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Bargain	By : RyuaAlba Category: Digimon > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3274 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, or any of the characters or existing Digimon mentioned in the story. I make no money from this fanfiction. The Emperor is assumed to be about 18.

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Lia wasn't a virgin by any stretch of the imagination. Unlike most Digidestined, she and Chris had been chosen as late teenagers, because of the responsibility of caring for such a large server, and they'd been at it for four years. She'd graduated high school last year, was working for the Parks directing traffic through the Gates, and had experimented with what she'd thought were some pretty intense, risqué partners and practices with the transient nature of the job.
She was certainly being put through the paces now.
She'd decided to be as enthusiastic as possible, enjoy what she could. Consequently, he was surprised at her early willingness to get down on her knees to pleasure him. And while the sex afterwards had been rough, it was certainly nothing close to the worst she'd been through. Both times, he'd stopped before his own climax, which meant he was still fully hard, while she was starting to feel drained. She hadn't had the option to slow down and rest, after all.
For the moment, Lia slumped to the floor, just breathing deeply and relaxing for however few seconds she could before he moved onto the next phase of trying to wear her down. She yelped at a rough intrusion, and turned to look over her shoulder. "Come on, no lube?" she snapped.
"I told you to call me Master," he snarled back, pinching her nipple and stretching it out until she cried out again. "And no. I'm sure you're enough of a slut that it won't be needed."
"Fuck you. Master," she growled, clenching her teeth as he shoved a second finger inside her, stretching her out just enough that he'd actually be able to fit. She bit her lip to try and keep quiet as he forced his way in, managing to be both embarrassed and relieved that she'd been enjoying the sex enough that his length was thoroughly coated in her own slick juices. It meant that while it burned and ached while he pushed into her hole, at least she wasn't bleeding from it.
At first, she wasn't sure, but a few moments in she realized that he really was going faster. His hands were certainly tighter on her hips. Figures. She'd suspected he was the type to get off on inflicting pain… had thought so from the moment he took her bet. Still, that didn't mean she was thrilled to see the amount he was enjoying it, because it did not bode well for the next two days. That was alright, she reminded herself. Promises in the Digital World were binding, they became an actual part of the code that made up a person. She only had to make it through two and a half more days. She could do that. She could totally do that.
His teeth in her shoulder when he came deep inside of her still made her scream, though.
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He'd gotten tired eventually, of course he had. So he'd left her with some monstrosity of a vibrating dildo in both holes overnight, and had her arms chained down to the floor she was laying on to keep her from doing anything about it. She was exhausted by morning, abominably sore, and if this had been in the real world, she'd have been ready to call the cops on him. When he finally showed up six hours later, she jerked out of the fitful doze she'd managed to slip into. "Good morning," she said cheerfully, licking dry lips. "It's still a Gabumon."
"I figured you'd say that," he said. "Good. I'd hate for you to give up that easily." A gesture, and the chains and the toys both faded away, and Lia curled up and lay on her side, groaning with relief. She gasped as his boot drove into her ribs, and she pushed herself up to her hands and knees.
"Don't suppose you'd be persuaded to give me breakfast, Master? Or at least a glass of water?" she asked, rubbing at the back of her head where it was sore from resting on the floor.
To her surprise, he proffered a glass, then poured it out onto the floor. "Lick it up," he ordered, a cruel grin tugging at his mouth. Too thirsty to care about the humiliation, she bent down, lapping and slurping at the puddle of water. It made her feel better to have a little moisture in her mouth. Thirst and hunger were strange in the Digital World… they wouldn't kill you as quickly as they would in the real world, but the human body did still need some nourishment. And luckily, could derive it from digital sources just as easily as the usual kind. When she'd gotten as much water off of the floor as she could, she sat back on her heels, feeling much more like herself again.
"What an obediently little dog you make," he commented, clipping a leash to the collar. She couldn't see how he did it, probably just willed it to attach, so it did. He yanked the leash, then slapped her cheek when she went to stand up. "Hands and knees, bitch. Dogs don't walk on two legs."
Lia growled a bit under her breath, the irony not escaping her, and crawled after him.
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"Gabumon."
Crack.
"Gabumon!"
Crack.
"Ow! Gabumon!"
She'd lost track of how long she'd been strung up like this, spread eagled. If she concentrated, she could balance well enough to stand, but every time she got her footing, another whip crack would come from behind and she'd lurch forward, arms and wrists pulling against the cuffs holding her up. The room was cool, cold enough to make her skin goosebump, which was horrifically unpleasant against the welts crisscrossing her back, legs, and arms. The only feature of the room she could see was a screen, mockingly displaying the image of a Psychemon.
