Eventually, it stopped. Damon took the helmet off my head and unhooked me from the machine. My pussy was sore and stretched. My breasts felt pretty full again, and Damon touched my nipples and saw the milk coming, but I didn't moan hard enough because he said, " Not yet, Baby, you're not quite ready. But come on next job, let's have some time alone."
He carried me over to the exam table and tied me up.
Mimo was now lying on her stomach, and almost all the jelly had been absorbed, and I could still see the contractions. The sheets were moving under Mimo's skin, and Mimo was whimpering pitifully. I was on my back, and Damon again took the metal table next to him where he had stored the supplies.
He had taken the helmet off my head, and the cocktail of drugs had almost disappeared. He felt all over my stomach and then he took a scalpel and sliced into my right lower abdomen as if he had removed my appendix.
"Now Baby first I'm going to find the beginning of your colon. This way, I'll put a sphincter on the small intestine for a moment so we can get the colon in place first. Now I'm going to open your colon like this and I'm going to put a substance like this. Believe it or not, this will not be more than 15 ml, but it will be enough. "
He inserted a tube of some kind a short distance away and pushed the substance into my intestine. It didn't feel like anything.
"Now we're going to put in a second substance. Then you'll experience something."
He inserted another substance, quickly pulled the tube out, and let my bowels close. I felt the pressure build in my bowels, and it moved up and across my stomach towards my ass, where it stopped. My bowels were stretched to the limit and were very sensitive to the touch.
"This is a polymer. Expands when those two substances combine. As you can see, it expands a lot but stays relatively soft. Now, I can release your small intestine. There's more to come,"
Next, Damon went higher and found the lower part of my stomach, and again, he quickly sliced open my skin and deftly searched for the beginning of my small intestine.
"Now, for your small intestine, you get three balls. The first ball contains a powerful digestive enzyme. These balls will rotate by centrifugal force along your small intestine. So the first ball around, it's already on its way to injecting an enzyme that slowly destroys the intestinal mucosa and everything else and this second one, oops, it's already on its way, it's a bit bigger, and it has those kinds of bristles, well it's already removing everything that the enzyme dissolves and this third one. This is big. Well, it was already there. It follows those two, and here, too, has a rough surface that it does its own thing. Now your small intestine is taken care of."
My God, this one can talk, I thought. The balls in my gut were beginning to feel uncomfortable, as if the air was rumbling, but I had experienced much worse.
"Next up, baby, for you is your stomach. That's where you get more of this wonderful polymer."
He stuck a tube up my nose and slid it through the esophagus into my stomach, where he put 20 ml of the first substance, then pulled the tube out.
"Showtime, Baby. Now, I'm going to inject this number two right into your stomach. Let's see what happens. "
A sharp sting through my abdominal wall and a needle was in my stomach. He injected it and the pressure in my stomach exploded, and it felt like a bomb had been put inside my stomach. My stomach stretched and distended, and I felt foam running up my esophagus. I stopped enough to breathe, but I felt pretty bad now. I was in severe pain and I knew that this might trigger my multiplication enzyme as this caused quite a severe trauma to my tissues.
Damon carefully felt my stomach, and I whimpered in pain. He was pleased. I did not make much sound as pressure pushed into my lungs, too. I had to focus on my breathing, get it under control, and let it just be.
He remarked to me as I had been just a piece of meat to be processed, "Let's move on to the viscera. Let's start with the kidneys, so I will turn you over."
I thought my stomach was going to burst as he flipped me over onto my stomach and tied me down. He tightened those straps, so I was almost howling from the pain myself, too. Then he started looking for my kidneys. He had the ultrasound. I could feel cold gel on my skin and I felt a sting and a fiery burn that spread from my back to my side.
"For the kidneys, we put Iridium, a familiar substance. I put a lot in, so the effect lasts. "
His voice was satisfied. This was enjoyable for him to make me suffer even more.
Another kidney got liquid pain. Then Damon untied me again and turned me over on my back. I was so paralyzed with pain that I didn't even try to do anything.
And he put me in restraints, "Then Baby liver, hmm liver like, I know. Platinum. you see. All these metals will stress your body, eating away your strength, so you will be in a state that biology will state the need to reproduce."
He injected my liver with ten 50 ml syringes of platinum. My whole liver was throbbing, and the pain made me gasp in pain, which again made my stomach and intestines hurt even more.
I tried to stay still and moaned in a weak voice. Damon put more paralytic medicine into my throat, so no sound came out. I had no idea where in fuck he had gotten the idea that my body would want to reproduce if it was stressed enough. I suspect that his good buddy Sark might have something to do with that.
