章 98: 18. Don't Speak.
I woke up, my senses dulled, feeling heavily drugged. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen, damn it. The haze in my mind made it difficult to comprehend how I ended up like this. Slowly, I opened my eyes, only to be greeted by a chorus of voices echoing around me. I despised feeling so vulnerable, but I had to keep my composure.
As I looked around, it became painfully clear that I was confined in a cage, trapped behind unyielding steel bars. They were too close for my feline form to squeeze through, as if I could even change my shape. I shifted slightly, causing a rustling sound around me, the sensation of a blanket or some type of thermal covering, metallic in color.
An amused voice pierced the air. "Oh, my little mate is waking up. You're quite the sly one. I'll be lucky to have you as my wife."
The thought of marrying anyone, let alone this person, filled me with disdain. I cherished my solitude and was still trying to figure out what I wanted in life. I didn't want to be tied down by a vampire or anyone else.
The figure, whom I assumed was Number One, crouched beside the cage, gazing at me intently. "You're a wildcat, but don't worry. I'll tame you. I'll teach you many things, including emotions. You don't have to be cold and distant anymore. You're no longer a leader; you're my captive, my future mate, my soon-to-be wife, and eventually, you'll be pregnant. You've been undergoing hormone treatment for a few days now, and it's working well. So, expect some changes within you, too."
He stood up, commanding, "Keep her sedated, awake but harmless. I've reserved a room for her. I'll breed her daily, teaching her how to be a woman, not just a female, but a lover as well."
Number Four, referred to as Doc, nodded in agreement. "She's still hypothermic. The sedatives have lowered her body temperature, and her internal balance is delicate. We need to handle her with care, or else we can't predict what might happen to her. Can he truly die?"
Number One affirmed, "We'll find out soon enough. Now move her. She'll be warm beneath me, legs spread, with my cock in her pussy, being bred. I'll keep her very warm."
The thought sent a shiver down my spine. I refused to be reduced to a mere plaything, to be used and bred against my will. My body, my choice. I wasn't going to surrender and let him have his way with me. Not now, not ever.
Mariella awoke in a dimly lit room, disoriented and groggy. Her belly felt uncomfortably full, as if she had been force-fed for days. The heavy sedatives pulsed through her veins, making her feel trapped and helpless. The incessant dripping of the IVs filled her ears, each drop echoing like a haunting melody. She longed to tear out the lines, to be free from their invasive presence, but her drugged state rendered her powerless.
Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps broke the silence. Mariella's heart sank, realizing what was to come. She couldn't bear the thought of more breeding, not with the amount of sperm already inside her womb. Her abdomen still protruded from the previous night's encounters. Damon, the one responsible for her captivity, entered the room with a smug grin on his face.
"Good morning, darling," he sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Ready for some more?" he taunted. "I need to ensure you're nice and full. They found my other mate, but there's no need to be jealous. I have enough sperm for all of you. You just have to share."
Mariella spat out defiantly, "I've been bred enough. There's no need to fill me up any further."
Damon chuckled, stripping off his clothes and revealing his perfectly sculpted physique. He knew he was a sight to behold and took pleasure in flaunting it.
Approaching the bed, he ran his hands over Mariella's body and whispered seductively, "Come on, darling. You have a meal for me, don't you?"
Leaning in, Damon took one of her nipples into his mouth, greedily drinking her hot milk. Mariella's body quivered, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation coursing through her.
"God, I should hate you," she muttered, her voice laced with desire. "But don't stop...don't you dare to stop."
Damon continued, draining her perfect, pert breasts of every last drop of milk, leaving her trembling and moaning with pleasure. The scent of her arousal, a blend of peaches and white wine, permeated the air. Despite her initial resistance to the breeding, Mariella found herself more than willing, succumbing to Damon's skilled manipulation of her body.
Mariella's body quivered with anticipation as Damon greedily consumed all of her milk. Her drugged gaze, a mix of intoxication and arousal, met his smirking face. The drugs coursing through her veins made her movements uncoordinated and sluggish as she attempted to spread her legs.
