Mature Content Warning: This Chapter includes combat, cruel discipline to cute monster girls, and a sex scene. If anything in that list of things offends you, please do not read this story.

Author's Notes:

Reviews are appreciated, even if you hate the story. I just ask that if you do choose to vote, that you at least write something telling me what you liked or hated. Someone obviously voted this story half a star recently, and did not tell me why. I don't mind a low rating, but I do mind not know what specifically turned them off of the story. (There are so many options for why that might have occurred and guesswork doesn't help, you know.)

When this story is done, I might post a story that I've worked on for a while and partially self-published. Hell, I might post the first few chapters of that story today since it is 'sort-of' VR, just not quite the same kind most are used to seeing. If that sounds interesting let me know. Yes, there are cute monster girls involved as well. The story is weird and ever-changing though, since the first several episodes (About one whole novel in length all together) are designed as a Beta Testing situation and the world is not quite set in stone yet. (Thus the reason that testing was needed.)

Anyway, here is Chapter 5 of I Hate You Master.

Chapter 5: Stop Bugging Me

A series of shotgun blasts rang out quickly in the early morning. The battle had lasted for just under an hour now as the succubuzz swarm continually tried to work their way into the cavern that John and his harem had taken refuge in.

"Dammit!" hissed the man irately as he fell back to reload while Kara took up her position at the cave entrance. The ammunition was almost gone. Even her plasma fire was getting low.

"We're fucked." muttered Mindi as she dabbed a wet cloth over Tera's injuries. Their flight to the cave had occurred just after they broke camp that morning. The succubuzz swarm appeared out of nowhere, as they tended to do. Unlike many other insect types these lab created Demi-Humans were intelligent to catch their prey unaware as opposed to simply swarming them from the beginning.

Dozens of the horny bee Demi-Humans must have been badly injured or died in the first few moments of the confrontation. The team had been blocked from reaching their escape vehicle, and they were herded into a nearby cave via a running gun battle. During that time Tera had taken several brutal stings that left her badly poisoned. None of them escaped without injury; however, even Kara's armor had only managed to dull the impact of the occasional dive enhanced assault.

As it stood now they were almost out of standard ammunition and Kara would soon be out of energy for her plasma shots. Mindi needed water to use her ranged attacks, and Tera was shaking violently under the stress of whatever the infernal bitches had injected her with via their tail stingers. John wasn't feeling too hot himself, but he didn't have time to use his magical abilities to detoxify either of them until they could get the swarm to let up.

"Hey, you're a mage right? Why don't you turn them into frogs or something?" asked Mindi hatefully as she tried to clean Tera's wounds with the little bit of water she had left in her bottle. They had managed to save the backpack with supplies and ammo since John carried that. Unfortunately, their first aid kit had fallen out during their flight. They saved some water, food, and what was left of their ammo but little else made it to the cave with them.

"Hey you're a water Demi-Human right? Why don't you walk out there and turn into a puddle of shut the hell up?" returned John heatedly. Couldn't the stupid jellyfish see they were busy trying to keep the swarm out of the cave?

"How dare you! It's your fault we're in this mess!" snapped the Kraken angrily.

John growled at her for a moment then turned away. He had no interest in arguing with a subordinate when he needed to focus on the task at hand. He might have something he could do to help the situation, but he wasn't certain it would work.

He suspected there had to be at least forty or fifty of the swarm members still alive and able to fight out there. His magical skill and knowledge was considerable. His power was not. He had no doubt his father would have simply cast some uber spell of doom and destroyed them with little fanfare. John had to think tactically instead.

Mindi continued to yell at him from behind as Kara shot at anything that popped its head into the narrow cavern entrance. His musings were not cut short by either of those loud disruptions so much as the sound of gunfire from outside.

The gunfire grew louder and began to be interspersed with the screams of injured or dying succubuzzes. Several minutes passed before the sound of heavy machine guns and the occasional explosion died down.

The group perked up when they heard a bullhorn enhanced voice call out, "Anyone alive in there?"

