I then went to Colin's clinic a couple of days later for an examination. I was physically fine. I weighed as much as 57 kilos. Colin said my body was now in shape, my muscles were awake and I was sexually mature, so to speak, but I didn't get the heat.
When Colin asked me about my sex life, I had to tell him the whole naked truth. I told him straight that I'd been on a gig for six months and hadn't had sex while Damon had been fucking others. Colin understood Damon, too.
Apparently, it was more the rule than the exception that men jumped around on strangers. Colin looked me over, chuckled, and just the same as the others. He said nothing to me immediately as he looked at the research results and then turned to me.
He said, "That could be the reason. Heat requires sex. When a male smells a female maturing, he releases such heat substances during sex. They affect the female's hormones and promote the onset of heat. The more they have sex, the more the female gets the stimulants, and then the more she gets heat on by their power. Another way would be to find the heat points, but again they are not usually found until the first or even the second heat and even finding them requires interaction and lots of it. I would have just assumed that you well usually when a werewolf woman loses her virginity, well it starts, you know..."
Colin finished, clearly embarrassed.
I said, "I'll do it, but when the partners are pretty much non-existent. When we are together, we are like rabbits, but then again, when he is like that with others."
I added bitterly, but I knew I'd been to gigs myself and was pretty cold to Damon on the phone. Maybe there was something wrong with me, too.
I continued, " We had sex in Romania for three weeks straight, and nothing happened. Apparently, I was a challenge from Damon for so long when I was a virgin, but now. I guess he's found an extra virgins. He just doesn't want to or can't put the heat on me, or I'm a freak in that regard, too. What if I don't get all the heat?"
Colin smiled gently and said, "There's no hurry with your heat. It can come even without external stimuli, i.e. stimulants. don't worry my dear girl, it will come when it's supposed to come. Maybe Damon was too much of a vampire in Romania. You should try close to the full moon and be more wolf than vampire, or you should practice with Adam. He knows how to make effective hot stuff, all alphas do."
I shrugged and went on my way. Damon was so jealous that I didn't have the heart to plan to seduce Adam when the whole Hauptmann was Bran's lapdog. He did what Bran said. I started driving towards Virginia. I was tired but happy then again; I was thinking about those prophecies and wanted to talk to someone about them.
I had arrived at the Virginia House. It was an old house with four floors and many small balconies. It was a kind of apartment building, but they had obviously demolished somewhere the apartments in between. I could do so much more now, no more missions maybe. Not sure yet.
Damon and I had a bedroom upstairs again, but we hadn't even dedicated it. I didn't even know if there was anybody else in the house. I assumed it was empty. I drove my car around the back of the house. There were several entrances to the house, and I had never actually slept there.
I'd had a couple of killing sprees but had gone to eat and showered. And then Damon had given me a lesson on vampires here. I remembered it and a chill went down my spine. That had been one freaking lesson and even though I was now a vampire, I was very thankful that I had access to bagged blood. No need for predation.
I went out the back door and sprinted up the stairs as fast as I could. I wanted to take a shower. Somehow I always wanted to wash up after examinations. And I had been on the road for hours, anyway. I hadn't planned where I was going yet. This was just one step and maybe subconsciously I wanted someone in the pack to be there.
I got to my bedroom and undressed. I was going to sleep here, Damon or no Damon.
I was about to take a shower when a mildly slurring Bran said, "You're looking like I could lay you. Mimi. I could fuck you in that bed right now."
I hadn't even noticed Bran was in the house. I said nothing back and slipped into the shower. I heard Bran rummaging around the room, opening drawers, and apparently examining my underwear.
I saw through the shower wall how he had a bottle of wine in his hand, from which he took several sips. I washed myself in peace. I just watched him pass by as he walked around the room. He was already staggering a little.
I came out of the shower wrapped in a towel and Bran looked at me.
"You've grown your tits and ass. How about a little girl? Come, take Marrok's dick."
