Chapitre 525: 4. Scatman's World.
My head started to clear, but only a little. I was still unable to do much of anything because he had a remote, Mimosa was still in danger and I had no idea how far that remote could function. I felt the plane take off, and I felt the plane lift off the ground, and the flight began. Damon stood up. He grabbed me and lifted me. Then he ripped the dress off me. I was naked. At some point, he had taken my shoes off.
He pulled me by the hand to the back of the plane, where there was a big bed, and pushed me into the bed. I was not in the mood for this and neither was he, but once again, this goddamn obsession of his had taken over his mind and he was not thinking straight. The most likely scenario was that I would once again, end up with one hell of a nasty infection, in medbay, maybe in the incubator and for months. Not like that at all.
"Don't think there's no distance capacity." He said dangerously, pointing to the Mimosa implant control.
I decided to behave myself for a little while longer. He quickly undressed and got into bed. He started to press my heat points. He grunted, irritated as I resisted and not being in the mood, so I did not get turned on at all. Then he reached over to the other side of the bed and took another metallic briefcase from under the bed. He opened it and loaded the implant gun, now with four implants. There were a lot of different implants, not named but color coded, so I guess he knew his code system well enough. I somehow hated that damn briefcase and those implants. It was almost my enemy.
He pressed the tranquilizer implants twice on both of them so that I was almost unconscious. He continued with the heat point and cursing. I did not react as well as I should have, not at all. Soon, my stomach hurt. I tried to look, but my eyes were barely able to open and I felt so damn drugged.
He had slit open my stomach and was looking for one ovary and shot an implant, the same on the other side. He opened my uterus and shot one into it. My uterus was still human. In the heat, we get a wolf's womb. It has two horns. Now, I had a regular pear-shaped human womb. He took one other bag somewhere and came back, then he poured more hormone jelly into my belly. And let it close up.
He came to lie on top of me, immediately pushed himself deep inside me, and started squirting something from his dick and tasting my blood. And he was continued with the heat spots. His body heat and his weight on top of me made the hormone jelly activate and be absorbed. I could feel my heat spots starting to react. He continued the whole flight. I was not so much turned on. He had taken again, some injections to get himself hard. So this was not a pleasure for him, either.
He must have poured another liter of jelly into me three or four times, tasted my blood, and lay on top of me the whole time. Him being inside me, spurting something through it, too. He did not much moved inside me, only thrust here and there, he did not come inside me many times at all. After the last bag, he started fucking me while he was squeezing my hot spots. I was getting in heat. I felt the cat heat, too, and tried to stop it with everything I had. I had fought it all the way, but the heat was inevitably getting closer. When the plane started to land, POP!!!, the heat came on.
Damon picked up the pace, fucked me faster and harder, grunting now more, kept spurting harder and harder, and got the heat on. He could smell it. As the wheels of the plane touched the ground, Damon shot inside me and started to fill. I felt hot wave after hot wave fill both of my uteruses and likewise felt him triumphantly detect my cat's uterus and fill that, too.
I had no idea how come he was able to fill me up so freaking much this time. Because stuff just kept flooding out of him, this did not feel like a normal bump. I have no idea what this was. Somehow, it felt not right at all. Maybe it was a because of the stench of wet dog, and his emotionless gaze, or my panic over Mimosa being his prisoner. I wanted not to be in heat, wanted him to get a grip of himself, but same time knowing that was not gonna happen. Just somehow I knew it.
When he was finally ready, my stomach was like I was six months pregnant. I hadn't come at all the whole time, and I knew that it was extremely important that the woman came in the heat. This heat would be doomed. I couldn't force myself to come, especially if this threatened Mimosa and shoved implants in me, heat or no heat.
I tried to come up with some way to get this heat done, but I was too drugged, too pissed off, and not in the mood, as was not he, too. As they say, it takes two to tango and if one of them is forced, another one is doing this just when he has to, not feeling it, there won't come anything out of it, but Damon is in this mood, he was not thinking, not at all.
Damon stayed still lying on top of me, and watched for a while, biting my neck and draining something. My scalp tingled. He got up and got dressed and threw me a dress. He took the remote in his hand and looked at me sharply. The dress was almost like a maternity dress; I took it and put it on. My pussy was wet and slimy from the heat, but my head wasn't in the heat.
I also started to feel severe withdrawal symptoms because I hadn't had Charles' or Adam's pheromones. Damon came to me and released my hair. It was red and long and curly. He smelled like a wet dog, still. It really stank and turned my already upset stomach almost upside down, and I had to keep myself not to throw up.
"Well, that's good," he said. "You look much better and soon we will be so happy when you learn your duties to me."
Damon took my hand and said. "Come on, Baby, remember Mimosa. Even if Mimo is awake, she doesn't know about her implants,"
Damon said in a neutral voice, as if he was discussing the weather. He kept that control in his hand all the time.
We got in the car, and I sat in the front seat. I fastened my seat belt. Damon sniffed the air contentedly. He could smell my heat when I wasn't wearing any underwear, just a simple dress. We were driving in France, apparently towards our castle. When we arrived at the castle, Damon closed the door with the key and put the key in his pocket.
