章節 474: 33. Torn.
Damien wanted to corrupt everything between Mimi and Damon, and sex had been a big part of it, but after this brief session, maybe Mimi would not want to have sex with Damon or he would dare to touch her. All he had to do was get his pleasure from this whole thing and then give it to Damon to feel. This would be all good things in relationships, but quite perverted and twisted, making babies and such. He would give Mimi decent nightmares for this and revulsion for sex for sure.
Damien got Mimi on the machine and put a monitor on her; it would have a built-in microphone so Mimi could hear everything. Little shed session had started and that machine would infuse Mimi with some of his little experiments too. Through her skin. First, he went and dragged the now unconscious Mimosa from the storage room and sedated Mimosa for a while by putting her on a strong sedative IV. He told Mimi everything the whole time, then injected the drug into her ovaries and gelled the whole pelvic area with hormone gels.
My head was out of the shuttle, this hell machine, but I had this damn helmet on my head. It had this goddamn monitor. There were also headphones.
I could hear Damien's explanation and I could not close my eyes, but I had to watch every single second of this. "See, baby, now I'm going to spread Mimosa's pussy open the same way I spread yours open and shoot a ripening implant into the mouth of Mimosa's uterus. This implant that you also have. Matures and softens the cervix so I can put the necessary drugs in there. Then I'll jelly Mimo's pussy just like I jellied yours. Well, now we're getting to the point where Mimosa's hormone therapy is on. I'm now turning off this sedative and Mimo should start waking up in 15 minutes. I've got some time to get ready before we start. "
Oh, this guy loves his voice, I thought. By now, the brushes had changed to spiked rollers as they slowly peeled my muscles to shreds. This was a shed session for sure with some of his little twists. The pain was indescribable, and I could control myself not to scream.
I decided to sabotage Salvatore's plan a little and lifted my hips as high as I could so that the rollers would sink as deep as possible into my lower abdomen, destroying or damaging my uterus and ovaries. I had had so many miscarriages that I didn't want another one. However, the restraints on my knees prevented me from getting my hips quite as high as I would have liked.
My attitude was one with a decent amount of fighting spirit, as I was not so drugged anymore but very much fucked up. I could not get to my rage, but I was angry enough without it. And determined too. I was focused now on being as defiant as possible, trying to sabotage this entire session, and since he wanted to torture Mimosa as well, maybe he would be distracted, too.
Next up, Damien had a rack, almost identical to what Bran had used, but this was more made for wolf form than humans. Damien secured Mimosa to her stomach so that Mimosa's legs dangled on either side of the rack. Mimosa would have nowhere to go, and Mimi would see everything.
He remembered that vision of what Mimi and Mimosa had seen, and he was ready to fulfill it. Now nothing was too much, and he was ready to hurt Mimosa, too. Let the stress begin and let it begin well. He made a long incision in Mimosa's back, from the top of her head to the tip of her tail, and sprayed something into the incision so it wouldn't heal.
"Cobalt, baby," he said. "Works very well locally, too."
Then he began to slide the metal strip in the same way under Mimo's skin. He peeled away the skin from the underlying tissue. In this pocket under Mimosa's skin, He put in a plate with a wire coming out of it. The plate now extended from the back of Mimo's body to her neck. He put a similar one on the other side. Then he let the wound heal by cutting away the strips of cobalt-coated skin. Two wires were now visible on Mimo's neck. Mimo was awake and whimpering. Plates were softened by her body heat, but they would do their things soon enough.
"Did you know Baby, I've always wanted a Mimo pelt..." Damon started lazily.
"Now these sheets are getting air, and they are expanding, stretching Mimo's skin. They also have a kind of tanning agent in them, so the pelt kind of makes itself baby. You see, as those plates expand, that tanning agents will sleep everywhere, even on her underbelly, and it will rip her skin out of there too. But tell me, how comfortable is that device? I hear it reveals new sides..."
Damien turned the dial, and Mimo's ribs bulged considerably, and Mimo whimpered. The pump whirred on, and Mimosa started to whine as tanning agents started to seep out from plates.
He walked near me. "See, Baby, I have a theory. You've noticed how these numerous treatments of mine have strengthened you. You can do more. You're faster, you can take more. I've taken you to your limits. But pregnancy and procreation are alien to you and your mimosa bodies, they have never been trained to endure. But now, this time, I am training. Let's think about mating. Remember how you were first hurt when Bran took you in wolf form? But not today. Not the last time. Bran hasn't gotten any smaller. You've just learned to deal with the stress."
