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was about ready to head back to my house when a loud crumbling and smashing sound erupted through the air as an object slammed against the ground behind me. I spun around looking at the object... No person... And yet I was wrong again as Renamon lay there, drenched in sweat and blood, twitching uncontrollably. I raced to her side through the thorns that she had landed in. And crouched over her.

"Renamon?" I questioned more to myself then to her. She looked up at me, but said nothing. She groaned in pain, spewing blood on my shirt. Which snapped me back to reality. "RENAMON?" I cried out dropping to my knees and raising her head. Trying to let her get the blood out.

"I'm... Sorry Rika." She spoke, spitting more blood out, and going completely limp.

"What? Renamon? Renamon!" I cried, but it was no use, she couldn't answer. I place my hand below her mane, over her ribs. Holding my breath I waited, and watched. She was still breathing. But not much, and for how long would this last? I grabbed one of her wrists, swinging it over my head and holding her hand. With my other hand I placed under her other arm. I stood up, trying to lift her up with me. I got to my feet and regained my balance. I started to head out of the woods, struggling with Renamon. She was slightly taller then me, so her feet dragged across the ground, getting snagged and tingled in a number of roots and plants. As I pulled her through the last of the weeds her muscles tightened. I laid her down on the ground as her head raised up. Her eyes opened and she attempted to speak. Her mumbles only brought up more blood, I couldn't hear anything that she said, and as I wiped the blood away from her mouth she passed out again.

I reached around her, lifting her up once more and started for my house. Every few minutes she would wake up again and try to speak. But each time she'd fall back into her slumber. I reached the drive way when I noticed her feet were no longer dragging, I looked down to see her attempting to walk, her left arm tightened around my hand as she tried to help. But her chin still rested against her chest, and her eyes remained closed. I walked her into my house, making my way to the living room, to the couch in front of the shattered TV, where I laid her down. I ran upstairs into my room, snagged the pillows off of my bed, and jumped half the stairs speeding to her side. I placed the pillows under her head, reclining her slightly.

"Thanks." She whispered softly. Even though it sounded more like Thuks. I got the basic idea. I don't know much about first aid, just to keep her head elevated, and that if she stops breathing to perform CPR, so I sat there, and watched her motionless body.

At Rika's house.

Takato walked into Rika's room, Henry and Jeri were already there. Rika laid asleep on the bed, the others were huddled in the other corner talking quietly.

"I'm back." Whispered Takato tiptoeing over to them.

"And?" Questioned Henry with Terriermon asleep next to him.

"They're fine, a little shaken up, but fine. You?" Takato sat his stuff on the ground and joined them huddling into the corner.

" I don't know. There was nobody home... I left a note telling them that I'm fine." Spoke Henry, trying not to sound worried.

"Don't you think you should go look for them?" Takato pressed on.

"No. My parents are fine, my guess is that they left the house and maybe the city at the first sign of trouble. They know I can handle myself."

"O... My... My dad knows about the four of us now." Takato spoke sitting on the floor next to Guilmon and Jeri.

"What?" Shouted both Henry and Jeri, forgetting about Rika. Rika tossed and turned and all eyes shifted to her. But she resumed her slumber.

"He saw us on the news, they showed a clip of Metalmamemon blasting the first building. He saw us in the corner of the screen. And then he hounded me until I told him. Sorry." Explained Takato.

"That's ok." Spoke Jeri. "I guess that they were going to find out sometime."

"Yeah. I guess you're right... so... How are your parents?" Asked Takato not noticing Henry wording DON'T ASK. The room fell into silence, as Jeri fought back more tears.

"I... Couldn't find them." She spoke, slowly allowing a tear to fall from her eye, which Leomon wiped away, and she hugged him in return.

"We should probably act before she wakes up." Spoke Leomon still being hugged by the crying Jeri.

"What... Do you mean?" Questioned Henry as Jeri released Leomon and wiped away the last of her tears.

"Those portholes weren't a natural occurrence." He continued.

"So?" Questioned both boys.

"So who is the only person that we know that deals with digimon biomerging." Explained Leomon.

"Yamaki." Whispered Jeri, just enough to be herd.

