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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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----The Forbidden Fruit, two months later----
Tonight the club found itself packed with a full house, much to the delight of Agrahabahmon and Lilithmon.
While the sisters had spent a good deal of money and spreading the word about their newest acquisitions to the club, the news had spread of the apparent disappearance of some of the Tamers, exactly who was missing hadn’t been spread.
Agents from Hypnos had twice in the past month searched the city, even the club once, but still the girls had remained elusive to the men in black; even when they were right under their noses.
Feeling that most of the heat had died down, and despite Naamahmamon protests, the elder sisters went ahead with premiering the female Tamers.
And much to Agrahabahmon’s displeasure, there hadn’t been much resistance from any of the group since their ‘interview’, to which they had no reason to brainwash any of them into mindless sex objects.
But that’s what Renamon was for.
The brainwashed kitsune had become an excellent pet; loyal, obedient and had such incredible stamina, to which the viral succubi took great pleasure in also parading that around Rika.
And while there were times the redhead felt the urge to talk back or strike at her, her willpower and control won over her rage; again displeasing Agrahabahmon.
So far the night had gone without a few hiccups, as to be expected.
The female Tamers were each presented one after the other to perform for the crowd of Digimon and humans that paid to see half-naked girls, flesh or digital.
First up had been Alice and Jeri performing together dressed as an angel and devil combination.
The two were a little timid at first, feeling the lewd and creepy eyes of the crowd upon them, Jeri fell once while dancing on the pole much to the amusement of the spectators; and cheers when she got to her feet unexpectedly flashing the crowd the with white string bikini bottom she had on.
Jeri and Alice felt a bit of relief under the embarrassment and shame they felt during the entire act, and nearly broke down once it was all over.
Hiromi came next, seeming to fully embrace her situation when she showed up on the stage in a fishnet catsuit with a black string bikini underneath.
Cat ears and knee-high boots completed her look as she strode down the walkway to the center pole, where the patrons crowded to the stage as they tried to get a closer look at the black-haired busty woman.
Digi-Dollars rained down upon Hiromi as she enticed the crowd with her large cleavage and ass, while backstage, Jeri couldn’t watch, Alice looked on in awe and Rika felt disappointed in her friend, but then she felt the pitch of fear when she knew that she was next up.
Hiromi exited the stage with fistfuls of cash and the cheers and hoots of her new fans.
She didn’t get far as her three friends stood there glaring at her with a mixed bag of emotions on their faces.
Hiromi at first felt the need to say something, but the glare from Rika told her to best say nothing.
But then the group were interrupted by Agrahabahmon, who appeared from the shadows behind Rika, placed her hands upon the young woman’s shoulders and rubbed them.
“Excellent show Miss. Koizumi, I have to say you really seem to have a talent for this.” The Succubus commented, sounding most impressed, before grabbing Rika’s cheek, making her face the Demon Lord as she asked. “Don’t you agree my sweet Rika?”
“Yeah, who knew she’d had such a talent for being a whore?” Rika muttered out, wincing in pain as she felt Agrahabahmon’s nails sink into her skin.
“Now, now. That’s no way to talk about your friends. Especially since you’re next to show your talent as a ‘whore’. And you are dress the part perfectly.” Agrahabahmon said, indicating the ensemble Rika had on, which consisted of black and red lace lingerie with red nylon stockings and matching red pumps.
The outfit wasn’t her choice, but rather Lilithmon’s when she looked over the Tamers an hour before their debut.
“Ah, you’re up next Miss. Nonaka.” Agrahabahmon said, guiding the young woman to the stage, where she whispered. “Do your best, or else I take it out on Renamon.”
Rika took a few steps forward before stopping as the music playing from the speakers and could only barely drown out the cheers and catcalls coming from the crowd.
Pride and fear prevented the redhead from moving and more, much to the displeasure of the crowd, but she broke from such feelings when the Nonaka heard Agrahabahmon taunt and command her to hurry and win the patron’s favor, explaining to Rika that she had a wonderful punishment in store for her partner.
