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Leomon, Savior or Slut?

Written by: TiranMaster

Written for: Xeralt

Something was wrong, I could tell as I noticed a group of digimon approaching all of them looking very concerned. It's not unusual for other digimon to come to me in times of concern, being such a large digimon I'm used to being looked up to and requested aid from. The sheer amount of digimon though is admittedly concerning, setting aside a piece of meat I'd been eating, nodding to them as they drew near. "Good morning." They seemed to be bolstered once I acknowledged them, one by one they took a seat in front of me, holding back a sigh as I glanced at the meat that was already cooling even as I glanced at it. Guess I'll have to either reheat it or go buy something else, but for the moment I turned my attention to them once more.

The one who hadn't sat down, a Palmon, stepped forward and looked to me with a pleading expression. "Leomon, something's wrong in the Flower District, many of our friends have recently been going missing!" She announced without much ceremony, before stepping back as another digimon stood up, a Bakomon who looked uncomfortable before me.

"It's the same with the haunted district, some of our protectors, they're vanishing!" His voice was raspy and a bit hollow, but just like Palmon's it carried a distinctly distressed tone. They continued this, one by one telling me the same gist, large and powerful digimon were going missing from all over the digital world. I determined around the sixth digimon that I'd heard enough and rose a paw, they all paused as I nodded.

"I understand, digimon are vanishing, how long has this been happening?" My question caused them all to huddle up and start discussing amongst themselves, I used this opportunity to grab my food and quickly gobble it down. The meat had cooled a bit, but I had enough time to down it in a few bites before the group told me.

"From the best that we can tell," Palmon started slowly, "around two months now." I frowned at this news, recently an influx of people had come in from the physical world looking to start businesses here in the digital world. It had been a rather undesirable turn of events, but for the most part everything had been fine. Three months ago though, I'd heard tales of some more unsavory sorts coming in, and admittedly this was one of my concerns. After all, we Digimon were often considered just beasts to be used by the physical world's inhabitants, it was part of the reason Tamers had become rather unpopular.

Tapping my chin, I glanced around at the crowd, noting all of their fearful expressions. "Very well, I will look into this. Is there any specific area any of you could point me towards? If not, it may take me a while to figure out any leads." Once more they scrambled about and exchanged information amongst themselves, allowing me to think further on the problem. The people of the physical world were notable for being money hungry, not only that, but hungry for a variety of unsuitable things for the inhabitants of our world.

I'd seen so many kinds of depraved actions that made me sick, but I tried to keep any such thoughts to myself for the moment. Hopefully this would all be some sort of simple battle arena that I could dismantle and free my fellow digimon, but it was too soon to say. "We aren't quite certain, but the last digimon that went missing was spotted in the ocean area, he was a Zudomon. We aren't certain what happened to him, but he was the protector for the beach. Ever since then, some unsavory digimon have been visiting the area," a Gomamon explained.

That seemed the best lead I was going to get for the moment, apparently the Zudomon had been taken just a couple of days before. With a quick promise to them that I would keep them updated on what was happening, I stood up and brushed the dirt from my pants. Hopefully this would all be a quick fix, but for the moment I steeled myself and set off towards the beaches to start collecting some leads.

***

When I arrived at the beach, I set to business quick, the first thing I had to do was take care of a few viruses who'd thought it was funny to pick on some of the smaller digimon. That was the easy part, with a few attacks I scared most of them off, and then I took to calming down all of the smaller digimon. They were in several stages of distress, some who were more concerned about their immediate safety, and others who upon seeing me started to ask me desperately to look for Zudomon. I couldn't help but feel bad for the small things, this wasn't an uncommon system in the digital world, larger digimon often took it upon themselves to protect smaller digimon in their area.

"Please, calm down, I'm here to start looking for Zudomon. Several other digimon have been going missing as well, I wanted to come and see if any of you have any information on what Zudomon was doing before he disappeared." This time instead of having a huddle though one of the smallest digimon approached me, I had to kneel down to be able to pick up his small voice, but he had a rather detailed account of what had happened.

"Zudomon was approached by some weird person, they didn't look like any digimon I've seen before. I think they were from the physical world, they had a lot of fur, kinda like you." I nodded in understanding, I'd see such inhabitants of the physical world as well, but I motioned for him to continue. "They were saying some weird stuff to Zudomon, trying to convince him to go with them. Zudomon wasn't that interested at first, but the person gave him something and then..." The digimon got distraught at the mention of this part, others in their group helped comfort him until he was able to continue. "Zudomon's eyes got all blank and when the person told Zudomon to follow him, he just followed! He wouldn't answer us when we called for him, he just walked off completely quiet!"

That... was concerning, I'm not certain what kind of object could just rob a digimon of their senses... unless it was something like the black gear epidemic of many years ago. Though that had turned digimon into wild and raving animals, not quiet and subservient... "Do you have any more specifics than that? It's important information, but it doesn't give me much of a direction." Thankfully, they did, it turned out that the person had left something behind when they'd left with Zudomon.

Following one of the rookie digimon, I found it, and almost scoffed with the absurdity of it all. A poster, this person had the gall to leave a poster up to their place of business for others to find. It claimed to be for "Gritz's Rubber Club, where the rowdy and randy gather for fun", the pictures on the poster were lewd enough that I felt extremely uncomfortable with it. Ripping the poster off of the wall, I found that it had an address on it. I was just glad that the digimon on the beach hadn't paid it too much attention as I would hate to see any of them trying to be heroes and marching off after this "Gritz".

"I'll have Zudomon back as soon as I can, in the meantime keep yourselves safe. See if there are any other champion type digimon who can keep others away, if they need payment here are a few credits." Taking some credits from my account, I transferred it to one of the more responsible looking digimon and then turned towards the forest once more. I had a direction and a location, now all I hope is that this situation isn't as bad as I think it might be. Someone with the capability to rob a digimon of their senses was someone to be feared, if I needed to, I may have to recruit stronger digimon to thrust this individual out of the digital world.

***

The area that I found myself in was a well-known area for people from the physical world, once it had been just another city in the bustling digital world. Following the gates to the physical world opening up, the digimon in this area had decided to move out to allow room for the humans to have some space to live, and so they'd torn down a lot of the infrastructure and made the area far more akin to their own homes. I'd not been in this city for quite a while, so I was a bit shocked to see how fast it had grown. There were stores everywhere overflowing with the humans, there were a few digimon throughout the crowded streets, either working for the stores or pursuing the area for goods.

