"Those are pretty impressive animatronics," a man muttered to himself. His eyes were glued to his computer screen, watching with perversion and deep interest as a video played. Some far-too-lucky guy was plowing a cat cosplayer right there in broad daylight in a park. Exhibitionism had been taken to its extreme. Originally the man was going to find a quick video to end the night and pop his libido, but at this point he was impressed at both the audacity of the couple and the extent of her costume. Unless it wasn't actually some sort of fetish getup. Who would really risk a costume like that? Based on the bad framing, shaky camera, and angle, it was clear someone filmed this on a phone rather than a real machine. They were completely caught in the moment.
Interest got the better of him, and the man scrolled down to the comments for any possible context. Most of it consisted of spam bots and the usual gaggle of idiots exclaiming how hot it was. Then came one little comment rattling on about... Digimon? Like the franchise? He scrolled back up to the video. He vaguely recalled that being one of those monster things. Then it was cosplay? It had been far too long since he had even thought about those, but some spark of a fond memory still resided in his mind for it. The comment, however, went one step further and insisted this was some sort of grand conspiracy to rival grey aliens. They were real? The man chuckled. Sure thing, buddy.
Rumors were swirling about of creatures – and apparently lithe women – appearing out of the blue just by scrolling through the internet. Nothing official yet, at least not that he heard on TV. Clearly the guy on the screen had hit the jackpot for sure. That really couldn't be the case though, could it? He opened a new tab in his browser and typed up some search terms, lust turning to curiosity. 'Digital creatures' seemed apt, as just searching 'Digimon' would probably give the wrong results. Instantly he was hit with pages upon pages of conspiracy websites and forums all in a stir over these things. Who could blame them? Free woman off the net? Yes, please.
Page after page, the man went through these crazy ramblings of creatures, objects, and most prominently odd women popping up and then disappearing just as quick. Most people only had blurry pictures or terribly written first hand accounts. Funny how the clearest video he could find of one was one getting it up the behind. He pulled his camera off his chair by its strap. Why'd it always have to be amateurs taking pictures of cryptids? He started fiddling with it in-between reading some of the insanity people were talking about. Things like a dragon made out of guns or a demon with gangly limbs. A marionette? A catgirl with two tails. He stopped his fiddling and looked to the post that mentioned it. Two tails, check. Patterned pants, check. Large claw hands, double check. He switched back to the porn tab. Those two were now fucking directly on the grass. "Sheesh." He wouldn't mind having one of those Digimon if she looked like that.
Turning his attention back to forums, the cameraman started entertaining all sorts of crazy theories. Government hallucinogens. Aliens. Internet terrorism! He wasn't sure what he could trust out of any of them. You wouldn't really fuck any of those, except an alien, he supposed. He clicked around some more, trying to parse anything that seemed grounded in reality. Though it was hard to guess what was real when you only had cat girl park sex to base it on. Scrolling, scrolling, scrolling and then something caught his eye. "Proof dot MP four. Sounds good," he said to himself. It was an attachment on one of these conspiracy sites, though it was paired with a post that wasn't even talking about digital monsters. It caught his attention either way. Click.
As the man waited, he switched back to that video. The lucky guy in the video struggled to put clothes onto the feline, then hefted her up and onto his back. How sweet. That would've made a nice shot with the sunlight casting down onto the lake. He held his camera up and imagined lining up the image. Ding! Oh, the download was done.
The world lurched back as his camera flashed. Instantly the man's reflexes went into action. He slammed into the ground, only just barely avoiding a concussion. "Agh, fuck!" he yelped. He rolled over and winced at the cold ground as he placed his hand on it. Wait. He looked to the floor, which had been replaced with elaborate tile patternings. Purple and black. He then snapped his attention up, finding himself in a large room that completely dwarfed his bedroom. Oh no. Elaborate chandeliers hung from nothing, while pillars similarly led up into nothingness. A large bed sat atop a pedestal, led up to by a grand staircase. This was the height of opulence in wherever the hell he was.
"The most curious things follow your tracks home, don't they?" a sultry voice said. The man scrambled to his feet and turned around. There in front of him was a woman done up in one of the most elaborate outfits he had ever seen. It was something he might call 'Geisha' if he weren't so intensely baffled at the moment. A flowing purple dress loosely hung around her while a black skin suit clung to her body. A small set of flittering wings sprouted from her back. She shifted, revealing a strangely large right hand. Armor? Weapon? He opened his mouth to accost her, but was quickly grasped by something else.
A hand, with fingers that seemed avian held him up and in place. The fingers stared back with their own eyes. "Let me go!" he yelled. He tested the strength of whatever abominable thing was holding him in place, but it didn't even budge. The woman casually walked up to him. "Look, I don't know where I am, what you are, or what's going on." Those eyes on him seemed to intensify. "But I'm sorry I'm here!"
"No need to apologize," she said. "You've come at an opportune time."
His struggling slowed. "I... I have?" As scared as he was, arousal sparked in his thoughts. There was an alluring touch to her every syllable.
"Certainly. I was feeling peckish." The hand that held him squeezed.
"No, no, wait!" His camera clattered to the floor. Desperation kicked in and he struggled against the hand again. It relaxed a few moments later, allowing him to catch his breath. The woman bent over and plucked his camera off the ground. She crooked her head as she stared at the thing. From this angle he could only just barely see that he had snapped an image of her. A pleased hum came soon after. His mind tried to think of anything to get himself out of the situation. His eyes ran over her, then across the room. "You know, it's a shame nobody would be able to capture the elegance and style you convey like me!" he blurted out. The crushing hand stopped.
"Hmm?" she hummed.
The man's mind took a quick sigh of relief, then yanked every bit of camera jargon out of his memory. "You know, since someone with your beauty deserves to have the best angles and lighting. And the lighting! This place has some wonderful even lighting. Warm too. That's the perfect type for your silhouette. I think it'd bring out some of your finer features. Oh, if I had the right lenses that would be even better. It's a shame I don't. But anyways, I think you deserve to have that captured forever." He took a moment to breathe. "You know?"
The woman perked up at his outburst. "Oh, I do know." She moved closer. "Do you know how hard it is to find good help in the outer rat's nest?"