"Mindi. Go answer the man." instructed John while he finished reloading his shotgun with the last of his shells.

"Why should I do it? You're the tamer!"

"I'm getting tired of your attitude. Do as I say." stated John evenly. He wasn't about to risk his own neck or Kara's if this 'rescue' turned out to be a bunch of bandits.

"No." replied the girl in a huff before folding her arms across her chest in defiance.

"Fine." replied the man before tapping the side of his scanner and stating, "Voice command authorization."

Mindi blinked at him, thinking for the moment that she had won the argument. What happened next would prove to discourage such thinking.

"Voice command authorized." replied the device in a feminine tone.

"Disciplinary action requested, control collar three activate." stated John. Mindi's eyes widened in shock as a violent spasm of undiluted pain rippled through her body paralyzing her.

John could have done all of that without the effort to go through vocal authorization. A few taps of his scanner control menu would have done it. He wanted the Demi-Human to know he was doing it.

As the Kraken's body spasmed on the ground he stood up and told her. "I'll go see if the people with heavy weapons are friendly toward us. You lay there and take a well-deserved rest from all the nothing that you do."

Mindi *urked* and spasmed a few times but other than the trickle of yellow fluid flowing from between her legs and the unmistakable odor coming from her backside there was little in the way of an actual response.

The bullhorn called out again as John walked toward the entrance of the cave with Kara slightly to the fore. She had decided to go with her master without needing to be instructed.

When they arrived at the entrance she walked put one arm out and waved it a little.

"We see you. Do you need help? We are the mobile defense force out of Vagrant Falls."

John nodded at Kara and she replied. "We have minor injuries and two poisoned. Help would be appreciated."

"Understood. Can the injured be moved?"

John nodded again and she responded with a simple, "Yes."

The mobile defense team sent in two medical personnel to assess the injuries of John's harem while he explained the situation to their rescuers.

The dead Demi-Humans were beheaded then piled up before being burned. Their heads were placed in storage containers for accountability purposes. Those that were injured were captured via control collars and treated as best they could be in the field while the team waited for transport to come pick them up.

"Do you want to keep one?" asked Sergeant Starling, leader of this defense team.

John considered the Demi-Humans in front of him. By law he had no real right to them since he had not captured them himself. However, he wouldn't turn down a gift. He had to make up for his loss of ammunition, after all.

"I could use a flier. Thank you."

Starling nodded and gestured toward the least damaged members of the surviving Demi-Human swarm. "Pick one you like. Your group deserves a little something. These stupid bugs have been getting out of hand of late in these parts."

John gave the man a polite nod then unleashed a polite smile before walking over to inspect the unconscious Demi-Humans on the ground.

He let his scanning equipment look them over and then nodded when he saw one he liked. While the girl he viewed was not the highest level of the ones he could choose from, she seemed to have something about her that made him think she might be worth taking on. The fact that she had the most curvaceous form and beautiful face out of all of the unconscious Demi-Humans was obviously coincidence. He didn't notice such things as much as he did her vital stats. She was not the highest level but she was quite a strong specimen of her breed. Besides she looked vaguely familiar.

When the succubuzzes attacked he had seen a single leader. This Demi-Human resembled her greatly and it seemed fitting that she might be the one he took on. Of course, he'd had only moments to notice her before they had run for their lives.

"I'll take this one." replied the man while pointing down at his choice.

Starling nodded. "Makes sense. She's a swarm leader."

John blinked at the man, but chose not to ask how he would know that. There was little difference between her and her swarm sisters.

The sergeant chuckled at his expression then unleashed a smile of his own. "Most people can't tell the difference. If ya look at them closely you can see markings on their exoskeleton. See the pattern there." said the man while pointing at girl John had chosen.

The low-powered mage nodded at him.

"Well, see the pattern on the other 'girls? Notice a difference?"