I knew as I walked down the road that I stood out like a sore thumb, several of the inhabitants of the city gawked up at me, but I tried to act as inconspicuous as possible. Thankfully the individual who had taken the other digimon didn't do a great job of hiding himself, if he was hiding at all, his establishment was certainly the shiniest, garishly so. "Gritz and Glamour, a Rubber Experience" was plastered over the front of the building, immediately I saw several digimon walking back and forth in front of the building enticing the passersby with posters.

Drawing closer I saw that something was off about these digimon, they were smiling certainly, but the look in their eyes was... off, it carried a dark glint that set my nerves on edge. Not just that, but it looks as if they'd been altered, their bodies were far more sexualized, larger bulges in the front, ample rears in the back. These weren't the natural creatures of our world, they were sexualized constructs designed by a physical worlder. The biggest sign of ownership I saw though was the big gaudy golden G printed on their chest, it glimmered in the light, an open sign of ownership if I'd ever seen one. A few of the digimon standing outside matched the accounts I'd received so far, though there were too many digimon in our wide world for me to immediately say for certain if they were.

Calming myself, I knew that if I walked in and started thrusting accusations around I could be making a big mistake. So instead, I walked towards the building with a neutral expression, I intended on going in to gather information and then head out to plan out my attack. The first thing though was to see if I could find Zudomon, hopefully it hadn't been long enough for anything too bad to happen. A few of the digimon near the entrance gave me extremely open looks of interest, the sort that I normally only saw aroused humans give one another.

The doors to the building opened letting loose a wall of scents that attacked me, rubber, musk, plenty of alcoholic scents. The first step inside didn't alleviate the initial scents, I saw plenty of men walking about openly gawking at the plethora of digimon within, this was certainly the most digimon I'd seen yet since entering the city. The different digimon I saw working around one another were such a wide array that I was shocked some weren't being openly hostile to one another, instead they almost appeared positively kind to one another, overly so, stroking one another much to the joy of the humans who watched.

The first thing I noted was the massive size of all of the digimon, they were ripped, to the point that I almost felt a bit underwhelming by comparison. Light glinted off the muscular bodies of the digimon as they strutted about in rubber suits, most were black, but there were a few sporting different colors of the body hugging material. There wasn't a single digimon within not sporting one of the suits, save for me of course, I knew that I was getting attention by being there and not falling over myself for the human patrons. At first I seemed to be tolerated as the humans were plenty invested in the digimon who were only too happy to indulge their perverse activities, it gave me ample time to look around the building. Walking around the front lobby of the club, I quickly gathered that this Gritz primarily catered to a male clientele as all of the humans were male, and the digimon seemed to be as well.

"I'll take a ride on Weregarurumon, please," one lion said nearby, he was eying up the digimon lewdly while he took a turn dancing on stage. Like all the other digimon he was sporting a rubber suit, a blue one by the looks of it, and he was using it to its full advantage as he thrusted into the air showing off his massive package. The worker that took the money wasn't a digimon, instead he sported a tuxedo, this one likewise made of rubber. After receiving the money, the bear spoke into a device on his watch, mere moments later the Weregarurumon straightened up and flashed the crowd a smile before hopping off of the stage and strolling right over to the waiting lion.

Leaning in close, the wolven digimon smiled lewdly as he set one hand on the table and caressed his massive manhood with the other. "I heard that you were looking for a night of fun," he purred. The lion's obvious arousal told me all that I needed, so I quickly walked away before I saw too much more than I wanted. It was disturbing enough that these digimon were obviously being manipulated by the club, but being sold as sex slaves was extremely discouraging. My first goal was to find Zudomon, since he hadn't been here long perhaps I could worm him out. With any luck I would be able to get some more information out of him, then we could work on freeing the rest of the digimon.

Though the digimon unnerved me, I knew that I wouldn't get anywhere if I didn't at least try to get a word with one of them. Glancing about, I tried to gauge who would be the best digimon to speak with when I spotted him. Zudomon, he was wearing an outfit just like the rest of them, and though he didn't appear quite as massive as the rest of the slaves he appeared quite built. Unlike the rest he seemed a bit lost, not quite as concretely prepared to flounce about in front of the patrons. Approaching him, I managed to get him to come with me into a darker corner with a request. "Zudomon, are you alright?"

When I'd first grabbed him, Zudomon hadn't put up any resistance, but he had mumbled some questions that I hadn't caught. "I'm... fine," he said slowly. His voice was deep, and almost unconsciously he seemed to be almost posing for me. "I'm great, actually," he said with a growing smile. His glazed eyes focused on me and I grew wary as he turned around to show off his ample posterior. "So sorry, I spaced out there for a moment, I have to treat the clients well! Now, do you want to have some fun with me? I'm new, so the owner has been generous about allowing a free trial period with me!"

Stepping back, I feel almost nauseous at the sudden change, he'd been so out of it mere moments ago that I'd hoped he hadn't been influenced yet. "Zudomon, you... you were taken from your home just a few days ago! Don't you want to get out of this place? I mean, you've obviously been modified. Can't I convince you to leave?"

Zudomon's expression turned to confusion, almost affronted by the suggestion that he might leave. "Of course I left, I was given the great chance to work for Mister Gritz! He has made me into my best self, he's helping me get stronger too! Now, why don't we go into one of the back rooms and I can show you what it's like to be with a big strong digimon?" He gave me a lewd and open invitation, I declined as politely as I could before rushing off.

Now I was starting to notice active attention from some of the clients and staff alike, it looked like some of the workers were starting to call in on their devices to whoever was listening. I needed to get out of here soon, but not before I see what's going on behind the front facade. Finding a locked door marked "Employees Only", I managed to break it with a powerful twist of my fist. Stepping into the back, the sounds of the music and the scents of the rubber diminished a bit. Knowing time was limited, I had to make tracks, so I rushed through the back halls cataloging a variety of weight lifting equipment and a wide choice of lubricants stored throughout several cabinets.

What I wasn't expecting to find was another digimon back there, not already suited up and also putting up a fight. Stumbling across the room, I saw through a window an Ogremon in the process of being covered in black rubber, he seemed to be shouting as he was thrashing about in a vain attempt to shake off the rubber as it spread over his form. Seeing the Ogremon in obvious peril, I rushed forward and broke this door open as I had before, as the door opened I could suddenly hear his shouts as he struggled desperately with his attacker.

