He had barely had enough time to get dressed and start cleaning up before his phone dinged again.
¨She’s at the door.”
“Let’s go greet her, then!”
And greet her they did – by immediately overpowering her and bringing her inside where she was treated to the pathetic sigh of her boyfriend in white frills and black stockings.
“Veemon?” she gasped. “What’s going on? Who are these people?”
He looked down at his feet. “Just do what they say. It’ll be easier that way…”
“What did they do to you? Why are you wearing that?”
“We,” said Gatomon. “Took your sissy little boyfriend into our loving care. And now you get to join him. Girls, lets make her comfortable.”
They plucked the clothes from her body and replaced them with an armbinder and ankle cuffs. She knelt in front of her boyfriend, looking pleadingly at him, at her man, to do something about these three psychos. But he was powerless, terrified. She could see it in his eyes.
They had already broken him.
“Ayie!”
Something touched her foot. Renamon’s claw. The fox Digimon was crouched behind her and touched her upturned soles.
“Whoa. Talons! These are way different from your boyfriend’s feet. Are you ticklish here?” She scratched Biyomon’s three-toed talon.
“Hehehe! Stop!” She tried to scuttle away but Renamon kept a firm grip on the link between her ankle cuffs. “I cahan’t stand having my feehehet t-tickled!”
An impossibly large grin unfurled on Renamon’s face, prompting Gatomon and Palmon to share a knowing glance.
“Oh boy.”
“She shouldn’t have said that.”
“Can’t stand it, you say?” teetered Renamon before unleashing a barrage of scratching fingernails upon Biyomon’s ticklish feet.
“Nohoho!! Stop! Stop it! Too muhuhch!” cackled the bird Digimon as she threw herself to the floor and tried to slither away.
“Oh no you don’t!” Renamon said, pulling her by the ankles and locking them between her legs so Biyomon’s soles rested on her lap. “If I want to tickle you, then you are going to be a good girl and take it. You should at least learn that if you’re going to make through the next three months.”
Biyomon’s eyes shot open. “Three months?!” She shouted, incredulous. “Veemon, hehehelp!”
As if standing there watching her girlfriend get tortured by the tickle-crazy Renamon wasn’t enough to shame him, now there was something else to contribute to his ever growing embarrassment and it was beginning to lift his skirt.
“Well, now!” Gatomon was the first to notice it. “I hadn’t pegged you for a voyeur.”
“W-What?”
“A guy who likes watching someone else fuck his girl. Or is that a cuck…?”
“I’m none of those things!”
“Really?” She pulled up his skirt to uncover a throbbing erection. Biyomon was mortified. “You’re pretty turned on right now. If it’s not your girlfriend then what is it?”
Veemon could feel his cheeks burning as he struggled to come up with an excuse. “I-I just-”
“The clothes? You’re into cross-dressing? I knew it the moment I saw you,” she giggled.
“No! I’m not into that! I’m not into any of that. I just-”
He tried to think of an excuse but kept drawing up blanks. Then again, he himself didn’t know *why *his cock decided now was a good time to pop a boner. It boggled his mind enough for him to actually start considering the possibility that he might be slightly into it. Only slightly.
“Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to figure yourself out. We’ll even help you! In fact… Renamon, bring her here!” Renamon dragged the panting Biyomon towards her boyfriend. “Since you’ve been such a good boy for us so far, I think you’ve earned yourself a little reward. Get to work, lady. Suck your boyfriend.”
Biyomon looked at Veemon’s throbbing erection, and then up at her boyfriend’s flustered face. They stood like that in silence.
“Get on with it!” said Renamon, placing her fingers on Biyomon’s soles. “Or do I have to tickle you again?”
“We can’t!” said Veemon, to the three girls’ confusion.
“You can’t? Why not?”
“B-Because… we’re saving ourselves…”
“…For marriage.”
The girls burst out laughing from sheer bafflement.
“You’re kidding. What is this, the fifties? Suck your boyfriend like a good little girl!”
As soon as those claws started to wander around the bird’s soles again, she took her boyfriend’s length in her beak. Her desire not to be tickled was stronger than her desire to remain chaste.
“And you! Move those legs!”
“W-What?”
“Palmon, motivate him.”
Palmon let out a devious giggle as she grabbed her whip and pulled it back. “Yes, ma’am!” She threw her arm forward and the whip cracked inches away from Veemon’s thigh.
“Ow! Okay, okay!” Reluctantly, he obeyed and started thrusting his hips into his girlfriend’s beak.
It felt degrading, uncomfortable… and fucking amazing.
