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Prologue Generations ago, a
meteorite struck the Earth and caused a great disaster that befell all those
that lived on the planet. Countless died and the environment was wrecked beyond
belief. It took several years and plenty of hard work to return the Earth to
normal. To prevent further incidents, nations of the Earth banded together and
built the Orbital Space Ring. It was a gigantic ring-shaped space station built
around the Earth and designed to spot further meteorites and destroy them before
they reach the planet.
With the expansion of technology that
followed after, the Digital Age was created. Everyone now carries a portable
exploration device called a D-Tector. This mobile phone-like devices act as
advanced portable digital assistants. Using it, you can make phone calls, send
and receive e-mails, keep a calendar, store data, shop online and check news
from around the Earth Sphere (the Earth and the Space Ring). These D-Tectors
have become so convenient and useful that they have become essential for everday
life!
Every D-Tector has a program installed into
it called a Digitally Integrated General Information Manager and Online
Navigator or DIGIMON for short. By customing your D-Tector’s Digimon program,
you can give it a unique personality and even talk to it and befriend
it.
Yet the Digital World or Internet, is a very
dangerous place, filled with computer viruses. To protect their D-Tectors,
people had begun installing DigiModify Chips- special chips encoded with battle
programs called DigiModify Data or DMDs for short. When a DMD is installed, a
D-Tector is then armed to fight off viruses and hackers in battles known simply
as DigiBattles. It is such an important process, that is even taught in
schools.
The Year is Post Apocalypse 177, a year since
the defeat of the DigiMafia Organisation, the Blue Dragon Syndicate and the
destruction of its Project to clone one of the most fearsome Digimon ever
created from the remnants of the old OOKAMI Program... However, all is
not well. Recent virus activities have increased unexplainably, making the
Digital World even more dangerous than usual, even to veterans of DigiBattles
such as Takato Matsuda and Jenrya Lee.
How is the world going to survive this new
and mysterious onslaught? No one is sure... not even the Officials, an
organisation that works with the UN in ensuring that the Digital World is a safe
place and that the Beijing Convention on Internet Rights is upheld. With no
answers and no immediate solution, the world is slowly descending into
chaos...
The Digital World was divided into several domains, each run by an
organisation or a country. There were ten major domains, which formed the
Regular Digital World- DyjiNet, InphyNet, PhyleNet, SpyroNet, ArabNet, EuroNet,
AsiaNet, NANet, SANet, AfriNet and Zerva.
This Digimon, however, was travelling through one of the four outer sections
of what was known collectively as the DarkNet. This was a deep section of the
Digital World, hidden away from the sight of ordinary civilians and most of the
Officials. It was where powerful viruses lived and where only the strongest of
Digimon could survive. It was where the Digital World’s criminal scum liked to
congregate and it was also where a new version of data transfer had been
produced.
It was an illegal method of data transfer between Digimon, yet the Digimon
couldn’t care less. She had to have it. She had to know how to use it, so that
she could become stronger.
The illegal data transfer involved a new program called DIC-K, which stood
for Data Impartation Connection-K. The K was the initial of the surname of the
guy that invented the program. Due to its colourful name, it had also been given
several other more vulgar names such as cock, penis, shaft, little Richard...
you get the idea.
Graffiti covered the black path on which the Digimon ran, which was only a
maze of other paths that led to large square-like platforms known as terminals,
all of which floated in a sky that looked like static on a television screen.
Large, dead trees lined the paths at intervals, each with menacing faces carved
into them.
The fox-like Digimon didn’t care for those, though. She had been to the
DarkNet several times before and not once had the place scared her. If any virus
leapt out at her, she would be ready to delete it in heart beat and absorb its
data. That was not enough, though. She wanted more. She wanted the data from
Digimon and the only way she could get it, was through a DIC-K or the female
equivalent, known as CUNT or Cable for Universal Net-Info Transfer .
"You know, a pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be travelling through
the DarkNet alone," said a voice that had a thick stereotypical New York cabbie
accent to it. "It’s said that the ghost of the deleted OOKAMI Program lurks
around here, ready to delete any Digimon that crosses its path in revenge for
what the Digimon did to it. I must say that I have to agree with OOKAMI’s
philosophy of deleting all Digimon."
