Daniel had anticipated this betrayal long ago. That's why he had already stored both the Crest of Light and Gatomon's holy ring safely inside the Ring of Dominion—far beyond anyone's reach.
"Gatomon... trying to steal my Crest? Planning to betray me?"
His piercing gaze swept over her, as if he could see straight into her soul. Gatomon felt utterly exposed—every hidden thought, every flicker of doubt laid bare under that crimson stare.
She said nothing. Instead, her agile body lunged forward, claws extended toward the glowing Crest in his hand, ready to fight to the death.
Daniel didn't pull away. He extended the hand holding the Crest toward her—only for it to vanish in a shimmer right before her eyes.
"Where... where did it go?"
Gatomon froze for a split second. That was all the time Daniel needed. His fingers clamped around her slender neck like iron, lifting her effortlessly off the bed. Gatomon struggled fiercely, her sharp feline claws raking at his arm, drawing thin lines of blood that healed almost instantly. She glared up at him with that same pure, defiant light in her eyes—the gaze the original Myotismon had always hated, the one that burned with unyielding hope.
"Excellent," Daniel murmured, a cold smile curling his lips. "It seems you've already found the eighth source. Otherwise, you wouldn't have risked coming here to steal the Crest."
He didn't explode in rage as she expected. Instead, his voice was calm, almost amused—low and velvety, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine.
"Tell me. Where is the eighth chosen one—Hikari Yagami?"
"Myotismon, you're wasting your breath. I won't say anything!"
Gatomon twisted her head away, determination etched on her face like a martyr ready for execution. Her chest heaved with rapid breaths, fur bristling, nipples already stiffening from the adrenaline and fear.
"Is that so?" Daniel's grip tightened just enough to make her gasp—her throat constricting under his palm, pulse hammering against his fingers. "You know what happens when you anger me. Not just your little friend Wizardmon... but every child in the area could pay for your defiance."
He spoke as if discussing the weather—casual, detached, terrifying.
Gatomon's expression twisted in agony. If looks could kill, Daniel would have been obliterated a hundred times over. Tears of rage welled in her eyes, but she remained silent.
Daniel sighed dramatically and released her neck—only to summon the blood whip in an instant. The crimson lash coiled around her wrists with a wet, slick sound, binding them tightly behind her back with supernatural strength. The strands were warm—almost alive—pulsing faintly against her fur like a second heartbeat. Another flick wrapped her ankles, forcing her legs apart and securing them to the chair legs with a sharp snap. Her thighs trembled as the whip spread her wide, exposing her slick, swollen folds to the cool air. A third strand snaked around her tail, yanking it upward and back, arching her spine painfully and thrusting her small, firm breasts forward until her nipples pointed straight at him.
The bindings were tight but not cutting—every slight movement caused them to rub against her sensitive skin, sending tiny jolts of pain and unwanted heat straight to her core.
"You leave me no choice."
He lifted her effortlessly and carried her to a heavy wooden chair in the corner of the room—one he had prepared earlier for exactly this scenario. The wood was cold against her fur as he forced her to sit. The whip tightened further, locking her in place—arms pinned behind, chest thrust forward, legs spread obscenely wide, her dripping pussy glistening in the dim light.
Gatomon struggled, muscles straining, but every twist only made the whip bite deeper into her wrists and ankles, the friction teasing her inner thighs and making her clit throb with shameful need.
"Let's see how long that stubborn silence lasts."
Daniel circled her slowly, deliberately. His fingers trailed along her cheek—cool against her heated skin—then down her neck, over the rapid flutter of her pulse. He paused at her small but firm breasts, cupping one roughly, thumb flicking her already rock-hard nipple. Gatomon bit back a whimper, hating how her body arched into his touch.
"You've always been so pure... so defiant." His voice dropped to a whisper, breath hot against her ear. "But purity breaks beautifully under pressure."
He summoned a second whip—this one thinner, more flexible, with tiny barbs that wouldn't tear but would sting like fire. With a casual flick, it cracked across her inner thigh. The sharp sting exploded across her skin—hot, burning, radiating outward in waves. Gatomon cried out, hips bucking involuntarily, her soaked folds clenching around nothing.
"Still silent?" Another lash—this time across her other thigh, then higher—across her sensitive mound. The barbed tip grazed her swollen clit, sending a shock of pain-pleasure straight to her core. Her juices dripped visibly onto the chair, the wet sound obscene in the quiet room.
