Spadamon is known to be a very cocky Digimon in the region he happens to live in. He's also a very loyal companion as well when it comes to team efforts. Ever since the Digital World became peaceful once again, all that he ever did was practice his sword fighting day in and day out. It's been going on for a while now, and all that the Weapon-type Digimon could do is simply push even further to his limits. Fighting with Mikey and the Fusion Fighters in stopping the Bagra Army somehow inspired him to train the way he is right now. The little sword wielder is ready for anything that comes his way. But the next turn of events wasn't exactly on the list though.
One day, as he was practicing one of his attacks with his sword, Spadamon heard a strange rustling coming from the bushes southeast of the training grounds he's in. "Hello," he said in a curious manner, before calling out again. "Is anybody there?" Getting no response, the Weapon-type walks over to the bushes that stopped rustling just at the moment. He reached out his hand to pull back the bush so he could see who or what is behind it. A bit shaky at first, but eventually his hand grabbed hold of the bush and he ripped it out of the ground. The surprising thing was that there was nothing there. 'Must've been some in-training Digimon that ran off,' he thought to himself. 'Probably got lost.' Shrugging his shoulders, Spadamon ends his training for the day right then and there.
While walking back to his home, the little sword user is whistling a little tune to pass the time so he doesn't get bored. It's basically just a tune that he made up himself, due to having a creative mind once in a while. He only whistles out this particular song of his when he's in a great mood. And he was in a great mood respectively. Spadamon had recently finished up with his training, and in the process got some of his anger of his system from the times the Bagra Army took over the zones belonging to his dear friends including Coronamon. He was planning on visiting the flame-wielding rookie friend of his, but then decided to let him be. 'Probably not in the mood to train,' the Weapon-type thought to himself.
He was deep into his thoughts when a strange soundwave came out of nowhere. The soundwave went by so quickly, Spadamon didn't notice it at all. It produced a strange effect on the sword user as he suddenly froze on the spot. As the little rookie was standing in place, his eyes change into a swirl pattern reminiscent of his time under Olegmon's control. Only this time the pirate Digimon is nowhere to be seen.
A rustle is heard coming from the bushes on the entrance rookie's left. Seconds pass before the Digimon making those rustles pops out. It is a humanoid Digimon in a black rubber suit covering the entire body. It is wearing what appears to be a gas mask that has spike on top of it. Tubes connect the gas mask to it's back. On it's hands are three fingers with the tips ending in portholes or suction cups. And it's feet are mechanical with three toes of the same length. The Digimon goes by the name of Troopmon, one of the many Bagra Army soldiers that have plagued the Digital World before its restoration.
"Got you, you little pest," the Troopmon said in a triumphant tone after capturing his target. This particular Troopmon is one of the few surviving Troopmon that narrowly escaped being deleted by the Fusion Fighters. He was perhaps the sole survivor of the army division that was under Lilithmon and Blastmon, two generals of the Bagra Army. All of his fellow Troopmon were the only beings he considered friends, if not family. How he survived was that he was knocked unconscious after a stray rock conked him on the head. By the time he woke up, the whole of Lilithmon and Blastmon's soldiers were wiped out. It devastated him greatly, so much so that he fled the battlefield to avoid being destroyed by either the Fusion Fighters or Team Flare.
When peace was restored to the Digital World, Troopmon went into hiding. He then found some of his fellow Undead Digimon that escaped deletion as well. They all swore an oath of revenge, and will do whatever they can to get back at the Fusion Fighters along with any allies they had over the course of the war. How they were gonna get that revenge was a mystery to anyone that came across them. Only thing known is that the Troopmon group use whatever means necessary to obtain it.
"Who would've thought that using the soundwaves of Olegmon's Siren Song would bring this fighter into a obedient state," Troopmon said to himself while inspecting his handiwork. The entranced Spadamon is standing still with a mindless gaze in his swirling eyes. A small smile goes with it as well. "Heh, and you're supposed to be a tough fighter. You're now a mere slave to me and my friends when we get back," Troopmon said with a satisfied look to his new captive. "And you will remain with us for a long time. That way you can pay back for what you and the Fusion Fighters did to my friends in the Bagra Army." Right after he said that, the duo continued the trek back to Spadamon's house.