That voice. Renamon recognised that voice. She whirled round and saw a black
figure floating towards her. "It’s you," she growled half-angrily and half in
fear. There was one thing in the DarkNet she was afraid of and that was
Beelzemon, the Legendary Digimon with no Operator (the term given to those that
own a D-Tector and hence a Digimon).
A cruel smile spread across Beelzemon’s face, as he floated towards her.
Like last time, his black boots did not touch the floor and he wore a brown,
tattered cloak that went down to his knees. "You’re still as beautiful as
last time, you know that?" he asked her. He chuckled. "Shouldn’t have run away
from me last time, sweet stuff."
"Get bent," retorted Renamon, as she backed off a pace. She had heard the
stories of how Beelzemon got off on deleting Digimon and absorbing their data.
"I’m not here to face you again, not now, anyway." Renamon had to get to the Red
DarkSquare, a small unknown part of the DarkNet where the CUNT program was
available to any that wanted it. If she was to stand a chance against Beelzemon,
she would have to absorb other Digimon’s data and the Red DarkSquare was where
she had to go to do it.
Renamon turned tail and ran, only for Beelzemon to float around her and
block her way forward. "Get out of my way," shouted Renamon.
"Or what, foxy?" asked Beelzemon, as he closed in on her. "You gonna tickle
me to death with that tail of yours?" His clawed hand shot out and grabbed her,
pulling her to him. "Tell me, what are you doing out here on this path?" he
asked her, as he pulled her body close to his. "The only place this path leads
to is the Red DarkSquare or at least, it used to lead there." A smile spread
across his face, as he made a gesture with his free hand that like cutting a
throat.
The fox Digimon’s eyes widened in disbelief. "You destroyed the entire
DarkSquare?" she cried in disbelief and received one single nod in reply. "You
bastard!"
Beelzemon laughed at her outburst of rage. "Was this what you were
looking for, slut?" asked Beelzemon, as he raised a purple data packet up to her
face. It was like a glowing sphere with purple digital letters orbiting it like
electrons around a nucleus. "The CUNT Program?" He smiled evilly, before shoving
his clawed hand straight into Renamon’s chest.
Her digital data pulsed around the wound. For a moment, Renamon thought that
she was going to die. A searing pain wracked through her entire body, as the
program was installed. Her screams echoed all around her and the DarkNet, as she
writhed in pure agony. Pain was all she could feel, all she could hear, all she
could see and taste. The pain in her chest was intense. The pain around her
groin was intense.
"Kind of like sex, this penetrance, isn’t it?" laughed Beelzemon, as he
pulled his arm slowly out of her chest and then thrust back in. "This is what
you can be expecting to receive with the CUNT Program installed," he said, as he
pulled his arm out fully, "nothing but submissiveness as the dominant Digimon
penetrates you again and again with his DIC-K. Of course, if you had chosen the
DIC-K you could have had it either way."
Renamon was suddenly flung down on to the floor. The pain in her chest was
slowly subsiding. Miraculously, the digital data was closing in and the hole and
the damage that Beelzemon had caused was slowly healed again. Renamon looked up
at Beelzemon angrily, as he slowly landed on to the floor.
Beelzemon took off his gloves, tipped with sharp metallic claws and flung
them off his hands. He advanced slowly towards her, letting every step take an
agonisingly long time. His pale, skinned hands reached up and took off his brown
cloak to reveal a black jacket, which was in turn taken off to reveal a pale,
muscular body covered with hideous scars. "I’m going to really enjoy doing
this to you," he chuckled, as he knelt down before her and grabbed Renamon by
her furry throat. "But first, I’m going to make you beg for this."
What happened next surprised Renamon. Beelzemon forced her down to lie flat
on the floor and placed his fingers near the opening of her newly installed
cunt. He knelt on her, pinning her down with his weight and proceeded to slide
two fingers into Renamon’s opening, dipping them into her already soaked
muff.
Renanon’s breath was deep and shallow, her chest heaving. She had never
experienced such a feeling before and it confused her. What was it? The Digimon
felt Beelzemon’s fingers wiggle around inside her and it made her cry out in
pure pleasure. She wanted more, yet a part of her protested against this.
Renamon was a proud Digimon, not one to surrender or be submissive to anyone but
her Operator, Ruki Makino. "Stop it!" protested Renamon, before she cried out
again. It was a pleasure wasn’t it? What she was feeling was pleasure. She
gritted her teeth, as he dipped more fingers into her opening and felt her body
tense. "No, please, don’t! Get off of me!"
