Well, time again to post the torture device. Uh, I-I mean the disclaimer. I do not own or work for Digimon or own any characters. If you’re not 18 or over, then go away. I normally wouldn’t say that, but hey, you don’t want to be in jail, do you? Well, anyway… This is the seventh part of the series “Stolen,” by yours truly. The whole series is Yaoi, so if you don’t like it, don’t read it.

 

Hurt Again

     J.V. woke the next morning feeling a lot better than he had yesterday. V.C. and Veemon were already awake, wolfing down their shares of the rations Arkadimon had given them. J.V. had a larger amount of food than usual. He smiled and sat up slowly. Veemon grinned at him, and so did V.C.

 

     “How do you feel?” V.C. asked.

 

     “I’m getting better,” J.V. replied. “But it still hurts.”

 

     Veemon nodded. “Just take it easy. We don’t have to work on that dumb castle again until you’re better, so there’s no rush.” J.V. nodded and began eating. He hadn’t eaten anything since Arkadimon had raped him, and now he was starving. He hungrily devoured his food.

 

     “Wow, that was unusually good,” he said. I guess—”

 

     Suddenly, the floor opened up under him. J.V.’s world went crashing down into the hole, and with little more than a gasp, he was gone. Veemon and V.C. could only stare in shock.

 

     J.V. was slipping and sliding through some kind of tunnel. He was moving too fast to find a grip on the sides, not that there were any. He cried out, wanting it to stop. It was dark in the tunnel, and he couldn’t see a thing. He wasn’t really moving down, but it felt like he was falling.

 

     And then it was over. Something opened up just above him and he was pulled out of the tunnel, gasping and trembling. When he pulled himself together, he turned to thank his rescuer—only to find himself staring into the cruel eyes of Arkadimon. Terror gripped his heart, and he was suddenly unable to move or speak. Arkadimon smiled dangerously.

 

     “I see you’re doing a bit better after our meeting last time,” he said. J.V. opened his mouth to reply, but the only sound he made was a terrified squeak. Arkadimon chuckled.

 

     “You have good reason to be afraid of me. Especially now.” He picked J.V. up and began squeezing the life out of him. That was when J.V. found his voice.

 

     “SOMEBODY HELP ME!” he screamed. His voice echoed throughout the whole building. Veemon and V.C. heard it in the cell.

 

     “J.V.’s in trouble!” Veemon cried, and without a second thought, he dove into the hole J.V. had fallen through. V.C. followed him.

 

     The seconds they spent going through the tunnel seemed like minutes. When they got to the end of it and climbed out, dazed, they found themselves in front of a stone door. Together, they opened it—and a terrible sight met their eyes.

 

     Arkadimon had J.V. in his hand. J.V. appeared to be having trouble breathing. And something was poking out of Arkadimon’s crotch.

 

     “YOU!” Veemon yelled, anger flowing through him. Arkadimon gave him a sideways glance, slowly loosening his grip on J.V.

 

     “Ah, just who I wanted to see,” he said. “I was hoping you’d swing by and witness the pain I’m about to cause your little friend here.”

 

     “Let him go NOW!” This time it was V.C. that spoke. Arkadimon smirked and ran a clawed finger over J.V.’s tail hole. J.V. trembled, tears streaming from his eyes. He gave a cry of pain when Arkadimon slowly pushed his finger into it.

 

     “VEE HEADBUTT!” Both V.C. and Veemon attacked at the same time, only to bounce off of Arkadimon, their heads hurting. Dazed, Veemon got to his feet.

 

     “W-what can we do now, Veemon?” V.C. asked. “We c-can’t attack him, and it’s not like… we can reach up and grab him….” Veemon finally had to agree. Rage rushed through him like water from a broken dam, and the two of them were forced to watch as Arkadimon pulled his finger out and slowly pushed the head of his prick into J.V.’s hole. J.V. yelled in pain as blood began flowing out of him. Arkadimon laughed.