John looked carefully at the armor the black haired succubuzz leader wore then at the neighboring girls. He saw little difference save for the existence of a slight lightning-bolt pattern on the leader. The other girls had uniform horizontal ones that ran perfectly parallel.

The red and black patterned armor itself seemed rather pointless to the man though. It only covered the unimportant parts and there was very little of it. The chest, groin, and abdominal section were unarmored and clearly naked.

The only thing the armor seemed to cover was her ribs below her breasts and along her sides. She had what appeared to be natural vambraces and greaves guarding her arms and shins. Otherwise, she was naked. If anything it seemed like her natural armor was designed solely to act as a fetish as opposed to any defense it might provide.

"I see. She also has longer hair."

Starling nodded. "Yeah, that can be a good identifier sometimes too. It's different with every hive. Some of them are hard to pick out. This one was pretty easy in comparison."

John discussed the various succubuzz hive patterns in the area with starling for a while before the mobile force parted ways with the small harem. When they were alone again John turned to Mindi and took note of how she was sitting down against a nearby tree with her knees tucked up against her breasts and her tentacles were wrapped around them.

He called out to her and she lifted her chin slowly from her knees and looked at him with tear stained eyes. For the first time since becoming a tamer the man had to fight down the urge to actually comfort one of his subordinates. He could not show weakness. She disobeyed and was punished. She may have the face of an innocent young girl, but he knew the truth. She was a weapon. Weapons had to be controlled or they were a danger.

She did not respond but she did look at him for a moment.

"Do you want to ride up front awhile? It's your turn." he asked her with an even tone. It wasn't even a lie. It really was her turn.

A conflicted look crossed her face for a brief moment then she allowed the slightest of nods to occur. John gestured toward the truck and nodded.

Slowly, the Kraken rose to her feet and then trudged over to the truck with her tentacles drooping and her eyes downcast.

"Kara, you have the gun. Tera and our new team mate need to rest for a while." directed John. The Steel Valkyrie nodded to him and fought down the urge to salute.

The quintet took off down the road at a steadily pace not long after. An hour passed in awkward silence before the man glanced over at Mindi and saw how she hugged the door and looked everywhere but at him.

He considered saying something but was uncertain what verbal route to take. He did not want to apologize for doing what he had done. She earned her reprimand. There could be no backtalk. Useful suggestions were one thing but insubordination was not to be tolerated.

She was just an animal, but he wasn't completely heartless. People often felt a strange sort of affection for pets.

John continued driving for a time then a thought occurred to him. While she was certainly not fond of him, she still chose to ride in the front. She might be afraid to say no, but he had not asked her to do anything. She had been given a choice.

The man glanced over at her and caught her quickly looking away. Something was obviously up with her beyond the anger she had felt. He had only tamed her once so he doubted she had developed an alpha bond with him. He was not exactly empathetic toward the Demi-Human species in general.

He allowed himself to consider the events of the last few days. With a fresh perspective undiluted by anger and fear he was able to utilize his training in memory recall, a necessity for all mages, to take a new look at her reactions.

John drove along in silence while he replayed the events of last few days through his mind. He began to wonder about something. Finally taking a stab in the dark, John said evenly "There is nothing wrong with being afraid. What happened today could get to anyone."

Mindi blinked but did not answer for a time. When her answer finally came it was in the form of a soft half-choked sob before turning back to look out the window.

The rest of her turn in the front passed in silence as they drove along. When John stopped at a roadside rest stop he checked the back to see how Kara and Tera had fared. Tera was still asleep, and probably would be for some time.

"Do you want to take a turn up front Kara?" asked her master while he stretched his legs. It was her choice since Tera was still unconscious.

The Steel Valkyrie shook her head. "No, master. I will continue to guard our passage."

He nodded at her in turn and asked if anyone wanted a drink or snack. He was going into the rest area and it only seemed appropriate to ask.

Neither 'girl was particularly interested in a snack or beverage so he went inside alone. This left Kara and Mindi alone for the first time that day.