"I'm more than good help. I'd be happy to do camerawork for free!" Wouldn't be the first time, but probably the best time or maybe the last. "It would be an honor."
"You could capture me as wonderfully as this?" she asked. Frankly, it was a terrible image. She wasn't even centered, the lighting was OK, maybe. Now wasn't the time to be critical, however.
"Yes, even better." He held his breath. "Far better." She pursed her lips. Say something already for God's sake. She eventually nodded, and in a flash, he was already back on the ground. The camera dropped onto his stomach. He barely managed to stand upright, noticing she was a head taller than him as he did. A mix of fear, confusion, and adrenaline ran through him, making him light-headed. How did he get here? Porn, forums, file, download. Then here in a snap, bargaining photos for his life. She must've been some sort of egomaniac if that worked.
"Marvelous. I think that's just what I needed," she said. She raised her hands, revealing those menacing claws again. "What is it they call you?" The man opened his mouth. "No, no. We won't be needing that. Pet will do for now." He was going to object but he considered her little display of power and decided against it. A moment later she grabbed him by the jaw and began examining his visage. His head was turned every which way as her eyes went over him. "And you, pet, may call me Mistress Lilith." His head crooked another way. "Or Lady Lilith, if you prefer." She freed him, allowing him to soothe his now sore jaw.
"Uh, sure. Yes." He clutched his camera close.
"Say it. I'd like to hear how it sounds coming from my new pet."
The pet took a moment to realize the absurdity of the situation, then sighed. "Lady Lilith." That one was marginally less embarrassing to say. So now you're a pet photographer. That was a promotion from freelance, right? The bad joke did little to soothe his nerves.
"That does sound lovely," Lilith replied. A smile crept on her face. "Tell me, what is your designation? Virus? Data?" The smile turned to a slight frown. "Vaccine?" The smile snapped back into place. "It might actually be amusing if you were."
The pet desperately tried to parse through her meaning before finally settling. "I'm not any of that, my lady." He winced, hoping that wasn't the wrong answer.
"You don't seem the free or variable either." Her eyes slightly widened. "Human, then. My little drop of bait worked. A mighty user trapped in my very midst. Oh that's good. Very good." She chuckled. It was a mix of something devious and simple amusement. Lilith pulled on his shirt. "Yes, that explains your plain and defenseless appearance. Cute, though. Very cute." She took a sudden step back. The clack of her heel on tile made him flinch. "Cute indeed. So now, pet human, what do you think of my abode?"
Empty was the human's first thought as he looked around. It was like a grand hall suspended in a void. He couldn't see any walls nor any doors. Those pillars and chandeliers still stood there. Behind Lilith herself was that grand presentable bed. "It's wonderful," he eventually replied. Better not overdo it. Have to get used to it, though.
"Well? Capture those wonderful aspects."
"Oh, right. Right. Right. Yes." He began snapping away at what little there was. To be fair to his captor, it was nicely designed. He wasn't sure about having the bed be the centerpiece, but it was clear at this point she was a little self-centered. Much to his own fortune. Wouldn't be a chance he'd be standing here taking pictures of random bits of furniture otherwise. Lilith lingered around him, staring at him as he worked. Having a pretty lady watch him work in any other context would be flattering. A shame it had to be here. In this place with zero exits. It was like his own personal hell now.
Lilith snatched the device from him. "What a beautiful machine," she said.
"Hey!" the man yelled. Lilith immediately shot him a stare, shutting him up. "Pardon me," he said sheepishly.
"Delightful. Very delightful," she said as she pressed through the photos. She had already figured the thing out just from watching him. With a forceful shove, she put the camera back into his hand. "We won't have any more outbursts, will we, pet?"
"No," the pet replied. Lilith leaned closer. "No, Lady Lilith." Maybe he should've just been crushed.
"I think it's time for another glorious capture of moments."
"Pardon?" the human asked. With a snap of her fingers a circle appeared next to her with all sorts of absurd writing on it. It spun for a moment before fading away into a view of a forest cliff. His mind panicked, worrying he might be getting tossed off of said cliff. Lilith casually stepped through and beckoned him in with a curl of the finger. Well, you haven't died yet. Might as well keep it up, right? He cautiously followed after Lilith into the portal and found himself hit with all the sights and sounds of the forest. The majesty of such a locale would have been more enjoyable were he on Earth.
"Pretty, isn't it, pet?" Lilith said. "It's all mine."
"Is it?"
Lilith snapped to him. "It is. The only problem," her voice soured to a dramatic sob, "is all those dreadful little creatures running about." Creatures. He had a guess as to what those were. The pet briefly imagined being in the arms of something like that cat woman. "Which is why we'll be doing some pest control."
Her words snapped him out of his fantasy. "What?" he asked.
"Oh I know, pet. The thought is dreadful, but I have to do this myself. No one to do it for me." Lilith sized him up. "I wouldn't want to put such a cute thing in harm's way either," she said with a giggle. At the very least that meant he had some protection for whatever lurked here, but he didn't like the implications 'pest control' brought. Despite that, he tried the make the most of his sudden slavery by taking in the scenery and snapping a few photos. He could only hazard a guess as to wherever he was. Cyberspace seemed like the most reasonable guess, despite the organic look and feel of everything. Dead leaves crunched underfoot. Trees swayed in the wind. A bright, yellow sun hung in the sky. Everything was telling him he was back on Earth–the pet looked back down to Lilith–but she certainly wasn't Earthly.
"While the sloth is cute, I suggest you speed up, pet," Lilith said. He ran over to her side before she pulled some other horrifying trick. "You're awfully quiet. Enjoying my soon-to-be abode?"
"Yes. That. I'm doing that," he replied with a nod.
Lilith looked at him. "Speak more. You have a cute voice for a human." The man was unsure how to respond to that. It was only heaping on the demeaning aspects. "Ahem. I said–" She stopped and looked to the road. "Ah, now you'll have a picture to capture." She put on a smile that stretched a bit too far. The pet followed her gaze to find her staring at some ugly, squat orange thing with oversized hands. It looked like a dinosaur if it had been put through a trash compactor. It stared back at them, almost entranced. His brows furrowed. "That is the very same face I made!" she said with a laugh. Her voice dropped. "Now do as you are told." The pet readied his camera.