Noticing the door was open, Ogremon immediately jumped on the chance to escape, he rushed at me causing me to step back in shock. Ogremon managed to push right past me and start down the hallway, barely paying me any mind. I would've been more interested in making sure he was alright if I wasn't dealing with a new problem of my own, while he'd managed to escape, some of the latex had apparently jumped off of Ogremon and had latched onto me. Like the ogre digimon before, the latex immediately started to spread across my chest at a remarkable pace. Growling in shock, I started to struggle, swiping at it with my claw did nothing but spread some of the black material to my hand.

Stumbling backwards, I attempted to catch my breath and consider the best course of action for myself. It wasn't exactly easy as the rubber was spreading fast, any of my articles of clothing were overwritten by the grabby liquid. The bands on my arm vanishing to be replaced by the smooth black material, it only took moments for the pervasive stuff to harden on my muscles leaving behind the same firm stuff that the other digimon were wearing. "Damn!" Deciding that I wasn't going to be able to scrape it off with my own hands, I used the wall in a desperate move to remove the latex. Once again though it wasn't working, the rubber seemed to recognize what was living and what wasn't as it didn't even stick to the wall for a moment.

Somewhere down the hallway I heard a few voices, Ogremon's grunting down the hallway gave me the idea that he may not have gotten away himself. "This isn't good," I growled. For the moment I needed to ignore the rubber, aside from the uncomfortable tingling that it brought with it as it spread across my body it wasn't doing too much to me. I started down the hallway hoping to find a room to hide for the moment, perhaps once I got a moment alone I'd be able to strip off the strange suit. It took a few doors to find a proper room to hide in as several of them had viewing windows such as the room Ogremon had been in, but I soon found a supply room.

Opening the door, I slipped in and shut the door quietly, only too aware of how much of my body had been covered already. Hoping I was safe for the moment, I found a light switch and flicked it on revealing the interior of the room, and my own altered form. A small gasp escaped my mouth when I looked down. I'd known the rubber was altering me, but I'll admit that I wasn't expecting the full extent. My pants were gone, along with any other clothing I'd had on, instead my entire body was painted in the tight fitting black material.

A golden G sat upon my chest, the same that the other digimon wore, I growled as I attempted to rake my clawed hand over the symbol. Nothing happened, instead a long squeak rang out, my body shuddered when I did so as well. Suddenly touching my rubber covered body was... very pleasurable, my legs grew weak, my cock bounced. I blinked as I looked further down to see that between my large legs was indeed a large bulge, they'd altered me so much as to add the large manhood onto my body, I couldn't help but blush as I looked at the impressive piece.

Thoroughly ashamed that I'd been changed so, I glanced around the room to see if I could find some sort of garment to cover over the rubber. Once I got out of this place I would hopefully be able to find someone who would be capable of fixing these alterations, sadly the room was very barren of anything but basic supplies. My search was cut short though when the door opened to the room, I froze and turned around to see a well muscled wolf standing there with a smirk on his face. "I thought it was strange that Ogremon managed to get out of his room, but then I noticed the newest signal on my tablet. Welcome, Leomon, why don't you take a walk with me?"

"You, you did this!" I growled. Stepping forward I intended to take a swing at the mastermind, but Gritz just smirked before raising one of his hands. A glowing red and black ring sat upon his middle finger, I couldn't help but notice it before he snapped. There was a flash of red, and suddenly everything was going blank as my body grew slack and I...

***

I blinked, I was somewhere else, and Gritz wasn't in front of me anymore. I was in a different room as well, gone were the supplies, instead I was facing a reflective mirror in a fairly small room. Reaching up, I rubbed my head as I attempted to recall what had happened. I knew that one moment I had been talking with the wolf, and then with a snap of his fingers everything had gone blank. It had to be something about that ring, perhaps that had how he'd gotten Zudomon as well. Glancing about the room, I didn't immediately see anyone or anything else save for my own reflection.

The door to the room didn't move upon me touching it, neither did it have any sort of apparent door handle. I knocked on it a few times, even ramping up into a few punches, but the wood didn't budge an inch. I was considering throwing around a few serious attacks at the room and the mirror when I heard a voice. "Leomon, why don't you step back into the middle of the room? We have to start your training if we're going to get you out on the showroom floor anytime soon." The voice was confident, cocky, and most assuredly the voice of Gritz.

Baring my teeth, I looked around the room in an attempt to spot the device being used to spy on me, but there was nothing sticking out immediately as a viewing device. "Release me, I'm not interested in any of your games, wolf! This isn't your world, you can't manipulate us like we're your puppets!" My voice bounced off of the walls, ringing my ears a bit, but all I got in return was a deep chuckle.

"Leomon, this world was made to be a source of entertainment for anybody who had the opportunity to seize upon it. You digimon are so very malleable by your very nature, and I've found it a very lucrative business at that. Now, do as I say, and go back to the middle of the room." This time, something followed his words, I felt something sliding out of my rear. I staggered as the latex shifted, at some point since the suit had been put upon me, some of it had apparently entered me. More than that, I suddenly felt almost unbearably hollow as the rubber pulled itself out. "Do it, or else you'll find yourself increasingly punished, boy."

Though the feeling was uncomfortable and unusual I wasn't going to bend just over one threat, climbing back to my feet I started to lash out. The door was my first target, then the walls, and finally the mirror. Everything resisted my blows as I allowed my rage to build, swinging with as much strength as I had. "Such a shame, though I suppose I shouldn't have expected you to be an easy target. I've heard tell of you, Leomon, but even with your great history you're no match for me. Already I have broken several heroes such as yourselves, and just like them you'll break in time."

This time there was an electric shock that passed through the suit, my entire body spasmed, a rush of pain flooding my senses as I collapsed to one knee. The pain was constant, not so much that I was completely useless, but it was severe enough to make swinging impossible. "Go to the middle of the room, and the pain will stop." I tried to resist, I thought that I'd be able to grow used to the pain enough that I could power through it, but the currents changed in frequency. Different levels of shocks, increasing and decreasing at the perfect opportunities for me to be knocked off balance.

I lasted for ten minutes, that was how long it took for me to finally give up and retreat back to the middle of the room. Immediately the shock stopped, I let out a groan as I sat on the floor. The relief from the pain was heavenly, even so I knew this wouldn't last for long, Gritz had a plan that I wasn't aware of yet. Despite myself I let out a yelp when the rubber flooded into my rear again, my feet unconsciously curled when the hollowness was relieved with the ample supply of rubber. I'd never done something like this before, but though I denied it, the feeling was actually very gratifying.