This was not a flank wedding, not with this guy, not at all. Then he came to me and took me to the medbay. Here, too, there were suitcases and some bags already hanging. He dragged me to the bed and tied me up. A couple of strokes from the implants, and I couldn't resist anymore. He cannulated me and made four bags drip full. these were again those weird murky bags. I had no idea what was in there, if anything. Then he came on top of me again and started fucking me. I didn't come. I didn't even really feel anything.
The sedative made sure of that. I was too drugged, too numbed up by this medication for me to feel anything. He came inside me again. He sniffed me and lay inside me until my stomach had dropped and all his bump had been absorbed. It felt so wrong, so damn wrong, and I did not want this to happen at all.
Then he loaded the implant gun again, and this time, he pushed the thick tip through my stomach and fired several implants into it, ten by my last count. He changed the spots, so those damn implants were everywhere inside me. I really hated that briefcase. I wanted to destroy it and I had no idea that my hatred made it one item on my dark finder radar and it would be useful in the future.
His voice dripped malice and twisted satisfaction as he remarked after putting that briefcase away, "Now, Baby, you have three hormone implants, one anesthetic, two sedatives, and four symptom/disease implants. Let's see if you can behave or if you need to be taught."
He dragged me from medbay to one of the bedrooms naked and threw me in bed. He came naked himself next to me. He was on his back and told me to get on top of him and pierce myself. He took the remote control. It was bigger; it had a lot of buttons and he had mimosa's control too. I did as I was told. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me fully into him.
Then he wrapped his arms around me and pressed my head against his neck. He was not as big as normal and somehow, his cock felt wrong. I was not aroused at all and, mostly, this felt really awkward for me. He was again greasy, that greasiness was all over him.
He pressed my face tightly to his neck. It smelled like a wet dog. "Now, Baby, you're in it until you get addicted to my pheromones."
I wasn't going anywhere. He was as thick as he could inside me, and his grip was relentless. I tried not to sniff. But he was so not as large as he could be. He was somehow. I have no idea how to describe it, but most of all, it felt like some stranger had been inside me, not Damon.
" Fine, let's do this the hard way then," he growled.
He was clearly irritated when I stopped my breathing and breathed only now and then through my mouth.
He let my upper torso rise. Still being inside me. He reached over and opened a bag, that he had brought here from medbay. I heard the zipper being opened. He rummaged around there for a few minutes. Next, He slammed the tranquilizer straight into my lungs. Nice flank, I thought.
My head was fuzzy. Time lost its meaning as I tried to stay sitting on top of him. He was still inside me. He brushed something to my lips and held them closed for a moment. I couldn't get them apart! He had glued my lips together.
Then he hit my diaphragm with an injection; it stimulated my breathing, and all I could do was breathe through my nose, drawing air and also pheromones into me. Damon pressed me against his neck again. I was helpless. Damon seemed to sense this as he started pushing his dick inside me again, ever again. It hurt.
Even in the heat, I was slimy and wet. Damon was so big that it hurt. He was too thick, and I was not wet enough; he did not fuck me in the right way. Not at all. I could feel myself tearing up now and then. I could smell my blood too. He picked up the pace.
The wet dog smell would occasionally fade, and the passionfruit would briefly appear, but it was always only for a minute or two. Something in his expression would change, but only in those few minutes. There was maybe a flicker of authentic emotion, confusion like he had no idea what he was actually doing. He'd go off. I don't know how long he held me on top of him. He could smell that I was now addicted to his pheromone. When he finally let go but didn't leave me, he rolled me over and kept going.
I finally managed to tear my mouth open, and although my lips were bloody, it didn't matter. Damon had come inside me several times, and finally, he pulled out, loose, and went to get dressed. I wasn't going anywhere. I couldn't. But this pheromone was no more than a wet dog.
There was no story in this pheromone and again, a little flicker of doubt rose in my mind. What if, this is some other creature inside him, so well embedded into him that it can tap into his memories? I tried to keep this in my drugged mind, but it was not easy. There was no other scent, and I didn't understand at all. But now I needed it, and it disgusted me beyond measure.
I had no sense of time. Only being drugged up to my eyes, Damon fucking me, me being addicted to that disgusting smell and he sensitize me even more to it, so I would need more and more of it, there was no sensible thought in my mind, slightest defiance got Damon to give me one blow from the implant, my mind fogging up even more and my heat did not get anywhere, it was painful and started to smell wrong; it was tangling up.
My heat was getting even more tangled up. I had no idea how many weeks I'd been here. Damon became more and more impatient the further my heat knotted. He blamed me. He drugged me full and shouted at me. I was naked in bed, feeling so damn dirty and used. I hated those pheromones and still, I needed them badly, too.
My senses did not work properly because of my drugged state and it was hard for to me understand sometimes things. I could feel this oppressive feeling, this hated sedated feeling all around me and I lost my wonderful memories from this place because this never-ending nightmare took over my mind so fully.
He said, his voice now angry sneer as he looked at me, standing after showering all dressed up, " You and your fucking willpower, you're fucking stopping this. You're fucking full of my sperm, and I still can't get a single fucking egg out of you. What the fuck is wrong with you that you don't want to reproduce with me?"
He kept pushing more and more hormones, implants, and jelly. He fucked but shorter and shorter, and finally, he was finding it difficult to get aroused. Even his injections did not work out so well. He was limp. I had never seen him that limp and small, but he was now. And because of that, now, he stopped talking about having children.
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