With a deep breath, the redhead strode forward with a face showing no emotion.
Taking the main pole in her hand, she started to move in time with the music playing; a slow and sensual tune picked out by Naamahmamon.
Out of the sisters, she turned out to be the most tame and friendlier than her older siblings; Rika could almost feel a bit of regret when she’d delete the red-orange haired Demon Lord and her two psycho sisters.
At the moment all Rika could do was bide her time and dance.
She didn’t focus on any one in the crowd; in fact she didn’t look at anybody, human or digital and just continued to move about the pole, swinging and climbing it, which the crowd ate up, clambering closer to the stage tossing more money at the feet of Rika, even calling out for her to look their direction.
And while Agrahabahmon was watching Rika’s performance from backstage, Lilithmon, in her office, smiled and said as she hugged Naamahmamon. “Well she’s doing quite well, and the rest of them weren’t bad either. A packed house with horny men willing to toss their money at young innocent flesh. I think we can call this night a success!”
“And you said it was too early to premiere them. You are too much of a worry-wart my little sister.” Lilithmon said, her tone almost mocking.
“I... I just think that perhaps we should have waited another week or two.” Naamahmamon replied, moving a few steps away from her sister.
“There was talk of seeming some Hypnos agents snooping in town, and word is the rest of the Tamers are here in the Digital World looking for them.” The red-orange haired succubi then told Lilithmon.
“Oh, psh! Just rumours, nothing more.” Lilithmon said, waving off her sister’s remark, before telling her. “I’ve heard the same thing, and honestly I doubt they would come check here, and if they did, well I don’t think they would be here to search for their friends. Relax! Enjoy the night!”
Pouring two glass of champagne and offering one to Naamahmamon, Lilithmon smiled, proud of herself as she held up her glass and said. “To the Tamers!”
Reluctantly, Naamahmamon held up her glass to Lilithmon’s, the sound of the two glasses chimed as both sisters took a drink; only Naamahmamon swallowed, while Lilithmon spat out her in a coughing fit, getting to her feet in a hacking rage.
“What the Hell!? What is that horny idiot doing?” Lilithmon roared out, pointing at the stage, causing Naamahmamon to look out the window and gasped at what she saw.
On stage was an Astamon, who, in a drunken stupor was trying to get a feel up Rika, to which the demonic Digimon had on hand on Rika’s wrist, pulling her close to him.
“Come on toots, what do you say? Forget the rest of these losers and spend the rest of the night with me in the private room. I’ll even ask for your friend to join us, the black-haired chick with big tits. I have a thing for redheads and busty girls. Don’t worry, I’ll be real gentle with the both of you broads.” Astamon said, pulling Rika into his embrace.
“Stop that! I’m not some slut you can just use.” Rika told the Astamon as she wormed in his grasp, before she froze up when she felt the hard bulge pressing against her body, but let a mental sigh when she realized it wasn’t the bulge she was expecting.
This could be her chance...
“Actually...” Rika then said as her voice softened, just as she placed her hand upon Astamon’s chest. “Maybe that isn’t a bad idea after all.”
Astamon smiled as he felt Rika’s hand move lower down his body, rubbing the bulge in his coat.
“Whoa, oh! Hey watch it, that’s not what you’re supposed to be touching.” Astamon spoke up as Rika reached into his coat.
“I know, but thanks for being dumb enough to carry it with you.” Rika replied with a smirk as she pulled the trigger, before the loud sound of gunshot was heard, ringing out over the sound of the music and the crowd, while Astamon merely stood there in surprise as he looked at the young redhead with his Oro Salmón machine gun in her hands, and then at the smoking hole in his stomach.
Slowly his Data particles escaped from the wound and grew in size.
And with a final gasp, Astamon then fell back, into the shocked crowd and dissolving into nothing, while back on the stage Rika stood there with the gun in her hands, backing up slowly as the crowd erupted into chaos.
Breaking into a run, Rika made her way to backstage looking for her friends who were huddled together.