Laying there on the ground, a mixture of emotions overcame me as I realized how much trouble I was in. Anger, embarrassment, shame... and a little bit of fear, all of them washing over me in quick succession before I forced myself to sit up once more. I couldn't allow myself to wallow in shame for too long, I had a job to do, and the first thing that job consisted of was escaping. Thoughts of the other digimon in the building raced through my mind, I needed to save them, they'd all been turned into sexual objects by this freak. "I'm glad that you were able to get up so soon, normally the others would've been out of it for a while. You're a stronger subject, Leomon, and as such I'm sure we're going to have plenty of fun together."

With as much hatred as I could, I focused all of my anger and rage at the mirror, only succeeding in giving myself a rather spectacular view of my own enraged features. What took the edge out of my glare though was that I could see my own fear and desperation hidden in my features, and if I could see it so easily I wondered if the mad man could too. "Do you not understand what you're doing to each and every digimon when you're turning them into your toys? You're robbing them of your minds and-"

"Yach yach yach, on and on, every time I face one of you do-gooders. I get it, you don't want this, you're fighting for the good of others and yourself." My words were cut off by the bored tones of the wolf, I stared at my reflection once more, only seeing a look of confusion and horror there as I started to realize this wolf's personality. "I understand very well by this point, but don't worry your little head. Once your training is done, you'll enjoy it, just like the others do. You'll beg to serve me in fact. Now, I have other things to do, enjoy your training, Leomon. I'll see you soon for some one on one action."

There was a snap as the audio feed was cut, I hadn't noticed it before, but there had been the constant slight static of a microphone before. With it gone, I was left in the room, in the silence. I groaned as I felt the rubber within me shift slightly, making me know that I was still trapped within the tight rubber. "Monster!" I snapped at the glass. If Gritz was still out there though, he didn't respond, instead a new voice came on over the intercom, deep and commanding.

"Stand at attention in the middle of the room, or else there will be consequences!" I was still laying in the middle of the floor so I stayed in that position, right up until I was zapped sharply once more. "Stand at attention in the middle of the room!" the voice boomed once more. Despite myself, I stood, managing to shakily get to my legs and stood glaring into the reflection. "Good."

"You aren't giving me any choice!" My voice cracked through the room, and immediately I regretted it as another zap of electricity passed over my body.

"There will be no back talk! You are to undergo your training, Leomon, I will be your instructor." If my "instructor" intended to introduce himself though, now wasn't that time as he brushed past such niceties. "There are two kinds of servants in Master Gritz' employ, tops who have their fun with the clientele, fulfilling all of their rear related pleasures. Then there are bottoms, this is the group that you will fall into, Leomon, you'll notice that your posterior has been expanded to fulfill this purpose."

Glancing over my shoulder, I could feel my face warming when I noticed that my butt had indeed become far larger. The light of the room was bouncing off of my now ample rear. "What purpose do they serve then?" I growled, forcing myself to look away as I was rather uncomfortable with the changes to my body.

There was a weird sensation as the rubber tugged out of my rear once more, my breath was stolen from me for a moment before it was replaced once more. "A bottom's job is to ride and pleasure the clients, you will find that your ass is far more sensitive than it ever was before. When you're not serving the clients, your ass will be filled at all times... unless you displease the master of course." Once more there was the sensation of the plug being pulled from my rear leaving it unbearably empty for a moment.

"Cut that out!" My face was now flushed with a mix of rage and embarrassment, I couldn't believe that I was allowing myself to be treated this way. Trying to center myself, I glared at my reflection in an attempt to get a grip of my emotions. It was the same reflection from earlier, but I was keenly aware of my crotch at that moment seeing the large bulge between my thighs bouncing slightly. Much to my horror, my body was enjoying the sensation of having my ass stuffed and pulled out of.

A chuckle rolled over the intercom as the rubber started to change once more, I could feel something forming at the entrance of my ass. "Now will be your first exercise, Leomon, you may be able to free yourself of the rubber in your ass now... if you're strong enough." Despite my own hesitation, I turned to see a handle between my butt cheeks. It was large enough that I would be able to grab it, but even so I found myself hesitating as I looked at it. This was some sort of trick obviously, I couldn't quite pin down what it would be, but I knew an obvious trick when I saw one.

Taking a hold of the handle, I immediately recognized how sensitive I'd become as the mere touch of it made my entire ass tingle with pleasure. "Shit..." I growled, but I wasn't about to let this freak beat me. So, with a pull, I started the process of removing this strange thing from my body. Immediately I recognized my mistake as the first of several balls was pulled out of my ass, the sensation made my entire body throb with pleasure. Letting out a gasp, my grip slipped and the handle slid out of my fingers. As if it had been waiting for that moment, the ball retreated right back into my ass, making me feel a wave of pleasure for the second time. "Fuck!"

My scream made the room ring as I fell to my knees, my crotch throbbing achingly hard with the sensation of my ass being pumped full of the huge rubber ball. "Very good, Leomon, I'm glad to see that you're enjoying your anal beads so much. That looked so deliciously pleasurable, though I see you can't get past one bead. What a shame, I had quite high hopes for you."

Gritting my teeth, I clambered to my feet, my legs shockingly weak after the excruciating pleasure that I'd been subjected to. Never before had I imagined that such an amazing feeling would be used to torture me, but I wouldn't be broken by such a novel thing. So, I persevered, and grabbing the handle once more I attempted to steady myself before I pulled one it once more. The pleasure hit me like a wall, I thought that going through it twice already would have prepared me, but it was like a hammer to my psyche. A whimper escaped my jaw as the first bead was ripped out, my hand slackening for a moment before I redoubled my grip. "You... won't win... you pervert," I snapped at the chuckling voice.

Widening my stance and gripping the handle harder, I pulled once again, and didn't even manage to get the second of the anal beads out. It was even larger somehow, and just it touching the interior of my ass made me blank out with pleasure for a moment. I found myself on the ground, my crotch rigid with pleasure, my ass throbbing with the amazing and painful feeling I'd gone through. "You can try and try again, Leomon, you're not strong enough to get that chain out of yourself. I'll leave for now, and we'll see if the morning if you could get it out. Don't think about trying to sleep, either, I have safeguards in the way to make sure you'll have none of that anytime soon."