Each strike sent jolts of agony mixed with unwanted arousal through her. Gatomon's breathing grew ragged, fur standing on end, nipples painfully hard and aching for more. The scent of her arousal filled the air—sweet and musky, betraying her completely.
"Where is she, Gatomon?"
No answer.
Daniel knelt before her, eyes level with hers. His hand slid between her bound legs, fingers brushing her dripping folds—already soaked despite her resistance. He circled her clit slowly, teasing, then plunged two fingers deep inside her tight heat. The wet squelch was loud in the silence.
"Look at you... betraying your master, yet your pussy is honest." He curled his fingers, hitting that perfect spot over and over while his thumb worked her clit in tight, relentless circles. "Tell me where Hikari is... and I'll let you cum. Keep silent... and I'll edge you until you break."
Gatomon bit her lip until it bled, trembling. Her hips ground against his hand despite herself, desperate for release. But she shook her head, tears streaming.
Daniel's smile turned darker. He withdrew his fingers just as she neared the edge—leaving her aching, empty, whimpering. Her pussy clenched around nothing, juices dripping in slow, glistening strands.
"Not yet."
He stood and summoned more whips—thin strands that wrapped around her breasts, squeezing them tightly like living ropes. The tips coiled around her nipples like tiny clamps, tugging rhythmically, pulling them taut until they throbbed with pain and need. Another set bound her tail, pulling it upward to expose her completely, while a final whip trailed between her legs, the barbed tip lightly slapping her clit with every breath she took—each tiny impact sending shocks of overstimulation through her.
Gatomon's body was on fire—pain and pleasure blending into overwhelming sensation. Her pussy clenched desperately, clit swollen and hypersensitive, every breath making the clamps tug harder on her nipples.
Daniel leaned in close, breath hot against her ear.
"Now... let's see how long you can last before you beg for mercy."
He began a slow, deliberate torment:
- Fingers returning to pump inside her—three now—stretching her tight walls, curling to hit her g-spot with ruthless precision, bringing her to the brink in seconds—then stopping.
- The whip lashing her breasts—sharp cracks across the soft mounds, leaving red welts beneath the fur, making her nipples burn.
- His mouth descending to suck one clamped nipple—teeth grazing, tongue flicking—while his free hand pinched the other until she screamed.
- A thin whip between her legs—snapping directly against her clit, each strike making her hips jerk, juices squirting in tiny spurts.
- Then fingers again—thrusting fast, thumb grinding her clit—pushing her to the edge... only to pull away at the last second.
Hours seemed to pass in that haze of torment. Gatomon's defiance cracked. Tears streamed down her face as her body betrayed her—hips grinding desperately against empty air, voice breaking into soft, broken pleas.
"Please... Master... I can't... I need to cum... please..."
Daniel's fingers stilled inside her once more.
"Where is she?"
Gatomon sobbed, utterly broken.
"Hikari... she's... in the house near the park... please... let me cum... I'll be good..."
Daniel smiled triumphantly. He thrust his fingers deep and fast, thumb pressing hard on her clit.
"Then cum for your Master—like the obedient pet you are."
Gatomon's body convulsed—orgasm crashing over her like a storm. She screamed, juices squirting in powerful arcs over his hand and the floor as waves of ecstasy ripped through her bound form, wings of phantom light flickering behind her, body shaking uncontrollably.
Daniel withdrew slowly, licking his soaked fingers clean with deliberate slowness, savoring her taste.
"Good girl," he purred. "You've earned a reward... but remember—betrayal has consequences."
He unbound her ankles—but kept her wrists secured. Then he lifted her trembling, sweat-slicked body and laid her across the bed.
"Now... let's continue your training. You'll learn exactly what happens to disloyal pets."
The whips returned—binding her spread-eagle, teasing every inch of her oversensitive body. Thin strands coiled around her thighs, pulling them wide; clamps tightened on her nipples, tugging with every breath; a vibrating whip tip hovered just above her clit, never quite touching—driving her insane with need.
Daniel leaned over her, voice low and dangerous.
"Next time you think of betrayal... remember how wet you got from being punished."
Gatomon's only response was a broken whimper—body already aching for more despite herself.
Outside, the fog grew thicker. Hikari was close... and time was running out.