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The Ishida Brothers’ Harem	By : the7joker7 Category: Digimon > Het-Male/Female Views: 5635 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-In The Beginning
- 2-Sora and Mimi 1
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Chapter One: Sora and Mimi 1

One Year Later…

“The southeast tribes have bended the knee, sir,” the Andromon said, standing up straight and tall in front of Yamato Ishida. “In mere hours, our troops shall arrive with an offering from them, an entire cartful of rubies.”

Yamato nodded. “Are there any worlds left to conquer? What is there to live for?”

“I’m sure you’ll find something, sir,” the Andromon answered.

“Well, I have so many years of life ahead of me, I can’t just waste it.” He waved at the tall Digimon. “You’re dismissed.”

With that, Yamato turned and grabbed the doorknob of the door next to him, opening up into a giant, opulent bedroom, as large as an entire luxury condo, with absurd amounts of space. A giant bed against the far wall, dressers and closets across the left wall, decorative ornaments everywhere...and in the middle of the room, a true prize.

A pair of specialized bondage chairs were bolted to the floor there. Chairs of steel and cushion. Planks extended out to the sides of the seat, and a backrest towered up several feet towards the ceiling.

Each chair contained a young woman. The planks reaching out from the sides of the seat were for their legs, each girl stretching their legs out in either direction, effectively doing the splits. Straps just above and below the knee, and on the ankles, secured these appendages in place.

Their torsos were secured via straps to the backrest, crossing between their breasts and around their waist. Their arms were thrust up above their heads, bent at the elbows and tied off on the backrest. Their foreheads were also strapped back to the backrest. The bondage was simple, yet restrictive and effective.

The left chair held Sora, and the right chair held Mimi. Each of them also had a ballgag in their mouth, restricting their ability to verbalize. Both were looking towards the wall to the right of where the door was. Their eyeballs rotated over to watch Yamato enter, and Yamato could see the widening eyes that signalled fear.

“Oh, goodness me, two beautiful young women in my bedroom, whatever am I going to do with this?” he said expansively, approaching them. He could see them start to shiver. The two had gone through this act more than enough times to know full-well that Yamato was someone who would cause them nothing but suffering and humiliation.

The two girls were wearing casual clothing, white tanktops and white short-shorts. Yamato could never quite put his finger on what it was, but there was something that really revved his engine about dressing his slave girls in casual wear, opposed to them being simply naked. True, that had it’s place from time to time, but there was just something a little more amusing to him about putting them in the kind of clothes they might have hung out in around the house back in their world.

As he stepped between the two girls, they started to wriggle their feet around, nervously anticipating he was going to start tickling them. Yamato had mostly kept to his word that the girls weren’t going to be seriously physically harmed, although that was little comfort to them, as he had instead utilized tickling to punish and torment them. Using expert precision and extreme force in equal measure, the Kings of the Digital World had turned the playful act of tickling into a truly tortuous weapon that had beaten the girls down into submissive, obedient servants.

He, however, did not, opting to just stand between the two bondage seats. “You know, I do so love the days when I get to entertain both of you at once,” he whispered, reaching over and grabbing Sora’s thigh, lightly digging his fingertips into the flesh of her inner thigh a couple inches shy of her pantyline. He saw her entire body tense up, and her eyes widened another fraction as she moaned in fear into her gag. “You two in particular just...really know how to make a guy happy. It’s the extra few years, I suppose.”

He reached over with his other hand and placed his fingers in the same spot on Mimi’s inner thigh. He began goosing his fingertips into the tight flesh, pulsing his fingers.

Both girls lurched forward as much as they could, their leg muscles tightening as they tried to snap their legs closed to get the offending touch out. But they could do nothing to escape the restrictive straps. Yamato loved these chairs, despite the simplicity, as they opened this especially sensitive area up to whatever torments he so wished. Soon, both girls started to laugh behind their gags, their bodies twisting about in attempts to protect their sensitive thighs.

“Oh, I know, how about a game!” Yamato stopped his ticklish assault, stepping forward and turning to face both girls. “I do love coming up with games...yes, let’s have a game, with rewards and punishments for the winner and loser!”