The room's lights dimmed, and I found myself with nobody watching. There was a prerecorded message on loop though, mocking me, telling me I couldn't get the anal beads out, tempting me to try. Part of me wanted to give up, not out of defeat, but so that I wouldn't play Gritz' game. After thirty minutes or so of not touching the handle though, I involuntarily screamed as the beads started to vibrate in my ass, hard. It rocked my body with the sensation, it was so intense that I couldn't help but grab the handle. The moment my hand came in contact with it, the vibration stopped.

I thought that I might be able to get by with just grabbing the handle every few minutes, but the moment I let go it started up again much to my disgust. "You're a sick bastard," I snapped to the air before I started up once more. The pleasure and pain were so intermingled that I couldn't place what was what sometimes, but I continue to try and pull the anal beads out. The first one always rocked me, it didn't matter how many times I did it, I couldn't get used to the mind-blowing sensation of the anal bead leaving my ass with a loud pop.

Even the sound made me shiver, but not so much as the sensation of the first bead leaving my ass, the chain still connected deeper into my body. A furious blush ran across my face as I realized how great it really felt, my entire body was shivering with the pleasure of the sensation, it was an addictive feeling. That was part of why I didn't want to play this game, but now I knew that I would get no relief if I couldn't get it out. So I continued through the night, trying again and again, sometimes dropping the handle as I couldn't get over the second ball for quite some time. It was just too large, even slick as it was, the sensation of trying to pull it out made me curl up with overstimulation.

It took me a few hours before I pulled the second bead out for the first time, the moment it finally breached and pulled out, I screamed with relief... and passed out. I wasn't allowed the freedom of sleep for long at all though, what felt like moments later, the vibrating started once more and I was awoken. Everything hurt, the sensation was too much, I was aching constantly from arousal and the pain of pulling the anal beads out. So I continued, unable to sleep, unable to get release, and I continued to try and pull the handle out.

When the lights finally brightened up again, I was moaning as I pulled the second bead from my ass once more, my entire body shivering, my moans and grunts loud in my own ears. "Oh, poor kitty, you couldn't get it out. What a shame... you look like you had a good night though, look how deliciously shiny your rubber is. Have you given up yet?" Gritz' voice set me on edge, but I knew I'd been beaten by this, an entire night and I felt ready to blow at any moment.

"Yes..." I whispered, the word barely audible to myself.

"What was that, kitten?" Gritz asked, his voice dripping with sacrine concern.

"Yes, I give up," I snapped weakly, my eyes clenched tight even as I held the handle so that it wouldn't start vibrating again. Part of me, a dark part, whispered that it would feel great to let it vibrate... to let the vibrations start pounding my ass again. Hell, I wanted to pull the beads out again, not for release, but for the amazing sensation of releasing them and letting them slam into my anus once more. I was broken, part of me was at least, and it disgusted me greatly.

"Good, I think it's time for the second part of your training then. You can release the handle, I don't need that anymore." The delight in Gritz' voice had me repulsed, but I reflexively released the handle, and was thankful when it didn't start vibrating again. "Now, listen well, Leomon."

His voice cut off for the moment, and for a few seconds I was in silence as the handle vanished from behind me, the sensation of the beads fading out of my ass. Instead I was once again filled with a constant pressure inside of my anus, that constant companion that was growing so comfortable now. "Repeat after me," the voice said. It wasn't Gritz', it was monotone, yet somehow familiar. I couldn't help but wonder it was another digimon, one programmed by Gritz, but I didn't get much time to think on it before the voice continued. "I love my ass being full."

Rage made me tense up as I growled, shaking my head violently as I glared at the reflection of myself. "Fuck you! I won't say that!" Though I knew that I'd been torn down a bit, I wasn't about to start spouting off such drivel.

"Tsk tsk, Leomon, ever the fighter. Here's your punishment," Gritz' voice spoke, he almost sounded sorry... almost. As there was suddenly an aching emptiness in my ass, the rubber retracted, and for the first time for so long I was empty. It was welcome... for the briefest of moments, but as seconds ticked by I began to feel increasingly uncomfortable. The pleasure was gone, instead it was an emptiness that grew stronger by the moment. "Just say the line, Leomon, and you can have your friend back," Gritz said calmly, patiently, like someone would say to a disobedient pet.

Gritting my teeth, I tried to ignore it, it shouldn't be that hard, I'd gone for plenty of time without anything in my ass. After all, I was a proud protector of digimon, I wasn't going to be defeated by such an obvious tactic. Standing there though, looking at myself in the mirror, seeing the same rubber outfit the other digimon wore... I started to wonder how they felt. They all looked so happy, so pleasured, they were all filled i was sure... or at least the bottoms were. The lion in front of me didn't look happy, he looked to be in pain... how could I stop that? "I love my ass being full."

Shock ran through me as I saw the lion in the mirror say the words, like magic the rubber slammed in place, and I fell to my knees. A long and excruciating moan left me as I felt the familiar sensation of a rubber plug in place once more, right where it belonged, inside of me. "Was that so hard, Leomon?" Gritz asked, a layer of amusement in his voice. I felt disgusted with myself as I realized how weak I'd been, I'd given in, just once... but that once was one time too many.

"Bigger is better." The other digimon's voice was still monotone, but it somehow seemed happy. I wanted to resist, I planned to resist, but something in me was afraid of what would happen next. I didn't say anything at first, I kept my mouth shut as I climbed back to my feet. The reflection showed a defeated lion, one who looked uncomfortable, one who looked ashamed. It only took a couple of minutes before I was left empty once more, it was so sudden, yet so painful that I couldn't help but gasp at the feeling.

"You'll see the light soon enough," Gritz said, his voice sounding more bored now. "I'll be back, I have others to attend to. Resist as long as you'd like, Leomon, all you're doing is hurting yourself." Then there was silence, I was left with myself once more, and this time there was no handle to grab onto to stop my punishment. This time all I could do was repeat the mantra, and I refused... I wanted to refuse... I needed to refuse.

Starting at the reflection, I saw a lion who was empty, miserable, and covered in rubber. That wasn't the proud guardian of other digimon, he was... something else. "I don't want to..." I finally spoke, the reflection didn't respond, and my rear continued to feel far too empty.

"Bigger is better," the digimon's voice repeated, the same inflection, the same monotone. He was defeated, would I be defeated soon?

"Bigger... bigger is better," I finally said, my eyes closed and I let out another grunt of pleasure as the rubber landed back in place. My knees didn't buckle this time, though they wanted to, the sensation was so good. It was like nothing I'd felt before, and so the voice spoke his next line.