Damon, reveling in the power he held over her, taunted, "You're so eager, my darling. Allow me to assist you in spreading those legs. You're such a good little girl, ready to be bred by your master."
With a forceful thrust, he entered her tight, scorching, wet pussy, causing her breasts to bounce and her voice to surrender to moans of pleasure. The drugs rendered her utterly helpless, yet willingly compliant, precisely how Damon enjoyed his women. The feeling of dominance surged through him as he took someone who initially resisted, for he believed that forced fucking was merely a part of their punishment. In the vampires' vocabulary, there was no room for the concept of rape, as it was something exclusively perceived or classified by humans. Their tight moral boundaries were a peculiar charm to him.
Sometimes, the temptation to corrupt a human, particularly a nun, proved irresistible to Damon. The thrill of charming an ancient virgin nun, deflowering her after a lifetime of preservation, was a sweet victory. Of course, these nuns would be forever changed, both figuratively and sometimes literally, as Damon had turned many nuns into vampires.
As he continued to ravish Mariella, coaxing multiple orgasms from her trembling body, he sensed her tightness milking him, signaling her readiness. Her loose cervix allowed him easy access to position himself.
His thrusts grew more frenzied, accompanied by grunts of pleasure. The pulsating sensation in his balls and spine intensified, signaling his impending release. Finally, he sank deep into her fertile depths, causing her to gasp sharply as his cock lodged itself firmly in her cervix. The rapid swelling of his cock and the formation of a knot at its base locked them together, eliciting both irritation and discomfort from her, while he panted heavily. The eruption of his sperm, hot and powerful, sent shivers of pleasure coursing through his body.
Releasing one of her hands, Damon shifted her sideways, wrapping his leg around her for better leverage. Grinding his knot against her cervix, he continued to fill her womb with each forceful thrust, fully aware of her drugged and helpless state.
Murmuring to her, he encouraged, "That's it, my good girl. Take it all. Feel it deep inside you, the sensation of your womb being filled and stretched. Embrace the breeding, surrender to it completely."
Mariella felt completely helpless as the goddamn vampire did it again. He lodged himself inside her like a dog, knotting and flooding her defenseless wombs with his sperm. He whispered in her ear, his voice filled with a possessive tone, telling her that his sperm contained different substances that would soon be absorbed by her wombs. She could feel his weight pressing against her side, as he described how her ovaries were growing and ripening.
Mariella was fed up with this relentless breeding that he subjected her to every single night. He would come, fuck her, knot inside her, and fall asleep with his cock still inside her. In the morning, her belly would always be swollen, her breasts full of milk, and he would soon be back to breeding her again.
"Yay," Mariella thought sarcastically, "at least I'll soon be pregnant. There is no choice with this goddamn vampire."
Her mind was drugged, making her thoughts hazy, but she couldn't help but reminisce about her past sexual encounters. She was no virgin; she had found no one she truly wanted, but she had enjoyed multiple partners. She even had her own fuckphone, filled with hundreds of contacts to call for a good time. Memories of a cruise she had taken flashed through her mind. It had lasted three weeks, and she had slept with 20 different guys. It was a singles cruise, and one of her friends had just broken up, so she had spent three nights with him. He had been wonderful, but Mariella craved variety. She could still remember their names and faces vividly.
Damon whispered into her ear, breaking her train of thought. "Soon, my love," he murmured, "you will forget about those puny humans and learn to love me, your master, your husband. We will be happy together. Now, focus on the sensation of me creating life inside you."
Mariella fell silent, feeling the effects of the drugs in her mind intensify as Damon reached over and adjusted an IV. He didn't want her thinking too much; he wanted her to be completely under his control, a helpless being bred by him. He wanted her to focus solely on the sensations he was giving her, not on memories of old lovers.
Damon felt a hint of jealousy and possessiveness rise within him, something rare for him as he had never been a jealous guy. He had been with many women, and if they had been with other men, that was fine. He was just determined to show them that he was the best. In fact, he almost appreciated the fact that Mariella had some experience, as it allowed her to truly appreciate just how good he was and what he was doing to her.