When Spadamon and Troopmon got there, it's revealed to be more of the former Bagra soldiers standing outside the front door as if waiting for the two to return. All of the waiting party turned their heads as their comrade came back, along with their selected target. Their gas masks made an evil smile upon seeing one of the Fusion Fighters' allies fall under hypnotic control. Even more satisfying is that no one can stop them right now, because nobody is anywhere near the sword user's home.
"What kept you?" one of the waiting Troopmon asked to the one that just arrived. "We had to wait for a whole hour for you to come back." The Troopmon being asked that question replied in a calm manner, "The little guy was a little busy in his training. Also I accidentally made some noise because my back was itchy. Luckily I used my invisibility power when he got to the bush I was behind." This answer gave the listening Undead Digimon an almost annoyed look. But of course that look was then replaced with satisfaction upon recieving their target nonetheless.
"Really is sweet that we captured this sword swinging runt that has fought with the Fusion Fighters. Can't believe he lives so far from any town." another Troopmon, who was currently balancing himself on one foot atop a fence post said. "T4, please. It's not his fault that he unknowingly wanted to get himself captured. Serves him right for fighting against the Bagra Army in the first place." the Troopmon next to him said while reading a book he has. The now named T4 then hops off the fence post and walks up to the mind controlled Spadamon, who is still standing there on the very spot like a statue. "Used the soundwaves didn't you T1," T4 said to the Troopmon that came with the Weapon-type. T1 nodded before saying, "He was too wrapped up in his thoughts to even notice. Still never figured it out as he was falling under control." When he said this, T1 and T4 then took their new captive back inside the house, along with the rest of the Troopmon that were waiting.
The two-story house was mostly filled with training equipment used for indoor purposes. But aside from that the house looks rather decent, a bit suitable for the group of 6 Troopmon to hide out for a little while. T1, who happens to be the leader of the group, ordered the enslaved Spadamon to prepare some food for him and the others. Spadamon obeyed the given command with a "Yes Master." in a monotone voice before cooking up something for the 6 Troopmon and himself. It consisted of some fish that the Weapon-type recently got the other day. 30 minutes passed before the rookie came out of the kitchen with seven dishes on him, three on each arm with the last one on top of his head.
"Thank you little slave," T1 said after getting his dish. Soon after, he began eating the fish at a fast pace in a speed that made him become a blur. The other five Troopmon did the same thing as well. As for their new servant, he was already rubbing his bloated stomach unconsciously after finishing it. All seven occupants of the house seem to have an uncanny fastness when it comes to food. "What a great dinner," T5, another Troopmon who is more of the glutton in the group, said before burping really loud. "You must be a really great cook if you knew how to make something so delicious out of there." Blushing in embarassment, as if he heard what T5 said, Spadamon then says "Thank you Master." in the same monotone tone while bowing in respect.
When dinner has been finshed and the dishes washed, the Troopmon then decide what to do with their captive. "Alright, then," T1 said in a leader like manner. "We managed to capture and control one of the Fusion Fighters' allies. So what do you suppose we should do with him?" "Why don't we make him a foot slave," T6, the goofball of the group, said in a giddy tone before continuing. "All of us have been walking for hours before coming here. It would feel nice to have the little slave become obsessed with our feet, don't you agree?" The other five Troopmon looked at each other before smiling at the idea. T6 is known to be a wild card when it comes to idea making. T2, the Troopmon that was seen reading a book and happens to be the smart one, agreed with T6 a lot on the foot slave idea. "I do agree with you," he said. "It would be the perfect position for the naive insolent twit. That way he'll pay us back for the atrocities he did to our to our fellow brothers-in-arms." "Then its settled," T1 declares. "Foot slave he shall be." The rest of the Troop Six roared in excitement, while Spadamon is standing by not paying any attention to what his masters are saying. After all he was programmed to stay out of their business.
The Troop Six then went to another room on the second floor that just so happens to be Spadamon's bedroom. Dumbells and other small training equipment are scattered all over the floor like the rest of the house. 'This kid's a training fanatic' was the single thought going through all the Troopmons' minds at that detail. But of course that only made the want for some time with their new slave even more needed. All seven Digimon walked inside the room before one of them closed the door. "Well now boys," T1 says to the rest of the Troop Six. "What do you say we get started then, shall we?" "About time," yelled T6. T6 discovered that he has a foot fetish, particuarly with those of male Digimon. When he met the rest of the Troopmon that later on became the Troop Six, he found out that they also have a foot fetish like he does.
