Renamon opened her eyes with a small groan. The waking grogginess quickly faded and she remembered where she was. A place far from where anyone she knew would be able to find her. If her previous nights were of any indication, it would be a far longer wait.

She used any available strength she could muster to try and tear apart the restraints keeping her in place. Normally such things wouldn’t be a problem. But not only was she not in her normal state of strength, the way she was tied up was an issue. Her right thigh was used as a counter weight, being forced to hold up high  while the other end was tied to the ends of her ears. Any unnecessary movement would just lead to more pain. She closed her eyes and felt a sickening heat persisting in the pit of her stomach. In the darkness surrounding her, her mind focused on it more than she wished. 

	‘... Where did that little rat run off to anyway?’ The thought crossed her mind with the ever persistent warmth not leaving her alone. 

Even with the darkness keeping her company, she refused to just lay still on whatever ground she was on. Renamon used her tail to feel out the area behind her. Carefully crawling around on the floor with her free leg, she was able to get a general layout of the room. Four walls but seemingly no door. 

Somewhat satisfied, Renamon took a deep breath through her nose as she got as comfortable as she could. The tape covering her mouth was annoying but given the circumstances, she couldn’t do much else. The solitided left her little else but to just think and try to figure a way out. In the midst of letting her mind drift, a certain someone came in. 

“Well look-e who’s up and awake!” From overhead, her body felt the taste of sunlight for a brief instance before darkness filled the room again. If it wasn’t the snide remark, the all to familiar sarcastic way of talking was a dead giveaway for who it was if she didn’t already know.
“Didja miss me? Of course you did! You’re already raring to go for round seventeen!” She the flickering of flames being formed. A dark purple fireball appeared in front of her with its creator, Impmon, right behind it. 

Renamon simply glared at him.

	“Aww don’t be like that toots! We both know you’re not as against it as you think ya are! At least according to your program anyway!” He laughed. She watched him walk away, leading the finger levitating the fireball to a series of candles around the room. “Though i’d make things a bit more on the romantic side, ya know? Getting you in a more breedn’ kinda mood.” As he lit the last candle, he blew out the fireball.

	‘Like I’d ever choose you!’ She growled in the back of her mind. Trying to say anything through the tape would be a waste of energy. 

	“Come on foxy, don’t be like that. Here, let’s get onto that round like I promised ya. I’ll be rougher than last time!”

Impmon approached her, cock already throbbing and soaking the ground. Renamon could only watch helplessly as he cuddled up to her, her newly heaving breasts being used as pillows and his arms around her. WIth her leg tied up she couldn’t try to close them, leaving her cum soaked digi-pussy all the exposed for her captor to enjoy once again. The fat cock sunk in with little resistance, gently rocking in inch by inch.

	“Can’t ya see this is a good thin’ here? Digi breeding rates are low enough with all you’s going over to the humans! Think of it like me and you just doing our part to keep us digimon in good quantity!” Impmon made himself at home in her cunt, grinding and digging further in, bottoming out. 

Renamon would argue back how vile she found the idea of being forced to breed with an evil monster like him, but all she could muster were grunts of forced pleasure and the best glare her icy blue eyes could muster. Despite his small body, Impmon was making a definite impact with his oversized meat. He meant it when he said he was gonna be rougher. Every pump into her cunt was hard enough to knock the air out of her, putting her in a loop of gasping moans and trying to catch her breath. Her new hefty mammaries were forcibly shaking with every bash, not listening to her 

	“Ah yeah babe! You’re loving it! 

	‘Disgusting… Runt!’ Her mind raced with various insults to throw at him, trying to push out the fact she was teetering over  the edge of sweet release, doing her damndest to hold herself back and giving him the pleasure

… Again.

Just a few strokes into the matter and she felt the sickeningly familiar splash of jizzism being released into her once again. Renamon clenched her teeth as hard as she could, as her instincts took over. Her vulva sucked and gripped on his dark purple meat with every thrust and spasm. The more she tried to suppress her climax, the hotter and intense it became. 

	“Mhhh yeaaahhh… See now, it's not so bad is it? You get to feel good and got a stud like me packing away at ya!” Impmon went balls deep with every word. The heat she gave off in the otherwise mild room was more than welcoming and he wanted as much of it as he could get. Every breath he could, he smell the air surrounding them. The nights of hourless poundings lingered in their little love shack. He wasn’t gonna let all his efforts go to waste either. He made sure to cuddle up as close as he could into his sweet fluffy mate, grinding the angry, swollen tip of his cock right up against her cervix. The entrance tried its best to fight back but just like the many times before, it gave away and let the unwanted guest inside.
“Gotta get nice and close to dem eggs inside ya….” The words danced and ticked along her tied up ears as a second orgasm washed over. Just like the nights before, Renamon released a strained growl that melted into whimper, a final grasp of resistance as she let her digi juices soak and fuel his burning rod. The floor below was awash with their mating residue. Both participants stood still as they slowly came down from their sexual highs. Impmon still firmly balls deep inside. Renamon straining to keep whatever stoic composure she had before, turned into bitter indifference as she tried to hide her inner enjoyment.