"So?" Questioned the boys again.

"Look, we don't know if Renamon was deleted, she could have been sent to the digital world, or might even be in containment at Yamaki's tower."

Some where?

Despite my fear of what would happen if I fell asleep again, I slowly lowered my head in defeat. My body grew light and began to become transparent, but Renamon jolted me awake when she sat up looking around the room. My eyes shot open and my body turned to normal. I watched her in silence as she studied the room, and finally she noticed me.

"Hi." I greeted. "Are you feeling better?" She waited a while, trying to remember what happened.

"I... ok. Where am I? And where's Rika?" She questioned getting off the couch. I moved over to her, stretching out my arm to help her, but she shook past it, rose to her feet and fell back down on the couch.

"You're at my house. You... Fell from the sky, landed in the woods behind my house. I brought you here." I explained, trying once again to help her up. "I don't know who Rika is. Sorry." She closed her eyes as the memories of her battle, and of landing in the woods flushed back to her. She took my hand as I pulled her to her feet.

"Yes. Thank you." She spoke. Now on here feet she took another look around, looking through the windows above the couch and at the field across from the road in front of my house. "Where... Where am I?" She asked again. I let her go as her balance returned to normal.

"Ohio." I spoke.

"Ohio..." She repeated, drawing a blank.

"How'd you get here?" I questioned stepping away from her, not wanting to crowd her.

"I... Can't remember." She replied. "Thanks for your help. But I need to get back to Rika." She explained. She reached for the door next to the couch, but in the panicked state of my mind I reached out and grabbed a hold of her shoulder.

"Please... don't go. Not yet... Strange things have happened here... I'm the only person here." I explained. She turned around looking into my eyes, I didn't bother looking away, she probably already saw just how afraid I was.

"What do you mean?" She asked sitting back down on the couch. I sat in my dad's recliner diagonal from the couch. And prepared to have the first conversation I've had in three weeks.

"Three weeks ago... My family disappeared, I called the police, and they searched for them, but after about two days the phones quit working, along with the TV, radio, and the Internet." I started, not even sure if she would be able to under stand what I was saying. "Then the neighbors disappeared, everyone gone. Except me, as far as I can walk there is no one." I spoke. Done with my story I watched her as she pondered my situation. "You see, you're the first creature I've seen since." She looked up at me and got up from the couch, I did the same.

"I see." She spoke.

"Please... Don't leave me alone again." I whispered, not wanting to show any fear. She made her way to the door again, but this time I didn't attempt to stop her. She turned around to face me.

"I'm going to take a look around. I will come back. Ok?" She spoke opening the door. I nodded my head in agreement.

"Just... Promise that you will come back." I spoke not trying to hide the fear from her.

"I promise." She spoke closing the door behind her and jumping off the porch and into the trees.

Yamaki's tower.

"You know you kids have some nerve bringing them here." Spoke Yamaki as the three tamers entered the room with their digimon beside them.

"We need to talk." Spoke Henry glancing around at the tower, the three women were in their places, hard at work on their computers. A group of TVs were on, making one big picture of a news station covering the attack.

"Yes. I see. You couldn't stop the attacks. You lost. So I had to pick up the slack. And now you want me to stop." Yamaki spoke, walking back to the center of the room with the tamers following behind him.

"No." Takato started. "We want to talk about the program you used to get rid of the digimon." Yamaki tuned to the monitors.

"Tera, Turn it up."

"Yes Sir." She complied

"As night falls upon us rescue workers continue to pull people free from the collapsed buildings from this monster attack. Not much is known about the attacks, but we do have confirmation that the body count has reached over five hundred, and is still climbing. We have been told that the body count has become to high to give us an accurate estimate. But for those of us still here... May God give us a silent night." The reporter spoke finishing his broadcast.

"Did you hear that?" Yamaki began. "Five hundred dead from these beasts" He continued, gesturing at the digimon. "And think of how many would have died if I hadn't have activated the program... So, you want to talk about the omega program, fine then we shall talk."

"What happened to the digimon that had it used on them?" Questioned Henry, stepping forward to face Yamaki.

