Goodbye

 

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

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Please read what I say after this lemon – it’s important, and needs to be read.

 

As Gatomon came out of the dungeon, Veemon began to masturbate. She walked over to him and said, “I can’t remember the last time we tortured a Digimon for the full time. We said we’d start again, but Patamon ran away, didn’t he?”

 

“You want to go get another?” Veemon asked. “I miss the castration.” Gatomon nodded. She grabbed the bag of sex toys from the floor and gestured for Veemon to follow her. They smiled at each other evilly and left.

 

Meanwhile, on a hill, a Gabumon was talking to a Gazimon. They were just talking about how peaceful the forest had become lately, which added to their startling when Veemon yelled at them, “Quick! Help! There’s a Gatomon stuck in some vines!”

 

Gabumon sprang to his feet, straight away, and headed off towards the forest, where Veemon was leading him. Gazimon followed behind. Veemon gradually disappeared into the forest. “Veemon!” Gabumon cried out. “Hey! I can’t see you!” Suddenly, he felt a sudden yank on his right foot, and he was lifted into the air, suspended by a branch. A yelp behind him told him that the Gazimon was in a similar situation.

 

They heard a low cackle and looked down in its direction. Veemon looked upon his prey, nastily. He was going to enjoy this. Gatomon strolled up beside him, copying his facial gesture. She passed him some vines she was carrying in her hands. “You get the bunny, I’ll take seal-slut,” she said.

 

They went up to their respective, new sluts. They started off by tying up the arms, leaving them hanging below the bodies. “Welcome to the real world, sluts,” Gatomon said, low and erotic, already seeing an erection forming in Gabumon. She caressed it, gently, marvelling at how quickly it went to full length, an impressive 8 inches. It was hot, and almost as red as Veemon’s. Next, she tied both legs together, then cut Gabumon free from the tree with her claws (though, of course, he was still unable to move.)

 

Meanwhile, Veemon tied his Gazimon’s ears together, making it yelp slightly in pain. He quickly put in a knob gag – a prosthetic penis on both ends, one to suck and one to fuck. The result was a Gazimon with a dick hanging out of its mouth and one inside its mouth. Then, he handcuffed the Gazimon’s hands with some vines and then the feet with more vines. He cut away the bonds between Gazimon and the tree as well, who fell with a thud.

 

Gatomon turned the Gabumon over onto its back. She lifted up its tail to reveal its tight tail hole. She ran an extended claw over it. He shivered slightly. It was virgin, Gatomon decided. She would change that. She took a spreader bar out of her tool box, extended it, took the vines off Gabumon’s feet and replaced them with the bar; she then tied his tail to his leg, revealing the virgin hole. Gabumon tried to wriggle his tail free of its bondage, but couldn’t.

 

Gatomon slapped his asscheeks lightly and Gabumon made a slight moan. He wasn’t too worried, however, as he had just seen someone out of the corner of his eye. It was… a human. Humans never tolerated anything like this. Rape, they called it. You could go to jail for it. He knew – his previous partner had told him so.

 

Gatomon and Veemon had not seen the human. They were too busy with their bounties to notice, but the human suddenly came up behind them, and…

He hit them squarely on the backs of their heads and knocked them out. While unconscious, Gatomon saw her entire life rush past her eyes. She saw herself as a child, being completely innocent, not even knowing what sex was. She saw her first steps, her first word and even her first tooth coming out. Then, she saw her first meeting with Veemon, and how she had admired him for being such a rogue. He had changed her. She was no longer the old Gatomon, but a new, raping devil. She squirmed, as her life came to the point she was at now, and she awoke.

 

“Veemon?” She asked, her eyes attempting to adjust to the darkness she was engulfed in. “Veemon?” she said again. “Where are you?”

 

“Veemon isn’t here,” Gabumon’s voice came. “You’re here so we can punish you on your own.”

 

“No, please,” she cried. “I don’t want you to.” She had just seen what her life had become, thanks to meeting Veemon. She wanted to die. She wanted to die, then and there. She really wanted to die. “Please just kill me quickly,” she pleaded. “I want to die. I know what I did was wrong, and I’m sorry. Please just kill me.”

 

“You want to die?” Gabumon asked, in surprise. “You really want to? I don’t want you to die, just to be punished.”

 

“Please, let me die. I want it.”

 

Gabumon wasn’t sure if this was a trick or not. He could see why she would try to trick him, but the tears seemed genuine. But he didn’t want her to die. What should he do?

 

“Okay,” he said, eventually. “I’ll let you go, if you want to die.” He untied her arms and legs and led her to the light. “Goodbye,” he said.

 

“Thank you. Goodbye.”

 

And Gabumon was the last Digimon to ever see Gatomon alive again.

NEVER TO BE CONTINUED.

 

That’s it. That’s the end of the series. I didn’t end up writing a hundred parts, just four.

 

If anybody wants to know, this story is semi-autobiographical, in that Gatomon’s life is turned for the worst by one event and she ends up killing herself. When I left school, I got turned down from Harvard. It really pissed me off, so I went on to smoking cannabis. I gradually became heavier and heavier, and now, at the end of my life, I waste tons of money a day on cocaine. I also feel that I sold my life to sex. I did more than write these lemons. I won’t tell you what I did, but I will say that I didn’t rape anyone. When I though about this a couple of days ago, I realised that I felt like shit inside. That’s why I’m about to drown myself in my bath.

 

I’m writing this because I want you all to know that drugs and sex fucked up my life, and I’m at last going to have some peace. I’m an atheist, and don’t believe in Heaven or Hell, so I don’t care about killing myself. If it’s permanently going to stop me from feeling like this, it’s an easy road out. Please, don’t start taking drugs or sell yourself to sex. It completely ruined my life, but don’t let it ruin yours.

 

This is Gatomon’s slave, signing off for the very last time.