Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Mistakes We Make ❯ Day One - Capture and Slavery ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

This is my personal pet monster - you may or may not have read this before on fanfiction.net (otherwise known as weblowdonkeys.com). This is the New and Improved! Version though, in which I have fixed numerous typos and little ... oddnesses of language that bothered me before.

I don't own Digimon yet, and haven't gotten permission to mangle their characters this way. And mangle them I do. I will not be held responsible for any mental trauma you may experience as a result of reading this fanfic - consider yourself FAIRLY WARNED. It is brutal and violent and contains graphic depictions of sexual acts, all of them between two persons of the male gender, and most of the non-consensual. If you continue to read, knowing this, and are offended, then you have nobody but yourself to blame. This is the only disclaimer you will receive during this fic.

*******************************

The word went out across the Kaizer's empire : there was a moratorium on conquest for the time being. Build no more spires, the orders went, hold what you have already and take no more. Defend your territory and await further instructions.

Reasons for the change were not included, as the Kaizer felt no need to justify his decisions to his slaves, but rumor swiftly carried them across the land to the curious armies of Digimon anyway. Those who lived in and around the Kaizer's fortress, or those who were involved in the critical incident chatted about it to their friends, and so forth, until everyone under the Kaizer's control knew. The Digimon Kaizer had captured one of the human children who were opposing him, and wished to spend some uninterrupted time with his newest acquisition.

It was strange, but they obeyed. They had no other choice.

Daisuke awoke to a dull pounding in his head, neck, and shoulders, along with a variety of other little aches and pains that betrayed the locations of what were probably scrapes and bruises. He felt like the ball at the end of a soccer match, and in other circumstances he would have been more than happy to retreat back into pain-free sleep, no matter that he was laying on his side on what felt like a cold floor. Unfortunately, a niggling little worry kept tapping him for attention, until he finally just gave up and tried to remember what he was worried about.

Oh yeah! The Digimon Kaizer! Shit!

His eyes snapped open, and he attempted to scrambled to his feet. This plan was thwarted by the cause of the throbbing ache in his neck and shoulders - the ropes binding his arms tightly together behind his back. The instant he pulled on them in his efforts to stand up, lightning flashed through the stiffened muscles and drew a low groan of pain from his throat. He closed his eyes again for a moment.

Footsteps approached. "Well, it's about time you woke up," said a low-pitched voice. The mocking edge left no doubts about its owner, even had Daisuke not recognized it. The Kaizer.

Experimentally, Daisuke wiggled his hands and feet, gauging the extent of his bindings. Each wrist had been bound to the elbow of the other arm, which must have been uncomfortable to start, and which now was excruciating whenever he moved. His ankles had also been tied together, and drawn up behind him; from the odd pulling sensation when he tried to straighten his legs, there was a rope connecting his arms and legs as well. There was no way he could stand up. He might be able to pull himself into a kneeling position, if he really gave it an effort and was willing to endure the protests of his muscles and joints.

Throughout this learning period, the Kaizer was silent, and Daisuke kept his eyes closed. Maybe if he couldn't see the Kaizer, the Kaizer wouldn't be able to see him.

Finally, conceding the futility of struggling, Daisuke said, "What do you want with me?" His voice roughened about halfway through, and he coughed to clear his throat.

"Entertainment," said the Kaizer.

Opening his eyes and squinting up at the boy standing over him, Daisuke was outraged. "What? I'm not here for your amusement!"

"Why, of course you are!" The Kaizer chuckled. "The entire digital world is here for my amusement, and, at the moment, you are a part of it."

"So what, are you going to make me fight against Gotsumon or something? You're really sick, you know that? And where's Veemon?"

An impersonal kick connected with the side of Daisuke's head, very measured. The blow went through his head like an explosion, turning the dull throbbing into a burst of white stars; Daisuke couldn't bite back a soft cry. "To answer your questions, no, no I didn't know that because it's not true, and in my dungeon being fitted with a dark spiral. Next time you want information, do try to be more polite about asking. I'm your master now, and you will behave as such."

When Daisuke felt he could trust his voice again, he said, "Why are you doing this? Let me go." In spite of his efforts, the words came out soft and squeaky through the pain. There was far too much wrongness here for him to focus on Veemon getting spiraled, although his heart sank when he heard it.