"Oh, don't tell me that you are worried about those beasts. Why would you care if the creatures that attacked your homes were deleted?" He replied, sitting down in his chair.

"Were they? Were they deleted?" Piped in Jeri.

"Unfortunately... No. The omega project is a weapon in testing. We used it today because we had no other options." At this the tamers and their digimon exhaled a sigh of relief.

"Then... Where are they?" Spoke Leomon.

"Why do you care?" He spat, glaring at Leomon with the purest hatred.

"Please." Jeri came forth, in-between Leomon and Yamaki "In the fray one of ours was taken. We only want to get her back." She pleaded. Everybody stopped, as silence filled the room.

"That is our problem though..." Began Yamaki "The program searches for newly biomerged materials, and disrupts their molecules. But we can't control what happens to the data, it could be deleted, or simple transported elsewhere. We do doubt that it would be deleted, because then the data would leave a small residue traceable by our computers. But there is no residue that we can trace." He finished. Once again silence took control of them, each one grasping what he said, each one finding a ray of hope for Renamon.

"Thanks." Spoke Takato, turning away and heading for the door. The others followed him and silently went towards Rika's house.

Somewhere?

I hopped tree from tree, heading away from the house. But not really paying attention, lost in my thoughts I continued onward. I have to find my way back to Rika. But just how far has this portal taken me? And this boy... He's so quick to help me. A complete stranger. And a digimon. But when I fell from the sky any other person would have been sent running away screaming about a monster. If it had not been for him... I probably wouldn't be here now. I came to a stop under the shade of a great oak. And rested. Still sore from my arrival, but yet not as badly injured as I should be. But either way, I don't want to wear myself out, I still have to go back. I wiped the sweat from my face, not noticing the end of the trees, or of the Earth itself. I turned my back to the unnoticed feature and wiped the sweat away from my head. Just how far have I come? Eight, Ten miles perhaps, and nothing. Not just humans, there was no forest creatures, no birds calling, and no wind. The very air I breathed felt harsh against my lungs. I turned ready to leap into a tree ahead. But as I lunged my eyes caught side of the emptiness. I lunged backwards already air born and scrounged to grab a hold of something on the ground. I dangled there from my elbows, my feet dangled into the endless pit of darkness. In one steady movement I flipped backwards, up onto the ground. Staring down into the pit that nearly became my grave I notice the end ... of everything. Not even light carried further, just an empty pit. I stood up straight as an odd creaking sound met my ears. Looking around I tried to find the source of the noise. But it seemed to come from within the oak. The ground crumbled underneath me as the tree plummeted into the pit. I ran up the trunk, swerving between branches until I stood on the last branch, and then leapt into the air towards the ground. I hit the ground hard rolling onto my side, but never stopping I just popped back up and ran from the quaking ground. As the ground behind me collapsed into the pit I tumbled down somersaulting into a tree and watching the others behind me disappear. But finally all was silent. I laid there for a few moments, my body still curled up in a somersault. Finally when I decided it was safe I blew the hair from my tale away from my eyes. This has certainly been a very bad day. I thought getting up from the ground and dusting my fur off.

Some where? The house.

I put the two plates on the table, along with the little food that I had been able to scavenge from the neighbor's house. I felt bad, knowing that I had broke into their houses, and raided their cupboards. But seeing how they were gone, they probably won't be missing the food. I watched the window now struggling to stay awake, it felt as if I could collapse at any moment, and as far as I knew, I would probably never wake up. I watched the windows behind the table as Renamon came to the porch. I met her at the door opening it and greeting her. She simple walked in not saying anything or even looking at me.

"Is...Something wrong?" I questioned walking towards the table. I sat down at one end of the small circular table, and she sat at the other. She waited in silence. Pondering what she was going to say.

"We're trapped here." She spoke. I starred at her, not really understanding what she meant.

"What... Are you talking about?" I asked suddenly losing any desire to eat. She looked up from the table, now gazing at me.

"I went about eight miles away from this house..." She began looking back down at her empty plate as she to felt no desire to eat. "The world itself just ends... Even the sky stops... Everything beyond the end is simple black." She finished. Convincing herself to eat she reached out grabbing a bowl of potatoes. I could feel the color draining from my face. My legs began twitching under the table. Just like in my dream... Eventually everything will be engulfed in that. Including us. I got up from the table, almost knocking my chair to the ground.

