Never again

 

All the characters in this lemon are eighteen or over, so there.

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This lemon contains:

Homosexuality

Heterosexuality

Bisexuality

Bondage

Oral

Anal

Dildo

Non-consentual

Watersports

Humiliation

Domination

Masturbation

Vaginal

Anal

SM

Ass worship

Vibrator

Facesitting

Chastity

Forced animalistic behaviour

If you are offended by any of these, or are under eighteen, please do not read on, as you will be breaking the law.

By reading on, you cleanse me of any guilt, and understand everything above the line below, so tough luck.

Yep, I’m innocent now. Read on.

 

Gatomon took the dildo, wondering whether to lubricate it or not. Tag was unaware of it, as he already had Veemon’s hot cock in his mouth, and was looking at Veemon’s blissful eyes. He could feel Veemon coming close to orgasm, and the thought made him feel a rising in his own dick. ‘Why is this turning me on?’ He asked himself.

 

“Now, Veemon,” Gatomon said, and Veemon retracted his penis from Tag’s mouth, revealing his red shaft. He hadn’t come yet, and Tag assumed that Gatomon must have been dominant over Veemon. Within the next few seconds, he realised he was wrong, as: “3… 2… 1…” Gatomon counted, gleefully, and rammed the dildo into Tag’s anus. He screamed as the pain seared through him like a red-hot poker being pressed against his asshole. Gatomon had decided not to lubricate the dildo.

 

“Only one and a half inches, Veemon. Not very impressive.”

 

“Ten and a half inches to go, then. Let’s go.”

 

Tag moaned in pain as, bit-by-bit, twelve inches of an inch radius rubber cock was forced into his tight hole. It felt as though it was pushing his stomach almost through his skin. He gasped as Gatomon stopped pushing. He was glad that was over.

 

“Someone likes to be fucked up the ass by a dildo,” Gatomon jeered at Tag’s erection. “Veemon, care to get an orgasm as I do the honours?”

 

“Come here, slut,” Veemon said, moving towards Tag’s mouth again. He took his cock in his hand and pointed into his slut’s mouth. “Hurry up, slut, I want to come in your pitiful, human mouth now.”

 

Tag sucked again, his cock needing release. The red, hot tool in his mouth tensed and convulsed, expelling huge amounts of Veemon’s cum into Tag’s mouth. The taste was vile and salty, but kept his erection as high as seemed physically possible. Why was this so erotic to him? Even Veemon fondling his balls to get rid of the last bit of cum turned him on. He hated being turned on by being raped by these Digimon.

 

“Swallow it, slut,” Veemon told him. He barely managed to force himself to obey.

 

Veemon steeped off his face and instead, stood on his chest, flaccid penis in hand. “Beg me to mark you as my territory, slut,” he said.

 

“Please, Master, whiz on me. I really want to be marked as yours. Please, Master,” Tag begged, not meaning it, but fearing what the consequences might be if he didn’t.

 

“Why do you want Veemon to piss on you, slut?” Gatomon asked, still at Tag’s behind.

 

Tag faltered. He didn’t know what to say. “Because I want to smell like my Master, Mistress,” he said. “He smells extremely erotic, and I wish to as well.”

 

Veemon cackled evilly. “If you’re so desperate,” Veemon mocked, “I’ll even give you a taste of my nectar. When I say, ‘Now, slut,’ you must open your mouth and swallow all my piss, but not until then. Capiche?”

 

Tag nodded, and Veemon keyed himself up, and let loose on Tag’s gelled hair. He moved downwards, onto his forehead, then onto his eyelids, then down onto his nose, then onto his lips. Veemon remained pissing on Tag’s lips for a couple of seconds, then said, “Now, slut.” Tag reluctantly opened his lips, and Veemon’s salty pee splashed deep into his mouth. Veemon and Gatomon laughed at their slut’s compliance.

 

Veemon finished up his piss and said to Gatomon, “Now, Gatomon.” As he did so, Gatomon pulled out the dildo to the head. Tag sighed in relief, but was cut short as it was slid straight back into him. It stayed there for a few seconds, and was withdrawn again, to the head. As Gatomon cruelly continued on, he felt intense pain as his bowels were invaded by the synthetic cock, but also intense pleasure as his prostate was agitated by it.

 

Gatomon stopped, leaving her dildo in Tag’s rectum and going to his cock. “I need an orgasm,” she stated simply, and straddled over Tag’s rock hard, pulsating dick. “And do not think of cumming unless I give permission, slut.” Tag gulped. Even before the dildo had been forced in and out of his tight rectum, his penis had been on the brink. He didn’t know if he could do this.

 

Gatomon rubbed her pussy to lubricate it with her own juices and sat herself down on his dick. It was a tight fit, but she managed it. Tag felt her insides; they were so warm and tight. He almost came, then and there, but managed to stop himself just before the point of no return. Gatomon felt this, and told him, “Not until I say so, slut.” Then, she leaned over, Tag’s dick still deep in her cunt. Supporting herself with her front paws on his belly, she began to hump at him.

 

‘Oh, shit,’ thought Tag. He didn’t have much control over his orgasms, but tried his hardest to relax all his muscles. Gatomon carried on humping, beginning to purr, loudly. She was getting close to orgasm, and Tag could feel it through Gatomon’s twitching around his cock. Tag couldn’t hold on much longer. He needed release. Who would come first, Gatomon or Tag?