The Steel Valkyrie glanced down at the Kraken as she lightly scuffed her bare foot along the cold asphalt pavement. Finally, unable to contain herself further she asked "What the hell is wrong with you anyway?"

Mindi looked up at her with tear stained eyes and shook her head. "Nothing."

Kara snorted at her and turned away. What a useless creature. She wouldn't follow orders and he stood around crying instead of making amends.

The jellyfish Demi-Human sighed deeply and turned away toward the entrance of the rest stop sending her perky breasts into a soft jiggle.

"Where do you think you're going?" asked her alpha.

Mindi ignored her question and continued on into the rest stop to the annoyance of her superior. Inside she quickly located her master as he sat in a booth and stared out of one of the back windows. There was no one else in the area, but she knew there had to be someone around if for no other reason than to watch for wild Demi-Humans.

She took a deep breath and walked toward him with a little more confidence than she truly felt. He glanced up at her then quirked an eyebrow when she stopped and squared her shoulders.

"I hate you." she said with a quaver in her voice that she clearly did not intend.

John considered responding but saw that she was not done and opted to wait for her to finish.

"You're a jerk! You treat us like shit! You let that bitch shoot my tentacle and you didn't give a fuck about Tera being poisoned!" railed the girl as her eyes threatened to unleash hot bitter tears once again.

He listened politely as she rattled off several more shortcomings and failings that he possessed as a tamer. One of which might have rankled had he not known that he was actually slightly larger than the average for the male of the species. He had taken several anatomy courses after all.

By the time Mindi was done ranting she was crying heatedly. Her chest heaved in and out almost desperately while she tried to draw in enough air. John took it all in stride then stood up and looked down at her from his slight height advantage.

For a full minute they stared at each other before she finally averted her eyes and allowed her eyebrows to knit together in frustration.

"Yes." was all John said as a response to her accusations.

"Yes?" she asked with a confused blink. What was he saying yes to?

John nodded slowly. "Yes."

She was about to ask him another question but he moved to walk toward the door distracting her. She slipped sideways unintentionally blocking his movements. This accidental movement caused the two of them to come within mere inches of each other.

The Kraken looked up at him with her defiant outrage still warm on her cheeks and her confusion burning in her eyes. John looked down at her with sincerity still etched on his features.

Mindi's confusion turned into a biological imperative and her eyes closed slightly as she thrust her chest upward in a barely perceptible way. Her lips parted in uncomprehending anticipation.

Had this been the typical telenovela or tamer drama, this scene might well have moved into mature audiences only territory. However, John's response to her sudden change in demeanor was not what she felt was coming.

"Move." he stated with neither heat nor passion. Mindi's eyes opened wide as she subconsciously moved to the side to set him free from the tender prison that her lips might have placed him in. After he walked past her and left the rest stop she blinked twice as reality set in.

Slowly her confused ardor turned to anger once again and she lashed out with her tentacles. She gripped a napkin dispenser and sent it hurtling into a nearby wall while the word, "Bastard!" echoed through the area.

...

The hotel was rather well appointed considering it was attached to a training center. Still, it was a nice change from sleeping on the side of the road. John yawned to himself as he finished writing his log for the night and turned back to view his exhausted girls. They had each been thoroughly tamed, though not by him. He figured his personal touch should be on special occasions only. The only exception would be Kara at present until the other two girls filled their niche or were traded off. Mindi almost went through the later fate but he found her desire to be forthright and honest with him refreshing. Most of the Demi-Humans he'd seen were all too eager to please their human masters once tamed. He'd prefer obedience but he'd settle for obstinate acquiescence for the time.

A buzzing sound came from the intercom connected to his door. Curious about whom it might be he walked over to ask that very question.

"Sir, your succubuzz is ready." stated a professional sounding feminine voice. The intercom made her voice sound a bit mechanical but he assumed it was the Nurse on duty in the confinement area. He had been delighted to see one of the nursing Demi-Humans on hand there instead of the typically budgeted Generica. The equipment worked well, but the nursing Demi-Human tended to make things go quite a bit faster.