The woman whispered something, then a familiar sight unfolded. A bright circle appeared beneath the orange creature, startling it. Before the thing could react it was snatched up by a massive hand and crushed in an instant. The pet's eyes widened with fear but he managed to snap a picture before the palm opened. An odd mist appeared to disperse into the air and then the hand retracted back into the ground. The man quietly hoped that was some sort of bad creature, but based on the circumstances that was unlikely. "A morsel, but an appetizer, wouldn't you say?" she eventually said.
"Right. Appetizer." He stared at where the beast once stood. "It's dead?"
"Among other things," she replied. Lilith ran a regular finger across her lips. "You're so lucky you're cute. Devouring human data would be a privilege." He wished he could take that as a compliment. If only it wasn't attached to such a demented statement. Maybe everyone in this digital hell was similarly insane. "Come, we have more places to visit." She lifted that menacing hand of hers.
The trip onward was a strange one, to say the least. Lilith seemed to enjoy herself every step of the way, but her brow would crinkle at the mere possible presence of something mucking about there. The pet, meanwhile, took pictures of the place. Not exactly the best evidence of having been in a computer, but it would do. He managed to relax some more as they walked. Digital nature was just as good as the real thing. His mind started picking up on all the opportunities for a good shot. Some even with Lilith, if she would could be calm for just a moment. Maybe that would be a good way to calm her some, before she crushed him.
"Lady Lilith?" the pet said. He swallowed, hoping he hadn't made a huge mistake.
Lilith looked back at him, her scowl melting into a smile. "Yes, pet?"
"I was just wondering if..." He looked to his surroundings. "If you would like to take a picture by that tree?"
"A request of my pet." His heart sank. "Why yes, I will indulge you in some of my beauty. Of course! What kind of mistress would I be if I didn't treat you sometimes?" The pet perked back up. She sauntered over to the thing and lay back against it. Not quite as seductive as his mind had pictured. A cool breeze picked up some of her robe and hair. The pet quickly snapped a picture before the opportunity passed. Maybe she was better than a cat. "Oh yes, you seem so happy just from that one image."
"Yes. Ecstatic." Was that the right word? "Just a few more, please." A dash of desperation to sell the act. "Maybe you could turn around a little? Only if you care to."
"I'll trust the pet on this one." She turned, presenting her backside, but never letting her gaze leave him. Snap. What he said earlier was self-defense kicking in, but Lilith definitely had a quality of elegance to her when she was calm. In a way, she almost looked like an eastern princess. Were it not for the bat-like wings and frightening hand, she could very much be a lonely woman in a castle. Snap. In some ways, she might be.
After a few more images, Lilith decided to keep on moving. The pet followed mindlessly behind her as he went over the images. For a brief moment he could imagine himself as some simple photographer taking photos of a cosplayer. Not his scene, but it was better than being the slave of a demoness. "And now, the rest of the pest control," Lilith said. Oh no. The pet gripped his camera.
The pet had found himself taking all sorts of images of Lilith brutalizing these digital creatures, or digimon, as he could pick up through their panicked chatter. Every passing moment the experience became more surreal, and he began wondering if he was in the depths of a terrible fever dream. Lilith herself employed several ways of destroying the creatures, from simply crushing them to shooting daggers out of her hands. Few of those beasts had little recourse in terms of assault, being destroyed before they could even launch an attack. He was definitely with the evil of this world. As if her outfit didn't scream it enough. Which made it all the more uncomfortable when he began eyeing her more and more.
"Lilithmon!" one of the beasts cried out. Lilith huffed and clenched her bare fist in unison with the one that crushed her foes.
"Mon?" the pet mumbled. She was one of them after all.
Lilith raised her clawed hand to his face. "Never refer to me with that demeaning word. I am far, far above them, and that is why they will learn to fear me."
"Yes, Lilith," he replied. "Mistress! Lady!" he quickly added. She slowly pulled her hand away and nodded. In a flash she was back to calm, putting on her subdued yet devious smile.
That portal opened again and the pet was ushered back into her room in the void. He didn't expect it, but being brought back here brought him much relief. As great as the outdoors was, it had a bit of a sour taste with the death on the air. The pet reassured himself that they were just things on a computer. That brought him small comfort as now, he was little more than a thing on a computer himself. Why did he even bother trying to research them? Now he was stuck here. Just because he got a little horny over a fucking cat woman.
Lilith broke him out of his musing by plucking the camera from his grasp again. He held back a sigh. "I'm curious, pet," Lilith said. She scrolled through all of the photos. "How did my bait ensnare you? And speak truthfully. I'll know." He doubted that to some degree, yet he wasn't going to risk it. Anything goes in this place.
"I was... browsing the Internet."
Lilith stepped over to him. "Do you know how much trouble it was to add that little bit of bait? Trying to avoid network security like that? It was quite impressive, I would certainly say. Very, very impressive." Lilith appeared too pleased with herself. "Do go on."
"Saw an image of one of the uh, creatures around here. Downloaded a file, and here I am." After a near concussion, a near death experience, and a massacre of monsters.
The woman tilted her head. "What creature might that be?"
"Cat. Two tails. Large jewelry."
She frowned. "Pathetic lesser. Not a realized majesty such as myself." Her eyes bored into him. "Right?"
"Yes, Lady Lilith." And as much as he wouldn't admit it to himself, he found that she did have an alluring figure. The skintight suit he caught glimpses of left nothing to the imagination, hugging tightly to a large rear and complimentary thick thighs. The suit cut off just at the top of her breasts, giving him a more-than-ample view of her sizable cleavage that jiggled with every little movement. "May I have that back now? Please?" A terrible thing to ask, he knew, but he couldn't bear to see her touch it, especially with that large clawed hand of hers hovering around it. The camera was the last thing he owned now, aside from the shirt off his back. He was never leaving.
"Tell me," Lilith started, ignoring his question, "what part of me is most alluring? Be honest, pet." Honesty seemed nigh impossible here. The pet still held onto embarrassment.
