Datadump
Story by wrenquire on SoFurry
Yooooo, it's like crazy I've not written any smut involving renamon before, so in January I drafted up this quick little thing to get it out of my system.
Summary: Impmon has captured Renamon and doesn't plan to release her until he's made her his.
Renamon woke to the smell of soil and gardening tools. She found herself bound and gagged, arms tied together behind her back. Her legs bound at the ankles kept her trapped. And sitting in front of her, jerking himself off, was Impmon.
“Oh, you awake, toots? Took you long enough—almost got started early.”
Renamon, furious, tried to yell a curse at Impmon, but the gag of rags tied in her mouth muffled any sound she might make.
“No one’s gonna come looking for you—not before I’m done ruining you anyways,” Impmom said as he grabbed a syringe off a shelf. His hard cock, looking obscenely large on his small body, dripped on the dusty wooden floor in front of her as he waved the syringe in her face. It was filled with a pink liquid. Impmon said, “This little number’s gonna make you a lot more fun to deal with. It’s a virus.” Without warning he jabbed the needle into her shoulder and depressed the plunger. She grunted as he ripped the empty syringe free and tossed it in the back of the shed. “See, now you just need an injection of some nice, big…” Impmon hefted his cock in front of her face. Its meaty, musky scent prickling in her nostrils, “data, and then you’ll be all mine, toots.”
No. Nononono. Renamon bucked in her bindings, tossing and turning on the floor, trying her best to break free. Impmon frowned and tilted his head. “Always a fight with you, huh?”
From the same shelf he grabbed the syringe was a taser which Impmon pressed into her ribs. She convulsed as the volts cascaded through her body, muscles cramping, feeling stabbed by electricity. Impmon pulled the taser away and said, “You make it easy on us both, toots, just roll over, eh?”
She glared at him, tears blurring her vision.
Impmon’s nostrils twitched, and he sniffed the air. “Oh shit…” he reached down between her legs and Renamon recoiled as he rubbed her snatch. “You’re wet right now aren’t you, bitch? I always knew you were a freak but this,” Impmon pushed the taser into her gut and she screamed as more electricity coursed through her core. Her pussy throbbing and clenching tight, gushing fresh nectar only for Impmon to remove the taser again, wipe up the fluids leaking from her, and lick them off his gloved fingers. He grinned and said, “Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.”
Now this humiliation on top of everything. It’s not like she got off on it, but when that electricity made all her muscles clench up some fluid just happened to be squeezed out and—
She recoiled as Impmon kicked her. “Roll over already, bitch, and hike that tail.”
Crying still, Renamon stayed stubbornly on her side.
“Okay, bitch, I see, you just want this.” He held up the taser again, flashing a spark of electricity before he pressed it to her chest. She flinched, but Impmon did not depress the trigger. “No, not here, how about…” the taser slid down her fluffy front, past her navel, her iliac crest, to right above her pussy. “Here.”
Another lance of electricity shot straight through her pussy, electrified her clit and g-spot and made Renamon convulse. She groaned in pain as she lost control of her bladder and squirted across the floor of the shed. Impmon laughing pulled the taser away, “That what you want, toots? This good for ya?” He shocked her again, in the same place. Another rush of pain and pleasure poured through her insides, and Impmon noticed how her clit now stood up on end. Renamon whimpered when he grabbed it with finger and thumb, jerking off the little nub slowly. She squirmed and tried to pull her hips away, but her struggling only increased the sensation. Little shocks of pleasure pulsing through her until Impmon twisted her clit hard and a sharp stab lanced through that bundle of nerves. She moaned in her gag as he toyed with her.
Impmon dropped the taser and, while still toying with her clit, shoved his now freed hand’s fingers inside her dripping wet snatch. Renamon bucked her hips reflexively before trying to curl into a ball, to get away. But she was helpless to Impmon’s hands. The four fingers inside her slid deeper, thumb sliding inside her abused cunny before Impmon made a fist inside her. He punched his arm up, smashing against her cervix and making Renamon scream. Her cervical floor clenched hard, inner walls crushing Impmon’s hand as she came again. Her humiliation at cumming so quickly, so hard, worsened by Impmon laughing at her.
“That’s it, slut bitch. Cum for your new master.”
She did. While he twisted and stroked her clit and continued pumping his fist inside her, keeping her squirting over his arm and her thighs as he churned up her insides with all this unwanted pleasure. It overwhelmed and exhausted her so much that by the time Impmon pulled his fist free she was a quivering mess. Impmon needed to only set a boot on her shoulder to shove her onto her front.
