BTW, this fic is dedicated to Melanie as a thank you for Wizardmon drawings shared! :)
Glad you enjoyed it, Melanie! But don't expect me to do this sort of thing again any time soon!
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Again Wizardmon found himself being guided against his will further into the building's depths until at last they came to what seemed to be his host's destination.

"You must be weary of being in those dirty clothes. Why don't you refresh yourself before going to bed? I'll have the servants clean your things while you sleep," the Mega offered as he ushered his guest through the door along with the bats before closing the door behind the wary Champion.

A large room met Wizardmon's eyes, its features revealed by the flickering light from more wall scones---and the promised fireplace. The décor was both spartan in the amount of furniture within and decadent in the luxury of what was there. An ornate armoire and an enormous canopy bed dominated one side, wooden sentries silently presiding over the charcoal-grey marble floor with its profusion of luxurious looking fur rugs. A spa lined with ebony granite gurgled in one corner.

And it wasn't empty.

The Data gave a startled yelp.

An alabaster-skinned beauty was waiting for him, bare save for the moving water and snowy white hair flowing immodestly over her shoulders. A pink tongue slowly licked over delicate fangs as she smiled at the flustered mon.

"What took you so long? I'm afraid the water has cooled a tiny bit, but I'm sure that between the two of us we could warm it up again very fast."

Blushing furiously, Wizardmon hastily lowered his gaze until it was fastened upon his own booted feet. He'd never seen any womon without her coverings before---let alone one as beautiful as this. Very nervous, the Data racked his mind for something to say, but what was the proper etiquette for such a situation? How to politely turn down a Mega lord's sultry womon who was trying to seduce you was not a topic that had ever come up while in the company of other digimon!

He was ready to bolt out of the room when it opened to reveal Lord Piedmon, swords held at the ready. When the Dark Lord saw who it was that had so startled the young adult, he put the weapons back into their scabbards.

"Lady Devimon…" Piedmon sighed as the spa's occupant languidly rested her arms against the side of the tub. "Why are you in here?"

"You didn't specify which room you were taking him to, my lord." She smiled winningly as her bats landed around her on the tile. "Can I help it if I guessed wrong?"

"I wasn't aware that we had acquired a *second* spare bedroom that any such clarification would be needed." The frown disappeared. "You realize you will have to be punished?"

Lady Devimon smirked as she saucily rubbed a cheek against the cold granite of the tub, disturbing her bats, which flew up to perch upon the bed posts. "Are you going to spank me?"

"And if I awarded that honor to our guest?"

Wizardmon's eyes went wide as he caught a glimmer of anticipation in the Viral womon's thoughts.

"Whaa? I couldn't do such a thing!" he choked.

"Of course you could," Piedmon assured him, laughing. "And knowing Lady Devimon, she'd enjoy every minute---which wouldn't make for much of a punishment I suppose. I should really think of something more suitable. But in the meantime, your bath awaits you. And I'm sure the water is pleasantly warmed?" He winked at his consort.

Lady Devimon snickered quietly, slowly running one hand over her breasts, making her thoughts quite plain to read even to one without the Data's ability. "Absolutely, sire. Have I ever been derelict in my duties?"

"You are a wonder of reliability," Piedmon smiled, flashing her his white teeth in a way that let her know that he had suspected she'd pull such a stunt. "And predictability."

The demoness pretended to take offense at the last remark. "The water is cooling," she pouted.

"A calamity of tragic proportions if it be allowed to continue." The Mega lord gave the Champion an impatient look.

"I-" Wizardmon began, mindlessly floating backwards towards the exit. Piedmon blocked his escape.

"Come now, into the bath. You wouldn't want to soil your hosts' spare bedchamber."

"Road dust is notoriously bad for fabrics," the demoness added, lazily caressing a tile with one finger.

Wizardmon gulped. "Actually, sire, with all respect, I really would prefer to sleep outside. Your generosity towards my humble self is far more than I am worth and-"

A few of the slender fingers encircled his throat, cutting off his air for a few terrifying moments.

"There you go, treading the fine line of insulting my---and now Lady's Devimon's hospitality. Why, you haven't even removed your hat like a gentleman should in the presence of a lady." Piedmon gave a mock sigh as he theatrically moaned, letting up the pressure on the Champion's throat. "What has become of the good manners amongst the lower digimon?" he asked as he swept off the witch-style hat and tossed it to the floor. "There. That's better."

There was the sound of sloshing water as Lady Devimon left the spa and stepped towards them, unconcernedly dripping perfumed water on the rugs as she drew closer.

"Oh, I agree… much better. Tantalizingly so."

Wizardmon shrunk down into his suit again, making Lady Devimon chuckle at the sight of nothing but blonde hair sitting above the purple cowl.

"Oh, Lord Piedmon---it seems that a wizardmon is related to a tortoismon---- look at how it tries to hide in its 'shell'! That is so cute..." She ran her hand atop the magician's scalp and down to his chin, prodding it upwards, feeling him shudder under her touch while resisting the silent command to lift his head.