 

     “Think I can kill him this way, Veemon?” he asked smugly, pushing in deeper. “I did a lot of damage last time, as you saw yesterday when he threw up blood. Do you think he’ll die this time?”

 

     Veemon didn’t look at him. There was nothing he could do. Anger and hate burned inside him as he repeated his threat.

 

     “You hurt him, and I will personally make you suffer.”

 

     “Look at you!” Arkadimon laughed. “There isn’t a thing you can do about it! And I am going to make you pay the price for the things you’ve been saying!”

 

     By now, Arkadimon’s huge cock was all the way inside J.V. When he pulled out, blood was covering his member. He gave Veemon a meaningful look and rammed it back into J.V.’s hole. J.V. began screaming as Arkadimon started thrusting in and out of him. Arkadimon laughed and began rubbing in between J.V.’s legs, moaning in pleasure as he pummeled J.V. harder and harder. J.V. was starting to feel dizzy, partly from the loss of blood, partly from the pain.

 

     Veemon was shaking with rage. Sure, V.C. was pretty angry too, but Veemon was positively enraged. He wasn’t about to let this Arkadimon kill J.V., especially through rape. V.C. gasped as Veemon began to glow.

 

     J.V. was in worse pain than he had been in yesterday. Blood was starting to come from his mouth again. Suddenly, Arkadimon gave a moan and bucked tremendously hard into J.V. Cum was now mixing with the blood. Arkadimon pulled out of J.V. and dropped him carelessly to the ground, at which point V.C. hurriedly ran out and caught him. J.V. trembled in V.C.’s arms, blood and cum dripping from both his tail hole and his mouth. He threw his arms around V.C.’s neck and began to cry.

 

     Veemon was beside himself with anger. Arkadimon smirked at him. “So now, Veemon. What are you going to do? ‘Make me suffer?’”

 

     Veemon’s voice was hoarse as he replied, “I… sure… am….” He began glowing brighter with a yellow light. “VEEMON, DIGIVOLVE TO…”

 

     “No way,” said V.C. aloud. “He’s actually doing it…. But how?”

 

     “… EXVEEMON!”

 

     Arkadimon’s face showed a mixture of fear and surprise. “B-but how’d you do that?! My machine should have kept you from Digivolving!”

 

     “I don’t care about any machines!” Exveemon said. “You’re gonna pay!”

 

     Now Arkadimon was actually shaking. Exveemon’s eyes were even more intense than they had been the day before when he was Veemon.

 

     As V.C. watched, Exveemon suddenly gave him a slight wink, without changing his piercing glare.

 

     Huh? thought V.C. What’s he—oh, I get it! This is the perfect time for the second and final phase of Veemon’s plan. This should be fun.

 

     V.C. silently left the room, carrying a half-conscious J.V. Once they were out in the hall, J.V. began to talk quietly.

 

     “H-he’s… killed me, V.C.,” he said. “I-I don’t know… if I c-can make it… this time….”

 

     V.C. shook his head. “You have to, J.V.! Don’t you worry. Veemon and I won’t let you die, okay, buddy? Veemon’s really angry right now, and since he’s now Exveemon, we’re going to do that plan we told you about before. We’ll be out of here in no time, you’ll see.”

 

     J.V. was silent for a while before he finally spoke again. “Th-thank you,” he said. “I don’t want… to die….” And with that, he fell asleep.

 

     Arkadimon was doing his best to pull himself together. Relax, he thought. He’s a Champion, you’re an Ultimate. You can beat the life out of him with no problem.

 

     Exveemon growled and began advancing towards Arkadimon. Before he could stop himself, Arkadimon backed up a step. That was all Exveemon needed.

 

     “VEE LASER!” The attack sent Arkadimon flying into his own wall. Arkadimon got up again, quickly. He spoke in a low voice.

 

     “That does it. You WILL respect me. That is, if you live through what I’m about to do to you.”

 

 

To Be Continued…

 

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