Bran grabbed his crotch. Why on earth do these guys get horny when they drink?
I just said neutrally. "Oh, I didn't notice Bran that you're here. Where's your car, anyway? And don't you still have to be cranky with me about the witches and Ben being merciful anyway, you're drunk Bran, go away, we'll talk when you're sober, and I will not fuck you in this bed or in that condition? This is my and Damon's bedroom and I only fuck here with my husband."
I was tired, irritable, and didn't always think about how things would come out. I was annoyed by either the drunk, horny man, maybe also because Damon had probably been in the same condition all along.
Bran's eyes flashed dangerously.
Bran now said in a sober, husky voice, "Oh, that attitude of yours. I would have thought that a brief lesson of Damon's would have brought it under a bit more control. And what was this business in Europe now and most importantly, I ask this alpha, as Marrok. Did you just refuse me? You don't want to give? I actually have a thing coming up here in the house and little girl, you just made yourself a participant."
He didn't falter at all. He was actually very deceptive and almost scary. He did look a lot older than a mere young man. There was a beast inside him.
I sighed. "Look Bran, go and sober up. We'll see when you're sober. If you still want to fuck, then fine, I'll fuck you then. I've been without for over six months now, but I only want to have sex with sober people. I'm not into drunken shagging."
Bran said, "I decide when, where, and with whom. Now you little bitch are going to class."
Bran came at me with lightning speed and pounced on Marrokforce so I couldn't get away. It paralyzed me somehow and I couldn't muster up the rage. Bran was fast. He pulled my hair and punched my stomach. The air burst out of my lungs in a puff and I folded in two. I felt him grab my head and twist once. Everything blackened.
I woke up. I was naked and in a cage. Oh, so funny. I sat up against the wall of the cage, thankful that this wasn't a silver cage. I'd been in those too. Fine, I'm in a cage. Bran came into the room where I was.
He said, " Now you're going to learn, little bitch, what happens to bitches when they don't give? If they refuse Alpha. They're taken."
I thought fine rape me then. But I will not be an easy victim. I am freakin hybrid. My vampire side should scare him a little further. Make him maybe think things through.
Bran said, "I'm about to have an alpha party. You know what it is, bitch? The alpha males are getting together to celebrate, and now I've promised them a treat. Now they're going to get some quality pussy. Not much used, but after this party, I can promise you there will be some used pussy. We'll drink, eat, and then everyone can fuck you as much as they want."
I was in shock. Oh my God. I've been through it all, but I don't want this. He was going to let a bunch of alpha males rape me! Bran could see from my expression that I was frightened. He came closer.
"That's not all. I've told all the males you haven't had the heat yet. They promised to help. They will prepare the horny substances they will fuck you with and fuck you until you get rutting and then I will take care of your whole rutting from start to finish. Maybe then you'll learn how to respect your superiors."
He looked at me coldly before continuing.
"I don't understand why Adam worships you. You're just a little pussy. When it comes to your vampire side, you must feel vervain in your veins, and keep your vampire side out of the game. Salvatore is incapable of even getting you to have a heat. You fucked him for three weeks and you didn't get off. No, no, no, no, no. Now you're learning. You're gonna get laid, and lots of it. Remember, every time a man comes inside you, it's full of heat substances. You can feel it flooding your womb."
He walked a little while and turned, walking again. Like a lion in a cage. Talking, explaining to me my fate.
"I'll take you first and open your womb. You'll feel it. My stuff will relax your uterus wide open so that my guests can fill you up with their heat. And you'll feel in just a couple of hours how you'll have a double-branched wolf's uterus, and that will be filled too. And I don't know how fertile you are. When you get the heat, I'll take care of it myself. You might even get pregnant from it. Did you know pregnancy lasts only eight weeks? It's fast and I can get you pregnant again, just like a wolf right after giving birth."
Bran was proud of his plan and I could see how his dick was already erect. I was quiet, not wanting to make it worse but preparing to take my anger out on him.