The wet, slimy walls of Biyomon’s beak felt amazing rubbing against his needy cock, and the vibrations produced from her laughter as Renamon went to town on her ticklish soles further improved the already heavenly fellatio. At some point, he stopped thrusting because he was afraid he might get whipped and started doing it because he wanted to. Biyomon noticed this too, as she herself began fellated her man with a newfound gusto, even as that pesky fox Digimon wouldn’t leave her feet alone.
This isn’t how either of them pictured their first time having sex. But all things considered, they enjoyed it more than they expected to.
“H-honey, I’m about to… about to…”
With a silent moan, he injected the minuscule amount of cum that still remained in his balls straight into his girlfriend’s throat. She was surprised by the sudden feeling of warm, gooey fluid in her mouth, yet she managed to swallow it.
“Good girl! Wasn’t so hard, now was it?”
It was pretty hard, but she feared the consequences of spitting it out enough that she managed to suppress her gag reflex for long enough to consume her boyfriend’s seed. It left a bad taste in her mouth and an extreme wetness in her vagina.
For Veemon, the situation had turned from embarrassment to bliss. He didn’t want to take his cock out of Biyomon’s beak – its warmth felt amazing post-orgasm. He wanted to stay there forever.
But the girls hard other plans.
“Hey, snap out of it,” said Gatomon. “Go fetch the x-frame.”
“But I just put it away?”
“Then bring it back.”
“Does that mean what I think it means?!” beamed Renamon.
“Yup!” Gatomon smiled. “It’s game time!”
They set up that cruel game again – or rather, they made Veemon do it while they poked and prodded his girlfriend – and strapped Biyomon to the x-frame with that segmented spinning wheel next to it. Torso, legs, feet, boobs, pussy.
They didn’t bother explaining the rules of the game to Biyomon. She was a toy, not a player.
Palmon’s turn. The wheel landed on ‘boobs’ and Veemon could guess what was about to happen. He averted his gaze at the first yowl of pain his girlfriend gave when the whipped lashed the feathers of her breasts.
“Watch,” Gatomon ordered him and he didn’t dare disobey. “I want you to watch your girlfriend get turned into a good little toy for us.”
“Veemon, help!” she screamed as the whip kissed her breasts again, yet lay limp, already willbroken.
Her pleasing gaze was a triptych of fear, confusion and pain. He wanted to do something. Had to do something. But Gatomon’s mere presence was enough to dissuade any rebellious thoughts and replace them with submission. She was short, stubby, and visually less threatening than a stuffed animal, yet those large round eyes and gloved hands conjured up nothing but pain and discomfort for him.
“Five! Ah, six!”
Palmon was making her count, just as she’d done with him when she whipped the soles of his feet. She sobbed quietly when the whipping ended. Her small, perky breasts covered in bruises.
“Is it over?” she muttered.
“Over? Silly girl. We’re only getting started,” Palmon chirped.
“Yeah, it’s my turn, now!” added Renamon.
The wheel was spun and fate decided her legs would be tormented next, but not on the x-frame. They sat her down on a hand-cranked splits machine, arms tied behind her back and legs tied to the machine itself.
“Ow! Ow! Please, stop!” she screamed as Renamon cranked the wheel, forcing Biyomon’s legs to spread apart uncomfortably.
“Not very flexible, are you? That’s alright, I’ll help you stretch those legs of yours.”
“Please, I’ll do anything!” she begged naively.
“Anything?”
Biyomon nodded profusely.
“Then scream for me.” She gave the wheel another two full turns, pushing Biyomon’s thin legs past their natural limit. There was the cracking of bones and the sobbing moans of a very miserable bird Digimon. Renamon swiped her finger across her victim’s wet labia and sucked on it like a lollypop. “Good girl!”
Finally, it was Gatomon’s turn.
Legs, feet… boobs… pussy.
A devious snicker echoed through the room as the girls traded sly looks before ordering Veemon to fetch something from the other room and assemble it. Some torture device or other, he guessed. He was right, obviously. The device consisted of a long rod – about as long as Veemon’s leg – mounted horizontally and attached to a motor in the center of a large cubic steel frame. The rod had little nubs and protrusions all along its chrome surface.
They tied Biyomon’s wrists to the top of the frame and hoisted her up so she sat upright pussy-first on the rod with her legs tied to either side of the bottom of the frame.
“This one will actually make you feel good, girl. Be grateful.” Gatomon turn on the motor and the rod started slowly rotating. Biyomon’s eyes rolled back as she was stimulated by the many bumps on the rod rubbing against her nethers. For once it felt like she could take it.