"Please... Um.. I'll be right back..." I spoke moving through the living room. I pushed the door next to the broken TV open, entering the bathroom. I moved in front of the sink, closing the door behind me. And stared into the three mirrors that doubled as a medicine cabinet. Turning the cold water all the way on I placed my head under the faucet. Slapping water onto my face I turned the water off, and stared pointlessly into the mirror.

"I'm not dying like this." I spoke... directed to no one but myself. "I will not sit here and wait for death." I spoke once again, still directed at no one. But my reflection began to morph, as another voice spoke out.

" You can't escape death." Spoke the voice. "The important thing is that you enjoy the time you have left." I studied the mirror, as the shape became clear to me... Cortez.

"You!" I growled at the mirror.

"No. You would be the correct answer." He began waving his huge hand through the air.

"What do you want?" I questioned, shifting away from the mirror.

"Only to help you. There is no way to escape this death. But be ready for it. And enjoy the time you have." A smirk crept across his face, as he brushed his black hair out of his eyes.

"What do you mean?" I looked up, somewhat interested in what he had to say.

"Isn't there something you have wanted to do... to her. Something that you have been wanting to do for a long time. Something that until recently you would never have been able to?" He finished, staring through the mirror, and into my eyes.

"I... Cant..." I interrupted. Knowing exactly what he was talking about.

"Trust me! There is no one here to stop you, and no one to talk about your deeds." The left mirror slid open as a single bottle tumbled out and onto the counter. I picked it up reading the label, which read in big black words HAVE FUN! I looked back into the mirror, but it was my reflection that stared back.

"What the hell." I whispered. "This is probably just another dream... And even if it isn't... I'm not just going to sit back and wait for my death." I tucked the bottle into the pocket of my jeans, closed the cabinet, and went back to the table.

"Are you ok?" She questioned. Putting her fork down and staring past the food at me.

"Yes. I'm fine." I spoke, walking pass her and into the kitchen. "I'll get drinks." I yelled over my shoulder. I opened the fridge opening a bottle of juice that I had also taken from the neighbors. I poured the juice into two cups, and took the bottle from my pocket, popping the top off, and popping the pills one by one into one of the cups.

"So... You have yet to tell me your name." Spoke Renamon from the dining room, making me jump slightly as the last pill fell into the cup, quickly dissolving. I carried the cups back to the table, handing hers to her.

"Cory." I spoke, sipping at my drink. "Cory Grey." I finished. A grin spread on my face as she took her first long swig of her juice. I tried to control my smirk as she put her empty cup onto the table and went back to her food. It didn't take long before the drugs' effects became visible. She began swaying slightly, from right, to left, back to the right. She sat her fork on her plate, as she fought off the tiredness her eyes shifted to the cup. Noticing a white residue in the cup left by the pills.

"What.... What have you done?" She hollered, jumping from her chair which fell with her to the ground. Her eyes close as she hit the ground caving in to drugs.

"What have I done?" I questioned moving over to her sleeping body. I began to doubt my actions, as fear crept into my mind. But once again that voice called out.

"It's too late to pull out now. You must finish. If you are going to die, go out with a bang." The voice echoed from above, I looked around, expecting to see him standing before me. But he was nowhere to be seen. I grabbed her shoulders and began pulling her out to the garage. Humming silently to myself.

At Rika's house.

"Rika!" Called Renamon. "RIKA!" She hollered out again. Rika tossed and turned in her bed, for tonight she is haunted by a dream that until recently only Cory had seen. Rika lied in the darkness, flinching each time her digimon called out to her. Renamon did not sound herself. Her voice was... Twisted... Each time the digimon called out Rika could almost feel her pain. Something brushed up against Rika's face in the darkness.