Renamon couldn’t move. Between the tasing and orgasm, her muscles were too exhausted to put up a fight. She couldn’t so much as try to keep her tail over her rump. Impmon tossed it aside and spread her fluffy yellow cheeks, her fur down there soaked in her cum. She felt something hot and heavy slap down on her crack, grinding into it before he ground a bit lower. The ruby red glans of his violet cock rubbed against her ruined cunt. Renamon knew if she let him fuck her it would be the end of the life she so carefully built for herself. She knew she should fight back, but her muscles remained leaden. All except for her traitorous pussy, which winked up at Impmon, beckoning him to penetrate her.
He did with a long sigh, his dick sinking deep into her as he said, “Oh yeah, that’s the stuff. Been craving nice, wet fox pussy for a while.” He set his hands on the small of her back as he bottomed out inside her, his too-big rod rubbing against her cervix, his heavy balls resting against her rump.
He began fucking her, hard and fast. Impmon uncaring of how roughly he fucked her into the dingy hardwood floor. Renamon could hardly care either, eyes rolling back in her head as Impmon angled that drilling dick downward so every slam of his hips punched his fat cockhead right against her g-spot. Her tail twitched and shuddered. She moaned freely in her gag as every thrust strangled her with more pleasure. Suffocating her mind in waves of aching ecstasy, her cunny clenching down within a minute of being fucked as she came again.
He laughed and said, “Maybe I didn’t need the virus, you masochistic slut,” Impmon said before spanking her as hard as he could. Smack! Slap! Thwap! One after another while she gushed all over his cock and balls. Her body betrayed her in so many different ways she no longer felt in control of it. She was just a witness to the ambrosia of endorphins and dopamine flushing through her system on each painful spank, on each forceful thrust. His cock a key opening her up like a muffled music box as she sang into her gag. Moaning and groaning as he rutted her hard as he could.
“Fucking slut bitch,” Impmon said as he panted, still working his hips quick as he could. Stirring her insides into a wet mess. Her snug walls clenching tightly to his cock every time it pulled out, as if desperate to keep that full feeling inside her. But he continued fucking her, his balls plap plap plapping wetly against her rump. “Fox pussy is too good for anyone but me,” Impmon said. “From now on, you belong to me, cunt.”
No she didn’t. She was her own. Her own digimon! It terrified her how good it felt now. How easily her body gave into him. How her pussy practically opened itself up and begged for him. How she couldn’t stop clamping down, convulsing, cumming over and over again. Why did getting raped make her so hot? Impmon was right, she was a masochistic slut—no she couldn’t think like that. She couldn’t give in, she couldn’t—
“Fucking take my cum, bitch. You’re, hah, going to be all mine. M-my bitch—nnng ah!” Renamon felt him hilt her. Felt his balls tense up. Knew now might be her last chance to leave, to get away. If she just had the strength in her legs to kick her way to her feet…
Impmon’s cock twitched inside her, and Renamon’s muffled “No…” fell on deaf ears as that seed traveled down the barrel of his shaft and erupted inside her. Thick, dark grey, corruptive strings of semen flooded her pussy. Those glans snug against her cervix, his urethra firing directly against it. She felt heat flood her egg chamber, and as his thick ropey strings of cum filled her womb, her whole body flushed with a tingling sensation. She felt a stinging in the back of her head. Her mind flooded with thoughts of Impmon: how dashing he was with his smug little smirk, his strong sense of independence and leadership, how much of a hung stud the little man was. The proof was in the pleasure, as Renamon’s whole body juddered and convulsed like she’d been tased again, but this time her squirting pussy’s walls clenched, milked, massaged the cock corrupting her, ruining her, enslaving her.
Liberating her from all those pesky thoughts and concerns. She was Impmon’s pet, of course. She lived to serve him, to be his pet slut.
Impmon pulled out and went to her gag, ripping it free before asking, “What are you?”
Renamon coughed out the rags then smiled up at her new master and said, “I’m Master Impmon’s pet, of course.”
“Of course you are, toots. What do you want?”
“To clean Master’s cock with my mouth.”
“Good slut, open up.”
She did, happily, as her Master’s meat muscled its way into her maw. She suckled and moaned as she tasted the cocktail of their sex coating his cock. He grabbed her ears and began roughly fucking her face. Dick drilled deep into her throat, making her gag between moaning rakishly. Impmon didn’t care about her struggling, and neither did Renamon. All that mattered to her was pleasing her new Master. And all that mattered to Impmon was training his new datadump.