"Then spleen, some cobalt. And then I think the pancreas will get Rhodium, hmm Vanadium, let me think, for the heart muscle. Yeah. "
His syringes that were filled with those metals weren't small and I could feel almost metal feeling coming more on. He had already pushed metals in me during those other devices, so I was already pre-metalized and now this just got a lot worse for me.
He injected metals into every organ in my body. The vanadium made my heart go into a frenzied arrhythmia from time to time and I tried to control myself, not to gasp. He looked at me fully, without any emotion, and enjoyed my pain and agony. He let it show too from his face.
"Now, baby, let's get some rest. " He said this was something fully normal, too.
Damon went away for a moment and moved something. He had another little table next to him. Then he came and spread my legs, looking at my pussy. He put a spreader there and worked like a gynecologist clinically.
His voice was very clinical, too. "Hmm, your cervix is very open. We can start to work. You already have a wolf's womb, baby, well fucked."
He pushed a long tube effortlessly now into the pit of my uterus and released some substance there, too, and then the same substance came out the other side. I had a two-horned wolf's uterus, so he put that damn substance in both of my uterine horns. Then he put another substance in.
The pain that occurs when the uterus begins to stretch violently is indescribable. It burned. It tore. It sliced. Damien had quickly filled my uterus with a kind of bloody expanding foam. Same kind of polymer that my stomach and lower intestine were filled with.
He explained to me as he looked at my pained expression. I tried to stay awake, but the pain almost knocked me out cold.
"This stuff, baby, is hormone-rich, but it stretches your uterus to the limit and doesn't let it tear. Plus, it absorbs everything that comes into your uterus. It's like a sponge. It's still expanding slowly but surely. The stuff that the machine was injecting into you was a muscle relaxant, so your uterus doesn't put up much of a fight. It stretches beautifully. Now you're ready, baby. Now, let's go to the couch for a little. Let's cuddle some as you love to cuddle on the sofa. Your pussy is wet and ready. You're very well pre-fucked already. We're gonna make babies and puppies, baby, believe me. "
Damon picked me up, which made waves of pain explode all over my body, but I didn't lose consciousness. He carried me over to the group of couches and put me in one chair for a moment. Then he went over to Mimosa.
He said to me, "As well, when it comes to that vision of yours, it has been inspirational, but I like to do things a little differently, well at first we need to get that Mimosa hide ready, right? So while we will be fucking like animals on that couch, I will put this Mimosa hide to be preparing the same time so you can watch."
He opened Mimosa's skin on her back first and then took the plates off Mimosa's back now and let the skin go tight. Mimo was like a bulldog with the skins loose here and there. Mimosa was quite tired and I suspect that he had drugged her at some point or then she was just too weak to move. He carried Mimosa over to another table and tied her to a standing scaffold. He adjusted some stems, made sure they were going in line, and checked the readings.
He said to me, "Well that is all set, but now I need to get myself in the right shape for this to work too, I am not into fucking when I am in this mood so I will get myself a little boost so I can satisfactorily perform with you."
Then he took the remote control in his hand and came back to me. He took off his pants and injected himself in the balls and dick. His cock started to grow, even though it was already erect. Then he came, took me in his arms, and walked over to the couch in a suitable position so that I would be sure to see what was being done to Mimosa.
He lifted me to a sitting position with my back against his chest and then lifted me still directly on top of his cock so that a huge grotesque giant cock began to sink into me. I tried to fight because it hurt. He grunted as he positioned me and pulled me all the way down.
My colon was full, and it felt like my abdominal cavity couldn't take any more pressure. Damon ignored my protests and pushed me into his arms so that the giant cock sank all the way into my womb. It hurt. The stretching burned. My uterus was at the breaking point, and my bowels were already hurting quite a bit as the balls continued to move and destroyed my intestines.
Damon pulled me tightly down completely so that the giant cock I didn't want inside me was as far inside me as it could be, right up against my open cervix... The rape that was about to take place sickened and disgusted me.
He made me sit with his cock inside me on his lap and took hold of my other arm and quickly cannulated my elbow. He waited for the cannula to grow into my skin. He did not move yet at all and somehow this was as wrong as it could be and now I was not sure if I wanted to have sex with anyone for a long time. He had pushed once from the implant so my mind was even more helpless and my muscles would not work properly.
He whispered in my ear, menacingly, not anyway friendly or even seductively at all "Alright, baby, here we are in each other's arms. Can you feel me moving inside you already? I'm very full of sperm, as you can see, and in just a moment, you will feel baby; I gave myself another little fertility booster. Now we'll see how we make this Mimosa hide, what she gets next while we're making babies."
He pressed the remote, and the next he tied my wrists together and inserted the first syringe in that cannula. He had several syringes prepared with him. And he pressed the plunger. My colon started to spasm after a minute, and I thought I was going to pass out, but I didn't. The next injection got my small intestine in the same state, and the next one made my stomach roil and the last one my uterus.