"Your eyes, I believe." They were certainly striking, always exhibiting a lustful or serious gaze. He couldn't quite tell with how easily she teased one second and destroyed the next.
"My eyes then." She moved over to him and presented the camera. "They must be down here, I suppose?" The camera switched to an image of Lilith standing amongst some foliage, staring out at her victims. The shot was a bit too low and too close, making her chest the centerpiece of the image. "The most alluring? Are you certain?" Lilith stuck her chest out.
"Maybe the second most, then," he replied as honestly as possible. The pet turned his head away. What in the hell was he thinking taking that? It was hard to focus when she was destroying everything. Or libido got the better of him. Either were likely, and he didn't enjoy them.
Lilith forced the camera into his hands and suddenly pulled away. "Well! If you see me as the most pleasing of the subjects, what else am I to do except indulge my pet's wishes?" What? She walked over to her monument of a bed and sat down on the edge. "Gaze away at your best piece."
"You want me to take pictures of you, then?"
"Yes! Of me!" Lilith yelled before recomposing herself. "Yes." The pet pulled back but eventually complied, climbing the steps up to her. While she was clearly teasing in her tone, the poses she took weren't exactly something sexual. She was more imposing now than ever. Maybe a mix of the proximity and her larger hand waving up in his face. She would menace with that claw every other sitting pose or stand. The pet only quietly took pictures, but it kept catching his eye. What in the world was that absurd thing? "Something on your mind, pet? No lies."
The pet paused and pulled away from the camera. "What is your... hand there?" He half expected her to hit him with it, but she smiled and presented it to him. The thing hovered in front of his face. She curled her finger with it, beckoning him forward. He placed a hand on it, noticing it was actually quite warm. Out of the corner of his eye he could see her expression crack. What was once a high and mighty gaze had been reduced to an unsure furrow of the brow and a crook of a frown. Curiosity goaded him on. The pet placed his camera around his neck and began to touch with his other hand. He gave a gentle but firm tug, testing the gauntlet. Didn't come off, so that was definitely part of her.
"How are you doing that?" Lilith asked.
"Doing what?"
"Touching it." Her gauntlet's fingers began to mingle with his. "Your hands are awfully soft. Very, very soft." Then that was her hand. "This hand destroys all it graces." The pet wanted to yank away when she said that, but nothing felt off about it. He was still in one piece. Having this one little leg over on her helped to soothe his nerves during this bizarre imprisonment. The armored hand itself was completely smooth and reflected in the odd, sourceless light here. The way it glimmered made him wonder if she waxed it, which would make sense considering the rest of her self-indulgence. Eventually he pulled his hand away, having satisfied his interest and regained some confidence for his situation. Lilith flexed the hand for a moment before pulling it back to her side and recomposing herself with a clear of the throat. "And now where were we before your interest took over?"
"Right." The pet began taking pictures again, but without the constant threat of death hanging over him, he found himself being more deliberate with his images. While the room lacked an apparent light source, it was near perfectly set. Another one of those things that probably tied into her infinite amounts of narcissism. Good light to gawk at yourself with. "A little more still, if you could," he said, testing the waters. Lilith shot him a glare but complied. "Just so, you know... we can capture you. Perfectly." Right. She appeared to buy this, lessening the aggressive gaze.
"Are you certain you're doing this right? It seems too easy," she said. Lilith pulled away from her lazy pose and stood up next to the pet.
"I'm more than certain. I've done this for years," he said. Ego got the better of him there.
"Nonsense. I think I would know how to capture perfection." She held out her hand and beckoned for the object. The pet gritted his teeth but gave over the camera. At least she asked this time. Unfortunately, what she did next was far worse than before. Lilith began handling the camera with her self-admitted destructive hand, awkwardly manipulating it between those long claws. She turned it around and managed to take a picture with it. "Years. Really? I would think anyone could do this." Her trademark smile had turned from seductive to smug.
"They really can't." The pet wrangled his tongue. Just shut up before you get your heart torn out, or whatever the hell it was she would do to a human. Then she dropped the device. His heart leaped. His body wanted to reach out and grab but a spark of fear held him back. The pet could only watch in horror as it completely slipped into her top. Oh. Fear turned to embarrassment.
"What a turn of events." Lilith pawed at her chest as she tried and failed to pull the camera out. "Sometimes perfection has its faults." She looked up to him. He already knew what was next. "An opportunity to prove your usefulness, pet." Lilith said it as if it were a fortunate turn of events. She stuck her chest out and ran her gauntlet over a breast, adding a tinge of danger to the sexual display. "Well?" As much as he wanted to deny the offer, he didn't want to anger her, nor did his libido want to pass up the chance. She took a step closer, bringing those orbs further to his center of attention.
"Alright." Not the worst thing to happen thus far.
"Ahem." She took a step back.
"Lady Lilith."
Lilith nodded and returned to her spot. The pet cautiously reached forward and wriggled a hand between her cleavage. He slowed for a moment, noting how smooth her skin was as his fingers slid ever into her bosom. They were also quite soft, forming around his exploring hand. His exploration was cut short by hitting something hard. Hard? Oh, right, the camera. Yes. He pinched at the device and carefully pulled back, both enjoying the return trip and not wanting to hurt her. "There," he said. "I think maybe I should handle the camera?"
"Really? I was having fun," she said matter-of-factly. "I think you were too."
"Should we get back to the pictures?"
"No, no it's time for a break from those." Lilith reached out with her larger hand and yanked him onto the bed along with her. "You've made me curious, pet." She ran a clawed finger across his cheek and down his neck. "What is it like in your world?" What, did she intend to invade? Do the same to his world as with the denizens here? No, no, she would have done so if she could. Whatever strange trap brought him here definitely didn't work in the reverse.
"It's like this, I suppose. Just that we don't have portals."
"And?"
"And we live in cities. You know, with other people." And don't slaughter them.
"And?" Lilith's shoulder rubbed against his. "Is your home like this one?"
"No. Much smaller and more than one room."
"Really? What would you need more than one room for except to rest?"
"It would be hard to explain." Among other things. He started fiddling with his camera, hoping the conversation would come to a close.