"Come, little mon," she urged in a prattling voice. "Open up and let me see those pretty jade spheres of yours." She gave her lord a predatory look when the wizard continued to keep his head down and his eyes tightly shut. "Why, I do believe it's shy. My lord, we must do something about that."

"A disability," the Mega concurred as he admired his consort's glistening form, "one that may stump its continued existence. As responsible citizens of Digital World, I suppose it does behoove me to help insure the survival of endangered types. Help it to 'adapt' to its environment as it were."

"Please, just let me go," Wizardmon's muffled voice entreated them.

His request was ignored.

"You are so altruistic, my lord. And compassionate to the little ones." The demoness fawned over her master as she tried to keep a straight face. Embarrassing this uncommonly prudish digimon was proving to be such delightful fun! "I must admit your words stir a like passion within me. May I help in this endeavor, my lord?" she asked, drawing a wet finger along the edges of the wizard's pointed ear.

"Of course, my dear," Piedmon smirked at her, enjoying their mutual play acting. She was so good at ad libbing. "However, we should take it slowly. After all, we wouldn't want to scare it into deletion. That would turn this into a tragic play and I think we both agree the plot wants to go in another direction. Remember what happened with the Gotsumon? Can you refrain from becoming emotionally attached as you did with it?"

"Yes… that did get rather 'rocky' toward the end, didn't it? Poor Rookie went all to pieces in my hands. But I promise to behave myself this time," the demoness purred.

Piedmon smiled. "You've convinced me, my dear. Now, shall we get to the business at hand? Our newest arrival is not getting any cleaner and I'm sure he is anxious to get under the bedcovers for his rest."

They both looked down greedily upon the trembling Data digimon in their grasp.

Wizardmon promptly fainted.

"Oh dear," Piedmon chuckled as he held upright the limp digimon, "It seems we've overplayed our scenery chewing a trifle."

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Waking from sleep, Wizardmon stretched his sore muscles---and realized that instead of being upon gathered layers of forest leaves, he was lying on top of a real bed. A bed like none he'd ever slept on before. He imagined that he could comfortably lay upon such a surface for the rest of his life; it felt so soft and plushy underneath and silky on top!

The Data frowned.

Hold on…

He'd never been *allowed* onto such a bed before.

Where the heck was he?!

And then it all came crashing back: how he'd been tailing Gatomon when he'd run into the Mega Dark Lord Piedmon and been forced into his home. The encounter with Lady Devimon and…

He must have fainted and been put in the bed by them while unconscious.

And if they'd put him…

Wizardmon sneaked a peek under the covers and made a choking noise. He hurriedly brought the black satin sheet back down.

Oh, bios, bios, bios, bios! No wonder the bed felt so silky.

Only now he wasn't enjoying its sumptuous feel at all!

"C'mon, c'mon, Wizardmon---this is no time to start hyperventilating!" he told himself. He took a few deep breaths and considered this new development and what it might mean.

He'd fainted. They must have undressed him and placed him here to sleep. So… now they knew his secret: they'd seen the pale scars that shone across his grey-blue skin; the ugly stitches which hampered his mouth.

Permanent reminders of his servitude under…

But he couldn't dwell on that now, Wizardmon thought as he scooted into a sitting position and looked about for his clothes. Whatever the reason he was still here, it was high time he got away! Although there was the niggling question as to why he'd been left in Piedmon's abode if they'd seen the reality of his body.

Surely they'd have thrown such an ugly digimon out into the night instead of keeping him?

And in a luxurious bed to boot?

At least he felt okay. He wasn't… sore… anywhere. Apparently they'd chosen to forebear to do anything besides raping his dignity.

So far.

Wrapping the sheet around himself like a hooded cape, Wizardmon got out of the bed and started searching for his clothes with even more earnestness than before; but to his dismay still couldn't find them. Bracing himself, the mage laid his hand on the doorknob and gave the unwieldy device a twist.

Locked.

Not terribly surprising he supposed since he had been brought here against his will.

And the more he thought about that and everything else the angrier he became.

How dare they?!

Which he knew was absolutely ridiculous---they dared because they could and knew that a lone Champion could do little in protest but annoy an ancient Mega and his chosen Ultimate before they blasted him into data motes.

The massive doorknob moved under his hand and it was a second before the Data realized it hadn't been by his hand. Hurriedly wrapping the sheet even tighter around himself, he floated back just in time to avoid Piedmon as the jester wizard strode in.

"Ahhh, you're awake--- and looking much more perky. Lady Devimon will be pleased. She was afraid that you might sleep the entire morning away, so exhausted you were last night." Grinning, Piedmon allowed, "I swear a rampaging herd of Mammothmon could have crashed into this room and you wouldn't have noticed. Did you find the bed to your liking?"

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TBC