Veemon looked on with arousal rather than fear, which Gatomon did not fail to notice.
“Do you like seeing your girlfriend like this? Tied up and pleasured, unable to do anything about it?”
“I… I…” he was at a loss for words. Despite the torture, and the pain, and the fear, and the humiliation, he felt extremely aroused by the sight in front of him. It made him feel like an awful person. “I don’t know.”
“Your cock seems to know. We’ve whipped you, tickled you, tortured you, and milked you dry, but you still got a boner from seeing the same things done to your girlfriend,” she giggled. “I wonder how that makes you feel.”
Like shit. It made him feel like shit. And the fact that he couldn’t deny it made it worse. His eyes were glued to Biyomon, her mouth agape with soft moans and her toes curling and spreading spasmodically. She was dripping wet. Eyes closed, arms and legs tense… An orgasm. A powerful orgasm. And then another one, right after. And another. And another.
“Okay. I-I think I’m done.” The device kept going. Kept spinning, rubbing her. “Ow! OW! Oh God, I can’t take anymore!”
She panicked. The frame creaked as she pulled on the ropes keeping her there, and keeping her quivering pussy firmly pressed against the rod. She tried shifting her weight from front to back and side to side, trying to find a position that kept those nubs and ridges away from her labia, but could never hold it for long before gravity brought her back down.
She begged, cried, hollered, and came again.
The girls toyed with her. Sneering and mocking the poor bird while modulating the speed of the motor randomly. Palmon whipped her breasts and Renamon tickled her feet and armpits. At one point, she pressed an electric toothbrush against her clitoris, triggering another barrage of orgasms. They clamped her nipples, gagged her beak and blindfolded her. Veemon watched. They made him masturbate. Veemon came. It went on for far too long before she passed out, a sweaty mess full of strain marks and bruises.
“She was so much fun!”
“I know, right? Did you see her face when she saw the nipples clamps? Priceless.”
“You liked it too, didn’t you?”
Veemon’s hand was still covered in his own cum. A tactile reminder of how much pleasure seeing his girlfriend used like toy brought him. He couldn’t wait to wash it off.
“M-May I please use the bathroom?”
They let him do that, at least. He must have washed his hands – and his cock – about a dozen times. He saw someone in the mirror that didn’t feel like him. A pathetic Digimon dressed in a maid uniform, weak and servile. No. He had to face it. That was him.
He cleaned the room and put away all the torture devices. Biyomon was on the couch, still passed out. What would he tell her when she woke up? Would he even be able to look at her after all that? After he pleasured himself to her ordeal? He felt sick.
When she did wake up, they wasted on time in giving her another maid outfit. “Put that on,” they said. “Your boyfriend will tell you the rest.” And then they were afforded privacy. Eyes locked, they hugged.
“What is going on?” she asked.
“I’m not sure myself,” he sighed. “These psychos found out my parents are away and broke in,” he hesitated. “They’re… doing things to me. And making me do things. I… I don’t know why but I’m starting to like some of it.” His face burned with embarrassment.
She held him tighter. “Don’t let them get to you. You *have *to fight it!”
He felt relieved. At least she wasn’t mad at him, not that that made him feel much better about the situation.
“We need to get out of here.”
“We’ll look for a chance, but, for now, we have to take it,” he kissed her forehead. “I love you.”
“Yeah, I love you too,” she sniffled.
After dinner, the girls sat Veemon down in front of a laptop while Biyomon did the dishes.
“We want you to help us pick some new gear,” they told him. He thought they couldn’t possible need any more gear than the literal truckload they made him unload the day prior. Still, they brought up their favorite online sex shop and browsed through the male sex toys category. He whimpered at the vast selection of cages, rings, vises, sounding robs, needles, and whips – and those are just the ones he recognized.
“We could cage him when he’s doing maid work!”
“Oooh, can I get some new brushes and lotion?”
“How about some bondage stuff? Our under-the-bed kit is too small for his bed.”
He hated how his body responded to those ideas. Not with disgust, but arousal.
“How about you, Veemon? What do you want?”
If he absolutely had to pick out something, he figured he should go with the least painful (and perhaps even enjoyable) options. A vibrating cock ring, a small dildo, and a the smallest, and the smallest, most inoffensive looking sounding rod available, barely longer than his little finger. They sent him away to aid Biyomon in her chores, seemingly disappointed with their selection.
“We’re using your credit card, by the way,” Gatomon told him. “Hope you don’t mind.”
He almost protested, but figured he should probably keep his mouth shut.
After the couple’s chores were done, they were tied to bed and left to sleep. To ponder what devious torments awaited them the next day.