Taming the Tamer
Rika blinked, groaning softly as she regained consciousness. Her head hurt like crazy. She tried to remember what had happened to her... she remembered Renamon taking on the Agumon, and the duel hadn't gone well. Renamon had lost, and they'd ran off together, towards the caves where Renamon said it would be safe... and someone hit her on the head.
She tried to reach up to rub the sore bump on the back of her skull, only to find her arms were tied. She looked around, panicking a little. She'd been tied up, her arms pulled wide apart by ropes that bound her to the stalagmites. Her legs were tied together at the ankles, the binds wrapped around what she assumed was a third stalagmite. Her body was stretched across a pile of cushions, which at least made it comfortable for her to lie like this. However, it did nothing to quell the rising fear.
"Renamon?" she whispered, looking around, "Renamon?" she repeated, a little louder, "Where are you? Help me, please!"
A figure emerged from the darkness, walking into the ring of torches that lit up the helpless Tamer. It was a Digimon, it looked like Renamon, but had emerald eyes, and dreadlocks that made it look a little like an echidna. He also had a slight bulge at his crotch Rika hadn't noticed on Renamon. She realised it was a sheath; this Digimon was male.
"Like what you see?" he asked, noticing her gaze had fallen on his crotch. He walked forwards slowly, and Rika began to fight and struggle frantically, whimpering and calling for Renamon.
The Digimon chuckled, "she'll be back soon..." he knelt down beside Rika, stroking her face gently with the back of his paw, "Shhh... quiet little one."
Rika didn't listen, however. She continued to struggle, "Let me go! Let me go! Please!"
The male Renamon sighed, and walked over to the girl's squirming hips. He reached under her body, and slowly undid her pants and belt. As he slid them down, Rika's cries increased, and she began to sob gently as her jeans were pulled down to her knees, revealing her soft, white panties. With a sharp smack, the Digimon's paw smacked against Rika's rump. The thirteen year old cried out in pain, squirming helplessly as a second smack landed across her right buttock. A third struck her right over her pucker, the slap echoing throughout he cave. Two more spanks pocked against Rika's padded bottom, striking hard against the base of her rear. This was enough to bring the girl to tears, and she began to sob, pleading for the spanking to stop.
"Ah, Renomon, you've started without me?"
Rika looked up at the voice, "Renamon!" she cried, her teary eyes catching sight of her Digimon. "Help me! Please! He's hurting me!"
Renamon chuckled, "I'll bet you deserved it."
Rika gave Renamon a horrified look, "w-what? What do you mean?"
Renomon grinned at Renamon, brushing a paw through his dreadlocks, "you want to finish up her spanking, sister?"
Renamon nodded, "I'd be delighted." She walked beside Renomon, and reached down to remove Rika's panties. She took them down slowly, enjoying how Rika cried and begged her not to. Slowly, inch by inch, Rika's cute little rear was revealed for all to see, her pink skin given a rosy tint by her brief spanking. Whilst the panties were removed, Renomon walked back around to Rika's front, wiping the girl's face and shushing her into silence.
"Be quiet, little one," he whispered, "or Renamon will spank you more."
Rika nodded, terrified, trying to understand why Renamon would do this to her... but her questioning was cut short when Renamon's paw smacked down hard on the top of her left cheek. Renamon's spanks came in lightning quick, cracking against Rika's bare flesh with a loud SMACK. To Renamon, the girl's bawling was wonderful, and she loved the way her rear jiggled with every smack. She gave ten to Rika's left cheek, then repeated the process with her right cheek, delivering a flurry of harsh and merciless paw-spanks. By the time the last strike landed, Rika was completely submissive, not even trying to kick or squirm. She lay, bound and sobbing, letting Renomon stroke her head.
"Hush," he whispered to her, "you're a good girl, taking you spanking like that..."
Renamon was beside her brother in a moment, rubbing her prisoner's back, letting Rika calm down.
"I suppose you'll want to know why you're here," the female Digimon said once Rika's sobbing had subsided, "Rika, you were my Tamer, yet I could never Digivolve, I could never reach my full potential, even when you tried to help me... I thought at first it was my fault, but then I realised it was yours."
She began to circle the bound girl, admiring her helpless form in the torch-light. "We were destined to be together, but not with you on top..."
Rika was about to speak, but Renomon quickly put a finger to her lips. "Pets who talk without permission get spanked," he told her, though not unkindly.
Renamon knelt down, and released the binds on Rika's legs. As she did so, Renomon untied her arms.
"Alright, Rika," he explained, "You're being untied as an act of faith... take of your clothes and sit qui-hey!"
Rika had no interest in obeying. Frightened of what the two Digimon had planned for her, she scrabbled to her feet and ran for it. She didn't even get past the candles before Renomon grabbed her, and forced her back to the pillows, stripping her forcefully and binding her once more.
Renamon sighed, standing over the helpless, crying girl. "Rika... you shouldn't have done that. She knelt beside her, stroking the helpless child's shoulders, "Now I'm going to have to spank you... and it will be a long and harsh punishment."
She looked down at Rika's upturned face, smiling at the look of terror she saw. "You're not going to beg?" she gave a short chuckle, "good girl."
