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Chapter 3 - Bonds

With Digimon in hand they move through the facility for a time, eventually entering a large double door and going into a different wing of the facility. Gatomon fading in and out of semi-consciousness as her scruff is gripped in a fist. Clarissa continues to talk, chastising Gatomon, and herself, for thinking this would work any other way. The carrying seems to go on and on. Eventually they come to a large hinged metal door. Well oiled as it is Clarissa has no issues undoing its outer clasp and sliding it open. Tossing Gatomon in rudely and following along quickly.

With motions of a practiced hand, the woman undoes clasps from the wall and attaches them to Gatomons wrists and ankles. Quickly tightening them down and adjusting how the digimon is sitting against the wall. With her hands above her head and ankles unable to move Gatomon fights to remain awake, seeming to make some progress as her head tilts up to stare at the woman silently, the fire of hate in her blurred eyes.

Tsking loudly Clarissa reaches out and slaps Gatomon across the face, "You are an insolent thing, but perhaps-" pulling out the device again and starting to mess with it in some way "Perhaps a different method will work better with you. You know, this is a far more dangerous style. It's been shown to give results, but it's a fine line." Biting her lower lip and looking over the device at the digimon before speaking again, "You are so strong willed though, maybe it will work better." The uncertainty in the womans voice causing a cold chill in Gatomons stomach.

"Do whatever you're going to do." Gatomon spits out in response, her words slurred from pain and exhaustion, "I won't break."

Pausing to look at the small digimon again for a moment before lowering the device in her hand the woman kneels down and begins to speak quietly, "I understand that you are strong willed. Everyone here knows how strong you are. You need to ask yourself if you want to walk away from this capable of rational thinking. What I am about to do to you has turned lesser digimons brains to mush. Burned out their ability to feel, and made them into husks. At least, it can when used for too long or too often. Do you think you would be happier as a willing pet, or a drooling brainless wreck to be taken out and paraded around to show all those digimon out there that none of them can escape our methods?"

Gatomon doesn't answer, the threat is meaningless to her. The pair just hold eye contact, hatred and disdain matching stroke for stroke. They hold their spots for a few moments before Clarissa stands, staring down at Gatomon and saying one final sentence as she activates the control device, "I warned you."

Tensing for pain, Gatomons brain races, how could it possibly be worse. Her eyes squint shut before as the button clicks. Prepared entirely for more thrashing, to pass out almost immediately and be done with this for now. What happens instead is a joyous warmth, growing from her center to radiate through her entire body. Eyes popping wide open with confusion she stares up at the human and begins to try to speak. As the first syllable escapes from her Clarissa turns a dial on the top of the device. The warmth grows into a heat, and Gatomon flushes and she begins to pant.

While the pain is still there it is being overshadowed entirely, every single one of her hairs feeling like velvet ecstasy. Her small nipples go pert under her fur and almost immediately as her legs try to clamp shut out of shame. The bands on her ankles forcing them to stay where they are. "What are you-" is all she can get out before the dial is turned higher. A feeling of lust and pleasure starting to invade her mind. Like liquid sunshine pouring into her brain, sexual heat, warmth, yearning. Desire. Every single thing touching her feels like heaven. Like rolling around in pure bliss. It fills every inch of her body and she goes limp, twitching slightly as her tongue lolls out of her mouth and she begins to drool. Saliva seeping out onto the small digimons chest.

Clarissa stands there, staring back and forth at the control devices screen and Gatomon. Reading nearly three quarters strength on the pleasure mode meter. Lesser digimon have become little more than pleasure seeking messes at a setting only slightly higher than this, even for very short amounts of time. Begging to do anything their new human master desires after only a few uses. Locking the control devices inputs in place so that she doesn't accidentally turn it higher she stares down at her charge. The creature on the floor is twitching, and drooling on itself. It's clear that the device is having a good effect on Gatomon. She was terrified that when the first put the collar onto Gatomon it would have no effect on her at all, superstition and nothing more it seems.

Mentally taking note of what's happening because of this setting on the Digimon Training Collar System, she wishes for not the first time there was some way to make it work for a human. The digimons legs twitch as the little Gatomons womanhood gushes slightly, a puddle of feminine juices soaking into the floor as her body begins to climax from even the smallest stimulus. Considering the situation Clarissa wryly ponders if it's just the air in the room causing it. This digimons willpower is beyond absolutely amazing. Lessers would have been uncontrolably orgasming repeatedly by this point, their bodies soaked in pleasure.

"This is going to be very difficult, I fear." Clarissa quietly says to herself, contemplating the situation and allowing the device to run its course multiple times over the next few minutes. "Very difficult indeed."

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Floating in a paradise of pure sugary joy and luscious bliss Gatomons consciousness slowly returns to her. Dreams of yesterday, of good days. Of sad things. Who is she again? It all takes time, but return it does. By the time she's regained her senses in full she's totally alone.

Sitting in the dark, tied to a wall and barely awake in a puddle of her own juices she wets her lips and growls a promise. There will be vengeance, there will be blood. She will kill this woman, and destroy these people. In the quiet of the room, with no one around, Gatomon begins to cry. At least in the cell she can hide her weakness.

The collar around her neck sends it all to the device. Every single word, and the report that Clarissa puts in shortly after seems promising. Very promising.