Lilith hummed. "And what about your resting room, is it like this?"
"No, ah, much smaller."
"Smaller bed too?"
"Much smaller."
"Oh you poor, poor thing, you." Her gloved hand turned his head to her. "Be a good pet and I may spoil you with your own room." That was only slightly comforting. "You know, the other little creatures often speak in high regard about you and the rest of the humans. Until now, I didn't understand why." She tilted her head. "I don't have the urge to overtake and consume when I see you." Not now, anyways, the pet silently replied. Still, a good turn of events. "Not like when I see those groveling pests in my new abode. No, you're quite–" she tapped him on the nose "–adorable."
"Ah, thank you, Lady Lilith."
"Defenseless too." She crossed her legs. "I don't think you could fight even the lowest of the low. Something like a Jyarimon might give you trouble." Whatever that was.
"No, I don't think I could." Somehow it pained him to agree with her like that, but having already seen what she could do and those she went up against, it was a fair bet she was right. He supposed that there was some slight luck to being picked by what seemed to be the evil queen of this world.
"Not to worry, dear human." Lilith's bare hand ran up his back, caressing his nape. "You won't have to worry about a thing ever again." The pet ran those words around in his head. While he did enjoy the idea of shedding any and all responsibilities, a voice in the back of his head told him that he couldn't. He went back to fiddling with his camera quietly, doing much of nothing. "You'll enjoy this life soon enough, won't you?"
"Yes, Lady Lilith." It's not like his life was all that much better back there. Aspiring photographer, right?
"What's wrong? You seem more down than when we first met."
Might as well tell the truth. "What if I do want to go back?"
"And return to your small home? Your crowded cities? Without your doting queen?" She unconvincingly gasped. "I would think you would hate the idea!" The pet nodded, not wanting to even encourage her response with words. Lilith leaned closer, her mouth brushing up against his ear. "But I suppose we'll see. Maybe that will be your reward if you behave," she whispered. He managed to hold back a shudder as her words tickled at his skin.
"Thank you." Now all he had to do was play his cards right and he'd be out of here. With bizarre photos to sell. Fortunately, he didn't have to do anything demeaning just yet, but he was a pet after all. Something to gawk at and amuse herself with.
"I think we may have to get you some better clothes as well."
"Pardon?"
"Look at this simple garb. Not fitting for a queen's pet, is it?" She plucked at his jeans, dangerously close to his groin.
"It's what everyone wears where I come from," he replied. The pet scooted away a small amount.
"All the more reason to get you something grand." She eyed him closely. "Something to show the world as I take control. I wouldn't be caught dead wearing any of this."
"Maybe I should just uhm, focus on the photography? That's really all I'm good for, Mistress." Ugh, just saying that word was a stab at his tongue.
"What would the fun be of having a pet that does only one trick? Though somehow I don't think you're able to reformat your body."
"No, Lady Lilith, I can't." That sounded incredibly painful at that.
"Then another time." Lilith continued to gawk at her pet. He shifted uneasily under her gaze. He supposed it was fair for the ogling he had done with her, but rather than a lustful gaze it felt more as though she were admiring a piece of meat. Even if it wasn't her intent, it was hard to untangle her from the violent display she had shown beforehand. If it weren't for that, this arrangement wouldn't be the worst. "What if I were to take pictures of my pet? To mark this occasion?"
"You want to what?" The pet shook his head. "You really don't need to– I mean– I don't share your... beauty, Lady Lilith." Nor did he have a large, unwieldy claw hand that seemed hell bent on destroying everything it touched. Lilith narrowed her eyes and simply smiled. She stretched out a hand, palm up. The woman just wanted to watch him squirm. He knew it. The thing had passed hands more times than he cared to count now. The man gave it over.
"Not beauty, but adorableness." Lilith held the camera up and clicked. The pet felt bare for a moment and he reflexively crossed his arms. "Something wrong, pet?" She kissed the air, showing off those lustrous purple lips. "You seem so scared now." He was definitely scared, seeing her large hand rub against expensive technology, but that was only one part of it.
"I'm usually not the one being photographed."
"And why not?"
"I don't know." He shrugged, crossed arms tightening. "No one's ever offered something like that."
"Ah, well, the human world gets worse." Snap. "Who wouldn't want to enjoy you?" Snap. The pet uncrossed his arms. "I'm glad I snared you when I did. What if some Renamon were to have its way with you?" Snap. Lilith pulled the camera away from her face and began looking over the thing, idly pressing buttons. She hummed as she did so, clearly enthralled with the box. He couldn't quite see what she was doing at that angle. The pet could only hope she wasn't tearing apart all the settings he had so finely tuned over the years. "So many things on this little device." In a way it was amusing that this digital creature was so entranced by a box that took pictures. Narcissism bubbling through, probably.
Lilith turned the camera around to look at the front. Suddenly, a white light flashed. "Cursed thing!" the woman yelled shaking her head. Lilith pinched the bridge of her nose and shoved the thing back into the pet's hands.
"Sorry, sorry," he said. The pet quickly went through and disabled the flash. "Won't happen again."
"It'd better not," she grumbled. Lilith shook her head again. "What about those pictures?"
"Let me see." Out of the images Lilith took, none of them were good. Out of focus. Too close. Not centered. Completely ignored the rule of thirds. This one looked like it was taken in the midst of an earthquake. Then there was the image Lilith took of herself last. Wide open gaze, a slightly agape mouth, all bathed in a bright white. She was cute when she didn't look murderous.
"Good, right? The smile says it all, really."
"Ah, yeah, right, good." He hadn't even noticed he was smiling.
"I'll leave the camera handling to you. Only because it's far too simple for me to bother with. Pets are better for the menial work." Did she have to phrase everything like that? "I think I'm thirsty for a few more pictures." She got that look in her eye again. "Shall we?" The woman turned to him and leaned on the bed, bracing with an elbow. Her breasts sagged ever so slightly to her side, accentuating their weight as they pushed against her suit.
The pet only managed a nod before standing up. He prepared to take a picture. "Oh, pet?" she said.
"Yes, Lady Lilith?"