In a rustle of fabric, the Kaizer crouched beside him. Gloved fingers went gently through his hair. "Oh, Daisuke. Don't make this harder on yourself than it has to be." Two fingertips found a certain point on Daisuke's neck behind the ear and pressed. It felt like hot needles being rammed into the spot, and the pain spread down from there in lines of cramped muscles. Daisuke bit his lip against a scream and jerked violently to escape. Only there was no escape.

It took a moment for Daisuke to realize when the Kaizer's fingers had left the pressure point. He fought a wave of nausea and pressed his hot cheek to the cool floor beneath him. The Kaizer went back to stroking his hair, and the sensation was tender and almost pleasant. Daisuke shivered.

"Your life has undergone a rather significant change," said the Kaizer. "You belong to me now. Your body? Mine. Your mind? Mine. Your soul, your feelings, your pain? Mine. You own nothing now, it all belongs to me, and my goal for the near future is to make you believe that. You will believe it eventually, and it will be hard for you, but it doesn't have to be unbearable. Do you understand?"

"No," croaked Daisuke. The Kaizer's words hit a hard wall of defiance within him, and no matter the risk of what the Kaizer would do to him for contradicting him, he couldn't just roll over and accept this. He couldn't.

"I'll make you understand," the Kaizer assured him, "and I expect you to resist me. You see, I think you're beautiful under normal circumstances, but when you're in pain, you're breathtaking. I'm going to torture you. A lot. Not much that I do to you will leave permanent marks or scar you, because I want you to remain beautiful, so you don't have to worry about that. But I will mark you, and I will hurt you. Sometimes, you'll probably beg me to just kill you and get it over with. But I won't kill you, Daisuke, and I won't give you a chance to kill yourself. You're going to live with me for a very long time, and if you're very good and obedient, and very lucky, maybe someday you'll learn to love the pain and be happy."

"No," said Daisuke again. Bleakness reared up within him, but he fought against it with his anger and his defiance. The Kaizer had no right to say these things to him, no right to threaten him in this way! He wouldn't sit still for this!

Never did it cross his mind that the Kaizer might not mean what he was saying. Daisuke knew that the boy meant every word.

Rising, the Kaizer picked up Daisuke by the collar of his jacket and threw him onto a higher-level surface that bounced slightly. Turning to scan his new surroundings, Daisuke concluded that he was now laying face-down on, of all things, a bed. He shivered again, but his mind was unable to adequately process what the Kaizer was doing as his ankles were untied and his legs allowed to straighten. His knees screamed at this, and he tried to kick out at the Kaizer, but muscles that had been locked into one position for hours were too weak and uncoordinated to hit their target. Effortlessly, the Kaizer retied him, so that his chest and belly rested on the bed, but his feet were on the floor and his knees spread. Daisuke fought this the whole way, but the unruffled Kaizer had no difficulty in forcing him to go into the desired position.

Once the Kaizer was satisfied, Daisuke tried to pull himself up so that he was standing, but his bent knees had been forced so far apart that this proved impossible. The Kaizer permitted him this effort, and rage warmed Daisuke's skin when he failed to do it. Sweating a little, he fell back down onto the bed, not at all liking this. He felt exposed.

"What are you going to do to me?" he demanded, a little fearfully despite his best efforts to keep his apprehension out of his voice.

"You're so beautiful," breathed the Kaizer, and something pressed against Daisuke's rear end. It took only a moment to identify the odd shape that edged between his spread buttocks through his clothing, and Daisuke trembled. One of the Kaizer's hands slid up the loose leg of his shorts, gripping and kneading his thigh.

Daisuke spent another minute or so fighting the ropes holding him so helplessly before the Kaizer, and trying to battle down the prickling sensation creeping over his skin. Something flat and cool slipped beneath the waistband of his shorts and tugged; a moment later, the fabric tore against what Daisuke could only guess was a knife, and air moved across his skin. He struggled and bit his lip, terrified.

He's not really going to rape me, he's just trying to scare me and doing a good job, he's just a regular kid like me, I bet he's not even gay, he's ...

These attempts to reassure himself were cut short by an involuntary squeak of surprise and terror as the Kaizer's gloved fingers touched his scrotum and began to stroke gently backwards and upwards. "Someday," the Kaizer said softly, "you'll give yourself to me willingly, because when I'm inside you, your pain will sometimes stop for a little while. Sometimes. You'll want me to take you and beg for my body."

