor. Renamon stood there with a remote in her hand and a smile on her face.
They got to work tying him up – and in within minutes he was suspended in the middle of the frame with his limbs outstretched towards its corners.
“Let’s begin.” With a press of a button, the motor fired up and steadily retracted the ropes tied around Veemon’s wrists and ankles. It got tight but not overly uncomfortable. He thought he was being made vulnerable for whatever torment awaited him next… But the motor wasn’t stopping! His joints popped as they were stressed beyond their limits.
“Ow! Ow! Please, stop!”
“Stop? But I only just got started!”
He was on the verge of tears. “Why are you doing this?”
“Why?” Renamon pondered for a moment. “For fun, I guess.”
Her casual sadism amazed him. How could she take such pleasure in inflicting such cruel tortures on him? What did he do wrong to deserve this?
“Please, stop! This will rip my body apart!” he cried.
“Oh don’t be a crybaby! I’m sure your body can be stretched much more…”
She hit the button again and again his arms and legs were pulled apart beyond what he thought was possible. His wrists, shoulders, ankles, and pelvis were alight with a burning pain. He cried.
“Aww, crying already?” she teased. “But we’re not even halfway through. I know! I’ll let you rest for a couple seconds and then we can go straight to max pulling!”
“No! Please, don’t do this to me!”
“Renamon, I think that’s enough,” intervened Gatomon. “We’ve got a whole three months ahead of us. Do you really want him to break on day one?”
Renamon sighed. “You’re right… like usual.”
She switched on the motor in reverse long enough to give Veemon’s abused joints enough slack that they didn’t feel as if they were about to explode.
“Besides, it’s my turn now.”
“Oh, right. Do you want me to put him back in the living room?”
“No need. I’ll take my turn right here. I’ve already spun the wheel…” she shot Veemon a catty grin. “…and I got his cock.”
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. His cock had already been given the privilege of being Gatomon’s plaything earlier that day, and it most decidedly did not want a second go.
He felt himself instinctively try to step back as she approached him, her predatory gaze descending from his worried face down his flaccid cock – hanging defenseless. She grabbed it and began stroked gently.
“So, what do you think so far?” She spoke softly. “What we’ve done so far is a small sample of what’s to come.”
“I-I don’t like it! Please, you have to let me go. I can’t take this.”
“Oh, you silly boy. I know you can’t take it but you have no choice.”
He was torn. The situation was wildly worrying the chances of it improving looked slim. But the handjob was – to put it mildly – heavenly. Gatomon applied pressure expertly to all the right places on that throbbing shaft with her soft-padded hand. This was nothing like the masturbation sessions that Veemon was excessively used to. The unpredictability of another’s touch made one so much more receptive to it.
“You’re about to cum, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good boy. Cum for me.”
He did just that. With a pathetic moan and a thrust of his pelvis, he shot his seed on the floor to the three girls’ amusement.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
For a few seconds, he was able to ride that orgasm just high enough to forget that he was still being held in his own house against his will by three sadistic women. But that didn’t last long.
“Good. And how’s this?” She kept masturbating him.
“Argh! It– It hurts!” He squirmed at the unwelcome touch.
“It does, doesn’t it? Tell me how it feels and I’ll think about stopping.”
“It feels awful! Please, stop!”
“Hmm… Not very good with words, are you?” She pumped his shaft with one hand and rubbed his glans with the other, throwing the poor boy into sobbing hysterics. The sensation that Veemon struggled so much to put into words wasn’t really a painful one – but rather a feeling of localized discomfort. It was his dick telling him “okay, I think I’ve head enough.”
Gatomon, however, didn’t have enough. Her gentle touch turned into ferocious abuse of his sensitive cock. She used both hands to jerk him roughly and pulled down his foreskin to polish his tip with her palm.
“Please, stop! I’ll do anything! My parents – they’re rich! They can pay you!” With no other options left, Veemon tried to bargain.
“You think you can buy your way out of this with dear old mom and dad’s bank account, don’t you?” She scratched his tip with her claws. “That’s why we chose you, Veemon. An entitled little brat who’s had everything handed to him on a silver platter. I mean just look at this house! You’re only eighteen and you live like fucking royalty.” Her increasingly violent movements reflected her growing anger. “You’ve had it pretty good so far so you can think of this as paying retroactively for all the coasting you’ve until now… Or not. I really don’t care that much.”