"I know you have your eyes on certain features, but how about something else?" Lilith slid forward until her hips rested on the edge of the bed. She shifted from her side onto her chest, presenting her shapely rear. Those purple robes draped across her body, outlining her curves. She lifted a leg and looked back. "Snap away, pet." She certainly did enjoy toying with him. The pet tried to calm his heart and readied his camera. He could see her dress ride down her ass, separating her prominent cheeks. The human, still being a man, couldn't help but wonder what she might look like bare under there. Her silky skin was something of a treat. While she might have been so tightly wrapped that she was practically nude, she was still covered up, making the promise of her enticing features all the more tantalizing. "Pet?"
"Just lining up this shot." There was probably the slightest shred of truth to that. Lilith hummed. He quickly snapped a picture and glanced at it. That was a disservice to her form. The pet paused. No, it was just a bad picture. Snap. Snap. Snap. Much better.
"Even for something so simple, my pet is a perfectionist." She wiggled her rump.
"Stay still, please, if you would."
"Excuse me?"
"Lady Lilith."
Lilith nodded and came to a stop. A spark of libido in his mind was disappointed, but the more sober part of his thoughts gave a sigh of relief. He took a couple of more pictures once he was able to wrangle his thoughts back into order. "Maybe some parts are just too much for you." She rolled onto her back. The robe she wore fell to her sides, revealing the entirety of that skintight suit. Her thighs complimented her ass, similarly straining against the outfit she wore. Curvaceous hardly covered it. "Or maybe all of it is too much." The pet decided to respond with more picture snaps. Any words would only dig a deeper hole he wasn't sure he wanted to delve into.
"Do you know what I think?" Lilith asked.
"No. Not really. I couldn't hope to imagine what your intelligent mind thinks up." Rather, he hoped not. Was he playing this up too much?
"I think you need to really understand your subject." She quickly stood up in front of him and tugged at the neck of her suit, revealing more of her bosom. "There we go. Easier to admire now, wouldn't you think?" The pet hardly thought of a response, only taking another picture. Damnit. Whatever, this is what she wanted, right? He snapped more photos, but Lilith didn't move. She only let out a low chuckle. "I have a new idea."
"I'm not sure I can do whatever complex idea you have," the pet replied. Not the best excuse, was it? Lilith grabbed him with her larger hand and swung him around onto the bed. Before he could even make sense of what was happening, Lilith was already on top of him, straddling his hips. She towered over him, her breasts prominently on display.
"How is this for an angle, pet?" She placed a hand on her chest. "Admit it, it's genius." This woman was insane. "Well?"
"Yes, genius, my lady." He held back the urge to add 'if you say so.' "Should I be taking pictures or...?"
"Naturally!"
"OK, OK." Admittedly, it was an interesting angle. The illogical lighting made it a good shot with the even illumination. Snap. On the other hand, her bottom hovered closely to his crotch, clouding whatever critical eye he might've had. His mind quickly went to work imagining what that would feel like between the layers of clothing between them. Then without those damned constraining things. Snap. Snap. Snap.
"You know," Lilith started, "I think this is a perfect look for you, pet."
"On the bed?"
"Underneath me." The pet paused. As much as his libido was dawning over him, was any of that even possible between them? She was a weird digital monster after all. Maybe she was just aware of how humans worked in the physical world. Snap. "I believe something is missing."
"I'm sure there isn't." No more of this tortuous teasing.
"No, no, pet, trust your lady. I think there's a better way to understand your object of desire." Maybe she really was psychic. With that said, Lilith reached down and pulled his hand free from the camera, then carefully guided it up to a breast, cupping it. Her size meant it was a stretch, but he hardly cared. Reflexively he groped back. "A quick learner." Then he tugged away, only to be caught by her again. "You were doing wonderfully." She held him firmly on her soft flesh. In a strange way, she was right, touching her this way gave his mind a better sense of scale for her chest. Unfortunately, he was far too aroused to get any real use out of that. "Good?"
"Good." Yes. No. Right. Make her happy. "Yes, that was a great idea," he said robotically. "The um, the depth of the image has been made clear."
"Now you may try again." She pried his hand off of her, much to his dismay. Snap. Snap. Snap. After the barrage of pictures, Lilith snatched the camera away from him. "No, no, no, this is wrong." She got up off the bed, allowing him to breathe a little easier. "I don't think you're displaying my grandiosity!"
"I'm sorry my lady, it's kind of hard to do so when you're on top of me."
"Ah." There was that devious smile. She touched a claw to her lips. "That must be it." She lay back down on her back. "Now you may do the honors," Lilith said with a firm tug. A vague request that the pet quickly understood. Something told him this was wrong, and yet another thing screamed at him to do it before he was killed. He carefully adjusted himself on top of her, straddling her in turn. The roles were reversed but Lilith was still as imposing as ever. Snap. "No, no, we aren't done yet."
"What do you mean we aren't–" Lilith grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him down on top of her, forcing his face into her pillowy breasts. For a split second, he was euphoric. Then the conscious element took control again as he tried to lift back up. The pet found he couldn't even budge from his position, nor could he even really see anything. That was probably for the best. This wouldn't be much of a problem aside from the stirring erection that would be poking into her abdomen soon enough. While the pet had a handful of her breast before, being face first in them was an entirely new high. Her bosom was warm, and while a simple detail, it somehow made his arousal all the stronger. There was a sweet scent to her that made the experience calming as well, pulling him into this warm and relaxed state.
"I think I get it."
"Do you?"
"Yes, Mistress." Far too much.
She laughed. "I'm certain you do." Lilith let him up. In more ways than one. "Now–" her arms pulled toward her chest, squeezing those large mounds together "–do your work." Snap. Snap. Snap. This was becoming a little too much. "Ahem." Snap. Snap. Snap. "Do you know what I like most about you, pet?"
"No, Mistress." Snap. Snap. "I don't know." Though something told him he didn't want to know.
"You're honest."
"I um– Thank you." Snap. "Perhaps you could shift your head just a little?"