I thought, "I'm not a sex toy by choice. And I don't want children."
Bran pressed the remote, and a pain spread down my neck. The pain was paralyzing. I collapsed into a ball on the floor. My rage dripped down the well and I couldn't control it anymore. He had put an electric spike collar on me. I could feel the vervain now more clearly in my veins.
Bran added, "We put a collar on bitches to control them. Salvatore is so incredibly easy to get to fuck strangers. I don't even always bother to suggest to him what else he could be doing. Pussy takes and Damon whines. But when the heat is on, I make sure he doesn't get any dividends. We don't want him to be the father of the puppies."
He hit me again and my mind went dark.
Then Bran left. An hour later, the first guests arrived. Bran brought them to see me. I lay on my side on the bottom of the cage in my fetal position, trying to get my muscles to work. I had been drugged with something, too. My mind was fuzzy and confused.
The men were alphas, with arrogant attitudes and bottles of booze in their hands. Bran told them how I was a hybrid and had a vampire husband who fucked other people but was jealous of me, well soon they would fuck me as a bitch should be.
Bran said, "Fine, let's get the little pussy in place."
He pushed the remote so long that I almost completely lost control of my muscles. I felt several hands grab me and carry me to the middle of the living room, where there was a rack of some sort. They made it of tubes with strong-looking leather straps and metal handles. The men dragged me to my knees behind the rack. I was drugged, electrocuted, weak, helpless.
They tied my legs with leather straps from my ankles and knees to the tubes in the floor they also tied my thighs with metal shackles to the uprights that came out of the floor. They tied me to my knees. Then they adjusted the rack and put pressure on my upper torso so I was on all fours. They tied my hands to the vertical bars in the same way as the table legs.
They spread my thighs and locked the lines in place. They tied me on all fours to the tubes with my legs spread. My breasts were hanging out, and the men were already groping them too, talking about how good it would be to get me to make milk. The idea did not turn Bran on, surprisingly enough.
They lifted me up on the rack so that I was at a good level for fucking.
Bran said, " Now it's better I start. It's not worth sticking your dick in her mouth as this bitch can bite. As it is a vampire, might suck your blood."
One man said." We have one of those mouth gags in use for bitches that can bite. I brought one with me, thinking if this one doesn't know manners yet."
My mind was confused, but somehow how that man spoke, I realized that this was something that they did to women in packs. The whole damn thing disgusted me. Suddenly, the whole vampire wedding felt like a storybook romance compared to this. I did not want to be a werewolf. Not like this.
The man left. Bran came in front of me and pulled two more tubes from the rack with a padded tube between them. He adjusted the tube directly under my chin so that my head was upright. He fastened my collar to the tube so I couldn't move my head. I was trying to move, get myself free, only feel an injection on my shoulder.
The man brought a steel spreader and Bran pulled my jaws apart and the man slid it into place and opened. My mouth was now open. The man adjusted the spreader so my mouth wasn't too open and it would be good to fuck there.
The men undressed. Bran undressed in front of me, showing his cock and rubbing it first against my mouth as if to moisten it. It wasn't as big as Damon's had been. The rack was very uncomfortable and the hard aluminium rods pressed painfully into my flesh when those satanic bonds were so tight.
I was helpless, naked, and exposed in the wrong way, very vulnerable. Bran moved behind me, slapped his palm twice hard on my ass. It was burning hot, as he was not gentle. I was drugged up to my eyes, too.
I could feel Bran's hard cock penetrating my cunt. It didn't bring any pleasure, just an uncomfortable feeling of being very dry.
Bran growled at the other men. "Oh, this chick is still tight. For this, boys then horny substances, and a lot I haven't looked for horny spots yet, so let's go for it. Now you feel bitch, every squirt I count will soften your womb. You feel it. With every stroke, I sink deeper."