Shocked, Jeri questioned. “Rika, what have you done?”
“No time for that now, we need to make a break for it! Where’s that green-haired bitch at?” Rika demanded as she looked around.
“She left after the crowd started getting into your act. She said she was going to check on Renamon...” Alice said, trailing off, causing Rika to grip the machine gun tightly in her hands, thinking hard, she couldn’t leave Renamon, but at the moment there wasn’t anything she could do to release her from Agrahabahmon’s mind control.
The first priority was to escape and make contact with Hypnos and the others.
“We need to get going.” Rika muttered out, taking her leave.
“But Rika, what about Rena...?” Hiromi asked, only to be cut off by Rika.
“I know! I know, but we can’t do anything for her. We need to get out of her, come on let’s go!” Rika replied, hating the forced choice she had made, but headed for the exit, with Jeri, Alice and Hiromi close behind.
Busting open the door with a swift kick, Rika made her way down the hallways of the back of the club.
They only got so far before they ran into trouble, where a Boltmon jumped out from an intersection.
Perhaps luck or maybe Rika meant to, but she made quick work of Digimon enforcer with a well-placed shot in the head, where he then went down dissolving into Data particles and cleared the way for the group.
“This way! I think this door leads outside to the back alley!” Rika shouted to the others as they ran for a metal door at the end of the hallway.
They were a few feet to freedom when an all too familiar form leapt down from the rooftops and landed in front of redhead.
Dressed in a purple silk and chain outfit, Renamon stood before her partner with a dead-eyed expression on her face.
“Renamon...” Rika said, raising the gun as worry consumed her. “Stay back, get out of the way.”
Renamon didn’t respond and instead took a step forward, causing Rika to aim the gun at the kitsune, but her aim became shaky.
“Stay back! I mean it! Renamon, please I know you’re in there...” Rika pleaded, only to then find the barrel of the gun pressed up against the foxy Digimon’s fur as she looked down at Rika with empty eyes.
And unable to harm her partner, Renamon easily swiped the gun from Rika’s loose grip, just as the red haired Tamer felt her knees buckle under her, collapsing to the ground before her mind controlled partner.
However, Rika was broken from her confliction when she heard the yelps and screams of the other Tamers, causing her to turn around, Rika looked in horror to the sight of her four comrades suspended in the air.
Black tentacles that appeared from the shadows on the walls and were slowly squeezing the air and life out of them, just as another shadow appeared on the floor before Rika, resembling a black pool of oil, before a figure emerged; Agrahabahmon, only her lower half was a mass of tentacles and her eyes glowed an emerald green.
“I was waiting for you to make a mistake, and you didn’t disappoint me my dear, Rika Nonaka. However it was a costly mistake, one that now you and your friends must pay the price for. It’s time to take you and your friends to go meet two friends of mine for some ‘adjustments’ in those rebellious actions of yours’.” Agrahabahmon said in an icy tone as several tentacles from her body rushed forward at Rika, consuming her and surrounding her in darkness.
----Within another section of the Digital World----
Takato sat back against a tall coconut tree with his sketchbook in hand, watching as Guilmon kept up with his morning routine of training, to which Guardromon was helping him with target practice, tossing up coconuts in the air, which Guilmon blasted to bits with his Pyro Sphere attack.
And just as Takato had just finished up a sketch of Guilmon releasing a fireball, he felt a pair of eyes on him.
“Wow that’s pretty good.” A soft voice belonging to Darcmon, an angelic Digimon resembling a golden masked valkyrie, who had teamed up with the Tamers after meeting Ryo in the Digital World then commented as she leaned in, looking over Takato’s shoulder with her arms behind her back, smiled and then added. “Kazu said you had a talent for drawing.”
“It’s just something I’ve always liked doing.” Takato replied.
“Can I see?” Darcmon asked curiously, but didn’t let Takato give her an answer, for she reached for the sketchbook, snatching it from the Tamer’s grasp and started flipping through the pages.