Finding his voice at last when the Kaizer's fingers found their target, Daisuke said, "Ken, please, don't do this." He yelped as one smoothly-gloved finger gently pressed its way inside, and he struggled frantically. There had to be some way to get away from that invading finger, but if there was, he couldn't find it. It followed every motion of his hips, pressing further in. His cheeks burned with shame.

"Don't deny that you want this," said the Kaizer. "I know you do. Look at you, with your legs spread, your clothes off, inviting me to touch you, moving to drive my finger deeper into you." He wiggled his fingertip within Daisuke, and touched something ... different. Daisuke gasped, heedless of the tears streaming down his cheeks. "Yes," cooed the Kaizer. "I know you want it."

"No," moaned Daisuke, as the Kaizer removed his finger. He meant it as a denial of the Kaizer's words, of what he was pretty sure was coming next, but the Kaizer chose to interpret the word differently.

"Don't worry, you'll get what you want." Sounds came from behind him, the Kaizer doing something to prepare.

What came next was exactly what Daisuke had feared, and he thrashed at the first feeling of warm flesh pressing against him. This only succeeded in accidentally pressing back against the invader a bit, and the head of the Kaizer's penis popped easily inside him, slicked with lubricant. "No," said Daisuke again, begging with his voice. "Don't do this to me, please don't!" He was ashamed to find that he was weeping.

"It's all right," said the Kaizer, his voice roughening as his cock pressed in deeper, stretching Daisuke painfully and making the smaller boy choke down cries. "Remember, you belong to me now."

It's no use, thought Daisuke, in anguish. There was no physical way to escape what the Kaizer was doing to him, and no way to change the Kaizer's mind. He heard the Kaizer groan in pleasure, but there was no pleasure in this for Daisuke, only a strange and mildly disturbing feeling of being filled from behind, and the awful pain at the opening to his rectum where the tissues had been bruised. The Kaizer started to move inside him, and brushed against those bruises with every thrust; the pain grew steadily worse until Daisuke had to bite the bedcovers beneath him to hold in the screams.

The Kaizer's hands remained on Daisuke's hips, holding him steady although Daisuke had ceased to struggle. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the Kaizer made a soft coughing sound and buried himself deeply within Daisuke's body, spasming in orgasm. Daisuke shut his eyes and pressed his face into the blankets, feeling empty, used, dirty, intimately hurt. Behind his back, his fists clenched.

The Kaizer remained inside him for a long time, breathing heavily and bracing himself against Daisuke's hips. Withdrawing at last, he said, "I'm going to have to punish you now."

That wasn't punishment enough? thought Daisuke, although he couldn't work up the bravado to say it. His legs were untied and the Kaizer hauled him up by his bound arms, holding him upright because, to Daisuke's shame, his knees were now too weak to support him.

"You called me by my name," said the Kaizer, and it took a few seconds for Daisuke to drag the fact out of his memory that yes, indeed he had. "That's not allowed." Still half-carrying Daisuke, he brought the boy over to a table and lifted him to sit up on it. Moisture leaking out of Daisuke's ass made him slide a little, and he flushed with shame at what the Kaizer had done to him already. He tried to pull free of the Kaizer's grasp, but he was too shaky still, and his ankles were soon chained to two of the table's corners.

The Kaizer locked a set of cuffs on his wrists before untying him; these were already attached via chains to the table's other two corners, and were retracted once Daisuke's arms had been loosed from ropes, giving him no opportunity to escape or even fight back. The moment the ropes came loose, the chains drew his arms up until he was reclining, spread-eagled, on the table. He shut his eyes, and the Kaizer wiped the tears off his face with one gentle hand.

"I know you didn't know any better, but I can't let you get away with that," said the Kaizer. "You may always beg me for mercy, but you will call me 'master' when you do it. You're very beautiful, and I enjoyed myself very much, but no matter how you've pleased me, I'm going to have to give you a lesson now because of that."

"I hate you," whispered Daisuke, looking up at him.

"I know, but you'll learn to love me soon." The knife made another appearance, and the remainder of Daisuke's clothes were sliced off of him. The Kaizer placed one soft kiss on each of Daisuke's nipples as he tossed the scraps of fabric away. "You should never wear clothes," he said. "You're too beautiful for that, and I want to be able to see every inch of you. Now, say, 'Yes, master.'"