‘Its seeping in again…’ She herself wasn’t sure what she meant. Either the wasted seed and her cum on the ground….

Or the mess of Impmon’s spunk being forced fed into her womb, the annoying, evil beasts offspring trying to take root in one of her precious eggs. 

The sudden heart pounding trial after being locked away had its effect on her. Her eyes hung heavy, trying to and succeeding into lulling her to a deep sleep. As her mind began to drift again, the last words she heard left her with a bitter knot forming in her stomach.

	“You won’t get what you want, till I get what I want Foxy. So let’s get ready for the next rounds, shall we?”

Sheer darkness.

Renamon saw herself floating in a dark abyss. Her body free from the forces of gravity like a bird in the skies or a balloon. Images of her fellow digimon allies, the other tamers but above all else…

	‘Rika…’

From the darkness, she looked down at her body, seeing it as clear as a cloudless day. 

Movement.

Looking past her breasts, she swore she saw something move. 

Her fears came true as she watched and felt her wet hole being filled out, forcibly expanding to accompany whatever monster was inside her. As she tried to move her arms and legs, they wouldn’t listen to her commands. Locked down as tight as a banks deepest vault. The darkness and her own body began to fade away, leaving the dreamworld behind...

	“Unf! Oh heya Fox face, finally coming around, eh?”

	“Mmm…?”

Renamon’s eyes finally opened up once again. It took her a few moments to realize what had happened. 

Renamon was strapped to a frame of some sort, hanging onto it upside down with her legs spread apart and her arms tied down to her legs through the fram. She looked up to see her tormentor, currently pounding away at her like she was a toy. Cum from his constant attempts to knock her up long since spilled out like milk and drying over her new formed spunk bucket of an inflated womb. 

	“MMMH?!” 

	“Shouldn’t underestimate a virus type digimon, also known as, me! Hope you don’t mind but I’ve been knocking on your front door for the last few hours!”

Renamon knee he was telling the truth. If the little bastard was anything, it was determined. All the proof she needed was right inside her, sloshing around like the cum bucket she’d been turned into. She struggled to move, to throw him off but her strength had long since been sapped away over the countless ruts by now. 

	“You know, Rene, baby, Figured you’d be grateful!” He laughed as he kept pounding into her harder and faster.

	“Whhha!?” She managed to snarl through the new muzzle currently keeping her from speaking. The burst of energy didn’t last as she went back to her forcibly neutral position. 

	“Might as-oh fuck yeah-well scramble those eggs of yours before they spoil right? It’d be a waste to let good ol breeding material just waste away while under the humans control! Not like… They…! Can…! Oh fuck getting close!” Any cum that hadn’t already made its way inside her was being fucked out of her, creating a sticky splash of a mess from her center. The instinct in her code wasn’t listening to anything her mind tried to tell it, only adhering to the protocol to pass on her genes. “Not like the humans can do anything with’em! Yeah, that’s what I was gonna say! Not when you got a world class in training stud like me to give’em the nutrients they need!!”

	‘I’ll never let you!’ Renamon cried out from her mind. The faster motion pulled out another orgaism from her body, leaving her a shaking mess as her womb turned into a bounce house for the end of his cock to push around in. 

	“You know the best part about being a virus? We get into just about anything with enough time!” He gloated as his onslaught came to a sudden stop. “HHNG! BADA BOOM!” Renamon clenched her eyes shut knowing what was about to happen. The extra force of gravity kept him nestled deep in her womanly core. She felt him beginning to thicken, engorge with blood before the largest wave of virus seed yet strike her directly in her uterus, forcing the bulge to grow ever so slightly larger than before. The volume felt so heavy and came so fast Renamon could shudder in a mix of disgust and the deep seated and hidden delight at the thought of being bred by a worthless digimon like him. She couldn’t help but imagine her ovaries being flooded, barely able to protect against his seed trying to invade her defenseless eggs.  
	“That’s right… Take it. Every. Last. Drop.

	‘When… I get… Out of here…’ She forced herself to look back up to Impmon, panting, smiling and looking back at her with his cocky grin.

	‘Yeah, that’s right. Keep giving me that look. Think it’ll give me enough motivation to go for round thirty-eight! Or was it fourty? Well what’eva, we’ll get there either way!” Renamon could feel her stoic determination melt into depraved joy as Impmon’s greedy cock was already waking backup, ready to add another one to the counter. 
	“Here we go!” As the words left his lips, Renamon could only watch and feel the freshly ladened seed being either scrapped out and sent further inside her.

Only time would tell if Impmon would succeed…