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I am his

by Alas Negras

You're mine.

Gatomon awoke in the darkness, grunting: the dragon's last sentence had been more than unpleasant. Her body felt limp, and her mouth tasted bitter. Hangover, she thought. She didn't usually drink this much, but she was having too much fun at last night's party to care. Every once in a while, it felt good to let her defences down and relax. No more fighting evil Digimons to save the world, just a simple pool party.

She tried to sit up, but something stopped her. There was metal around her wrists and ankles. And the smells weren't those of home. Had she gone somewhere else during the party? She opened her eyes in alarm. She was in a concrete room, empty except for the bed she was lying on and a cork panel covering the left wall. She twisted, discovering tense chains on each of her limbs. She pushed, trying to free herself, but the metal resisted.

The light came on, the metal door at the back opened. Gatomon's eyes widened as he saw the party dragon. He was almost white, except for the blue spots on his shoulders, trimmed in black. He wore only jeans, revealing his youthful body, full of well-defined muscles. White horns pointed forward, creating an impression of fierceness. Another blue stripe ran from his muzzle to his forehead, turning black there and covering his ears. Gatomon's surprise gave way to anger when she saw his mischievous grin.

"You bastard, let go of me right now if you don't want to end up as carrion for rats!"

"Good morning, beauty".

"Are you deaf, cranberry-head? Untie me now!"

"No".

She spat, reaching his chest despite the distance. He sat at the foot of the bed and wiped himself; he didn't seem offended. He unhooked the backpack he was carrying and set it aside. Gatomon managed to remember his name: Dan. A shiver of disgust ran through her, as strong as the one last night. At first, he'd been nice, but later he'd revealed himself to be a real prick, the kind who saw females as conquests and never took no for an answer.

"You think you're going to get away with this? My friends are going to find me any minute, and together we're going to turn your scaly ass into-"

"You're wrong", he laughed softly. "I've made sure of it"."

"What do you mean?

Dan's tone exuded confidence, which bothered her, but it got worse when she looked into his eyes. In them glowed the satisfaction of a hunter, or perhaps a predator. Someone who had only one goal in mind and would not stop until it was accomplished. And this time, Gatomon knew, it was her.

"Didn't I tell you at the party?" Dan continued "You are mine. You will live with me and do my every command and wish".

"You're a fucking asshole. You disgust me, get it? I. Am. Not. To. Be. Yours".

"You will be".

He petted her face, and she tried to bite him. If he thought he was going to play her game, he was sorely mistaken.

"Ah, ah, I'm afraid I'm going to have to do something about that. A good kitty should never bite her master".

"Call me kitten again and I'll knock all your teeth out".

She clenched his fists, emphasising what he'd said. Dan's grin grew wider as he opened his backpack, pulling out a muzzle. There was something inside, a piece of clothing. A moment later the smell hit her and she understood - a used jockstrap! Sensing what was about to happen, she nodded and tried to pull away, but Dan grabbed her firmly by her neck.

"You sick, bastard, son of a-!"

He didn't give her time to say more. She felt the strap tighten around her face and cursed between gasps, unable to say full words. Every inch of her nose was assaulted by a masculine musk that refused to let go, the scent of a capable and fertile male that made her instinctively salivate.

"Come on, come on, don't be so aggressive. All cats need to get used to the scent of their masters. Among other things..."

Gatomon froze; she didn't like the sound of that. She had to get out of there, to let go of those chains somehow. She tried to clench her fingers together and wriggle away, but only succeeded in hurting herself.

She felt Dan's finger leaving circular strokes on his belly, wrapping itself around his velvety texture. A bulge in his trousers made his arousal evident. Gatomon began to gag as she licked her lips. He pulled on the chains so hard that the pain brought tears to his eyes, but he didn't stop. Dan opened the bag again and revealed a new item: a bottle of lubricant, red.

I will kill you. The others will find me, and then I'll break every bone in your body. I'll kill you. You fucking garbage, scum, I'll rip your cock off!

An iron-like hand pulled back her tail. Dan's shadow was all over her. She tensed and tried to break away, unsuccessfully. She noticed how he passed a finger between her buttocks, without touching higher up. Her eyes widened as she realised, not there! The finger pressed against her ass, just playing. She gritted her teeth, still struggling, still straining, she had to get out of there, she had to...

The finger came back, covered in lubricant. A firm thrust drove it in whole, causing Gatomon to arch his hips as his clenched jaws held back a scream. It burned, it felt like real fire burning inside her. He kept thrusting in and out, but Dan didn't seem satisfied. A second finger joined in, as brutal as the first. Tears streamed down her eyes, and she pulled at the chains with all her might. With each inward scream, she redoubled her efforts, but it was no use. She collapsed, blinded by pain. She was unlucky enough to pass out as he continued, stretching so hard that he seemed on the verge of breaking her.

Only when she was all stretched up did Dan get up. He looked satisfied. He dipped his head between her small legs and gave her a single, calculated lick. She shuddered and closed her eyes. He removed her muzzle and picked up an old camera, a Polaroid. She didn't have time to close her eyes. He pinned the photo to the cork panel and wrote 'Day 1' on it.

"See you tomorrow, beauty".

