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Digimon Tamers: Lost Identities.	By : LiquidPhazon Category: Digimon > General > Digimon Tamers (Season 3) > Digimon Tamers (Season 3) Views: 7444 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Three years later, The Forbidden Fruit was known as the hottest and gentlemen’s club in the digital city.
Human and Digimon alike would venture to the club, just to get a chance inside, for the women were all known to be gorgeous and desirable, but there was one rule: Men were never aloud touch the performers.
Not without paying first.
Now while men weren’t allowed to touch the entertainers and servers, women could touch them all they wanted to, however, both men and women could even pay to spend some private time with the female performers in a private room and so to them as they desired.
At the moment in the office that was above the main floor of the club was Lilithmon, who was currently sitting on large velvet couch, sighing contently as one of their employees, a Venusmon, who, other than the bandages that covered her eyes, was completely naked and was gently rubbing and massaging the Demon’s feet, lowering her head every so often to kiss the feet of her Mistress.
As Venusmon continued her actions, showing nothing but love and devotion, Lilithmon was observing the atmosphere of the club below, looking out a large window shaped like an apple.
Like the name, the theme of the club was derived from the Garden of Eden and set up just like a wild jungle, where fake plants and vines hung all over the place, while there were three stages, two side stages and the main one, allowing for three performances to take place, which meant three times the lust.
Currently, a sultry Junomon danced on the stage, dressed barely in nothing, swinging from the pole, while men, both human and Digimon watched her perform, tossing huge amounts of Digi-Dollars onto the stage before Junomon’s feet.
The female Demon Lord watched her perform, smirking, before sipping some wine from a glass.
“Yes... just like greedy horny pigs, feed on her, desire her...” Lilithmon moaned as she closed her eyes, breathing in the sweet musky scent of lust that wafted in the air, which came in the form of a purplish-pink mist, again she took a deep breath, absorbing the sexual energy and let out one of her high-pitched laughs.
“These pathetic humans and Digimon are quite alike, the males. You throw a beautiful piece of ass before them, and clamour at it like mindless fools!”
“Pieces of ass that soon starts to lose their appeal, my dear sister.” A familiar voice to Lilithmon commented, causing her to turn to see the owner of the soft and seductive voice that just spoke, Agrahabahmon, the second oldest and powerful of the trio.
The woman dressed in a green and black outfit just like Lilithmon strolled into the office, in her left hand, her nails sinking into its digital flesh was a female Leomon who had seen better days. Once she had a fine athletic and toned body, with fur a deep golden yellow.
Now, she was frail, the golden yellow had faded, and a soulless look appeared in her eyes.
Agrahabahmon, dropped the sickly Digimon to the ground, she didn’t make the slightest sound, falling with a thud like a ragdoll.
“It seems our latest group of girls have fallen to the effects of drug. This Leomon along with several of the human girls we have are all like this down in the basement levels.” Agrabahmo told Lilithmon, who just scoffed, showing no concern as she just looked at the motionless feline on the floor for a moment.
“Well then, I guess it’s time for a little round-up then?” Lilithmon then asked, a sly smile appeared on her face, before facing Venusmon and gave her a stern look, causing Venusmon to cease the foot rub, but remained on the floor beside Lilithmon, just in case her Mistress desired more from her.
“Where shall we hit this time? Osaka?” The Demon Lord asked, making Agrahabahmon smirk as she approached her sister, sliding down into the couch next to Lilithmon, taking her glass and finishing the wine.
“Actually I was thinking perhaps we try Shinjuku.” She said.
Thinking her sister had lost her mind, Lilithmon questioned. “What? Are you crazy? What about Hypnos, or even better, those Digimon Tamers! They all live in that city, and you wish to go there to look for stock? What’s wrong with you?”
Agrahabahmon just continued to smirk, before she broke the silence and told Lilithmon. “Mmmhhmm, nothing is wrong with me, nothing at all. It’s perfect actually, I already have a plan in motion, it will be just like when we rounded up some women from Koto, I think something else is in order.”
“Ah, so you already taken an add in the paper there? Clever, but still it’s too risky.” Lilithmon protested.
However, Agrahabahmon placed a hand on her sister’s thigh, rubbing it as she looked Lilithmon in the eye with a smile, touching her cheek.
“That’s why I’ll be doing this one myself, along with Naamahmamon.” She said.
The older sister’s eyes widened at that, making Lilithmon question. “You want to let her out into the Human World? Did you forget what happened last time we let out dear sister out?”