The pain, the agony, you can kind of get out of it if you take your time and you can concentrate, but when I saw what the machine did to Mimosa, I couldn't get myself in the right frame of mind.
The machine started systematically peeling Mimosa's skin off. It was making Mimo's hide. I remembered my vision, and I was angry with myself for not being able to stop this from happening. This was not exactly as in my vision, but it was a stark reminder that they would become true more or less.
Damon was pressing on my stomach and squeezing my breasts, which were already starting to ache from all the milk. He pushed inside me repeatedly, hard, mercilessly, and raped me as brutally as he could. And he came several times, breeding and talking about it all the time.
I felt every spurt and thrust, and I knew I was hurting so much. He was not enjoying the sex, but he was torturing me. My pain and my weakness seemed to give him so much pleasure that I felt so damn disgusted as I could.
I felt the foam in my womb sucking everything in. Damon was always talking in a soft, creepy voice in my ear and kept making sure I saw the skin being removed from my wolf. In the end, I didn't know where it hurt the most. He told me how that foam would help his sperm to stay alive longer if his sperm would be in my system for a long time, how my ovaries would get soon ready and start to ovulate, and I have a sea of sperm inside me by that time.
Finally, he came inside me one more time, leaning back as if he'd done a big job. I could feel myself gushing sperm and wishing I wasn't ovulating. Mimo was without skin. Whatever Damon had pushed into Mimosa was blocking the healing.
Mimo was lying on the rack, and she said, "Damon took my pelt. Why?"
It was not exactly as in my vision, but close enough. I was pretty out of it. The pain had taken my mind, and it was almost shut down.
Mimo was in pain and whimpering. Damon finally lifted me off his giant cock, giving me a few doses of implants so I was pretty limp and almost out cold. And carried me back to one machine. He tied me up. And put the lid down and the machine on. This was a closed shuttle. Darkness closed over me, suffocating me. I was helpless. The device began to press and squeeze everywhere, and the pain exploded repeatedly.
Some kind of blades found my ribs and started pressing on them. I was no longer concentrating on anything. There was nothing but the pain, the agony, the pressure, the stretching, the burning, tearing, grating, slashing, stabbing heat, the shredding cold. Darkness and pain, confusion, helplessness, these smells and sounds made me again almost panicking pretty badly.
I passed out from time to time, not sure how long this had been slicing and dicing me. So many sensations of pain tore through my body same time that I just could not think of anything at all.
Finally, the machine stopped. Damon came to open the lid. He was almost smiling coldly as he saw and felt my confusion and pain.
He rinsed me again, looked at me then, and said, "Oh, that was an experience. Let's get on with it then. By the way, Mimosa is about to ovulate. You were in that machine for a while. We've been here for four weeks now, think Baby. Four weeks."
Four fucking weeks. The substances inside me had broken down because my bowels were already starting to feel a little less than full. Or then they were dead. Though the balls didn't stop rumbling as the sensations muffled, I guessed that my small intestine was pretty much finished. Kaput, dead. multiplication enzyme is always dangerous to come out and that would pretty much drain me even further.
My uterus still felt full, but not so full. The machine had also milked the duration of my breasts, which were tender—and growing in size. Damon untied me from the machine and took me to another table, where he tied me down. The metals in my insides hadn't gone anywhere, and I could feel their effect. He cannulated both my arms and put several drugs into the drip. Then, he felt my lower abdomen and was pleased with the state of my uterus. There were again all of those mystery bags of his that he had drained a lot inside of me.
He again injected something apparently into my ovaries. Then he ultrasound my entire lower abdomen.
"Good stuff, baby, you'll be ready soon, too. You are full of my sperm, and they are just about ready to fertilize every one of those wonderful mature eggs that your ovaries, both versions, are full of. Those drugs then cause some interesting effects. There are now neuroleptics, antidepressants, sedatives, antihistamines, and some antibiotics that may have psychiatric effects. I'll send you many things in your head once those drugs kick in. You are getting to that point that your body will soon need to procreate as you are getting in quite a nasty state, but don't worry, once you have given birth, I will let my good side, that is Damon, come out and enjoy being a father and getting you in shape. "
Then he tightened the rib clamp and put it on to crush my ribs.
He said to me, "Oh, and let's put this on. This is almost a must, the right classic little device for this enjoyment of mine. More stress to your body. "
He next took a new torture device. It was some kind of mask that was put into my head. Something like a CPAP device, and I didn't like it one bit. It covered my mouth and nose. Then he put it on. A rush of air rushed into my mouth and nostrils and made me panic. I shook my head and tried to get the mask off, but no. The drugs started to take over my sense of reality again, and the nightmares, fear, and terror Damon sent me completed the whole treatment.