Sora and Mimi both tried to reply, doing their best to shake their heads back and forth despite the forehead straps. He could see the desperation in their eyes, mixing in with the year of suffering etched into the irises. Yamato felt himself getting hard, their agony causing him a sadistic pleasure that aroused him.

“Oh, really?” Yamato’s hands lanced forward, grabbing a bare foot in each hand and beginning to dance his manicured nails along the smooth soles. Both girls immediately began squirming around again, helplessly laughing into their gags. So afraid the girls were of Yamato’s cruel games, they couldn’t help themselves but protesting participating in one, hoping against hope that it might spare them of having to play. Both girls, unwillingly enslaved they may have been, would much rather simply sexually gratify Yamato instead of participating in one of his contests!

He kept tickling for a few minutes, watching their faces turn red and drool begin to leak out around the gags, appreciating their smooth, flawless soles that were so easy to stimulate. “I offer to take time out of my life to come up with a game for you two to play, and you would dare decline? How many more times do you have to learn this lesson?”

He stopped tickling, letting the girls settle back down a bit. “Well, I had an idea for a fun game, but in light of your ungrateful behavior, I’m thinking of another one.” He glared at them, eyes hard and sharp. “Maybe I give you both to Ranamon for a week and tell her to give you both the level ten treatment.”

Sora and Mimi snapped to attention at this. Ranamon was the Digimon who managed the harem when the Ishidas and Ken weren’t around, and was every bit the sadist that Yamato had proven to be, using cruelty to keep the girls in line and obedient. Usually, her wrath on the girls was muted, but things changed drastically whenever there was a punishment to be handed out. All four girls had committed a transgression or two in their time here, and all four had faced the full wrath of Ranamon on a couple occasions. It was not something any of them ever wished to face again, and fear of her kept the girls in line above just about anything else.

They always faced level two or level three treatments. Level ten was something Yamato had only spoken of to frighten them, and to face such an extreme torture over an entire week was such a horrible thought that immediately anything else seemed better.

“So, one last time...would you two like to play a game?”

He stepped over towards Sora, staring her right in the eye.

“Go on, sweetie,” he goaded, knowing that she would have no choice. “You decide for both of you. Maybe it’s been too long since you’ve seen Ranamon and would just love to occupy her torture room for a week? Is that it?”

With a wrinkled forehead that dripped with sweat, Sora shook her head back and forth the small amount she could, in denial of the implication that she wanted anything to do with Ranamon.

“Then...how about something else? Sound fun?”

With teary, weary eyes, she nodded, resigning herself to a probable humiliation at the hands of her debauched master.

Yamato grinned, thrilled with the obedience Sora had been beaten into.

OOO

“Yamato, you disgusting pig, I have had ENOUGH of this! Let me OUT of this, you little shit!” Sora screamed, trying to thrust her body upwards, rocking back and forth. The young adult woman was tightly strapped face up to a reclining chair, her torso and forehead strapped down and her arms chained down by the floor to force her arms down. Her legs were thrust out straight in front of her, locked in a set of chrome stocks. Her bare feet were also restricted by tiny toe rings, holding them back flat with the stocks, preventing any more than an insignificant amount of wiggling.

“Oh, in a couple weeks you’re going to regret every single word that’s coming out of your mouth right now so much,” Yamato said, dipping a large sponge into a basin of soapy water. “You have no idea how much you’ll regret it, once you’re broken, and you’re paying for every last insult.”

“You SICK bastard, I’m going to KILL you the moment I get the chance! I’ll die before I even consider giving you what you want!” she continued, pulling on her legs with all her might.

As a preteen, Sora had been a feisty tomboy, an athletic soccer stud who liked running with the boys and being as tough as she could. Her teenage years had slowly weaned her off that, as she began to become more traditionally feminine, a much softer girl with a sweeter disposition that lost her tough edge. Well, for the moment, her capture had whipped her right back into that preteen mentality, as she fought like the tough and fierce tomboy she had once been.

“I almost left this task to the servants,” Yamato said, ignoring her protests. “Just thought they could take care of it, but...I’ll get my hands dirty this time.”

Yamato raised the sponge up from the water and pressed it up against her right foot, scrubbing it back and forth along the surface of the sole. Immediately, Sora’s loud insults turned into screeching laughter as Yamato raked the rough sponge along her foot.