“I’m sorry!” he cried.
“I doubt that,” she said, finally unhanding his aching cock. “But you will be.”
When Palmon spun the wheel and it landed on “legs” he imagined she would whip them the same way she did the soles of his feet but the plant Digimon had other plans.
“Can I get up, now? My legs hurt…”
Her whip cracked mere inches away from him. “Lower!”
“Ah! Okay, okay!”
Veemon took a deep breath and forced himself to go lower, doing the splits just like he’d been ordered to. Despite his lithe frame, he was anything but athletic. Luckily, the stretching he’d received from Renamon earlier had warmed him up enough that he could pull off slightly harder poses.
Once his thighs finally touched the floor, she forced him to stay there until he begged to be let up. It wasn’t over, of course. Palmon was an experimentalist, as he soon found out. Within the bounds of tying only his legs, she managed to come up with half a dozen rather uncomfortable poses to coerce him to under threat of her trusty whip. When her turn was over, he felt like his legs had gained ten degrees of motion in every direction.
Up next was Renamon and she got his feet. He didn’t need to guess what she was going to do to them.
“Nahahaha!”
“Ah-coochy coochy coo! My, it’s like your feet were made to be tickled!”
He was back on the floor, flopping like a fish out of water under the fox Digimon’s weight as she sat on his bound legs and tickled his feet with a pair of brushes. His soft, uncalloused soles were forced to feel every singular bristle drag across them – particularly whenever Renamon pulled his toes back to tickle under them. It certainly didn’t help that his soles had been whipped raw mere minutes before.
“Who’s a weak, crying, soft-footed, ticklish boy?”
“Mehehe! I’m a tihicklish bohohoy!”
Lastly, it was Gatomon’s turn. Veemon prayed to whatever god might be listening that she didn’t get his dick again.
The wheel stopped on “balls”.
She fondled them with the same gentle care she’d given his cock earlier – the same gentle care that preceded an unbearable torture session.
Then she squeezed.
“Ah!”
She squeezed *hard[/i].
“AAAH! FUCK!”
She kept squeezing and squeezing, taking great pleasure in constricting his nuts with her deceptively delicate hand. The dull pain shot from his sack to through his whole pelvis whenever he received a squeeze. When she finally let go, it was only to point a hair dryer at them. In addition to the figuratively burning pain, Veemon also had to endure a very literal burning on his sac.
“Stop! Stop! Please, stop!” he screamed, writhing in his bonds.
“I’ll stop when you stop being so fucking fun to torture.”
He had to endure to endure his eggs getting cooked for a full ten minutes before Gatomon went back to squeezing them to devastating effects. Miraculously he didn’t pass out from the pain.
“That was fun.”
“Yeah! He’s so sensitive!*”[/i]
*[/i]“And a bit of a crybaby, too.”
They loomed over him as he sobbed quietly in his x-frame, stewing in the after-effects of the slew of tortures he’d just endured. His feet still stung from the whipping and tingled from the brushes, every joint in his arms and legs ached from being stretched and contorted into every conceivable position. But the worst pain of all was between his legs. His cock and balls felt as if they’d been run over by a truck before and then put between the terminals of a car battery.
A phone rang. His phone.
“Oh? You got a text,” Palmon said, pulling his phone out of her pocket. “It’s from your girlfriend.”
Biyomon! She completely forgot! She agreed to come over again today. She could be her way out of this. As soon as she got there and saw what was going on, she’s call the police and… No. Obviously the girls would capture her and play their demented games with her just like they did with him. He needed to keep her away.
“Don’t read that! It’s uh… homework! She’s been helping me study for my finals. That must be her notes.”
Palmon cocked an eyebrow. “Did you think that was going to work? You’ve got message previews on, dumbass.” She unlocked his phone. “She says she wants to come over. What do you say, girls?”
“I say the more the merrier.”
“Ooh, I hope she’s ticklish!”
It was no use. Biyomon was about to walk right into the lion’s den and be none the wiser about it. The only modicum of consolation that he got from this was that he didn’t have to suffer alone for much longer.
“And… sent! She should be here in twenty minutes.”
“Perfect!”
They untied Veemon and helped him stand up on his shaky legs before throwing the maid outfit at him.
“Clean this up,” ordered Gatomon. “You don’t want your girlfriend to see the mess you made, do you?”
He looked down at his feet, defeated and powerless.
“Yes, ma’am.”