03-21-2011, 08:15 AM
The next thing he felt was a hard smack against the side of his face and a cruel laugh. "Your training starts once more my little bitch. But this time things wont go so easily for you." And with that she left him alone in the darkness to ponder his fate.
The next few weeks were much like his first. He was given many drugs to make him lose control of his mind and body, he was constantly insulted and only referred to as a little girl, pain became part of his life, he received no news on Jet or Renamon, and he never once got more than a teasing bit of pleasure, and was never allowed to cum. Champ and other digimon would often come in to feed him their sperm, and that was all he ate aside from water and tasteless gruel. In fact, compared to the gruel, their cum tasted better.
To keep his body in shape he had electrodes strapped all around his body, including his ass, balls and dick, and they would shock him for four hours each day, causing insane pain and muscles spasms that would make sure he did not atrophy from lack of movement. His mistress would often remark on how each shock made him more and more sterile, and as the days passed, it was almost certain that he would have no children unless his Mistress was lying. The weeks became months soon, and his life was lightless and cruel.
Then came the second stage of hos training. When he began to bend to her will, when he finally ceased to resist her in any way, she began to show him slight kindness. She would kiss his lip, just barely, and massage his aching arms and legs. She would give him small pieces of sweet chocolate, which tasted like heaven compared to the gruel and cum he had to eat normally. She would speak more softly to him when he was good and pleased her, though she was always quick to go right back to the iron fist at the first sign of trouble. Even forgetting a single line, or doing one thing wrong would cause him weeks of cruelty and pain.
Today he heard her coming down the stairs as usual, she was here every day for at least an hour, if not more. Sometimes she just sent slaves to feed him, gruel or otherwise. The fact that it was her coming down today meant he might get some chocolate if he was good, and he hadnt been on her bad side for at least a few days.
"Hello my slutty daughter, how did you sleep?" she asked, and he could smell the chocolate she had with her. She would begin to give him his drugs, the sensitizers and the addicting drug today, waiting for his answer.
The next few weeks were much like his first. He was given many drugs to make him lose control of his mind and body, he was constantly insulted and only referred to as a little girl, pain became part of his life, he received no news on Jet or Renamon, and he never once got more than a teasing bit of pleasure, and was never allowed to cum. Champ and other digimon would often come in to feed him their sperm, and that was all he ate aside from water and tasteless gruel. In fact, compared to the gruel, their cum tasted better.
To keep his body in shape he had electrodes strapped all around his body, including his ass, balls and dick, and they would shock him for four hours each day, causing insane pain and muscles spasms that would make sure he did not atrophy from lack of movement. His mistress would often remark on how each shock made him more and more sterile, and as the days passed, it was almost certain that he would have no children unless his Mistress was lying. The weeks became months soon, and his life was lightless and cruel.
Then came the second stage of hos training. When he began to bend to her will, when he finally ceased to resist her in any way, she began to show him slight kindness. She would kiss his lip, just barely, and massage his aching arms and legs. She would give him small pieces of sweet chocolate, which tasted like heaven compared to the gruel and cum he had to eat normally. She would speak more softly to him when he was good and pleased her, though she was always quick to go right back to the iron fist at the first sign of trouble. Even forgetting a single line, or doing one thing wrong would cause him weeks of cruelty and pain.
Today he heard her coming down the stairs as usual, she was here every day for at least an hour, if not more. Sometimes she just sent slaves to feed him, gruel or otherwise. The fact that it was her coming down today meant he might get some chocolate if he was good, and he hadnt been on her bad side for at least a few days.
"Hello my slutty daughter, how did you sleep?" she asked, and he could smell the chocolate she had with her. She would begin to give him his drugs, the sensitizers and the addicting drug today, waiting for his answer.
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