Eventually, his arm would get tired. It had to. Lia yelped and jumped as another burning lash snaked across her back, shuddering as she felt a tickle start just below it. Her skin must have finally torn to the point of bleeding, and she gritted her teeth against the next one. She cried out anyway, but the word she said was "Gabumon!"
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"Stop it!" she yelled. Or at least she meant to, but was too busy coughing and gasping. She couldn't hear, her ears were full of water. Everything was blurry, her hair stuck to her face, wet across her nose and mouth and making it even harder to breathe. As he had before, he waited long enough for her stop coughing, so she could speak if she wanted, and just like before, she'd regained enough control over herself to keep silent. She struggled, kicked, scratched, fought like a cat confronted with a bath, but he forced her head down under the water again anyways.
Her head was swimming, vision going dark, her body aching with the effort of not gasping in great lungfulls of water, and just when she thought she couldn't stand it again, there was a rushing and air on her face, and she was gasping for breath again.
Every time, her mind screamed at her to just say the damn word, but by the time she had the breath to do it with, she had the determination not to. She knew she was crying, the tears were hot on her cheeks, but they were at least visibly indistinguishable from the water. She was proud of that, even as her vision got steadily darker and she slipped into unconsciousness.
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Seeing him smash her Crest was almost enough to do it. Almost. Watching as he brought the hot brand closer to her skin was even harder. But the screams as her skin blistered under the searing metal remained wordless. And while she may be the one in agony, Passion seared into her chest, he was the one with a snarl of frustrated defeat.
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She didn't have a sense of time exactly, his attempts to break her never lasted the same duration. And she doubted he let her sleep a lot between them, just enough for him to get rested up. He hadn't offered her any food, and she hadn't asked, and after that last awful episode, she never wanted to see another drop of water again. She did know, however, that she was into her third day sometime, and he was getting desperate. There was no way for her to know how desperate.
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It seemed benign enough at first. Just a small room, and much to her relief there were no tanks of water in evidence. She couldn't move exceptionally fast, her back and legs were still a mess of half-healed whip marks and her chest was remarkably painful when she so much as breathed deeply. He was even patient while she shuffled slowly towards him. "You're remarkably resilient," he started by saying. "I'm not sure it's possible to make you yield through pain or humiliation."
She didn't quite have it in her to laugh, but her lips did quirk in a sort of a grin. "Finally figured that out, did you. Going to let me go early, then?" Her voice was hoarse, from days of screaming and the retching that accompanied being half-drowned repeatedly.
"No." he said, grabbing her arm. Her reflexes were slow, dulled by more than two days of pain and torture. She tugged vainly, but his grip was too firm. He yanked her towards the wall and she stumbled forwards, weak from lack of food and sleep. There was suddenly something cold and tight around her arm, holding her fast.
The coldness seemed to spread, sinking into her gut. "Let me out of here," she said, feeling a terrible sense of foreboding.
"You know what you have to say to get me to do that," he said, not even looking at her, as if he were bored. He made a gesture and the wall went transparent. There was another small room on the other side of the wall, lined with cages. Gizamon prowled inside the bars, glaring angrily, hungrily at the two of them.
"No. No, you can't be… you promised I'd walk out of here, that I could do my job!" she said, shaking her head and tugging on her arm again.
"I did. You don't need both arms to walk, or direct tourists." Somehow, the thought that he'd learned enough about her to know her job was almost as chilling as the thought of those Gizamon clawing, biting…
She shuddered as he opened the cages a few inches, enough to make them scrabble madly, claws reaching but unable to squeeze more through. "Please… please don't do this," she begged, pulling uselessly, unable to move her arm a bit. Her fingers tingled slightly from the tightness of the restraint, but she could still feel her whole arm quite clearly. "Please…"
"Say it," he hissed, moving closer to her face. "Just name the Digimon."
"G… Gabumon…" she whispered, barely audiable. "Please… Master, please…"
She flinched as the gates slammed open and the hungry snarls rose to a fever pitch. They were short enough they had to jump, and she looked away as the first one leapt up at her. Lia screamed as the first teeth sank into her flesh. The Crest burned into her chest flared with fresh heat, her hatred and pain focusing. If she still had her Digivice, she rather thought Byodramon would be a Mega right now. "Gabumon!" she screamed, feeling horrible, bone-deep, scraping pain all along her arm. "It's a Gabumon, you fucking bastard, Gabumon!" Her words broke off into a wordless shriek as there was a sickening snap and a shattering, white-hot pain, and everything started to grow more and more distant.
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When she woke again, she felt oddly at peace despite aching everywhere, and wondered why. A smile spread across her face as she became aware that it had been three days, a little more than three days actually, she'd been unconscious for the last half-day. And she hadn't cracked. She started to laugh, but it hurt, and she was crying and it hurt, and there was only one hand to cover her face with, but she'd won. And that was worth it. It was. It was worth it…
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