"I'll be down to retrieve her shortly. Thank you." replied John over the comm-system. He roused Kara long enough to tell the sated Demi-Human that he would be leaving. She was in charge until he returned.

She made a little noise about coming with him but he directed her to stay. He was about as safe as he could get at present. White Sands was a rich tourist town with high-end security.

He left the room and locked the girls in for a while as he headed to the elevator. On the way he passed another tamer with his entourage but did not speak to him. It was a common sight.

When he arrived at the confinement and re-education center he greeted the Nurse on duty and inquired about his Demi-Human. "Did she complete all of her technical training?"

"Actually, it proved unnecessary. She is gene tagged." replied the pink haired Demi-Human with a bright smile. Nurses tended to smile even when they were sad. It was a strange concept really.

"Gene tagged? Someone released her into the wild?" asked John curiously. Domestic raised Demi-Humans were sometimes reintroduced into the wild to repopulate areas that lacked proper predators or prey animals for said predators. Generally the released Demi-Humans remained tame, however. They normally started colonies or small family groups that tamed each other and were protected by law from poachers for a few years. Gene tagging was basically a means of catching poachers.

"No. She was stolen. The gene tag was scanned through the system and the original owners have been alerted that one of their lost Demi-Humans has been found and added to a harem."

"Do I have to surrender her then?" he asked her with an arch to his eyebrow. He hated the idea of giving up a Demi-Human like that. He would get nothing out of the deal but the possibility of a thank you.

"No. The statute of limitations for forced surrender passed three months ago. She has been in the wilds for a little over a year." stated the pink haired nursing Demi-Human.

The man nodded to her. She continued, however. "The original owners have made an offer to you for a trade or purchase."

That was a bit unusual. "Why would they want her? There are over a dozen of them sitting in a confinement center somewhere right now?"

"They did not say. It is always possible they simply wish to retrieve as many of them as they can." replied the Demi-Human as she finished fiddling with the control panel for the confinement room.

John watched as the door to his newest acquisition's room opened and the Demi-Human he had acquired walked out slowly upon request. She was in fine form. Her black bat-like wings and spearhead shaped tail were new additions. She had not formed them during the attack. He was glad to see the collar was still in evidence, however.

"Has she been scanned?" he asked the nursing Demi-Human.

The medical health professional turned to him and nodded lightly before saying, "Yes. All magical and psychic scans show that she is free from compulsion and ready to imprint on her new master. When you enter she will automatically regard you as such, though she will not be completely loyal until a bond occurs."

"Let's get started then." he said with a slow nod of his own.

He walked forward and entered the room in a semi-confident manner. Within its confines he found himself facing one of the girls who had not long ago attempted to either tame him to death or eat him. She might have been attempting to do both. He would probably never know for certain.

The laboratory created Demi-Human turned toward the man entering the room. When he spoke she listened carefully but did not otherwise act in a way that seemed intelligent. It was not until he took his clothing off and gestured at his crotch that she understood the basic concepts of what was to take place.

The succubuzz moved forward quickly then turned around and knelt on the floor with her hips raised. It was an incredibly submissive movement but typical of the breed. They were more intelligent when feral than some insect Demi-Humans. However, they were still submissive in nature when faced with their superior. For several hours she had been subjected to constant reinforcement protocols dictating that the man behind her was her master. Master, for her kind, was equivalent to queen.

John wasted no time in mounting the insect girl. This was not a moment for pleasantries. His duty was clear. She needed to be tamed. The imprinting process would make bonding easier, but her wild nature would take a bit of time to remove.

The succubuzz gasped out loudly as her black hair fell to one side and her breasts thrust themselves forward. John took the opportunity to grab her by the hair and pull her back toward him. This forced her back to arch causing her breasts to jut outward even more.

His new acquisition moaned loudly and wiggled her hips against his still hardening cock. He had wasted little time getting to the point, but that had not meant instant erection. Such things took time, even when he was faced with the naughtiest of bees that history and science had produced. Such was the Demi-Human's excitement that it took but a few minutes before she began producing her honey. Once that happened John suddenly began to lose his capacity to think clearly.