“Of course not, that’s why I’ll be keeping an eye on her. It’s time she really started to get her hands dirty, it’s starting to become an embarrassment having her around. If I didn’t share the same code with her, I would have deleted her along time ago.” Agrahabahmon replied, revealing how little she cared for her sibling.
“That I can agree with, but she does have her uses...” Lilithmon commented, having to admit Naamahmamon, while not as strong as her or Agrahabahmon, was still useful, but had to then ask. “Speaking of her, just where has our ‘little sister’ run off to now?”
Agrahabahmon’s smirk grew dark.
“I’m having her take care of the trash.”
“And what of this one?” Lilithmon indicated with a nod to the prone body of the female Leomon on the floor.
Like a viper striking, a black, bladed ribbon shot from her clothing, piercing the core of the strung-out Digimon, causing the Digimon to break down into yellow glowing bits of Data, which began to float upwards into the air, only to turn purple and green as they were drawn into the bodies of the two succubi.
Together they let out a laugh, clicking together freshly poured glasses of wine, for soon their club would have new performers and their lusts would be further satisfied.
----With Naamahmamon----
The Digimon in question was currently in the basement levels overseeing the disposal of the human dancers whom just the now deleted Leomon had succumbed to the drug that kept the female dancers in line.
A nasty concoction, made from the collective minds of humans and Digimon, now long gone from both worlds, thanks to Agrahabahmon.
The compound kept the user in a constant state of ecstasy and euphoria, turning their body into one large erogenous zone, and causing the to hallucinate.
After prolonged use, the drug had severe physical and mental effects; for Digimon were reduced to nothing more than a weakened husk, their mind and physical body corrupted away, to the point the only thing worth doing with them was absorbing their Data, retrieving what lust they had left in them.
As for the human woman, they were left in comatose states, up to the point they were brain-dead.
The chemical and Digital makeup of drug caused the brain to slowly rot away.
Even now as Naamahmamon watched two hulking Boltmon drag two women away by their feet, the Ultimate Level Demon Lord, looked away as she met the lifeless gaze of a frail brunette.
“Can’t you treat them a little...?” She wanted to say, but stopped, the slow-minded goon merely looked at her, before continuing on, heading to a large, black metal door at the end of the hallway.
Behind it was a set of stairs that lead down to a second level in the basement; there was only one room, inside housed machine that allowed passage from the Human World, to the Digital World.
And while it wasn’t as powerful as the one Hypnos and other world governments used to travel with, but it did the job, only the portal could stay active for a short time, or risk detection by the security net setup to monitor illegal passage between realms.
The fiery redhead followed the Boltmon to the mouth of the large and round gate fixed to the wall on the far end, six women this time, six, plus the female Leomon that had fallen victim to the horrific side effects.
That made thirty-five lost souls total, over two years; thirteen women and twenty-two Digimon, all for what? Data, power, wealth?
Naamahmamon couldn’t understand it, she tried, but no matter how hard, she just couldn’t wrap her mind around wasting life like this, but was quickly broken from her deep thoughts as the sound of crackling electricity snapped all around her.
A brilliant white light erupted from the centre of the gate, the portal opening up.
Like looking through water, the lesser Demon Lord could see the outline of skyscrapers of a human city.
She couldn’t tell which one it was, or even if it was the same city these women hailed from.
Lilithmon and Arabahamon didn’t care; they had their Digital thugs drop the women off where ever the portal opened.
She remembered overhearing a Asuramon and an Astamon talk about dropping off a human female off at an underpass, several human men were already there, willing to take the naked female off their hands.
That stayed with Naamahmamon after learning what some human men would do to a weakened human female.
As one Boltmon entered the portal, the other grabbed a woman, who perhaps could have been as young as seventeen, she couldn’t tell, determining age just by looking at a human, could not be identified after the horrid state one became after overdosing.
The Boltmon tossed her through the portal, grabbing another body, then another, when he finally picked up the last body, the same brunette she saw from earlier, she suddenly stopped him.
“Wait!” Naamahmamon called, making the Boltmon look at her with a glare as she approached, lightly placing a hand on the woman’s forehead and kissing her on the cheek.
She rested her head against the unmoving woman’s, her skin was so cold.
“I’m sorry... please know that I’m so sorry...” Naamahmamon whispered.
A tear rolled across her face onto the cold skin of the brunette.
With a grunt and jerk, the Boltmon moved the body away from Naamahmamon’s grasp, tossing her into the portal.
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