"Re...Renamon, is that you?" She cried out. She lay there, helplessly. Once again unable to do anything to help her partner. The dream was much worse though. This time there was no card that she could get to make things better, and she could not even see where her partner was. The thing pulled away from here as flames spewed forth around Rika, not harming her but illuminating Renamon, who came down on top of Rika, screaming in pain, through a bloody and beaten face. Rika turned away, not wanting to see her digimon, not like this. She flung herself around rolling off of her bed and landing face first onto the floor. She lay there for a few moments, shaking the remainder of the dream away. She rose to her feet, tossing her sweat-drenched blanket back onto her bed. She looked across her room at her friends, sprawled out on the floor asleep, tamers and digimon. The only one that was awake was Leomon. Who had Jeri using his lap as a pillow. Rika nodded to him, and made her way to her closet, collecting her clothes.

Leomon looked down at his tamer, not wanting to awaken her. He grabbed her head, removing it from his lap and setting her next to him. He wanted to speak with Rika. But when he looked up he saw the door close, and Rika exit the room. Leomon rose to his feet and stepping over the others, and made his way to the door. He opened the door to see Rika enter another room down the hall, Leomon followed, debating if he should still pursue her, but decided to wait for her when he heard the shower turn on.

Inside the bathroom Rika removed her soaked cloths, tossing them in a small clothes hamper. And stepped into the shower. The cold water felt good against my bare skin, relaxing my muscles, but my mind still wondered. Each time I blinked my eyes I saw her... But not the way I wanted to, I saw her as she was in my dream. A mess, crying, for my help. I looked at the showerhead as the water spilled over my face, hiding my silent tears. Leomon is awake, and probably waiting outside the door. I don't want him to hear me, but I can't stop it. I sat down in the stall, and wrapped my arms around me crying to myself. Hoping that no one would hear me.

My feline ears twitched uncontrollable as I leaned against the wall, listening to our once proud Rika cry. This was the first time I have ever seen her cry, it hurt us all, along with Renamon's disappearance. I had to give Rika strength, to give her back hope. The door slowly opened as Rika emerged. Her eyes met mine, she expected me to be here, and then they darted away.

"Rika. I need to talk to you." I spoke, moving between her and the way to her room. But she turned away. Moving down the other end of the hallway.

"I... I don't want to." She replied, trying to sound strong. I followed her into the kitchen, where she was searching for breakfast.

"Rika... We left your house yesterday." I began.

"Ok." She replied, pretending not to care. She came away from the cupboard, unwrapping a small pastry. But still not looking at me.

"We paid a visit to Yamaki." I continued, knowing that this would get her attention. And I was right, she finally turned to face me, showing me just how angry she was.

"So it was his weapon that got rid of the digimon. So was he happy that he destroyed her! Did he enjoy the fact that not only did he get rid of the digimon attacking the city, but also one of the digimon that had escaped him for so long?" She growled, now furious with rage.

"Rika... He didn't delete any of them. The weapon he used is not even fully developed. He told us that he can't control what happens to the data, that more than likely they were just transported elsewhere. Probably to the digital world." I explained. Trying not to yell. But also not allowing her to interrupt me. Rika froze. This news hit her hard and fast. She lunged at Leomon, wrapping her arms around him. Holding him close to her.

"Thank you." She whispered. This caught me off guard, but I wrapped my arms around her, embracing her as I saw that ray of hope come back. She released me, and I her.

"Should we search for her?" I pressed on, moving to her side as she continued eating.

"No... Renamon's strong. She can take care of herself for a while. First we have to do what we can in the city." She spoke, still struggling to stay calm. I starred at her, confused as to why she didn't want to go find Renamon, but it became clear to me.

"You want to find your mother first?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer to that question.

"Yes." She whispered as she took another bite of her muffin. "Please, Leomon. Can you..." She started. She didn't need to say it, I knew what she wanted. I gave her one last hug before turning away and rejoining with the others.

Somewhere?