"To disobey is to be nothing, fear the emptiness." That one actually didn't seem too ridiculous, I completely understood the sentiment. The voice, though still monotone, did carry a hint of wariness with this line.

"To disobey is to be nothing, fear the emptiness." This time, I grunted as the rubber slammed deep into me, like a deep thrust, my eyes rolled back as I shuddered with pleasure. That felt great, shit... like nothing else to this point.

"I love my ass being full," the voice said, it was back to the first one. I wanted to resist, but I feared the consequences, so I repeated it. "Bigger is better." Once again, I repeated it. "To disobey is to be nothing, fear the emptiness." It was easier this time, to repeat, and with each repetition I felt it plow into me again. The pleasure was mind boggling, the words weren't too hard of a price to pay for me to feel it, and... I was scared of being empty again.

Time seemed to slip past as I repeated the phrases, looking at the lion in the mirror, I swore that with every repetition he looked happier. Something about that made me feel dirty... but also pleased, he was me... wasn't he? I continued to say the words over and over again, I didn't even notice when the voice stopped telling me to say them, I just... repeated them. With every line, I was rewarded, and I knew that I was doing good. My ass tingled with delight, such a sensation had been foreign to me once, now I was living for it.

Over and over again, the words soon felt right, I grew accustomed to the pleasure of being pounded into. Some part of me remembered a time when I was empty, that part grew more and more fearful of that emptiness, I hated being empty... I needed to be full. "Stop," a voice said. I found my mouth shutting instantly, I blinked a few times, the blank expression on the lion's face clearing. "I'm so very glad to see that you're following orders better now, Leomon," Gritz chuckled.

Though I hated the voice, I didn't want to say anything back, what if the bear made me empty again? Just that thought alone made me shudder with horror as I realized what he was doing to me, but I couldn't fight the feeling. The words still ran through my head, being empty was awful, I needed to be obedient. "You'll see that your room has changed, Leomon, please observe." Looking around, I realized that it had changed at some point while I'd been repeating the lines.

Some part of me should've been more scared by how distracted I'd become, normally I was far more observant, but I didn't have time to think it over too much. "What is it all for?" I ventured to ask when Gritz didn't immediately say anything, I could see that it was all a lot of exercise equipment. Heavy dumbbells, hand weights, a crunch machine, a variety of machines I didn't immediately recognize.

"Don't talk without being talked to first!" Immediately I doubled over as I felt empty for the first time in a long time, I gasped in pain and fear, I didn't like being empty! Gritz had wanted this, that's why he hadn't spoken, he'd waited for me to break his rule and become empty again. I whimpered as I nodded several times in agreement, no talking without being spoken to first, I don't want to be empty anymore. "Good," Gritz said, his tone suddenly cheerful.

Standing at attention once more, Gritz continued on as if nothing had happened. "We'll have a new set of lines for you to repeat, but you shall do so while exercising. It's time to get in shape, you're going to look splendid when you're finished. Don't you think?" He waited for me to answer, part of me was worried about answering, but I knew if I didn't answer he might punish me.

"I... I think I look fine," I answered honestly. Once more I regretted my words as I was emptied out, the sensation every time worse than the last.

"Wrong!" Gritz snapped, he left me empty for several minutes as punishment. By the time I was finally filled up once more, I was kneeling on the ground shaking with the need to be filled once more. Once the plug was back in place, I was back on my feet, waiting for what to be told. I don't want to be empty ever again, that's what runs through my head as I wait for him, I need to be obedient. "Good boy, now, start with those hand weights."

"I love working my body," the digimon spoke, his voice layered with the pleasure of obeying. I wanted that, so I walked over to the hand weights and started to curl my bicep with them.

"I love working my body," I repeated. This time the pleasure was twofold, first there was the familiar and delightful sensation of rubber pounding my anus. The second was a jolt of pleasure as I curled the weight in my arm, a positive reinforcement of the act of working out. I didn't know if Gritz was doing this, or if it was part of the suit, but it did feel exceptionally good.

"I need a bigger body, a stronger body." I grabbed another hand weight this time, curling with my other arm, grunting in delight as another jolt of pleasure passed up my other arm.

"I need a bigger body, a stronger body." The words had me rock hard in moments as the pleasure zoomed through me, I'd never felt this good before, every time Gritz gave me a new pleasure it was heightened from the last. Though I knew I should hate him, the fact that he was filling me with more and more pleasure made that harder by the moment.

"I want to be wanted, I need to make myself be wanted." A mental image flashed in my head, of those buff digimon out on the floor, all of them ripped and covered in rubber. That was what Gritz wanted, I realized that if this continued, that's what I would want to look like soon. Of course, I couldn't disagree at this point, disagreeing would lead me to be empty.

"I want to be wanted, I need to make myself be wanted." It was another set of three, like the last ones, and I got into the rhythm once more. This time it was easier, scarily so, to turn my mind off and repeat the delicious words. I wasn't always looking at my reflection now, instead focused on the variety of workout machinery that had been given to me. When I did take moments to look at the reflection though, I recognized the lion in the mirror less and less, he was growing larger, far too fast in fact.

Whatever Gritz had done to my programming with this rubber, the workout equipment was having an enhanced effect on my body. I found myself thinking less about that though, and more so on making sure I was doing as I was told. It was becoming increasingly important that I followed instructions exactly: that way I could keep filling myself up, that I could feel the pleasure, that I could thrive on ecstasy. "I love working my body." I did, it feels so good, every single pump of my body, every situp, every push up was so fun and enjoyable.

"I need a bigger body, a stronger body." I was achieving that, every time I saw myself in the mirror, I was growing larger, absurdly so if I was being honest to myself. That didn't seem to matter though, my thoughts were coming slower now, less recognizably mine, more so repeats of what Gritz wanted me to be. "I want to be wanted, I need to make myself be wanted." I craved it, so hard, I want them to look at me like I was an attractive piece of meat, that way I could continue to be filled, to make Gritz proud.

Once more I lost track of time, the lights dimmed down at one point, so I must have been going all night. Not once did I feel tired though, I was working out, and feeling too good to need any sleep. Constant jolts of pleasure were pumping through me, from my ass, from my arms, from my enormous pecs. By the time the lights came back on, I was enormous, and my body was a machine of muscle. I bounced to my feet when the lights turned back on, I continued to repeat my mantras, I looked at my reflective copy and smiled as I saw the enormous sexy beast that I'd been transformed into. "My oh my, already waiting for me I see," Gritz said, a purr of pleasure making me shiver with delight.