"Naturally." Lilith followed his orders and added an extra little touch. Her clawed hand touched to the neck of her suit, but rather than pull the garment down, it split it open cleanly, revealing the gentle skin underneath. Her breasts pushed against the flimsy clothing all the more. Snap. Her claw stopped just below her navel. Snap. "Maybe a little too honest." Lilith's finger slipped free from the tear in her suit and pushed up against his crotch. After all the teasing, he relished that little bit of pressure. Still, fear writhed around his thoughts. No distractions. Keep at the photography. Snap.
The woman turned to him and pouted. "I would have expected some happy words from you, pet."
The pet held his tongue for a moment, figuring how best to handle the situation. Surely she would enjoy being drooled over? The thought pained him to actually do so, as much as his body and mind agreed with the sexual sentiment. "How am I supposed to respond when I'm..." Excited? Awed? Stunned! "So stunned?"
Lilith placed her regular hand over her mouth, failing to hold back a giggle. "You can make a virus feel so wanted, pet." He could hardly focus on her words after seeing her chest jiggle with her laughter. Snap. OK, he had to admit there was something wrong with him. She quickly withdrew her hand and held up her claw. "Now it's time I received my own reward." The knife slid up his chest, coming to a stop at his clavicle. He managed to avoid flinching, but his nerves burned in shock. The pet expected a sharp pain to erupt across his chest. Instead he was met with cold. He glanced down. Red! No, wait, that was the tatters of his shirt. The cloth had been sliced in two. Thank you, God. "Off." The pet began shifting off of her. "Your shirt!"
The pet froze. "Oh. Yes, Mistress." He shakily removed the shredded thing. Unsure where to put it, he tossed it over his shoulder.
"There we are." Her hands slowly moved up his legs and onto his abdomen. One soft. One hard. Entirely dangerous. "Did I say to stop taking pictures?" she whispered. The pet shook his head and returned to his assigned task. Taking a steady shot seemed impossible as his body shivered. A mix of fright and delight ran up his spine. Those deadly claws danced along his skin while her gentle fingers smoothly embraced his body. Despite the laviscious display and prodding at his exposed form, it was clear Lilith was enjoying this far more than he was. Her expression waned from bare curiosity to a devious enjoyment.
"You know," Lilith started, "so many programs take a human form, but–" her hands splayed out over his chest "–none of them are so naked like you."
"Thank you." He guessed? The pet hadn't seen too many of those in his time in the bizarre digital world, but was vaguely aware of them. Lilith looked into his eyes, drawing a response out of him. Say something! "No one in my world shares your beauty." Not any of the girls he had to photograph before, anyways. Was that too cheap? It definitely sounded cheesy. Her dangerous hand moved downward, hooking into his pants. He silently prayed. Lilith tugged on his pants.
"Let me see the rest, pet," she said. It was phrased as a request but her deep tone made it clear it was a demand. Her deadly nail was still. It would be up to him to do the rest. "Pet." He set the camera down and began undoing his pants. This would either be the best or the worst part of this arrangement. Once his zipper came down, Lilith moved her claw to the elastic of his underwear. She tugged, revealing his erection. She nudged up against it, giving him that little bit of pleasure he craved. The unease of her claws only adding to the high of the pressure. "The rest of it. Off." All pretenses had been dropped.
The pet gave a shaky nod and awkwardly removed the last of his garments. The air had a slight chill to it, causing goosebumps to ripple along his body. "Very, very honest," Lilith said. Her softer hand grabbed at his erection. The pet inadvertently let out a hot breath. With her other hand, she slipped away the final coverings holding her breasts in place. They were fully unveiled. Lilith had a pale tinge to her skin that made her pink nipples stand out all the more. They were a cute topping to what was otherwise a sultry and overwhelming woman. "Pet, tell me." Her grip on his shaft tightened. "Do you think you deserve a treat?"
No. No! "Yes, Mistress."
"What if I were to say that you had a choice of treat?"
"A choice–" he winced "–Mistress?" His breathing grew heavy. Lilith's own heaving might have gone unnoticed by him were it not for the sway of her breasts.
"You could return home. Never see this place again. Never see me again." Yes! "Or." She let that word hang. The pet swallowed. "You take me here and stay by my side. Forever." She lacked a smile. Only a firm stare accompanied her words. A second turned to an hour in his mind. The pet's libido tightly wrapped around every thought streaming through his consciousness. You can't trust a single word she says. If that were true, it's a better chance to lay with her, right? This was another tease. But you've already gotten so far. She's going to kill you when this is over. So might as well enjoy it, right? There wasn't a single other slave here, so where did they go?
She was lonely, right?
"Say it," Lilith whispered. Did her grip tighten again?
The pet shut his eyes. That didn't help in making a sober choice. He was dead. "I will stay with you." A curious sense of excitement and disgust washed over him. It would make her happy though, right? Buy him some more time? Poor justifications for what he did, more like.
"Say you will stay by my side."
"I will stay by your side.
"Forever."
"Forever..."
Lilith smiled. "That's more than enough, pet." She sat up and pulled him into a kiss, those large lips cushioning against his. The pet did his best to return the gesture, but found himself overwhelmed by her. Lilith was aggressive and ravenous, slipping a tongue in-between some of her kisses. She moved down, planting a kiss on his neck and sending a shiver up his spine. Her lips traveled further down, peppering kisses along his body until she came to a stop on his chest. The pet found himself in a bit of trance by the display. He looked down to see little purple smears along his skin.
In a flash, Lilith flipped the man onto his back and was now sitting between his legs. "And your reward." The woman wrapped her arms around his legs, then rested her palms on her heavy chest. The clothing rubbing up against him only made him wish he could embrace her nude body all the more. He would get some of that wish. Lilith lowered further down onto the pet's awaiting erection. Her mouth rested next to his erection, exciting him all the more with her hot breath. A gentle kiss was placed on the head of his cock, leaving a smear of purple. Lilith then pulled back up. She licked her human hand and nestled his erection into her bosom, enveloping it in that plush softness and lubricating with her spit. "I think I know how this goes." Her arms, and in turn his legs, forced her breasts together, creating that friction he craved. The pet's erection was now completely hidden by her chest.