"No," said Daisuke, pulling against the chains, although these were just as impossible to escape as the ropes had been earlier. He could almost feel the Kaizer's possessive gaze upon his naked body, and he felt like crying again.

"That's not what I told you to say," said the Kaizer, with the tone of one who is correcting a child. He stripped off his gloves and began to roughly massage Daisuke's right nipple between his thumb and fingers. This was almost pleasant at first, but as the sensitive flesh reacted and hardened to pert attention, it became a bit uncomfortable. Still working the nipple with one hand, the Kaizer reached over with the other and opened a drawer set into the side of the table.

Daisuke, his breath coming quickly in fear of what the Kaizer was going to do to him, turned to see what was going on, and caught a glimpse of the blue-haired boy dipping a needle into a dark brown jar of fluid. "What's that?" he asked, dreading the answer and cold with fear.

Without replying, the Kaizer brought the wet needle up and, pinching Daisuke's nipple hard enough to bring tears to his victim's eyes, he pricked the tip of the needle into the waiting pink flesh.

At first, there was only a slight pain from the needle itself. However, as the Kaizer rubbed his nipple and dipped the needle again in preparation for another dose of whatever that was, Daisuke began to feel warmth spread out from the spot, warmth that quickly became burning. The mild discomfort of the Kaizer's attentions soon became agonizing, and the second needle prick made him scream. It felt as if his nipple were on fire, like ants were chewing on it, as if he'd been pierced with electrified needles instead of damp ones. And the pain kept building, going from agony to unbearable agony, to such incredible agony that Daisuke had never believed that pain quite that intense had been possible.

"It's a type of snake venom," said the Kaizer, finally answering his question, although Daisuke no longer cared about the answer. He only wanted this unbelievable pain in his nipple to cease. "You'll be a bit sick for a few days after this, but for the time being all it does is hurt. And it does hurt quite badly, doesn't it?" He did something one-handed in the drawer, probably capping the jar again and putting the needle away, and then closed the drawer entirely. Never, throughout this, did the motions of his fingers on the tortured nipple cease.

"Stop, please stop!" screamed Daisuke. He kicked, and yanked, and pulled, and tried to no avail to avoid the fingers that were causing him such torment by kneading the poisoned flesh. "Please!" he cried, over and over, until the word melted into a meaningless syllable.

Abruptly, the Kaizer lifted his hand from Daisuke's chest, and although the nipple still burned fiercely, the pain became bearable now that it wasn't being rubbed. Daisuke collapsed against the table, panting, his headache pounding. The Kaizer laid his hand instead on Daisuke's sweating forehead; the Kaizer's cool hand felt very nice against Daisuke's overheated skin. "I'm not asking very much," he said softly, almost kindly. "Just say it for me, and I'll give you a break from your torture."

He wasn't promising to stop torturing Daisuke altogether, and Daisuke moaned. He had to get away from here. He believed the Kaizer's earlier words, that his life would be spent in horrible pain like this just so the Kaizer could enjoy watching him writhe, with no end to his suffering. No end to this ... ever. But he could stop it for a little while, by giving the Kaizer what he wanted.

With a disappointed sigh, the Kaizer removed his hand from Daisuke's forehead and dropped it to the inflamed nipple again. He lightly stroked the hypersensitive flesh, making Daisuke gasp and shudder at the teasing taste of hell. Then, abruptly, the torture began again as the Kaizer pinched Daisuke's nipple hard and began his rough massage anew.

Daisuke screamed, holding the promised power to make this stop on the tip of his tongue but giving voice to everything but. Call him master, call him master, demanded a part of him, a self-preserving animal part that only wanted to survive and live in a painless environment. Daggers of fire shot several inches down into Daisuke's chest with every pinch and squeeze, and Daisuke could hear himself becoming hoarse as he continued to beg for release from this. Then, without the consent of his conscious mind, his voice cried out, "Master! Master, please, please master stop!"

Instantly, the pain died back down to the growling burn as the Kaizer stopped what he was doing. "Very good. See how easy and rewarding it can be to be good, Daisuke? Now, say it again. What are you to call me?"

Sobbing again at his weakness, Daisuke was silent at first. But when the Kaizer's fingertips touched his nipple again, he gasped, "Master!" to forestall more torture.