"Bigger is better," I said, my voice deep, rumbling from deep inside of the massive chest I now had. My muscles were huge, apparently my bulge had grown as well from working out, but not so near as much as my ass. Gritz had me turn around, and I could see in the reflection that I had a huge stacked pair of asscheeks. They looked perfect for slapping, Gritz said as much, and I couldn't help but vibrate with pleasure at the idea. A lot of my thoughts felt very empty now, I couldn't quite remember why I'd come here in the first place... to avoid being empty of course, to be obedient, to be bigger and better.

"I think it's time for you to partner up with another one of my new servants," Gritz said. A door formed on the wall, I saw it in the reflection, but I didn't look over to see who was on the other side. I was focused on obeying, Gritz hadn't said to look, so I waited as I continued to repeat my mantra. I heard another voice now though, repeating a similar mantra, in fact... it was the same mantra.

"Bigger is better. I want to be wanted, I need to make myself wanted. I love working out." The voice vaguely sounded familiar, and as the figure stepped into the room I saw him in the reflection. Ogremon, he was enormous, possibly bigger than I was, his body was stacked with muscle. Between his legs though was an enormous bulge, it throbbed every few seconds, a sign of how absolutely horny he must be. He stepped beside me and turned to face the reflection, our words falling in sync with one another, repeating the mantras to Gritz' satisfaction.

"Stop," Gritz said, and they both did so immediately. I recognized the same look of fear that briefly flashed over Ogremon's face, he was just as afraid of disobeying as I was. Some part of me realized that he wasn't completely gone... and that I wasn't either if I was still able to have some of these thoughts. It was harder to think for myself, it was easier to chant the mantra and obey... but if I wanted to escape still... "You two shall help train one another now, it's time for you to see how truly sexy you are. Face one another."

We did so, stepping back when instructed to look one another over, and I could see the impressive amount of work Ogremon had put in. His body was ripped, it was extremely built as mine must've been, all covered in the same form fitting rubber. His eyes seemed a bit glazed, though they seemed to recognize me, an expression of regret and pity passed over them briefly. He must have realized that he had put me into this mess, but at this point neither of us had much of a say as Gritz continued on. "Start the programming," Gritz spoke.

"Men are sexy," the voice spoke.

"Men are sexy," we both repeated, it was instantaneous, almost a race to get the words out of our mouths. Ogremon and I looked at each other, our eyes tracing over one another's bodies, the rubber pulsing in my rear helping to push the idea. From the way that Ogremon's bulge pulsed, he must have had the same thing happen... or maybe his cock was being stroked? I was a bit curious as to how a top's programming went, but I didn't have much time before the next prompt came up.

"I love having sex with other men."

"I love having sex with other men," we spoke. It felt so good, I couldn't help but pant the words this time as my ass was pounded. Part of me wondered if Gritz was enjoying the show, putting us through this programming, watching as we succumbed to his wicked game.

"Women turn me off."

"Women turn me off," we both said, and the zip of pleasure was intense. We continued the back and forth, allowing ourselves to fall into the rhythm, our deep voices ringing in the room. The voice from the speaker drowned out rather fast as we spoke the words back and forth, both in sync, our eyes locked on one another. I found myself admiring the large pecs Ogremon had, his huge thighs, his ripped abs, and that giant bulge. I found myself fantasizing about the idea of having that cock in my ass instead of the rubber, being pounded by his manhood.

Whatever Ogremon was thinking seemed to go in the same direction as the room was filled with the spicy scent of arousal, my mouth watered despite myself, arousal throbbing through my body. Sometimes I considered walking over and stroking his body, to admire the rubber clad male form, but I didn't want to be punished for not doing as I was told. Both of our voices took on a somewhat sultry tone as we repeated the phrases, feeling our arousals being kindled by the idea of men, and the thought of women touching us was turned into a turn off.

It went on and on for a while, the constant repeating, my mind was absorbing each word like a sponge, my hole throbbing with each repetition. Ogremon's words blending into mine, our words monotone, our thoughts submerged under the desires being thrust upon us. In-between the words, sometimes I felt something trying to break free, some free thought, some form of rebellion. Each time though, it was pushed deeper and deeper down, Gritz's words more important, the pleasure being thrust upon me was the only true thing.

"Boys, stand in the middle of the room, and stand at attention." The command came suddenly, without a thought we compiled with the command, walking towards the middle of the room and pulling our hands behind our backs. It didn't even occur to me to deny the request, the thought of disobeying was painful, I thought about those shocks, about the sheer emptiness awaiting me if I didn't obey. Ogremon let out the slightest moan, as if he were thinking about the same thing, the reward for compliance far outweighed the other possibility. We stood there, eager for more commands, for the rewards we would receive.

"Good," Gritz sounded satisfied, I groaned deep in my chest as I pictured him looking at us proudly. His newest pet project, more workers who would obey him blindly, I bit my lip slightly as my bulge throbbed with pleasure. Of course, that was nothing compared to the idea of the bear plowing me, showing me how big his cock was. "Now boys, it's time for you both to service your first customers. You know, after all, that the customer is always right." His voice carried a sarcastic edge, not that I cared, my ass was ready and I couldn't help but be excited for someone to fill me up.

The door slid open, for a moment the entrance hung open, as if baiting either of us to walk out. Neither of us moved from our spots, watching eagerly, both of us ready to obey. Moments later, two customers walked in, one an excited looking lithe looking mouse, the other a muscled horse who strode in calmly. They both looked wealthy, and from the eager expressions on their faces they were both very ready for some fun. I found my mouth growing dry as I stared at the horse, his bulge obvious, his cock would likely be huge. "The customer is always right," the training voice spoke over the intercom.

"The customer is always right," we both spoke, instincts kicking in. The customers both smirked, the door closing behind them as they both started to strip off. The mouse was hastily pulling his clothing off, staring at Ogremon's rubber wrapped shaft, his tongue sliding across his lips hungrily. The way his cock was pulsing with excitement made it clear that Ogremon was just as ready, but he didn't break position.

The horse on the other hand was far more teasing, slowly pulling off a nice business jacket, unbuttoning each fastener with deliberate slowness. "The customer's enjoyment is paramount." I had to gulp back my excitement as the horse's drawers dropped revealing that he was wearing a jockstrap, one that barely contained the monster underneath.

"The customer's enjoyment is paramount," we both breathed, our words in perfect unison, bringing both of the customers obvious satisfaction. I'd never been so excited in my life, even now I felt the rubber withdrawing from my ass, emptying so that it would allow the customer plenty of room. The horse walked up slowly, drawing his finger down my rubber suit, the sensation causing me to shudder.