I laid her body on the floor in the garage, and began searching for chains. My dad kept an assortment of useless junk in here, but I quickly found the chains. I turned around shutting the cabinet that the chains were in, and laid them next to her. The first thing I need to worry about is if you attack me. I took the smallest length of chain and began wrapping her arms behind her back, weaving the chain in and out, around, and pulling as hard as I could with each wind. Once I got to the end of the chain I tied it off with a small loop. I looped another chain through this and climbed on top of the lawn mower so that I could reach the rafters of the roof, I tied the chain there, looping it over the rafters three or four times, for safety measures. I hoped off of the lawn mower, next to the "crouching" Renamon. The chain pulled her arms and body up so that it looked as if she was on her knees, bowing to me. I couldn't help but to chuckle at this. I stood next to Renamon, studying her once again. My eyes drifted to her ass, and that tail which hid it. Now I can't have this... I began shuffling through boxes, not knowing what I was searching for, but searching. In another minute I found what I was searching for, a small leather clothe, with pinholes in one end, and string in the other. I walked over to a small faucet protruding from one of the wall, turning the valve and allowing the water to pour onto the floor, which flowed under the lawn mower and into a drain. I placed the leather under the faucet, letting it soak up as much as it could. My heart skipped a beat as Renamon groaned out and tried to roll over.

I turned around, watching her shift around... But she just laid there. My breath clotted in my throat, but she finally stopped, still asleep, and I sighed with relief. I better finish before she wakes up. I thought to myself moving back over to her. I placed one hand under her tail, raising it up, revealing her lovely plump ass. I wrapped the leather as tight as I could around her tail, about half way up. And tied it off. I tucked a chain through the leather, securing it with multiple knots. Taking the other end I slung it up over the rafters, catching it in my hand as it came back down. I pulled the chain, raising her tail into the air, but I continued pulling, now just about hanging from the chain, which raised her to her feet, but still I grasped higher on the chain, pulling with all my might, I didn't tie the chain until the only thing that touched the floor was the tips of her toes. I stood back, admiring my work, and waited for her to awaken.

I stood there for only a few moments when I herd the chains rattle. I looked up, as all my tiredness drifted away. Renamon picked her head up and looked around trying to figure out where she was. I walked in front of her, stooping down so that we were eye level. She looked up at me with blank eyes, not even aware of whom I was.

"Wha? Where?" She began, closing her eyes and dropping her head again she tried to remember.

"Hello there." I whispered in her ear. Her eyes instantly shot open, this time filled with anger and confusion.

"What are you doing?" She shouted, trying to swing at me, but the chains pulled her back. She cocked her head around, looking at the chains and her tail. Fear probed its way into her mind, she turned back around to face me. I removed my clothes already my dick was hard, and fear shattered through her when she saw me. "What... What is going on? What do you want?" She spoke, still keeping her cool on the outside.

"I want..." I paused, pretending to ponder the question. "I want you to be a good girl, so that I don't have to hurt you, and for you to do exactly as I say." I explained while patting her on the head. She raised her head again, glaring at me with a look of pure hatred, but it only added to my pleasure. She lunged out at my hand, snapping her jaw trying to hit flesh, but the drug's effects were still in her, running through her blood, and she was to slow to catch me.

"I'll never do anything for you! You sick vermin!" She hollered after I had backed away. I moved to the back corner, next to the coal furnace, which crackled away. The first box I saw was exactly what I was looking for... A box a clothespins. I lifted the box over the others and brought it back by Renamon, standing beside her so that she couldn't see me. I picked up two of the clothespins and crawled underneath her.

"Well then, so much for not hurting you." I spoke. She jumped at the sound of my voice, she had not heard me crawl underneath her, nor had she expected me to. I reached my hands into her mane, brushing the fur aside to find her hidden rack.

"Get away from me!" She growled now trying to kick me, but her feet stopped dead as she lifted them away from the ground. My plan had worked. Her tail was pulling her body off of the ground, if she removed her toes from the ground the pain would be... Undeniable. My attention snapped back to her tits, they were a nice turn on, I cupped one rubbing it before placing the clothespin on the tip of her nipple. She jumped at the pain, and a second time when I placed the other one on. I crawled out from under her. I stood in front of her once again, with two more pins in my hand. She arched her back, trying to shake off the pins, but after a few moments she gave up. I scratched her chin, as her eyes wondered up to mine.