I was silent as it had been as painful all the time, so this side did not remember everything. Good to know. The more I would get this one to talk, the more I could get him to reveal himself fully. Find evidence that my Damon would not be this crazy.
He continued to talk while walking. I could hear his footsteps. "It's going to be a bit the same here next. We'll go over every aspect of reproduction, breeding, gestation, birth, and lactation. So that when the hormone therapy works, and you've got your heat period and your reproductive period coming up, your body will have no trouble withstanding a normal pregnancy because I've already put it through so much more rigorous going through."
He paused for a while, to see if I was persuaded by his perverted plan. " I'm not saying it's going to be pleasant, and it's going to hit you very hard. Take strength and fitness. But the reward. The reward is what matters here. A progeny or more. The stress will be intense, and brutal and I will not stop, no matter how you beg. Now you know what to expect. "
Yeah, I was thinking, crazy is crazy. Damien always had to come up with very perverted reasons for these sessions. And it wasn't helped by arguing or negotiating. He just wanted to do the thing. The strangest thing, was Bran's statement because I didn't fuck Bran as a wolf or let him step on me. Damon claimed he has no separate bad side, but...
And most curiously, it was often Bran who defended Damon.
Bran had told me after one session, "Little girl, Damon is a very old and very strong being. Damon has lived so long that he has his code. His way of doing things, and unfortunately, he enjoys doing things for women. I don't think you are the only woman who has been at the hands of Damon like this, but Mimi, you can't die. You just can't. Let Damon do it, and maybe he will see that you are not like other women. You can take whatever he does to you. You're worthy of him."
I did not say anything; I let him talk while he wanted and he knew about Damien, but somehow he tried to see my torturer as Damon, not as Damien. It was like he too wanted to ruin our relationship, and this had been said after my wedding, so like he would want me to love only Charles and Adam. Weird guy. First, he was so against the whole marriage, and then this. I tried to think of these things just to distract myself from the pain of being ripped apart by this hellish machine.
Bran would always lecture me on the same song after one session and the next. It's like Bran wants Damien to do these things to me. I don't understand. And I don't agree with Bran at all. He had a few times mentioned Damien too and the same thing, Damien needed to be allowed to do this to me, it might be that this was part of destiny, to be an outlet for Damon/Damien so he could find inner peace or something else just as crazy crap. Bran could talk too. I just did not listen.
The machine was now up to my bones. The spiky rollers were slowly grinding away at the surface of my bones. It hurt so badly that I was almost unconscious of the pain the whole time. Mimosa cried and whimpered as the air left the machine and the tanning fluid burned into Mimosa's muscles and just as the skin was reattached to the muscles, the air came back. And I saw it all. Those plates did not cover her entire skin but there was a decent amount where these plates did not reach, but air ripped the skin off from her muscles, then it would suck that air out. And soon blow more, spraying that tanning fluid, too.
I had no sense of time. Both of our pained cries echoed in this bunker, and Damien would speak from time to time to Mimosa, too. Tellin' to her how pretty that hide will be and how he will fuck me on it. Mimosa did not speak. She was too much in pain and I could feel her confusion and agony, as she could not move at all. Pain ripped her apart, too. Skin is the biggest organ and very sensitive to touch and that air stretched Mimosa's skin too.
Then Damon finally came to me as the machine stopped. He took the helmet off my head for a moment. I was broken, mangled, shattered. He lifted the lid and took his time admiring what the machine had done. I was bloody. I could feel my body trying to heal. It was slower, but it healed.
"Is your lower belly a little tender, baby? That's why those ties on your legs, you couldn't quite reach high enough. Not quite. But we'll get to that in a minute. " Damon took again hose from the wall again and sprayed cold water all over me. I was still strapped in my place and I passed out from the pain as water hit my still-open wounds.
As I came to, I was shivering from the cold and pain. Damon untied me and gave the implant a couple of pushes, so I didn't put up much resistance as he lifted me off. He had a plastic apron as he did several times during the session as he lifted or turned my bruised body.