"You're quite the looker," the horse purred, his eyes tracing my massive muscles, a grin playing on his lips. Off to the side the mouse was saying something, but I had no time for him, the horse was MY customer.

"We are nothing but props for the customer to use, our bodies are high class tools." I found myself becoming less and less attached to my body as if it were mine, instead, it was something for the customers to enjoy. My satisfaction came from their use of my flesh, and so I stayed still as the horse walked around me, his jockstrap soon sliding to the floor with a lazy kick. He set one of his hands on my ample ass, feeling the muscles there, the roundness.

I spoke the words, but I heard the horse's words even as I spouted the rhetoric. "Bend over," the horse said. I complied, my bulge painfully tight, but my mind set on obeying the customer's every whim. My ass was moist and ready, pre-lubricated for the customers' satisfaction. "Very nice," he complimented. I felt my entire body vibrating with pleasure, such praise from such a handsome beast.

"When a customer is near, my only wish is for them to use me." The words were so true, I said them, Ogremon said them, and we both obeyed the customers' every wish. I felt everything beyond this room fading into oblivion, good riddance, nothing before this moment mattered any longer. The horse's cock danced at the edge of my hole, so tantalizing, so very large, the phallus tickling me. I wanted to push back into it, allow it to fill the emptiness, but I did nothing without being told.

"Beg." I did. "Whimper." I obeyed. "Tell me off." Hesitation, I didn't want to make the customer feel bad, but a quick shock brought me back into line. I called the customer terrible names, and it brought me pleasure to serve the customers' wishes. Then he started to fuck me, the sound of the rubber squeaking against his cock made my eyes roll back in pleasure, my toes curling. "Tighter!" I clenched up on his shaft, moaning, unable to stop my lips from letting loose the sound.

Everything was pleasure, to obey was mind blowing, I knew that anything left of Leomon was vanishing. I didn't really care, not as long as I could continue to obey, continue to be useful. Time was ethereal as I was fucked, he commanded me to get into several positions. I was pressed against the glass, my face tight against it, wondering if anyone was beyond to see me getting plowed. I laid on the ground as he pushed into me again and again, his moans overpowering my own, and yet he didn't cum yet. On and on, until finally he came, the sound making the room echo with the power of his climax. Moments later he pulled out, panting, his legs shaking as I awaited his next command.

"Return to your positions," Gritz commanded. I slowly climbed to my feet, my legs feeling numb, my ass a mess of sensation and dripping with cum. The horse was collecting his clothes, his expression pure satisfaction, my heart jumping at that look. We passed one another, but I didn't say anything as I returned to my place. Ogremon's cock was dripping a pool of cum, the mouse looked a mess, but I didn't comment. I merely took my place, my hands folded behind my back once more, both of us waiting. The customers left, and shortly after HE walked in, the bear's expression was one of complete joy.

Gritz walked around us, admiring all of the work, running a finger through my still wet asscrack, groping Ogremon's massive cock. He walked in front of us, pulling his own clothes off, dropping them to the floor to reveal his marvelous nude bodies. "This is your final test," he said, turning to face us and smiling wickedly. It was an evil expression, and yet I absolutely adored him, for turning me into a rubber bound slave, I would thank him a hundred times over. He commanded us to service him, and so once more I bent over and allowed the bear to fuck me.

We were a train of fucking, Ogremon plowing the bear, while Gritz was railing me just as hard. I let out several groans as his massive cock filled me up, he wasn't quite as long as the horse had been, but he was extremely girthy. "This man is our Master." The voice spoke overhead.

"This man is our Master," we spoke loudly, in between the grunts and groans, the air was thick with the smell of musk.

"We will always obey the Master." Nothing was truer than that, I felt it to my core, knew that such was being downloaded into my very programming.

"We will always obey the Master," we said, the words felt sweet, and from how Gritz' cock throbbed, he absolutely loved the sound of that.

"The Master's sex is the peak of sex, the customers don't feel nearly as great." It was so true, I felt tears dripping down my muzzle as he was fucking me, he was so much better.

"The Master's sex is the peak of sex, the customers don't feel nearly as great." Gritz growled in agreement, pressing especially hard into me, my roar of delight making my ears ring. Nobody would ever be as good, I knew that, and I purred with happiness at the fact.

"We are the Master's proud property." We were, we are, we always will be. With our last repetition, Gritz came, and we both grinned with delight as we did likewise. The orgasm was mind blowing, and I forgot whoever came before.

***

Two Months Later:

The club was blasting music, not that it bothered me, I was used to working the circuit. I was on duty, Ogremon as well, we passed one another with placid smiles. We briefly touched one another, enjoying the rubber sensation of one another's bodies, before moving on. We had customers to serve, they were all delighted to see us in our beautiful gear, I grinned proudly as I posed for a picture. The world was loud, bright, and full of the smells of sex. I found myself eager for my next lay, I'd already been taken into the backroom three times today, but I wouldn't mind another lay.

"Leomon!" A voice, I felt a hand pull me around, it was another digimon... one not wearing a rubber outfit. "I found you! Oh thank goodness... I think I can help you break that bear's programming. I've been working on a virus that will target Gritz's corruption." A Chrrubimon, he had a large body, one that would look wonderful once covered in rubber... What had he been saying about breaking Master's programming? "Just stand still, and I can start the process."

My hand lashed out, and hit Cherubimon in the face, knocking him down in mere moments, my massive muscles making the hit extremely effective. Customers looked on in shock, glancing over even as other slaves came about to cover up the situation. Gritz was there in moments, his face pulling into a sneer as he came near. "What's happening here, Leomon?"

"This digimon was talking about curing your programming, Master," I said, feeling my programming warm me to the core. Master loved it when we stopped interlopers, especially when he thought they were attractive.

"Fantastic work. Why don't you take him into the back? I'll start on his programming as soon as the day's events are done," the bear said, then he turned to face the customers. "No need to worry, everyone, someone was just trying to stop the fun. Please, enjoy a free drink on the house!" There was a cheer as all of the customers started to order themselves drinks, meanwhile I picked up the digimon with ease.

"Please... Leomon, fight," the digimon groaned, barely conscious after the powerful attack.

"Do not worry," I said, smiling happily as we started towards the holding rooms. "You will see how wonderful it is soon enough, you will make for a wonderful slave, just like me."