"And to think, all you would have had to do was be a good girl." I sighed placing the two pins on the tips of her ears. These she also tried to shake off. I stood there watching, noticing that each time she shook her head her ears grew redder and redder. But still I was not done. I grabbed two more pins, and walked behind her. I noticed that she was struggling to stay balance on her toes, one of which were bleeding around her claw, I couldn't help but to kick her legs, she gasped out as the chains and her tail pulled tighter, but quickly recovered. I placed my hand on her tail brushing the hair aside and finding the very tip of flesh, where I placed the pin. Once again I crawled under her, stopping so that I could look up into her crotch. "Are you sure you don't want to be good?" I questioned, rubbing her legs. She gave no answer, so I began to push her legs out again. "I want an answer!" I hollered. But still she did nothing. "Fine! Have it your way "I spoke, once again pushing her legs out from under her, but this time I held them out, listening to her gasp. I put her legs back on the ground just as she allowed a small whimper escape her mouth. I smiled at this... Enjoying every moment of this. I brushed her hair aside, poking my fingers in her pussy, and then I slipped the clothespin in her, rubbing it along her, letting her feel every grain in the wood. Her breaths deepened, she knew what was coming, I opened the pin, and let it snap onto her clit. She made no noise, but each muscle in her body tightened. I crawled out from under her, standing up in front of her. I turned to face her, and got exactly what I had hopped for.

"Pl... ple... Take it off.. PLEASE!" She whispered, unable to do anything else. Tears began to drip down her eyes. "I'll..." She took a gasp of air before continuing. "I'll be a good girl." She spoke, now struggling for control over her breathing, but she couldn't stop the tears. I patted her on the head.

"All you had to do was be good. So if you want them to go then prove to me that you can be good." I smiled pushing my dick closer to her. She hesitated for a moment, knowing what I wanted, but not wanting to be the one to do it. I jumped as she took me in, engulfing my entire manhood and she began sucking. I stretched back, closing my eyes. The feeling was amazing, her tongue went everywhere, tickling my nuts, and sweeping over my head. She sucked as hard as she could, needing to make me cum, needing to remove the pin. I fought back an orgasm, not wanting the feeling to end. She pulled down, twisting me and forcing me to cum. I scratched her ears as I spat my jism onto the floor. I pulled away, as she resumed her sobbing. "Now that wasn't so bad. Now was it?" I asked pinching her cheeks.

"Please... Take it off." She begged. I walked around her, moving nice and slow, watching the way her body bobbed each time she took a breath.

" I don't know... I think I enjoyed that. But I don't know if you can be a good girl." I spoke, climbing onto my knees, and thumbing her pin.

"Please... Please just take it away!" She hollered. Bawling her eyes as tears collected around her.

"Fine... Fine. But don't forget that I can replace it at any moment I want to." I spoke releasing the pin and tossing it aside. "Now. What should I do next?" I questioned. I picked the pin up, getting an evil idea. But a great idea. I silently crept underneath her. "Any suggestions?" I questioned. I waited a few moments, and when she didn't give an answer I placed the pin against her crotch "No?" I repeated. Opening the pin.

"Me" She cried out, panicking. "Do me." She repeated. I removed the pin smirking at her suggestion.

"My my. Aren't we a little quick." I spoke crawling out from under her. "Not now... But eventually." I taunted. " You see, I need to get warmed up first. I need to get the "juice" flowing." I crawled back under her, this time from the front, so that she could see me. " I bet these are really starting to hurt?" I began playing with the pins on her nipples. As she looked under at me.

"Yes.." she spoke, watching me with her disdained eyes.

"Yes what?" I continued, grasping the pins I waited for her to answer.

"Yes please..." She whispered. I removed the first pin, giving it a good twist before it was completely off. She gasped trying not to let the pain bother her. I moved closer to her tit, eyeing the red lines left from the pin.

"Ouch... Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?" I asked breathing onto her nipple.

"No." she spoke, regaining her defiance.

"What was that?" I questioned, pinching her free nipple with one hand, and dragging the pin down her stomach towards her pussy.

"Yes... Please kiss it." She moaned, shifting her weight on her feet. I wrapped my lips around her tit, licking it as slow as I could, I closed my mouth, rubbing my teeth on the tip of her nipple, pinching it slightly. She began panting and closed her eyes. I went in for a second job, this time not licking, but sucking on her tit, carefully I removed the second pin and began massaging her rack. She began moaning once again, breathing in deeply as I took a deep breath on her nipple. My dick rose and hardened as her moans began to quicken.