He spoke and acted, His cock slammed into the base of my pussy and I was dry, this stung so fucking bad. I felt the hot spray sink deep inside me. Bran fucked hard, not so fast, but always so fucking hard that the bottom of my belly burned. Bran was always pushing against what I knew was the mouth of my womb. I could feel him grinding it open. I was in pain, helpless to act, drugged, victim.
How he would throw his first whip at my uterus and be triumphant. How he finally pushed almost directly into my womb. My pussy was still pretty fucking sore, and I wasn't getting any wet. Bran's stuff was soaking in and it didn't make it any easier. Bran fucked harder and harder now, plunging deeper right into my womb and depositing many spurts there.
He said to me, " Now you are open. Now you're about to get heat. I believe Colin also told you that alphas have potent stimulants. You'll see how strong they are."
Bran commanded the men to drink and fuck me in the mouth but told them to save their arousal for my womb as he fucked me so hard it hurt. I was dry, bruised, and sore.
Bran programmed me all the time. He talked to me all the time while others fucked my mind. He electrocuted me from time to time, so I was almost unconscious. I was drugged, I could feel injections in my body somewhere always. not sure what they were. Someone poured booze in my mouth and I tried to spit it out, but Satan's spreader stopped me. I had no idea what that booze was as it tasted herbal. I was helpless to stop this.
"You're just a whore. You're supposed to let me fuck you. Remember, if you resist, it hurts."
And every time I moved, made a noise or did something, he electrocuted me. He pushed the marrok power into my mind even more.
The shock and humiliation of the whole situation, drugs, the pain, and agony tore through my body, and put my mind in a vulnerable state.
And Bran continued, "Good girl, let's fuck. That's it. Just relax and remember to use your tongue when someone fucks your mouth. Your job is to give us pleasure. When you get heat, I will take care of it and make you my mate. Salvatore can do nothing and he will learn to share soon enough. I will teach you to be a mate who spreads her legs whenever required."
The programming sank into my mind, under the influence of electricity, booze, drugs, marrok force, terror, pain, and total shock.
I didn't even know if he was that drunk at first. They poured booze down on my throat and it made me feel really bad. I guess there was something that did not suit me.
One man said, " At least she won't be that tight after this."
One man came to fuck my mouth. When one left, another came to take his place. The men fucked me mercilessly, and each one pushed a heat substance that made my stomach cramp and my pussy feel wet. Someone put some lubricant on it at first before it worked. They didn't enjoy fucking too dry. It gave me an electric shock too, but I couldn't help it.
The party had started around 5 pm, throughout the night, and the next day, they drank booze and fucked. Cock after cock sank into my numb cunt and all I felt was a hot spray that made my stomach cramp up badly and made me feel sick. Booze made my muscles cramp, and drugs and marrok force. The whole damn thing messed up my mind fully.
"That's smelling like heat," one man commented after 24 hours.
The men's libido was endless and none were gentle. They fucked me in an animalistic frenzy as if I were just some animal, not thinking and feeling creature. The men forced me to swallow whatever they whipped down my throat. More than they wanted to pour booze in my throat. Try to get me drunk and be more cooperative. I guess a crying, sobbing victim is not that nice to fuck.
Bran kept on programming me. He could see how it worked, better and better. Some men groped my tits and sucked them like babies. The raping continued. Injections hit me, one after another.
Bran gave me an electric shock and told me what a whore I was. How no one wants me but him. How do I have to remember to let anyone fuck me because I'm an inferior, a freak, a bitch, a fuck toy?
He told me how to learn how to behave during the heat and be his mate. He teaches me to love himself so that we can have a mating bond and then someday be done. Bran also bit me on all sides. There were so many ugly gashes on my skin.
I didn't know what I even felt anymore, who I was, or what I could do. My mind was almost shattered, and I was more and more helpless, unable to do anything.
My knees were already tender, I couldn't feel my legs. Drugs kept pouring over me, booze kept me feeling worse, and I was bruising clearly.