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The soap bar fell apart between his fingers. Yet she kept rubbing, harder and harder, scrubbing every corner of her body as the hot water soaked her all over. Even though her skin was red, she still smelled of him.

She hated everything. She hated the grey walls, the lights, the red bed that made her stand out like prey in the open. She hated the chains, its relentless cold and constant presence every day. She hated the pictures, the memory of his every visit, always staring at her from the wall. And of course, she hated him. She hated his confidence and brashness. She hated how his size overshadowed her, making her feel like a lost puppy. She hated his hands and tongue, which knew her most sensitive places much better than herself.

But most of all, she hated herself.

Thirty-eight days had passed, and Dan had visited her every single one of them. He always greeted her with the same phrase. Every day, his thick fingers would invade her, pushing and stretching her asshole until it was wide open with no resistance. It was a ritual he loved. Then came his tongue, spilling its intense heat along her folds, plunging in, tasting her, reaching her clitoris with light, steady strokes, making the world melt away. He would bring her to climax and, at that precise moment, leave her. He'd turn out the lights and keep her there, aroused, only to start the next day again.

In the last session, she had almost begged for more. And she hated herself for it. For wanting it not to stop, for wanting more. Because, as much as her mind tried to hate it, her body burned with the need to hold him close. It was a confrontation that left her confused, weakening her will. Hopes of getting out of there could barely lift her optimism. She made efforts to think of the woods, of the hillsides, of the wind swaying her and her friends. But they were distant memories, their emotions drowning under the flood of those she was experiencing now.

She dug her claws into the wall. She ignored the growing heat between her thighs and her panting. In slow motion, she closed her eyes, then forced herself to expel all thought, all temptation. She would get out of there. Even if no one was looking for her, even if it took years. She would never belong to him.

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It was almost time.

She looked up at the ceiling, trying to empty her mind. Instead, her heart pounded harder, her muscles tensed. She heard the footsteps advancing. Once more, she closed her eyes. She didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing desperation in them.

"Good morning, beauty".

She didn't say hello. She had spat, shouted, and threatened in so many ways that she had nothing new left. She just wanted it to be over soon.

"I thought we could have something special for your two months, don't you think?"

He avoided her gaze and went on without answering. Two months. The enthusiasm in her voice made it feel like ten times that. Maybe he was lying. Very unlikely. Still, she would resist. She had to.

To her surprise, there was no muzzle this time. She watched as Dan ripped off his trousers, and a surge of pheromones assaulted her. They permeated her skin, her muzzle, her mouth. She gasped, biting her lip a second later to avoid any more embarrassing sounds. However, another part of her body could only react by wetting itself, showing itself open and inviting the young male. Her own scent mingled in the air and desire overcame her, almost crushing her resolve. Resist was now just a word, one that refused to go away though.

Her hips pressed against him, begging for the fingers he was eagerly thrusting in. He figured out the exact spot to rub, the precise angle to arouse the most out of her. Her fur bristled, her pulse and breathing unleashed. Her nipples, sweet pink mounds, stood firm and eager to be worshipped. He quickly fulfilled her desire. Dan's tongue wandered everywhere, marking her territory with thick, hot saliva; it was as thick as the very lubricant that coated her insides. It barely touched her clit, but each pass felt like she was going to go wild. Each moan only seemed to heighten the sensations.

It was too much and never enough.

"That's plenty for today. See you tomorrow, beauty".

"No!"

Dan looked surprised. He wasn't. Gatomon knew him too well by now. She was still trembling with pleasure, his body throbbing and aflame in need of a male. The sheets between her legs were soaked. She needed him. She didn't want to, she really didn't want to, but there were no other options left, she needed him, she needed him now!

"What's my name?"

"Dan. Please", she whispered, almost sobbing.

"And my title?"

The image of her friends faded. She forgot about being outside, buried every single of her dreams. They were nothing, nothing compared to this experience that ravaged her body, reshaping it to satisfy a new need. His need.

"Master! It's master, please, please..."

"Good kitten. Lick".

She did. She licked that glistening cock, breathing in that strong masculine scent. No male could compare to this power; none had ever managed to take her body to these extremes. She looked into his eyes, pleading, knowing she would die if he didn't satisfy her desire.

"Make me yours, master. Mark me, do whatever you want, please, just..."

She didn't have time to say more. Dan took her like an animal, in one leap, biting her neck. Even with all the training, her ass couldn't accommodate all him, it was too big, too imposing, but she didn't care. She pushed against him, ignoring the pain, ignoring anything but him possessing her. She was his. She would be forever. Realising that almost made her orgasm instantly.

He wouldn't stop. Both hands gripped her waist, pushing harder, his jaws stopped biting. Now his hot breath fell over Gatomon's tender face, their scents no longer distinguishable from each other. She was ready, and so was he. Moans and grunts of pleasure turned to screams and then to howls. She felt the intense throbbing inside her. Only one more thrust was necessary, and they both climaxed in an instant that seemed to last a lifetime.

Too much for her small body, the semen slipped out, staining her fur and the sheets. She felt full, and it made her smile. He released the chains and cradled her against her body. She didn't fight him. In those arms that barely felt her weight, she felt safe. She kissed him and enjoyed the burn he gave off because this was her whole world.

Her master.