 

His answer came along with Gatomon. Her humping getting more and more irregular, she eventually squirted her juices all over Tag’s cock and stomach. She dismounted him and moved again to his head. “Oh, dear,” she mocked. “Poor little slut hasn’t had an orgasm yet. Do you want to cum, slut?”

 

“Y-yes, mistress,” unaware of what she wanted him to say. He didn’t care, either; he was driven by the pure lust driven by his need to cum.

 

“Hmm…” Gatomon thought. She had found a way to get her slut to do anything she wanted. She noticed that Veemon’s cock had risen again. She gave him an evil grin. “Would you take it up the ass while being whipped, slut?”

 

Tag was not listening properly and said, “Yes, Mistress;” he needed to cum by any means necessary. Gatomon giggled and pulled a whip out from her bag of tools, fondling its cruel end in her paw. It was a short whip, so that Gatomon would be able to sit on Tag’s rump and whip his back without much trouble at all. Veemon licked his lips. Tag attempted to look up, but found it difficult with his wrists and ankles tied. He had not yet seen the whip. Gatomon then suddenly had an idea.

 

“Veemon, fuck him while his legs are up,” she commanded. Veemon sniggered and raised Tag’s legs into the air. He primed his penis up, ready to go. Gatomon, hiding the whip from view, clambered on to Tag’s face, spreading her ass-cheeks as she went. “Lick,” she told him, and lowered her anal hole over his mouth. Tag was reluctant to lick any ass, particularly one of his rapist Digimon’s, and he hesitated. She whipped him.

 

The pain felt like a mug of boiling water was being pushed into his left nipple (which is where he had been struck). He instinctively started licking. Gatomon laughed at his helplessness. She gave Veemon a 3-2-1 signal, and he started moving his red, hot rod in and out of Tag’s anus, his small ball sack bumping against Tag’s butt-cheeks. Veemon was finding the sight of Gatomon sitting on top of Tag, while whipping him, an extreme turn on, whereas Tag found the pain in his rectum and on his chest so damned sexual. His deprived cock was waving up and down as Veemon continued ramming Tag’s ass. Gatomon’s ass on his face also kept his loins in a constant state of arousal.

 

Veemon sped up as he neared his second orgasm. Tag felt the hot fluid spurt into his rectum. He just wanted release, so badly. Gatomon stepped off his face and Veemon retracted. Gatomon picked another dildo out of their bag of goodies. This one was only 8 inches, but was no ordinary dildo.

 

“Now, slut,” Gatomon purred, “We think you deserve your orgasm now, so we’re going to let you pleasure yourself for a few minutes, but while you do that, we’re going to introduce you to a few of our other toys. Do you see this, slut?” she asked, picking up a ball gag. “I’m going to attach it to you, and see this?” She waved the dildo in his face. “It’s going to help your prostate help you to release, understand, slut?” Tag nodded. “Good.” Gatomon attached the ball bag (rather tightly, as it was designed for small Digimon) and rammed all eight inches of the vibrator into his ring. He moaned into the ball gag, at which Veemon and Gatomon laughed at him. They untied his hands so that he could masturbate, but Veemon sat over his eyes, so that he couldn’t get up.

 

Gatomon set the vibrator to half speed, and already Tag was on the verge. “You may now masturbate, slut.” Tag took his right hand and started to move his shaft up and down, despite the two rapist Digimon staring at him. He needed release. Gatomon put the vibrator up to full speed and Tag shot off his load straight away.

 

“Tut, tut,” Veemon said. “Such a quick one for your very last orgasm. Oh well, that’s your problem, not ours.” Tag feared what was going to happen. He felt like shit now, having given his attackers the privilege of seeing him come from having a vibrator up himself. But now, it was even worse. Were they going to kill him?

 

Veemon pulled out the mouth gag and Gatomon got out of her bag a strange looking device; it was like a pair of scissors, only more complex. Tag’s breathing became suddenly heavier. He had seen something like that before, on his friend’s farm. They were for castrating pigs.

 

“No!” Tag sobbed. “Anything but that! Please don’t castrate me! I’ll do anything!”

 

Gatomon stopped. “Anything?” She asked. “You mean, you will be our permanent slave? You will let us do whatever we will with you, whenever we will?”

 

Tag nodded. Anything but castration.

 

Veemon smiled an evil smile to Gatomon, who chucked him a leather collar with a leash attached. They had never had any slut or bitch to sell themselves to them before. Veemon attached the collar to Tag’s neck, and Gatomon put away her castrators and untied his legs. “Just to make sure you’re not trying to fool us,” she said, “Here is a chastity chamber for you.” She attached it to his dick. “Only we know how to get it off without cutting your dick off, so don’t try anything, understand?” Tag nodded. “Good. Obey us at all times. Now, get on your hands an knees and follow us.”

 

Tag obeyed, just realising what he had done. Veemon contemplated what they could do with their slave. His twisted thoughts were reflected as he got another erection.

TO BE CONTINUED.

 

Any comments? I really would like to hear them, but NO PHOTOS, please! Email me at gatosslave@hotmail.com

Oh, yeah, and Gatomon and Veemon’s adventures with their slut will not end until I die or decide to stop writing completely. I plan to write at least one hundred parts within about two years, but I reckon I can do more than that.