My pussy felt strange, as if I was being fucked, but the mechanical action of the men did nothing but hurt. My flanks were hurting for some reason, down to my ribs. I was nauseous, feeling shivery and my sugars were acting up, causing me to faint here and there, but men were too deep in their drinking and shagging that they did not even notice it.
My pussy felt sore and wet, my belly rippled now and then and sometimes was down to my ribs, going in a series of sharp jerks. Bran was getting really drunk. I was feeling more nauseous.
I felt mentally exhausted, used up, and worthless. The programming had gone down properly. I wasn't fighting anymore, just hanging powerlessly on the tubes. I was drugged with so many drugs, and hit so many times of electricity. The men fucked me until they passed out.
When Bran was the last one to fall asleep in the sofa's corner, I hoped to get out. I felt dirty, used. I knew Damon would never want me. I was his vampire wife or not. Or Adam, for that matter. I was fucktoy, in my drugged, poisoned state. Nothing made any sense.
I'd been an alpha whore and while I'd probably try to explain anything to Damon and Adam, Bran would make them both believe that since I was always in need, I was a volunteer for that too, since Damon fucks strangers, why not me. I liked it rough, and this had been just what I needed. To Be taken.
Bran had been repeating this for so long that I believed it. I didn't want another jolt of electricity. I didn't want to feel Bran take hold of the collar and pull so that the spikes sank deeper. I didn't want to feel any more lips on my nipples; they were torn until they wouldn't heal. I knew if I got a rush, I wouldn't know who wanted to fuck me. A fucking fuck toy. I was not sure what to think, anything else than what he said.
I wanted to take a shower, but I felt like I would never get clean. All the substances were trapped somewhere inside me. I had been a whore. Bitch, slut, fuck toy, used. Men had told me how my pussy was now loose and used. Whoever fucked me knew I fucked and a lot. I would not be a good lay, too loose and used. I had now pussy of whore.
When I heard footsteps coming up behind me, I sobbed. " Please no more, no more, don't fuck, please. Yes, I promise my heat will come soon. No more electricity. No drugs,"
I felt firm hands getting straps off, pulling me off the rack and lifting me. It was Charles. Charles's eyes were dark and full of danger. I knew Charles was Bran's son and if Bran had even promised him and now, I refused, I hoped Bran wouldn't wake up and give me electricity when the little bitch hadn't learned.
I sobbed. "I didn't mean it. Don't untie me. The little bitch has to be tied up. Fuck it, I'm nothing, fuck it."
I tried to get on all fours.
Charles gently supported me and said, "I will not take you. Everything will be just fine. But you know what, you're getting your heat on. Where's your husband?"
I said, "Damon doesn't care about me anymore. I'm an alpha whore. I'm stretched and used. I'm Bran's property. I'm just a fuck toy, loose, fucked. I have a pussy of a whore."
Charles was silent. His voice was like silk as he said, "Now you go take a bath. It helps a little. I'll try to reach Damon or Adam. It's probably best to let your own pack handle your first heat."
Charles was quiet for a moment and said, "I know this is cold comfort, but would you believe me if I said you weren't the first person Bran has done this to? If I can guess, he was drunk and apparently, he's had another one of his parties?"
I nodded. Charles's hands were gentle as he lifted my bruised, naked, used body to sit on the chair for a moment. Charles ran me a bath and helped me into the tub. He went into the other room to talk.
Charles had come to Virginia to get some information from his father about a few problem herds. When he had arrived at the house, he had seen a sea of cars in the yard. Alpha cars. Charles also saw Mimi's car behind the house and sighed in his mind. He hoped so hard he was wrong.
But when he opened the door, the combined stench of sex, booze, drugs, pain, and sweat hit his nose so hard he had to hold himself. There was a sight in the living room. 30 alphas and Bran, passed out on all sides. Empty liquor bottles all over the place. Used syringes all over the place.