Succubuzz honey was a very potent aphrodisiac and it would work via skin application or ingestion. The horny bee was causing her new master to be just as excited, in other words.

John could not help himself as he found one of his hands moving down to swat her pert ass cheek with a hard slap. She gasped aloud and began to buzz softly against him. This vibratory sound was made internally via her solid etheric nature. The substance of her body was basically the raw material that souls were formed from. It could be dense or lack density to a degree she could determine to a minor degree. The ability to excite the particles of her body in this manner caused the vibratory effect John was currently feeling. John was barely coherent enough to realize this fact. She had become a truly interesting take on the sex toy concept. He was taming a living vibrator.

The succubuzz buzzed happily as John continued to slap her ass with one hand and grab her hair with the other. As time passed and his carnal instincts took over even further he found himself biting her softly on the shoulder while her tail curled around his waist. His hands feverishly gripped and kneaded her ample breasts amidst this animalistic display.

Her honey came time and time again, drenching their thighs, sliding with sticky golden certainty to the length of their struggling lower bodies to plop meaningfully onto the floor. In the control room a thoroughly excited Nurse stroked her soft pink slit with her fingers while biting her lower lip and twisting her left nipple. This was the best part of her job by far.

John contributed more than a little 'honey' of his own to the mixture during the taming process. However, he was but a man. In his right frame of mind his magic might have been enough to continually refresh his body. He might have even drunk some restorative drinks. However, he currently had but one thing on his mind.

Hi face was a deeply flush with exertion and his eyes were red rimmed by the time his vision began to fade. He would have no idea how long he had tamed his newest Demi-Human, nor would he know how long he continued doing such after his mind shut down from sheer exhaustion.

...

"Look, we have to get her back." explained the stereotypical white haired science type. He was the type of individual who had hair which was a bit disheveled and did not shave for days. However, if anyone bothered to notice they would find that his lab coat was always spotless, for some unknowable reason.

A younger version of the older individual shook his head. "She belongs to that tamer by right of law. Unless he wants to sell her we have little choice in the matter."

"She's the culmination of twenty-eight years’ worth of research and development! They can't just give her away!" snapped the older man irritably.

"They didn't. He was attacked by her on the road and captured her." explained the junior member of the research team. This was not exactly something new to hear. Many of their escaped or stolen specimens had been captured in such a manner.

"We spent over sixteen million dollars developing her! They can't do this!" railed the scientist in agitation.

"We have several of the others back. He might sell her back as well." reasoned the younger man.

"Jason said that the man refused our offer." responded the older man in annoyance.

"Really? I hadn't heard that yet. Still, we can always recreate her."

"She was an accident! A beautiful, expensive accident." groused the old man. They had tried for over eighteen years to recreate what lead to the creation of their once prized Demi-Human specimen.

"Besides, it took nearly twenty years to mature to her current age. We don't have the time or budget necessary to recreate her from scratch."

Gregory, the younger scientist, nodded. "True. Still, if he won't sell then there is little we can do short of his losing her in a challenge match, or dying."

Leonard, the older scientist, blinked then glanced over at his nominal subordinate. "That's a wonderful idea!"

Gregory was a little concerned that his mentor and research leader did not specify which idea had sounded so wonderful. He was all for getting the Demi-Human back and making a fortune off of their creation but he wasn't going to go along with murder.

"Hmm... but who do we use. We can't just hire someone can we?" remarked Leonard with a rather disturbing giggle. It was the kind of laugh that made normal people take a step back and look at an individual in a sideways manner.

The younger of the pair shuddered softly as his team leader grabbed a test tube and began dancing around with it. The words, "gonna get her back" were sang out in an almost childish manner for a time as he danced and jigged about. Gregory could not help but shake his head. The old man had slowly begun to lose it ever since specimen sixty-nine had escaped into the wild.

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