“YAahaHAHAHAHAAAAAHAHAHAAHAAAHAHAAHASTAAHAHAAPANOAAHAHAH!” Sora shouted at the top of her lungs, reduced to a hysterical mess.

Sora was physically active, and had always been. Once it was soccer, hours and hours of it every day. Then, it was tennis, hours and hours of it every day. Either way, the redheaded girl was running around on her feet a lot, and didn’t have either the time or money to treat them as much as would have been ideal. The result were hard spots, calluses, on her soles that she had become used to over the years, which Yamato refused to stand for. Her feet, already highly ticklish, would become much more so once these calluses were scrubbed away, and he was not one to pass up the opportunity to cause that. So her feet had been soaked in hot water for several minutes, and now Yamato was going to start the process of scrubbing away dead skin to get to the soft flesh underneath.

“You’ve been so irresponsible, silly girl,” Yamato taunted. “Everyone knows girls should take care of their feet, treat them well and make them pretty and soft. From here, it looks like you haven’t spent more than a minute your entire life on them. And I’d swear you’ve been intentionally trying to be as rough on them as possible!”

“KYAAAHHAAHAAAHAHAHAAHhahahHAHAAHAAA!” Sora laughed, tilting her head back and letting loose with powerful bursts of laughter. With what mental capacity was left to her, she thought about how she had always been one to run out to the mailbox or the ice cream truck barefoot if her shoes weren’t right there by the door. She didn’t mind, and it’s not like very many people would see. And generally speaking, barring freezing temperatures, once she got home she couldn’t wait to get her socks off for the rest of the day. She probably had done a good amount to harden her feet over the years.

Then, she thought about how ticklish she was anyway right now, and how this treatment should increase her ticklishness significantly, and she was re-energized to try to escape yet again, thrashing around like a madwoman.

“If you had taken better care of your feet, then I wouldn’t have to be doing this right now,” Yamato scolded. “I don’t see how one of these pedicures is going to get the job done either.” He dropped the sponge, this time picking up a device that looked like an electric toothbrush. “Oh yes, I think this entire process will have to repeat a good...hundred times.”

Regaining her breath, Sora let out an ear-piercing shriek at this. Perhaps he was exaggerating for effect, but she didn’t care right now. “NO! N-NO! LET ME GOOOO!” she yelled, jerking her legs as hard as she could towards her. “FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!”

Yamato smirked as the tool in his hand buzzed to life. The brush had been slightly modified to be more like a shoe buffer than a toothbrush. “Time to focus in a bit.” He pressed the buffer into the side of her big toe and turned it on, the brush spinning to life.

Sora’s body jerked as if she had been hit by a bolt of lightning, and her mouth opened into a wide ‘O’ shape. And then, she began to spasm as Yamato focused intently on her toe. “YAAAAAAHAHAAAAAHAAAAAGAHAAHAHAFAHAHAAHA!” Her toes twitched, but could not make any real movement away, as her foot could do nothing but stay there and bear it.

“I’m starting to suspect there’s a reason why you’ve always avoided pedicures in your life,” Yamato teased, going down to the stem of her big toe, slowly whirring down the dead skin.

OOO

Both Sora’s and Mimi’s ballgags now had a small hole through the center of the ball, Yamato having pulled a plug from the center of both gags.

“Simple enough game,” Yamato explained, holding up two large green sports bottles with long clear straws. “First, you two need to make sure you’re hydrated.” He stepped forward and inserted the straws into the holes on the gags. “So drink every last drop.”

Both girls hesitated for a brief moment.

“It’s just water with some added chemicals,” he said. “Now, both of you, start drinking now or else I’ll have the servants shove funnels down your throats and make the game ten times worse for you two.”

The added chemicals part didn’t sound great, but both obediently began to suck down the liquid. Sure enough, it was just water, although there was a slight flavoring to it that made them think about Gatorade a little bit.

“Spill one drop, and you’ll spend the next two days hanging upside-down in the dungeon with a vibrator taped to your thigh,” he warned.

A few minutes later, both girls finished their drinks, draining the large bottles, long after either woman was thirsty in the slightest. Yamato dropped the bottles to the ground. “What you two have just drank was water mixed with a series of diuretic chemicals. Nothing harmful, Dandelion, Hawthorn, a few others, but...you may find that it accelerates and increases the urge to urinate.”