And Mimi on the fucking rack, her thighs covered in dried blood, an electric spike collar around her neck, fucked to the hilt, drugged and poisoned with something, in shock, programmed. When Mimi sobbed and tried to get back into position, Charles had to hold himself back. Mimi was not his.
He could smell Mimi's heat was just around the corner and he guessed what Bran had done, stuffed her full of heat with the alphas so that the heat would come by force. It could be painful, confusing, and very susceptible to tie the knot, so then the heat didn't progress but often resulted in a uterine infection. She smelled almost already an infection and this would be the tight spot.
And given how special a creature Mimi was, this was not a good thing. Charles thought for a moment about what to do, but he would now try calling Salvatore or Adam.
When Charles called Damon and told him what had happened and that Mimi was about to get heated. How she was poisoned with something, and when Charles told him the bruises on her body, Damon knew it was at least cilantro. She had smelled like vervain too and there had been used syringes all over the place.
Damon was having a hell of a time controlling himself. Damon had once again lost himself in strange women and left Mimi to be gang-raped. He'd been fucking and partying for six months, calling Mimi as if to tell her what he'd been up to all along. What else he could do for Mimi? So far he'd sold her to a medical facility, taken her to be tortured, and made her afraid of him, and now this.
No wonder Mimi would want to do gigs or be on her own after this. He was supposed to be her protector, her bodyguard, her husband. And now Bran had tied Mimi to the middle of the floor, drugged her, poisoned her, and the alpha males had fucked her until Mimi got horny.
Fortunately, Bran had passed out before he realized it. Damon didn't know and didn't even bother to wonder what Mimi's fate would have been then. Damon cursed his weak nature.
When he would have just been man enough to stay with Mimi, would have discussed why he had done the lesson, tried to make amends, but no, when he had to go fuck and drink, mostly drink but every time he had called Mimi the women's voices had been clearly audible.
Mimi was in Virginia. He had a three-hour drive ahead of him.
Damon updated Adam, and Adam was furious.
"I was in the middle of work when Mimi called and I didn't give a second thought to what I said or didn't say and then she falls victim to Bran's tricks once again. Now I'm not putting Mimi down for Bran for a while. Fucking Bran, keeping me working while Mimi's off, so I don't have to be with her." Adam was ranting into the phone.
Damon said, " I hear you, but Mimi is getting her first heat. Apparently, the alphas got the heat over Mimi. And a terrible start. I'm most afraid of a uterine infection if we don't get the heat taken care of. This will not be easy. Bran has been programming Mimi with an electric collar. She has been drugged, and poisoned with cilantro, and according to Charles she is shivery and smells mild of infection so this is a damn tight spot. She has been programmed to be a whore, and so on. Mimi is in shock, confused, and in her first heat, which should be the best experience for a female and this may be far from comfortable. Charles said Mimi was nauseous and tried to offer herself to him. So well Bran has done to her. I need to put my teeth in her neck, try to put that heat on, if it is possible, hope that there will not be infection."
Adam said in a chilling voice, "Programmed with an electric spike collar? Drugged and poisoned?"
Damon said, "Yep, and we would then have to get it unloaded at the same time to deal with the first heat, and from what I understand, can be a really challenging time. That infection is one thing that we need to keep an eye on. meaning good hygiene. Programming I can help with telepathy to some extent, but I do not know what kind of heat Mimi is going to get. She might even fight back. I see how badly she is vervained. Does she need help with that, but she might get mad after that heat? Her temper might not be so easily controlled."
Adam said, " Go get Mimi, see if you need to do anything in Virginia or if she can handle the drive to Chicago. I'll meet you there. "
Damon said, " Fine, let's do that. "
He hung up the phone after he had given instructions about hygiene and the proper place to keep the heat and he knew it would not be perfect, but he tried to make it as enjoyable as possible. He sighed and went for a drive. He tried to control himself and vowed that now he would mend his ways and everything would be better.