The Kaizer nodded, a self-satisfied little smirk tugging on the corner of his mouth. "Good boy," he said, as if to a dog. Then he disappeared from Daisuke's field of view for a little while.

Daisuke couldn't believe how quickly all of this had happened. What was he now? Some kind of toy for the Kaizer? He shifted his chest from side to side, as his nipple itched beneath the hot pain present in it.

"Wanting more?" asked the Kaizer from the other side of the room, sounding amused. "Do you like what I'm doing to you that much?"

"No!" said Daisuke quickly, his blood running cold at the prospect. Oops, that came out sounding a little curt. "No, m-master."

The Kaizer returned, carrying something that looked suspiciously like a collar and leash. "Oh, I like the sound of that. That's good. You should please me whenever you can, because although I'll hurt you when I'm pleased with you, I'll hurt you a lot worse if you make me unhappy with you."

"No, d-don't ... " whimpered Daisuke, terrified of having to go through that again.

"Don't worry, you've pleased me very much for the moment." The Kaizer stroked his face and then reached with the collar to buckle it around Daisuke's throat. "Later, we won't need things like this, because I'll put a little device inside you." One of the Kaizer's hands drifted down from his neck to tickle Daisuke just below the breastbone. "I've designed this thing just for you, Daisuke. It will sit inside you and wait, and it won't hurt you as long as you're within this room because of the code on the walls. As long as it can feel the presence of the code, it will be dormant, but if you walk out the door or if the code becomes damaged in any way, it will incapacitate you with pain."

Daisuke stared at him. The Kaizer finished attaching the collar and stood back holding the leash. "I said I would give you a break, though, and I'm afraid that implanting my little invention is going to hurt you a lot. So we'll do that tomorrow."

"Why are you doing this to me?" asked Daisuke softly.

"Because I love you," said the Kaizer gently. "And I want to appreciate you properly, forever."

The Kaizer freed Daisuke from the chains and led him back to the bed by the leash. Too exhausted to fight, Daisuke allowed the Kaizer to attach the leash to the headboard, and then bind his arms behind his back again. He had a good idea of what the Kaizer was going to do to him next and, as promised, he was almost looking forward to it, because he knew it wouldn't hurt as much as some of the other things the Kaizer could be doing instead.

He lay on the bed, waiting, while the Kaizer turned out all the lights except for one small one on a table beside the bed. Then the Kaizer got undressed and slipped into bed with Daisuke, running his hands eagerly over his captive an instant later. Dull with the aftereffects of being tortured, and starting to feel nauseated from the venom, Daisuke put up no resistance at all.

So this was it. The Kaizer had been aroused by making Daisuke suffer, and now was going to sate his unholy lust on the same body that he'd used to cause it. Daisuke had the feeling that this was going to be the cycle of his life for a long time, until the Kaizer became bored with him or something else happened to release him from this awful situation. He whimpered softly when the Kaizer pressed himself against his back and forced his way inside.

The imbalance of it all was like a weight on Daisuke's chest as his master raped him again. The Kaizer's power over him was absolute, and at the moment unbreakable. What the Kaizer had said was true, that he owned Daisuke utterly; although the red-haired boy didn't want to believe it, and wanted nothing more than to return to his normal boring life, he couldn't deny this fact. In very little time at all, and with almost no effort whatsoever, he had proven his claim. In fact, the very lack of effort on the Kaizer's part made Daisuke squirm with humiliation. He hadn't been broken yet, but he'd been cracked by being forced to call his torturer "master," and the Kaizer hadn't even broken a sweat doing it.

The Kaizer was sweating now, of course, groaning passionately into Daisuke's neck as he exhausted his desire in his victim's body. It was taking a lot longer this time than it had the first, and Daisuke began to weep silently into the pillows. He hated the Kaizer, but he hated himself as well, for giving in so easily.

At long last, the Kaizer moaned against Daisuke's shoulder and came inside him, shaking with the pleasure he took from his captive's body. "You're so wonderful," whispered the Kaizer as he licked Daisuke's earlobe. "I'm so happy I was able to catch you."

Daisuke trembled as the Kaizer petted him some more and then drifted off to sleep, still inside him. He lay awake for a long time, crying into the darkness of the room, silently so as not to waken the creature nestled against his back.