Capítulo 66: 26. Eye Of The Tiger.
Then it began. He fucked me first in human form. It felt rape, not good, and he was not good at this at all. So long that he felt the uterine horns begin to develop. It was just a normal reaction, but I knew that my body was set out to destroy, and kill them all.
Then it was time for cat form. He came on top of me and plunged into my pussy, ripping with pleasure. He was raw. He pushed as deep as he could go and came as hard as he could. He had been on Sark's hormone tablets for some time. He confessed.
He spoke to me, as creepily as ever, but this time it was not about my ever-increasing weakness in his treatment but his fertility and my pregnancy. He told me how it had been his idea and Sark, being an evil genius, had tried to turn humans and vampires into shifters and supernatural for quite some now and he was always ready to test it out.
Already halfway through the shed, he began to be sure his shapeshifter form would hold. He taunted me all the time. He told me how super-fertile his semen was. And how they stay in my system for a long time. Waiting. He said you don't have to wait long after giving birth. He was going to give me horny substances throughout my pregnancy, or fucking, so that my fertility would stay high for a long time.
I would not be the only female, not in a long shot, and once he would get me properly pregnant, and giving birth, he would set out to inseminate as many shifter women as possible, he had still a taste for raping and now knowing how fertile he was, how he would force them to carry litters for him, was something that made him very excited.
Please, please, somebody, just kill me... I prayed, I hoped. I knew that I had some very bad things in my life, but did I really deserve this fate? I wanted this to end. There was nothing inside me anymore. Only anguish, pain, shame, desperation. Damien had been breeding me for two weeks straight. He wouldn't leave me at all, fucking and fucking all the time. If not sperm, then something that made me feel dirty. Speaking to me all the time. Marking me, possessing me, and trying to be alpha.
Already a week ago, there was a threshold. I did not know did he had put pregnancy on already then or not. I fought and fought as he bit my neck and pushed deep into my womb and bred and bred. I felt the horns, the heat.
Damien said, "Your smell changed, baby, we did it. We're going to be parents. I will put this now on, four weeks baby, then it will happen. Oh, how I love to see your belly swelling soon. "
I knew I was already pregnant. Even my body fought as hard as it could. To destroy as many fetuses and sperm as possible, there were just too many.
He triggered the implants. Whispering to me in a calm, creepy voice, "You see, baby, you love being controlled, you challenge me, and I challenge you. I'll teach you. Soon you'll know that if you don't behave, you might get a little more uncomfortable. But, Baby, you know what? When you behave this way, you'll be safe under me, and I'll be deep inside you, controlling you all the time. I know that this panic feeling makes you want to hide, so I will cover you, and be on top of you, all the time. Breeding you. So once you start to give birth, you give birth weekly for a year at least. Just let the drug come on. Don't fight it, you can't. It is too strong anyway. Just let go. Accept your new life as mine."
My drug included panic felt under the surface the whole time. I kept it at bay, holding it so it wouldn't take me, as long as I could. It was even something I could fight against. There was not much more for me to fight.
Damien was inside me the whole time. I didn't know if I was shedding any more eggs or not, but he lay on top of me, moving, talking, his disgusting, thick, spiky snake stuffed deep into my womb, teeming with his offspring. He kept squirting inside me.
However, the worst part was the marks that Damien had bitten all over my body. The pain seared through my skin, leaving a trail of red, angry welts. And the smell. For some strange reason, I felt like I started to smell the wet dog now and then. The odor lingered in the air, a mix of damp fur and musk that made my stomach turn.
He had been marking, biting me all the time. My back, and my shoulders, were full of bite marks, each one a painful reminder of his dominance. I felt his ownership mark like a brand on my shoulder, the stinging sensation burning into my flesh. He bit it repeatedly, his actions dripping with possessiveness.
Damien hissed in my ear again, creepily, his voice sending shivers down my spine, "Then Baby, when you're pregnant with the rest of those men, I'll addict you to my pheromones again. And now I'm making it permanent."
The threat hung heavy in the air, a cloud of fear that engulfed me. I concentrated hard, shutting off the blood flow to my brain so I could get at least a brief respite.
Darkness encroached, and I passed out, but only for a moment. I was dreaming. I found myself sitting on a desolate beach; the wind whipping through my hair, the cold biting at my skin. It wasn't a rainbow island. It was cold, dreary, windy, and rocky.
Damon was sitting next to me, his presence a comforting anchor in the bleakness. "I was wrong. This is my fault," he admitted, his voice filled with remorse. "Don't you fucking baby give up, you hear me? Don't you give up!"
His words resonated in my ears, a desperate plea for strength. I looked at the barren terrain, a landscape devoid of hope, and said, "There's nothing left to hold on to. I'm about to smell a wet dog if it helps. Slaughter me like you did those puppies. Kill me, please. Come and find me and kill me. Stop this suffering, even if it's in a shed." The weight of my plea hung heavy in the air, a desperate cry for release. The sleep ended abruptly, and the torment continued.
Damon had scanned Mimi's mind, trying to penetrate it, but the Implants that Damien had put in her prevented him from accessing her if she was awake. He could go to her only in a dream, and he was ready. He had to be able to talk to her. When he had noticed his chance, he had taken it. But it had been only less than a minute.
Damon shared his revelation with Mariella, his voice filled with urgency, "She's already pregnant. We're too late. Did you hear Mimi is already pregnant, full of Damien's embryos?"