As he plugged the holes in the ball gags back up, he saw realization dawn on Sora, who bit her teeth into her gag tightly and gave a groan of fear. He saw her lean, limber body tighten up.

“So, this contest is designed to see which of you two follows orders the best. As your master, I am ordering both of you to not pee until I give you permission.”

Mimi caught on as well, as Sora saw her glance down at her crotch before jerking around in her restraints, eyes widening.

“So, we’ll just all hang around here for the rest of the day and see who holds out the longest,” Yamato continued. “There are little detection pads in both of your panties that will sound an alarm as soon as either of them pick up on urine. So, let’s say that as soon as the alarm goes off, that will be my permission. Once the alarm sounds, the game is over and you will both have permission to urinate.”

Sora glanced over towards Mimi, who was glancing over at her, both of them dreading what the punishment would be for the loser.

“Now, the winner gets the glorious opportunity to pleasure me in whatsoever way I desire this evening, then return to their chamber for the rest of the night all of tomorrow. But, the loser...let’s say two days with Ranamon, level six punishment.”

Both girls screamed into their gags, trying to shake their heads, and thrashing around as hard as they could. Of all the games Yamato had forced them to play over the last year, none of them had a punishment quite that severe! Unlike Yamato, Ranamon didn’t want anything from the girls. Yamato tormented them because he found it arousing, and even though they suffered greatly with him, they could always limit things by performing well in sexually pleasuring him. Ranamon didn’t care about that, her only purpose was to make the girls suffer. They would much rather spend time with Yamato than her!

“Oh, and I’ll just be...hanging around, putting your discipline to the test every now and then, maybe.” He reached forward and grabbed Mimi’s left foot in his right hand and Sora’s right foot in his left hand. Both girls froze. “I’ll try to keep it fair, keep it even, so there won’t be any excuses.” He slowly spider tickled along both soles, getting both girls to moan and twitch. “We’ll have fun together.”

Both girls glanced at each other again, bottomless despair in their eyes, as they realized that one of them would inevitably end up in Ranamon’s hands. Already they could feel the urge to relieve themselves building, the water doing it’s job quickly and the fear and anticipation just making it worse.

Yamato stopped tickling as fast as he had started, stepping forward towards Mimi. “I’ll do my best to be fair, but...I’m hoping you lose,” he said.

Mimi’s body quaked in terror, her chest rising and falling with her heaving breathing.

“Ranamon always loved you the most. She damn near gets OFF on punishing you. She loves it. She lives for the days when you put a toe out of line and I send you to her. It’s been months and she still hasn’t forgotten how you were.”

OOO

The curved rack was a particularly nasty piece of hardware. The victim was forced into a position not far off from a back bridge stretch, laying on their back, feet and hands down close to the floor and hips thrusting towards the ceiling. It left thighs, torso, and groin completely helpless and exposed.

Mimi, naked, was the victim today, although she refused to play it. Despite a dozen straps making escape beyond futile, she was bucking and thrashing so hard the rack probably would have moved were it not bolted down. She was also shrieking aimlessly, not saying anything that could be understood, likely just for the satisfaction of being able to vocalize her fury. Yamato was across the room, talking with Ranamon.

“Oh, she’s plenty ticklish in all the usual spots,” Ranamon said. “We didn’t even have to do anything to her feet, this is clearly a woman who gets pedicures whenever she can.”

“You promised me something spectacular, Ranamon,” Yamato said half-jokingly. “Hit me with it.”

“Oh, she’s got ticklish spots in some...not entirely expected places,” Ranamon explained. “Some really fun places. I was having her body hair removed, and she went off like a banshee whenever the electrolysis devices passed over her crotch. So, we experimented, and she’s deathly sensitive down there. We thought she was going to break the rack. I can tell this one’s going to be the hardest one to break, and I think I just found the best way to break her. Her breasts are also especially ticklish. Thought you might like to try.” She handed him a spinning little brush tool.

Yamato grinned. “But of course.”

He crossed the room, letting Mimi’s screams of rage amuse him as he approached. A few steps away, she glanced over and caught a glimpse of him.

“YOU! YOU SICK FUCKER!” she immediately raged. “LET ME GO! RIGHT NOW!”