Looking at some of the drawings, mainly of Guilmon and sometimes a random landscape, she remembered from their travels together, but finally stopped on one drawing, admiring it.
It was a young woman with red hair sitting on a park bench laughing at something off panel.
“This one is really good, who is she?” Darcmon asked, showing the drawing to Takato, who looked at it and suddenly snatched the book from Darcmon’s grasp.
“That’s no one...” He lied, taking time to look at the drawing before slamming the book shut.
Seeing Takato suddenly snap at her, Darcmon realized that she might’ve hit a sore subject with the boy, but she didn’t get a chance to respond, for the voice of Ryo suddenly caught both their attention.
“Hey! Takato, Darcmon! Glad you both are together!” Ryo shouted as he ran up to the two, showing that the Legendary Tamer had grown into a well toned young man, letting his hair grow out slightly, but kept his signature ‘lone wolf’ style and was dressed in black cargo pants and a leather jacket.
“What’s up Ryo? Looks like you have something important to tell us.” Darcmon said with her arms folded.
“Wait, where’s Kazu at?” She then asked, looking over his shoulder to see no sign of the Tamer.
“Heh, you’re lover boy is still asleep.” Ryo replied, gaining a sly smirk as he teased. “What did you two do last night huh?”
Darcmon didn’t respond right away.
Instead her cheeks flared up, while managing to stammer out a response. “N... nothing! We just had a talk, that’s all!”
“And I’m sure you wished it was more.” Ryo responded, laughing, making Darcmon’s blush deepen
“I... I...”Darcmon tried to say, only to get interrupted.
“What did you want to tell us?” Takato asked Ryo, rising to his feet, to which Ryo could tell from his friend’s look that he didn’t feel like joking around.
“Beelzemon and BelleStarmon just got back from their contact in this region. It looks like this place is a bust too. It doesn’t look like the girls were ever here.” Ryo said in reply.
And though the Tamers had made new allies, Ryo could see the anger in Takato’s eyes that they had yet to find Rika, Renamon or the others, causing Ryo to then take a deep breath as he continued, hating what he had to tell the Gogglehead.
“I also just got word from Yamaki... he’s calling us back.”
“What!?” Takato questioned and show his disapproval verbally. “Why? How can he call off the search like this? It’s only been a couple months!”
“Wait, calm down Takato.” Ryo said, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “It’s not like that. There’s trouble in the Real World too. Looks like a group of Meramon are trying to get a foothold in the smuggling business between worlds. Yamaki said that they have been trying to contact several different human criminal organizations. The Tamers, or what's left of them are needed.”
Takato removed Ryo’s hand from his shoulder and shook his head in defiance.
“No.” Takato uttered out.
“No?” Ryo repeated and had to ask. “What do you mean ‘no’?”
“Just what I said Ryo. I mean no. I’m not going to abandon the search.” Takato replied in a more strict tone.
Though Ryo understood where Takato was standing, being the kind to not turn his back on those close to him, Ryo then told Takato. “Listen, I said Yamaki isn’t giving up the search, just more important priorities have came up.”
“Nothing is more important than finding Rika and the others!” Takato shouted back.
“Takato... I think you’re letting your feelings get in the way of seeing the bigger picture here.” Ryo then said, causing Takato to question in a strangely cold tone. “And what do you mean by that?”
“You know what I mean. The way you feel about Rika and the fact you haven’t told her yet.” Ryo replied.
“So what? Yeah, I have feelings for her! Is it so bad to want to find the person you love?” Takato asked, speaking from his heart.
“Besides, I made a promise to her mother that I’d find and bring Rika back safe, I’m not going to break that promise!” He added.
Ryo was at a loss for words.
He tried to think of something to say that would convince Takato otherwise, but knew he couldn’t.
And with a change in his thoughts, Ryo then asked, “So what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to keep looking, without Yamaki’s consent.” Takato said in reply, turning around and walked right past Guilmon and Guardromon, causing the Digimon to stop their training and for Guilmon to follow his Tamer.
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