The Digimon sat herself down in a good spanking position, sliding under Rika so the girl's rump was in her lap, and gives Rika no warning. Her paw swats down dead centre of the left cheek, leaving a cherry-red mark and causing Rika to sob. The second blow struck in exactly the same spot with a loud, meaty thwack. Renamon delivered a third, then a fourth, then a fifth, spanking again and again on the same spot, causing a large crimson bruise to form. For Rika, the pain was unbearable; a deep, searing burn that refused to go away, and became worse and worse with every spank. Even when Renamon stopped, after twenty unbearable spanks, the pain continued. Rika had little time to recover, however. Renamon quickly began spanking again, giving her right cheek the same treatment as the left had received. Rika kicked and bawled, fighting her binds and crying like a baby. Her shrieks and wails of pain filled the cave, echoing back and forth, joining with and amplifying the new cries which she made as each new spank landed on her tender rump. It seemed to last for hours, but at last Renamon ceased her punishment, letting the girl sob and catch her breath.
"Don't think it's over yet, Rika..." Renamon smiled and nodded to her brother, who handed her a paddle. Renamon wasted no time, applying the paddle with a series of rapid and powerful smacks. Rika's cries began once more, the child screaming as the hard wooden paddle slapped against her thighs, working around her buttocks to punish everywhere her previous spankings had missed. smack smack smack smack smack! The paddle circled her rear, leaving a burning series of deep red bruises in its wake. Ten... twenty... thirty... forty spanks were laid into her burning rump, all of them delivered fast and at full strength. Rika had lost the strength to cry. All she could do was gulp for air, trembling and whining like a newborn. Her throat hurt from so much crying, but somehow she'd stopped herself from begging, held on to the hope that she could escape this punishment...
A loud, heavy crack came from her rump, quickly accompanied by a wail of pain and fresh floods of tears. Rika hadn't noticed Renamon pause in her spankings, replacing the paddle with a larger, heavier one. This new implement was brought down hard in the centre of her rear, cracking like thunder. The Digimon raised the paddle again, bringing it down slightly to the left, then slightly to the right of the first hit. Each strike made a sound so loud that Rika thought the paddle had broken over her... it certainly felt like it had! Eight more heavy, powerful, painful paddle-strikes were delivered into her rear, by now one large, purple bruise. Rika looked up, and gave another wail of terror as she saw Renomon carrying another implement; a caning rod.
"Nooo!" she sobbed, "please no! Not after that!" she cried, tears flooding from her face.
The two Digimon looked at one another, and Renamon nodded to her brother. "Alright," she said, "we won't spank you anymore."
"Providing you behave this time," Renomon finished, untying the defeated and submissive child. Rika made no effort to run this time, curling up on the pillows and crying. The sibling Digimon watched her, listening as her sobs were slowly replaced by the deep breaths of sleep. Exhausted from her beating, the girl had passed out on the pillows.
Rika awoke, and the first thing that came to her mind was the dull aching in her rear. It still hurt, and she rolled onto her front so as not to touch her abused rump. She opened her eyes, and saw Renomon watching her, smiling at her.
"Ah, you're awake at last..."
Rika whimpered, crawling onto her knees. She was sore, hungry, thirsty, and very, very frightened.
Renomon seemed to know this too. He had a bowl of water at his feet, and another, filled with some sort of slimy yellow food. There was one last item; a collar.
He held it up for her to see, "Let me put this on," he said to her, "and then you can eat and drink all you want."
He stepped forward, sitting down right in front of her, holding the collar open with both hands. "I know you're scared, and you've probably got dozens of questions..." he hands her the collar, Rika accepting it, holding it against her chest, "put it on, and I promise I'll answer them."
Rika nodded, sliding the leather-bound metal collar around her neck, closing it. It was surprisingly comfortable; not too heavy or too tight. Renomon smiled at her, and clipped a padlock through the eyes, sealing it closed. Already hooked within the padlock was a leash, rising up from within the cushions. Rika dug down, finding a heavy iron loop buried beneath her.
Renomon smiled, stroking Rika's head and face, "alright pet, you may speak now. I will let you ask three questions, no more, so choose them wisely."
Rika sniffled, "what are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice having lost all of its courage or strength after the brutal punishment she'd received.
"Whatever we want," Renomon replied simply.
"H-how long do I have to stay here?" she whimpered, tears forming in her eyes again.
"As long as we want you to."
She thought hard, not wanting to waste her final question, "...where do I go to pee?"
Renomon laughed, point to what appeared to be a cat's litter-tray, placed just within reach of her leash. He ruffled her hair playfully, and stalked away.
Rika wiped away her tears, and crawled over to the food bowls. The food tasted like pasta and cheese... but she was hungry, and it was filling, even if it made a mess of her face. They'd left her with paper towels to clean herself with, and the water she had to drink was ice cold, soothing her sore throat.
Fed and watered, Rika shivered, curling up into a ball. Tears dripped down her face as she thought about her mother and grandmother... her friends Takato and Henry... she'd probably never see any of them again. Alone with her thoughts, the only sound that could be heard was the gentle sobbing as Rika cried herself to sleep.