"You enjoying this?" I asked, pulling away and crawling out from under her.

"Ye...Yes." She whispered. I could feel her sorrow, her shame, but it all felt good.

"Liar!' I shouted. Not exactly sure as why, but going with the flow. "I don't like liars." I moved behind her, watching her ass tense as she felt me move behind her. " Let me tell you what happens to liars. Liars always get spankings. Did you hear me?" I asked while stroking her tail.

"Yes." She answered, hanging her head down in shame.

"Yes what?" I pressed on, once again pulling her legs away from the ground.

"Yes... I hear you." She finished. She pushed against my hands, struggling to get her feet back on the ground. But I held her there, not even moving. "Please ." she began as the pain exploded within her.

"So what did I say?" I asked, lifting her legs so that they were level with her back. She began crying again, giving up on fighting me.

"Liars get spankings." She blurted out. I lowered her legs, but not allowing her to touch the ground, I was not done yet.

"So what do you want?" I questioned, teasing her while now bobbing her legs slowly up and down.

"Give me spankings." She whispered, trying to stay calm. I let go of her feet as she replaced them on the ground. As I stood back up a small crack carried through the air, as Renamon gasped and more tears fell to the ground. I looked down at her feet, seeing that her claw that was bleeding was now lying next to her foot. I couldn't help but cringe at this, but still I continued. I picked a piece of wood off of the ground, it was splintered at the end, which made it the perfect choice. I rose it up over my shoulder, like a batter in his first game, and swung it as hard and fast as I could, slamming it against her ass. She let out a small yelp as the wood come down on her again, and again. Swing after swing, cry after cry was wrung as I became lost in the process. Her ass grew red as I smacked her over and over again. Suddenly something caught my eye, I looked up, but never stopped with the swinging. But looking up caused me to bring my swings higher, the board now slammed against the root of her tail, which caused her much more pain then I would have guessed. She cried out as the board met this new mark, but I laid the board back on the ground as something else grabbed my attention. I walked over to the furnace, something new was poking out of the furnace. A small metal pole. She watched me as I moved over to it, it seemed to call out to me, to stand out against everything else. I reached out, grasping the metal. I expected it to be searing hot, but it was actually very cold. I lifted it out of the furnace, pulling the red-hot end out. I studied it, it was some kind of symbol, But heat rolled off of it, not allowing me to see it.

Another smirk spread across my face as that voice came back to me. Do it! She is yours, mark her. Mark her and see your symbol. It spoke. I walked casually back behind her as a new fear moved into her mind, she knew just what I was going to do with it. She didn't dare to say anything, but she began whimpering. I moved the metal closer to her, just enough so that she could feel the heat. Her whimpers became more desperate as she tensed, fearing what would happen. She began sobbing louder, as she finally began to form her cries into a sentence.

"Ple.. Please..." She coughed out struggling to talk. " Don't do it... Don't" She broke down, unable to form words. I hesitated, now starting to regret this, now both wanting and not wanting to hear her scream. But the voice insisted. Come now. What are you afraid of? There's no one here to catch you. No one here to spill your dark little secrets. I pressed it in. She cried out screaming in agony. But I pressed it in, singing her skin. I pulled away, but as I saw the symbol fear struck my heart. Leaving me frozen. The symbol that was singed into her body was a sun. Her screams became silent, becoming sobs once again. But I couldn't bare it, threw the now cold metal on the ground. And turned towards the door, pushing the door open. "WAIT!" She cried out, watching me leave. "Let me go! Please. Let me go!" She cried out as the door clicked shut behind me. I ran behind the garage, and layed down against the garbage cans. What have I done?" I whispered to myself. You were great. And now she is yours. Marked by your symbol "That's not my symbol!" I hollered. "Leave me alone" Now it was my turn to brake into tears. As I wished that I would wake up, wake up and have my parents back, my brother and sister, my life as the perfect little Christian boy, who hardly ever did anything wrong, who believed in honor and protecting the innocent.