The woman settled into place and began moving. Up and down. The pet's erection cleanly slid between her breasts. The supple flesh forming around his erection. It was difficult to even keep his head up to watch her work away at his cock, but what he could see was that Lilith was more than enjoying herself. She watched him closely, no doubt enraptured by his pleasured expressions and groans. His legs twitched. His heart raced. He couldn't handle it. The man slightly thrusted along with her, as much as he could muster. At first it was a simple nudge, hoping Lilith wouldn't notice, but before long he was gladly forcing his way through.
Whatever worries plagued the man's mind had disappeared. He was wholly focused on those large orbs as they moved across him. The angle was entirely in Lilith's favor. He wanted to touch. To feel. To grope. To lick. The dam of sensibility had burst, and he was drowning in her wave of lust. "Is that good, pet?" she asked. He couldn't manage a nod, only giving a groan of approval. How long had it been since he experienced anything like this? He laid his head back, staring into the black nothingness above. The sounds and noises of their affair quickly became noticeable. The slap of flesh and the squish of wetness. He thrust faster.
Lilith giggled and pulled free from him a moment after. The pet sighed and looked back down at her. "I think I deserve some of this treat too, don't I?" she asked. He sat up as she eased onto her knees.
"Sorry, Mistress," he said between gasps. A clawed finger came up to his lips. Lilith pulled on her suit more, tearing the thing further down along the line to reveal her folds. They glistened in the light. That was his true prize.
"Open," Lilith said. He opened his mouth. Her claw carefully slipped in. "Close." His mouth shut slowly. The claw pulled out, now slick with his own spit. He watched as the claw approached her entrance and gently lubricated it. Preparing herself for him. The teasing had become more than torture. He gripped the sheets, stewing in his thoughts about taking her. She took off the outer robe, letting it pile at her legs. A snap of the fingers made the under suit fade away. The man gazed upon the woman, now free of that teasing suit. Lilith was the definition of hourglass as every part of her perfectly molded into a lusty form. Her breasts seemed all the heavier now as they lay bare. Lilith had touches of plumpness to her, creating a pleasing squish of body as she sat there. She was made to be loved. Every part of her made to be touched.
Her arms stretched out. The pet needed no more goading. He embraced her instantly.
The woman eased onto her back while forcing the pet's head into her chest. His cock pressed up against her vulva but made no purchase, only rubbing up against it. Still, it was enough for his lust-addled mind. He thrust once more, grinding up against her and feeling her natural wetness. He gripped her tightly, feeling up all of that smooth skin that had taunted him all this time. Lilith let out a laugh that quickly turned to a moan. "Easy, lover," she said. He pulled himself up, allowing him to enjoy more of her frame. There was a subtle thickness to her body that rounded up at all the curves, now free from that constraining suit. She was bare, and yet that striking allure was still deeply rooted in her appearance. Between her clawed hand, sharp blue eyes, and purple eyeliner, she maintained those killing looks. "Have you admired enough?" And that voice.
"Yes, more than enough," the lover replied. Lilith's wings flittered. He looked down at her entrance and his cock mere inches away. That spark of servitude returned to the surface. "May I?"
"Anything. Anything at all," she said. The pet wrapped an arm around her leg as it settled on his shoulder. His hand squeezed against the fat of her thigh. With his other hand he guided the tip of his penis into her, letting out a shaky moan as he did so. Lilith hissed in turn, but it quickly turned into a moan. It took a considerable amount of effort not to begin thrusting wildly after all the teasing. Instead, he took a moment to enjoy her warmth, sighing as he slid the rest of his erection into her. "Claim your mistress." She didn't know when to quit, did she?
The pet began thrusting. He leaned forward, bracing himself on the bed with one hand and holding up her leg with the other. The only thing holding him back now was only wanting to enjoy this as much as possible. After all the slaving and perverse teasing, he finally had his reward. Lilith was just as plush and pliable as his body had hoped. Now that he was fully thrusting into her, her chest shook with every slam of the hips. Lilith's smug facade had cracked, now gasping and moaning every moment they were together. A smile would sprout across her face, and the next moment it was gone as she let out another whine of delight.
After much staring, the pet couldn't take it much longer. He released her leg and nuzzled himself back into her chest. One hand groped at her mammaries while his tongue circled around a nipple. She hissed again, forcing his head into her breast. The woman's legs wrapped around his hips, feebly pushing in tune with his thrusts. "Make me yours, pet!" she said with a groan. "Make me yours!" The man obliged, speeding up his thrusts. That wasn't enough to indulge his drunken mind. Freeing his hand from her tit, the pet ran it down her side and eased it onto her ass. His digits sunk into her flesh, and helped him fuck her all the harder. Every part of her was sex, and he ate it all up.
"Touch me!" Lilith said. "Please!" It was an awkward angle, but the pet relented. His free hand slid down her stomach and onto her clitoris, rubbing it. "Yes!" she squealed. The man was inexperienced, but by the timbre of her voice and the squeeze of her walls, she was certainly enjoying herself. The lover slipped into this routine. All of his senses were absorbed by Lilith as he thrust into her over, and over, and over again. The touch of her skin. The subtle flowery smell. The heave of her chest. The gasps that escaped her lips. Everything pushed him forward, onward to his peak.
Feeling that peak burn inside him, the lover tried his best to speed up. His hips made their final thrust as he groaned, depositing a load of semen directly into Lilith. She muffled a scream, and her back arched. Her legs shuddered and her walls spasmed. The pet fell limp, gasping as the last of his energy left him. The only sounds now were the steady beat of Lilith's heart and the joined breaths of the last of their excitement. His erection still twitched inside of her, giving her the remnants of his seed. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Maybe this was for the best. The man closed his eyes.
The man stirred, taking a long stretch. His eyes snapped open once he realized he was sitting upright. Computer. Desk. Chair. He was back! The now free pet glanced down. Unfortunately, his clothes didn't follow with, but he was back! He rubbed his eyes and smiled. A twinge in the back of his head was disappointed, but this was for the best. "Time for bed," he said with a chuckle. It was good to be back. He began the shut down process on his computer, then froze as something lowered into vision.
A black outline of his camera held by the strap by what looked like a knife. A hand slid down his neck and onto his chest. "I think we'll have to make a few changes around here. Lover," a familiar sultry voice said.
The deal had been sealed.