I woke up in a dimly lit room, disoriented and struggling to piece together what had happened. The memories flooded back - I had awoken in that cursed cage, drugged and far from the freedom of the forest that I had planned for. My body felt heavy and weak, as if all my muscles had turned to jelly from the potent muscle relaxants they had administered.
The drugs clouded my mind, making my vision blurry and leaving my mouth parched and dry. I was naked, but thankfully covered, shivering uncontrollably. I vaguely remembered someone mentioning that I tend to run cold under sedation, a trait inherited from my feline vampire side. The restraints on my hands made any movement impossible, fueling my frustration at being utterly helpless.
I mustered the energy to turn my head, my weary eyes taking in the sight of a drip rack filled with bags and various infusion pumps. They were using these contraptions to maintain my drugged state. My mind was too foggy to formulate a plan, and I found myself drifting in and out of consciousness.
Fragmented memories surfaced - figures in white coats entering the room, bringing more bags with a faint scent of pear or apple, maybe even passionfruit. The significance of these scents eluded me, lost in the haze of my drugged mind.
My thoughts turned to the dangerous creature that I was. If I were to have offspring, they would grow at an alarming rate, with 65-70% inheriting my uncontrollable rage gene. But raising shifter cubs was not an option; their rapid growth would hinder their ability to learn control over their emotions. It had taken me years to gain the willpower necessary to rein in my own impulses.
I knew I was a monster, a responsible one at that, which is why I had made the conscious decision not to procreate. I didn't hate babies or have a lack of desire to have children, but the world didn't need more monsters like me.
Now, lying in this drugged state, I prayed that my body was peculiar enough to prevent pregnancy. As the alpha female, my gestation period would last a mere four weeks, and my newborn cubs would possess their own magical abilities, allowing them to stay small inside me and grow to normal size upon birth. The thought of potentially giving birth to thousands of cubs, with 70% of them carrying my rage gene, was overwhelming. It was better for me not to breed, to spare the world from a sea of monsters.
But in my current state, with my willpower compromised and my mind clouded by the drugs, I had no control over what was being dripped into my veins.
As my mind drifted to the past, I found myself lost in a sea of regrets and the weight of the hardships I had endured. Memories of countless battles and very few victories consumed me. It was these experiences that drove me to become the ice queen within my organization, never allowing myself to form any connections or relationships. Emotions were weaknesses, and I couldn't afford to have any. This was simply my way of life.
Wrapped in warm blankets, I still felt exposed, as if they were just a formality that would soon reveal my thin, pale, scarred body. It was far from pretty or feminine. My lack of curves, my thinness, and my muscles made me resemble more of a feline warrior than a woman. Beauty contests were the last thing on my mind. Instead, I used makeup and smart dressing to transform myself into a woman who demanded attention and yet was consistently underestimated. It was a tool, a weapon I wielded with precision.
As I awakened once again, my eyes were crusty and tired, my body heavy. I struggled to move as the door opened, revealing the presence of a vampire. He casually strolled in, closing and locking the door behind him. His silk or satin shirt clung to his body, showcasing his physique. His raven black hair cascaded in curls around his neck, exuding a sense of luxury. His flawless pale skin accentuated his cruel-looking mouth and his ice-cold blue eyes, which held a hint of amusement. His voice, low and dangerous, had a silky, seductive quality to it.
He spoke to me, saying, "I can see, baby, that my little treatment is working. It's alright, you can admire me. I'll be yours, but not exclusively. I have others, so you'll have to learn to share. Embrace it, let it happen. Look at me, admire me, let your body and instincts awaken."
He was undeniably attractive, but the thought of him not being solely mine ignited jealousy within me. I wanted him to belong to me and no one else. I had this overwhelming need to possess him, to tame him completely so that nothing could ever separate us. It left me feeling confused and questioning the origin of these thoughts. Where had this train of thought come from?
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