The contrast was noticeable. While Sora had similarly thrown a fit at first, she ultimately didn’t have it in her to keep it up. Already, after a few rounds of extreme pedicuring, she was starting to crack, Yamato could tell. While a nasty side of her had emerged under extreme duress, Sora was ultimately a fairly passive and feminine girl who would fall to the path of least resistance when threatened with torture.

Mimi, however, was keeping the fire raging. Born to a fairly well-off family, Mimi had always been spoiled, and was much less willing to tolerate any sort of bad treatment. Her more vibrant personality also caused her to be far more controlled by rage, and less willing to submit to something unpleasant to avoid something even worse. He could tell breaking this lovely woman was going to be a marathon, which he was more than happy to run.

“So, Ranamon tells me you’ve got a wee bit sensitivity down under?” Yamato said, sitting down next to her, looking at her raised and exposed groin. “Music to my ears.”

“You...you DISGUSTING PIECE OF SHIT!” Mimi continued, voice starting to give out but her will to keep the decibels high holding on. “I’m going to CUT YOU INTO LITTLE PIECES WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE!”

“Oh, and I thought Sora was going to pay dearly for her bad manners,” Yamato said, the tool in his hand buzzing to life. “I can’t wait until the moment you submit, whenever it happens, when you realize you’re going to suffer for every single insult you’ve given me.”

He slowly pressed the buzzing tip into the mound between her legs, running the stiff bristles along pink flesh. Mimi’s mouth, already wide open from screaming, widened even more as she instantly sucked down a deep breath to release in crazed laughter.

“BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAHAHAAAAHAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!” Mimi vibrated with deep, earthy laughter, her hips bucking in an attempt to escape the torture. All she did was push herself further onto the brush, making it worse. Yamato brought the brush down into her vagina, going along the inner walls of her most private area.

“I’m actually pretty surprised,” Yamato said, Mimi unable to hear over her own wild laughter. “I thought for sure you’d be the one with the most ticklish feet. All those pedicures and spa treatments and lotions, how could they not be?”

“RAHAHAHAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAAAHAHHHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!” Mimi’s face burned a bright red. She was embarrassed beyond measure that Yamato was playing with her most private parts, and beginning to run low on air. She couldn’t breathe to keep up with the laughter.

“Would you believe that Sora’s the one who can’t handle foot tickling?” Yamato said. “I was concerned that, between the soccer, tennis, and running around barefoot, she might not even have feeling in her feet, but...there you go. Not that I mind, variety is the spice of life.”

After a brief moment of brushing her clit, producing a sudden burst of explosive laughter, Yamato stopped and allowed Mimi time to gather herself. He moved up towards her chest, however, and before she had a chance to fully put herself back together, he was brushing along her nipples.

“NOAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!” Mimi howled, breasts jiggling as she tried to shake away.

“Oh, we’re going to have...so much fun,” Yamato said almost lovingly.

OOO

Yamato stood between the two bound beauties, drinking in the sight of the stress in their eyes as both fought to resist the urge to relieve their bladders. It had been less than an hour now, but already the large bottle of water they had both had was pushing to be let out. He could see them straining to focus on holding the tide back. And that agony was making Yamato harder than a rock.

He loved this kind of stuff. Yes, it was fun to just use electric brushes to attack the girls’ most ticklish spots with a focused and devastating assault, but to force them into a long-term torment that slowly built over time, going from annoying to obnoxious to painful to devastating to agonizing, putting the victims in impossible situations.

His lands reached out towards the girls’ inner thighs again, giving both of them a good squeeze. Taken by surprise, they both squealed into their gags and twitched in their bondage, but neither lost control of their bladders.

“Oh, very good,” Yamato said. “I can see you’re both committed to obeying your master, the only question is...who is more committed?”

He would blindfold both girls so they couldn’t see his random tickle assaults on their feet, knees, thighs, sides, ribs, and armpits coming, but he loved the helplessness in their eyes so much he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He heard Mimi give a moan through her gag.

“Well, you girls have done a nice job against my fingers, but let’s make sure to keep things varied to make sure you two keep having fun.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out two feathers. “I know you girls love these things on your feet, right?”

They both moaned in despair as Yamato lowered the white feathers to their feet.
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