I saw that my body had not healed enough, not fully, and I was not sure if there had been something in that water that he had sprayed me. He carried me to some pool and lowered me into it. Then he locked my arms and legs again. Spiked restraints bit deep into my wrists and ankles. He pushed a button, and the liquid began to flow. Herbs and metals.
I started screaming because I couldn't stop myself. Damon took a needle and syringe from the table and paralyzed my vocal cords. He put the helmet back on so I could see what he was going to do to Mimosa next. Pain made my eyes blacken from time to time, so I did see part of always what he was doing to my wolf, my friend.
He went behind Mimosa and lifted Mimosa's tail and stuck a few fingers in her cunt. Then he pulled out the stool, took a spreader, and checked the womb. He took a thin tube and started to insert it inside Mimosa. Those plates were still pushing air inside my wolf's skin, stretching it and hurting her severely.
Apparently, her uterus was open. He pushed the tube in, and she whimpered. Eventually, he managed to force the hose through the cervix and kept pushing it for quite a while. He then attached the other end of the tube to a 4-liter drip bag with some sort of jelly in it.
He pushed the other tube into her, and the same thing happened. Then he tilted the table, so that she was front part down, opened the tubes, and let the stuff drain out. He looked satisfied and grunted himself.
I was almost passed out from this pain in this goddamn pool and I knew that since he had Mimosa too, he could focus on her breeding and getting her pregnant while he could torture me first, keep just a shed session. He had cannulated me and again, those damn bags were dripping into me.
He said, "Now both horns have their cannulas, and now I will start to fill and stretch Mimosa's uterus. "
Jelly bag after another drained quite fast into inside my wolf, who was soon in severe pain too. After less than ten minutes, Mimo was panting and whimpering as the pressure in her womb was almost unbearable.
"Baby, Mimo is pregnant now. Her uterus is being stretched, stretched big time, with a hormone gel. I'm going to keep stretching her uterus for a while and keep adding volume as I can fit it in. "
He explained to me. I was almost too confused by the pain to understand much of anything.
Damon coldly hung two new 4-litre bags and opened the taps. The bags now flowed more slowly inside Mimosa.
Then he came to me. My skin was on fire, but now my breasts felt like they were going to explode. They hurt, and the throbbing pain was nasty and even the slightest pressure increased the pain 100-fold. I knew they were filled with milk, but I could not get it out. Damon came and took my right breast in his palm and squeezed. A spray of milk came from my nipple, and the pain took away my consciousness. When I woke up, it was the same again.
He told me, "Time to get you a little stronger again, baby. I will do this for so long until you will stay awake. "
And he did. Pain tore through my extremely sensitive breasts as he squeezed them. Until I didn't pass out anymore. The pain did not diminish at all.
Then he attached pumps to both breasts, which began to milk my breasts in extreme pain. It felt like my breasts were on fire. My eyes were wet with tears, but my helmet prevented him from seeing this. Somehow, I did not want him to see me crying out in pain. He pushed a button that lifted me out of the liquid. My skin, or I had none, was bright red. He spread my legs. And thrust three fingers into my cunt. With one push of a button, I was sinking back into the broth. So I was still in the water and he focused on me.
His voice was full of malice and glee same time. "Good, almost done. Then we get to the next stage. Look, baby, I'm not going to do to you what I did to Mimosa and vice versa. Don't assume whatever you see Mimosa doing to you will happen to you."
He pushed a button on the side of the pool, and dozens of nozzles began to move, the liquid still everywhere. I pass out from the pain fully. When I came to, I saw Mimosa's situation getting worse. There were now eight liters inside her. Again Damon went to put the next bags in and happily felt Mimo's sides, which were already bulging. I tried to stay awake, not so easy as pumps hurt satanically, and this hell-broth, full of metals and herbs, peeled off my skin. I was up to my neck to it, so every inch of my skin was pure agony, and the rest of my body too.
After an hour, or something like that, he came to turn off the pool and lifted me on a towel. My skin, what was left of it, not much, was bright red and blistered and extremely sensitive to the touch. He had his protective apron and gloves as he listed me like a piece of meat.
The towel felt like sandpaper on my back, and my breasts were finally less painful, now just sore from the powerful pump that had been milking them all along. I had produced an incredible amount of milk, and I knew it was eating up my resources. I knew that I was not gonna be in any shape after this and it would probably take a lot of time to me get better from this. Torture continued mercilessly, pain took away slowly my will to fight as I tried to endure and survive too.
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