Yesf.. all oph ih..." Myotismon said as he closed his eyes and swallowed, his face contorting at the bitterness that now flowed down his throat. "Are you satisfied now?" Myotismon sneered. What he got in response was wild, barking laughter that rang at the back of his ears like an echo.
"Oh, so naieve, Myotismon... We're just getting started... Time for our second lesson: Failure hurts." With that, Piedmon snapped the dual belt buckles on Myotismon's back, and slowly slid the torn midnight blue pants down his bruised, bloodied legs. 'Well.. he's already hard- he'll want this just as bad now..." Piedmon thought with a grin.
"You're not going to do what I THINK you're going to do..." Myotismon thought as his eyes widened. As if in response, he was flipped onto his sore stomach, feeling Piedmon's shallow breathing on the back of his neck.
"It's the only way to teach cowards like you... after all-- you DO need discipline for your actions, right?"
"Yes.. Lord Piedmon..." Myotismon murmured, a cold, fearful sweat starting to drip from his paled face. He herd a low chuckle as Piedmon reached over on the side of the bed and pulled out a small tube of something... 'Just my luck... an aphrodisiac to get him hard again...' Mytoismon thought in disgust, thinking on how this would've never happened if the Crest of Love hadn't glowed... But there was no time to think... no time to look... No time to do anything but...
"GAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" He let out the loudest scream of pain he ever emitted in his life as Piedmon rammed himself in, muttering some inaudible things in the process. Pressure.. and the size of what was being pushed inside him seemed to force long streams of tears down his face... 'No!! I can't cry! Crying is for the weak!! So.. why the hell am I crying?!? I'm sure I've felt pain worse than this!!' he thought in the smeared recesses of his mind, his eyes nearly blinded by pure pain. 'Yet...' more words formed in his mind. 'All of this seems strangely....erotic in some way... NO!! This isn't pleasure!! It's rape!! I know it is!! But I still feel pleasure... whether my mind wants to or not...'
"You certainly not one to keep quiet in these sort of matters, are you?" Piedmon remarked in between puffs for air, grasping at Myotismon's sides for balance as he continued slamming in him. "Oh, I forget- you're the one recieving this. How can there be SUCH a typo in this script?" He grinned maliciously as the painful screams of Myotismon echoed in his ears, the sheer thought of reducing him to tears bringing more loud chortles from his throat. "Oh, I am having SO much fun! And you should too, if you weren't such a wet blanket!"
"St...t...op..p.. stop it.... p...p..pleassse...."
"What? Oh, I didn't hear you. Such is the toils of war!" he cackled as he rammed again, causing Myotismon to scream so loud, a mirror shattered in the other room. He screamed until his voice was hoarse and sore, and bearly made out Piedmon's familiar cackle as not only unconsciousness hit him, but also that bitter, stinging seed....
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'Torture... the worst torture in the universe... pride shattered, powerless to do anything... just a pawn in his game... why?? Where can I find myself again? Where can I find the power to be who I REALLY am?'
"You're awake, sir. I was worried you wouldn't come out of that..."
His eyes slowly blinked as he glanced around- it was his castle... everything looked familiar again... and she was there, dabbing a cold washrag on his head, her sparkling blue eyes staring at him, full of genuine concern and life...
"Artisan..." he murmured as he tried to stay awake. "Kabukimon..."
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