Mariella's face fell, a mix of concern and frustration etched on her features. "I know. We need to fucking destroy every single one of those embryos. I think we're going to Romania."
Damon's silence spoke volumes, his mind racing with the weight of their impending mission. Then, he heard Mimi's thought, a faint whisper in the chaos. He heard how Damien was happy to destroy Damon and Mimi and Damon's reputation, too. Damon banged the thought into Mariella's mind, a sense of urgency pushing them forward.
Mariella said, "Let's go kill that bastard. And save Mimi."
Damon thought gloomily, " What's left of Mimi?"
Mimi, whom he had met in a dream, seemed empty, a shell. Hollow. Damon didn't know how he could fix it if he could.
They left for a Romanian. Charles, Adam, Damon, Mimosa, and Shadow. Mimosa and Shadow set off on a grim mission. To kill the puppies. Damon had shown her how he killed the puppies and why. They were raving mad. Mimi's white-hot rage was no match for the rage of the alphas. The cubs bit each other. They didn't talk. They had no future. Mimo and Shadow knew what to do.
Damien is still fucking. The smell of wet dogs was stronger. I tried to think it was just my imagination. Now, he had me on my stomach again. He pushed deep into my cunt and took hold of my hips, and started to get excited. He got harder, thicker, and more excited. He had fucked my ass many times.
He said it was good to put some horny stuff in there. "Oh, baby, you know your fertility is growing. I can smell it. If I'm not careful, you'll be pregnant again soon. I might make you new wombs and breed them, too. The puppies would only be a week apart. You're in good shape to carry the puppies. And your milk. It's good. They should just make them bigger, but I think pregnancy will take care of that, too."
He groped my tits, which had been producing milk for weeks. They would sell the milk for a good price. Sark wanted samples of my milk and my blood and whatnot, so from time to time, Damien let him take his samples while fucking me all the time. Sark found this fascinating as he had never seen shifter mating or pregnancy, but only this mine and Damien were now able to breed. He was sure that he would get much more information once Damien set out on his raping spree.
Sometimes Sark would come and watch Damien fuck me. Sometimes, Damien would turn over and bite me again and again. Now, he had been fucking me in human form for days. He also drank my milk from time to time. He had bitten my nipples, but he did not enjoy it so much. I wondered if I ever got out of this. How on earth I would ever fuck or breed with anyone again? Then I realized that no one wants to fuck me after Damien has fucked me. I'm trash.
I hoped that Damon would come and end me. I remembered how Damon always got in a rage when there was a wet dog smell. The putrid stench filled the air, making my stomach turn. How he couldn't stand it, how he'd maul me. The memory of his violent outbursts haunted me. I began to hope I'd stink enough if Damon ever came around that he'd just finish me off.
The desperation took hold of me, suffocating me. He could do this fast and efficiently, too. Damien kept talking to me, his words a blur in my overwhelmed mind. I knew I was already pregnant, the weight of it pressing down on me. I felt that disgusting feeling when I was full of maggots or worms, a sickening sensation that refused to fade. That feeling didn't go away, and I felt more and more of them being born. The wriggling, crawling sensation beneath my skin was unbearable.
I was told this was the first week the puppies needed their father, and I needed more horny substances. How I needed his dick. How he was going to be fucking and breeding at the same time as the alphas. The anticipation twisted inside me, a desperate longing for release. He was always brushing my sides, his touch both disgusting and suffocating.
Huge desperation swelled inside me, threatening to consume me. I felt like I was sinking into some black abyss, the darkness closing in on me. I could feel him pushing the horny substances into some uterus. And breed. I felt the new strands start to grow again, his hands roaming along my ribs.
I heard that the alphas would come to breed me the day after tomorrow. The impending arrival of the alphas sent shivers down my spine.
"Oh, you're my little bitch," he whispered, his words a mix of possession and desire.
Now, he was again penetrating me in a pleasurable feline form and rough. Now he always had the nerve to fuck and tear my pussy apart first. The pain and desperation intertwined with a cruel dance of torment. He thrust deep and fucked, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room. I felt the hot liquid inside me, a searing warmth that consumed me.
He picked up the pace a little and continued again, his movements relentless. He bit his teeth on the possessive mark and ejaculated my womb very deep. The heat increased, and I felt him occasionally loosening his teeth and pushing into me to mark me as his own.
The sensation of his teeth and his dominance overwhelmed me, leaving me feeling violated and marked. He had gelled me up because I couldn't fight anymore now that I had to take care of the cubs. The overwhelming sense of helplessness washed over me, leaving me paralyzed. I didn't know how many wombs I actually had, a terrifying uncertainty that added to my despair.
Suddenly, the weight came off me, and I felt him tear me apart inside. There was another cat here. I wondered if the alphas had arrived early. Clatter, growl, grunts of a fight, then a crunch. The sounds of the vicious battle filled the air, a cacophony of violence.
I looked to the side at two black cats, one dead with its neck ripped out, its neck broken, and its eyes glazed over. But which one? The sight of the lifeless cat, its once vibrant eyes now dull, sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't let the drug-included panic come on. I had fought against it all the time. I waited for Damon to come and do the same to me, and it was over.
But no, he tried to calm me down and apologize. His voice was a desperate plea for forgiveness. I craned my neck, ready for him to let me go. Have mercy because I had no hope. The flicker of hope that had remained in me was extinguished, leaving only resignation and despair in its wake.
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