Now that Renamon had thought about it, she should never have come to the
DarkNet without Ruki watching over her. Now she was going to be raped by some
bastard Digimon. Thoughts of regret crossed Renamon’s mind. She wanted to tear
Beelezemon’s throat out and delete him, so badly. Yet all these thoughts gave
way to the intense pleasure that she felt between her legs.
Beelzemon reached down and began to unzip his black trousers. "You just
don’t get it, do you, foxy?" chuckled Beelzemon. "I’m not going to stop, so
don’t try to stop me." He reached in with one hand and brought out a hard, stiff
cock that was human in appearance, were it not for the incredibly pale skin.
It was huge and it looked easily to be eleven inches and incredibly
thick.
Beelzemon straddled Renamon, his hands on her furry shoulders, pinning her
down. "You’re going to be one sweet fuck," he chuckled, as he lowered his
hips down on to her. And with one violent thrust, he had penetrated Renamon’s
newly installed pussy and stolen her virginity.
Renamon cried out, as Beelzemon’s thick and long shaft penetrated her,
pushing its way past the lips of her opening. Thoughts of pure hatred filled
her, as pussy throbbed and pulsed around Beelzemon’s length, welcoming it
hungrily. The pain burned into her worse than any wounds she had received
fighting the viruses and rogue Digimon that had fought before. And yet Beelzemon
wasn’t doing anything. He was just lying there, resting on top of her, getting
accustomed to the feeling of being inside her.
The pain had died down to a dull aching sensation, yet the pain within her
heart still haunted her. Renamon would never forgive Beelzemon for this
violation. She would delete this rogue Digimon like she had deleted so many
others. The foxy Digimon cried out again, as Beelzemon slowly pulled his cock
out of her. She felt the tip nearly draw out past the lips of her vulva, only
for Beelzemon to thrust in again forcefully, slamming his hips against hers,
making Renamon cry out.
It felt so pleasurable. She couldn’t deny liking it and wanting him to
thrust into her over and over. Renamon couldn’t deny the algorithms that had
been installed into her along with the CUNT Program. After all, the inner
workings of a body can be difficult to control.
Soon, Renamon found herself gripping tightly on to Beelzemon’s muscular
limbs and crying out in pleasure as he thrust into him repeatedly, over and over
again. She found herself wanting more. She found herself hating the programmer
of the CUNT and DIC-K Programs. She found herself hating Beelzemon. She found
herself hating herself for giving in so easily. Renamon moaned in pleasure with
each stroke of his hard, throbbing shaft into her wet, pulsating cunt.
Lust burnt within her fiercely and in her loins. Renamon wanted him to
climax and finally load his data onto her. She panted out his name, calling for
him to do her faster and harder, feeling the lust build up. Renamon began to
thrust and hump her hips against his, wanting... no... needing him as deep
inside her as she could get him. She no longer cared that he had forced his
himself onto and then into her body. Now all she wanted was to feel his lust...
to feel his data burn deep inside her body and soul.
A clawed hand suddenly stroked through Renamon’s cheek fur. She opened her
eyes again and saw a black hand with metallic clawed tips. Renamon recognised
that hand, even through her sex-fogged mind. "You’re... that... Beelzemon
clone!" panted Renamon after every thrust.
"Shut the fuck up!" grunted the Beelzemon that was thrusting his hips
against her. "Gag her, bro’!"
The other Beelzemon smiled and undid his fly. He reached in and brought out
his hard DIC-K. It was just as long and just as wide as the other Beelzemon’s.
The second Beelzemon straddled Renamon’s chest and began stroking his DIC-K
languidly with his clawed hand. "You want this, foxy?" asked the second
Beelzemon with a devious smile on his face. "Do you want to taste me?"
"Shut it and fuck her muzzle already!" roared the first Beelzemon, with
every powerful thrust of his hips. "OOKAMI’s waiting."
Every one of the first Beelzemon’s deep, powerful thrust into her depths
seemed as though they would never end, driving Renamon as well as the first
Beelzemon to the heights of passion as the vixen Digimon began to squirm and
writhe in passionate lust in the firm grip of the lone Digimon. With every
thrust into her, she felt her arousal build more and more.