First things first was that the Troop Six commanded Spadamon to lay on his back. "Yes Masters," the rookie said still in that monotone voice. "I will obey." Smiling upon seeing their brand new slave lie on his back, the Troop Six then surround him in a circle. Looking down upon their toy, they each simply place a foot above his face. Spadamon could only smile widely upon seeing his masters' feet hovering over him. But he must control his urges unless given an order. After all, he must redeem himself and atone for his sins of going against his masters during the war.
When he recieved the order, Spadamon immediately began working on cleaning. Happily bringing out his tongue, the little foot slave started with the heel of T6's foot making the standing Digimon giggle. All the while breathing in the sweat and musk coming off of the metallic looking feet. Tasting the sweat turned the little guy on even further, pulling him ever more deeper into his trance. Moaning in pleasure and delight as his tongue then moved to the sole of the foot being licked. And boy did it get even more wonderful. So many thoughts programmed into the little brain of the overwhelmed rookie, all centering around feet.
'So...much...deliciousness...' thought the Weapon-type as his tongue moved across the sole over and over again. He must get every single drop of sweat before continuing on. Finally getting the last drop of sweat, the foot slave proceeds with the ball of T6's foot. "Good little guy," T6 says after getting his foot halfway clean. "Keep licking for us. You must pay us back for what you did." "T6 is right," T4 says in agreement with the goofball Troopmon. "What you did was very wrong, and you know it don't you." "Yes master," their slave replies emotionlessly. "I do. I have seen the error of my ways and please forgive me." Hearing this brings a smile to the Troopmons' faces as their slave resumed his licking.
Giggling for what felt like hours, T6 had to be calmed down a bit by T3 who so happens to be more quiet and reserved of the Troop Six. It took a while before the goofball stopped his uncontrolled giggling. He couldn't help it, he was too ticklish. Eventually he calmed down and continued allowing his foot to be licked. Also pushing said foot more into the licker's face a little too much. It shows T6's sadism here, judging by the look on his face.
When the ball of his foot was cleaned up, the toes were next. And this brought excitement to the entranced slave of a rookie immensely. To add to the temptation, his master wiggled his toes in a playful manner. Also swinging them back and forth, as Spadamon's hypnotized eyes kept track of them. He couldn't take it any longer, Spadamon must get a taste of those toes of his master's foot. He has to have a taste.
"You hungry for these little guys?" T6 asked in a teasing manner to the slave. Seeing a frantic nod, T6 then says "Go ahead" before putting a toe in the rookie's mouth. Spadamon sucks on it almost as if it was a sucker. This he admits despite his state of mind.
It brought Spadamon deeper and deeper into the Troop Six's control at this point. They all knew about it. The more the Weapon-type Digimon licked their feet, the more he falls under their control. Believe it or not, they secretly used the Olegmon soundwaves when they distracted Spadamon whether he fought the hypnotism or not. They knew he's not strong enough to fight, but they just wanted to make sure he remains theirs for a long time.
"That's right, little boy. Suck that toe," T5 tempted the entranced rookie. "Keep sucking on T6's toe until you can't suck no more!" This was followed by even more words of encouragement from the other Troopmon. Not needing any more encouraging, the foot slave got more of the smell from the sweat and musk being produced from the metallic looking toes while he continued sucking over and over again. He's not gonna stop until he gets every single drop of sweat on and between the toes like he did with the rest of the foot.
Minutes passed before he finished cleaning the entire foot in front of his face, T6 brought out his other foot so the process can repeated again. The look of contentment never left Spadamon's face while working his tongue into every single pore. Lust clouding his brain as the programming made from the soundwaves became more and more stronger, enslaving him completely. Memories of his life before being brainwashed faded away. In their place was a desire to obey every command given to him by his masters.
Spadamon finished T6's other foot, as the latter went to sleep as both of his feet were coated in saliva. He then went to T5, then T4, and on and on until T1 was last. It all went so fast and quick that none of the occupants in the room realized what time it was until they looked out the window. The moon was out, signifying that they've been at it for the whole day. "Well." T1 said after having both of his feet coated in saliva like the others. "Guess we better hit the hay." Murmurs of agreement came from the others at this. Everybody in the room, including Spadamon, fell into a deep sleep. The Troop Six are gonna have so much fun in their plan for revenge. And Spadamon is gonna help them out on it, by showing them where the other memebers of the Fusion Fighters are. What they will do to any of the members is still a mystery. Who knows. Maybe perhaps more slaves to control. That would be so much fun.