Renamon’s eyes closed shut, as her body was rocked with every stroke of the
first Beelzemon’s DIC-K inside her pulsating CUNT. The first Beelzemon thrust
into her again, more forcefully then before, and she cried out in a sick and
twisted pleasure. The second Beelzemon slid as much of his DIC-K into her
muzzle. There was a strange salty taste to his DIC-K, which surprised Renamon,
seeing as Digimon weren’t programmed to taste.
It was sick. The whole action of being fucked two ways was sickening to
Renamon. It was a violation of her body, of her Digimon rights, of her dignity
and she loved it. This violation of her digital body thrilled her and excited
her. Every thrust of the first Beelzemon’s large, thick cock brought tingles
down her spine, activated every ‘pleasure program’ in her body and clouded her
vision with a delicious pleasure that filled every one of her five senses. She
wanted the two Beelzemon clones to take her, to fill her up with their...?
With their what? They were only clones of the real Beelzemon, made from the
Black Gears, remnants of the old OOKAMI Program. Gallantmon had prevented OOKAMI
from being reborn from the fusion of Black Gears, but what now? Would their data
impregnate her? Would she give birth to a new, rejuvenated OOKAMI that would
attempt to destroy all Digimon in the Digital World?
The second Beelzemon grabbed her head and pulled it towards his groin,
thrusting his long, hard DIC-K further into her muzzle. Its tip touched the back
of her throat and she swallowed, her throat muscle programs constricting around
the head of his pale, skinned cock. "Yes!" cried out the second Beelzemon in
pure pleasure. He laughed, as Renamon bobbed up and down his hard shaft. "Yes,
suck it!"
"Insolents. Fee my wrath."
The second Beelzemon cried out one more time, this time with a claw thrust
through his chest. His body began to flicker with static, before it broke up
into bits of digital data that scattered. The first Beelzemon, seeing this
gasped in horror. He was in the midst of pulling his DIC-K completely out of
Renamon, before he was pumped full of lead.
Renamon felt the Beelzemon clone’s DIC-K slip out of her. She watched in
disbelief as the Beelzemon clone crashed to the floor and then disintegrated,
leaving a Black Gear behind. Renamon turned round and gasped in complete horror.
She scrambled back along the pathway away from the monstrous Digimon that had
killed the two Beelzemon clones.
It was the real Beelzemon and there was a stern expression on his face. The
real Beelzemon was fully clothed, holding a Black Gear in his hand, one that had
been torn out of the second clone. The black Digimon raised the Gear to his
mouth and bit into it as if it was a mere cookie, swallowing its pieces and
consuming the entire Black Gear. Normally, contact with the Gear would have made
a Digimon go insane.
The Mega level Digimon was not normal, however. He turned to look at Renamon
with a devious smile on his face. "So, we meet again, eh, sweet stuff?" he
chuckled, before bursting out into laughter. Beelzemon floated across the floor
towards her, before kicking her in the face with his boot. "I remember you. We
met a long time ago, when the Hypnos Terrorist Organisation was still operating
around here. I see you’re still as pretty as before." He reached out with his
right hand and the other Black Gear flew up from the floor into his hand. "Did
you really think that the real Beelzemon would stoop down so low, as to transfer
data like that? Huh?" He opened his mouth and swallowed the Black Gear whole.
"You’re dealing with the real McCoy here, bitch, and the real Beelzemon always
deletes his Digimon before absorbing their data." He thrust out with his sharp
claws, but missed as Renamon leapt over them.
"Let her go."
Beelzemon turned his head to look up at the static-filled sky. "Are you
nuts?" he shouted at the voice. "I don’t take orders from you!"
"Just let her go, Beelzemon. OOKAMI’s ghost is approaching and you know
you’re not strong enough to face OOKAMI’s ghost."
"Fine then," spat Beelzemon angrily, before he turned round to face Renamon.
"You heard the guy. Go! Get lost, now, before I change my mind."
"I’ll delete you," said Renamon sternly. "One of these days, I’ll delete
you."
"Just run off to your pathetic human Operator," retorted Beelzemon angrily.
"Go now." He turned his back to her and started floating off in the opposite
direction. "One of these days, the humans will face my judgement and your kind,
foxy, will be destroyed along with them."