I woke up in some fucking shed again, but there were no medicine bottles. It was pretty dim in here and smelled faintly of mold or earth—and wet dog. I didn't smell passionfruit either. I could feel the fucking clamp being turned on me. Cold, hard steel table was relentless under my back, and this satanic vest seemed to have something on my back, too, as I felt like I was on top of stones or balls that dug into my spine.
This was not a good thing at all. I knew Damon had drugged me some more. Spikes were pressing into my flesh, and I knew my hands were tightly restrained with spiked cuffs. The ceiling of the shed was wood; this was like some sort of little hut or almost like a gardening shed, though there was another room on the left side; I saw another room there as the door was open.
The floor was wood, and there were few shelves but no drug jars now, not even many syringes on the table next to Damon. There was no cannula in me, so this was a really different operation together.
Damon walked out of the shadows. He could hide in there somehow or something. My vision wasn't quite right yet, and I felt the drug kick in so that I couldn't get a hold of my rage. He had now a plastic apron on him, and some gloves too. I guess this time this was going to get messy as hell.
I didn't panic. I tried to remain calm and collected, tried to keep my wits. Now I wasn't drugged and chased so much so I could remind myself that I'm unkillable and I will survive this, this won't be fun or painless, and I might end up being afraid of Damon again, or then just be really pissed off at him but kept my cool.
Damon came closer and said: "Oh, you're awake. We're going to get started. First, I'll put the rib crusher on. Now, I actually want you to feel when your ribs give out. As you'll notice, in this version, there are also balls at the sternum, and then there are similar ones in your spine, as you'll feel in a moment. But this is not the only toy. No, no."
He turned and put the plug on the wall. My ribcage was compressed from the sides, and my sternum was also trying to go into my spine, and I could feel the balls pressing against the vertebrae. The occipital bones wouldn't last long.
The excruciating agony surged through every inch of my torso as if a thousand fiery needles pierced my flesh. Gasping for air, my lungs felt constricted, desperate for a breath that seemed out of reach. Panic clawed at the edges of my mind, threatening to overwhelm me, but I clung to a fragile thread of composure. Amidst the chaos, a sickening snap resonated, the sound of my ribs fracturing under the strain. A searing pain shot through my back, each crack of my occipital bones reverberating like thunder. Panting heavily, I fought back the urge to scream, my clenched teeth stifling any sound.
Damon looked at me and said. "oh, there goes another rib. Let's see if you break them in the same place so that one part of your ribcage detaches and becomes unstable, flail chest as you remember. I think you remember it now. This type of injury makes breathing very hard, and you will soon notice it. Also, pain shock will set in some time, and it will affect your mental status. You see, baby, I told you, not more teaching, just punishing; bad girls need to be punished properly. "
Damon walked around me, explaining how my occipital bones were breaking. And always coolly observing when one of my ribs broke. My breathing had become already pretty damn hard as my entire chest was compressed as thin as my waist, almost. The pain kept me from fainting, and I really didn't breathe that much as those bone fragments crushed my lungs from my ribs, from my spine. Damon talked, oh my god that he talked all the time.
"You see, baby, I am a jealous guy, and yes, Adam had sex with you even when I was present, but you understand I was on my way to seduce you, and I saw your little act in the alley, I got so mad, so I gave the benefit of the doubt and followed you, that maybe that was just one-off, but no, time after time it happened, and you didn't even see me following you, or maybe you did, but you still had to have Hauptman in the alley. You really don't care about my feelings, do you? All you want to do when you are on gigs is to have some side action. Will it be a next time with Saint Charles, or maybe with Magnum? He is human, so he will not give you a wonderful ride. When it will be me? When will you ask me on those gigs so I can take you in those alleys?"
He ranted and raved, talked about some things repeatedly, and even I was delirious with pain. I was wondering what the fuck was. He has never wanted to be with me on the gigs just because he is so jealous. And now this. This was just such a weird thing, and it bugged me, but the pain soon took my attention away, and I didn't analyze that anymore.
My chest was mushed and crushed. It was almost as thin as my waist; I was naked, and this shed was cool. So I shivered. I didn't have any kind of sense of time, so I was pretty much out of it from time to time, as even the pain didn't keep me away.
He continued to talk as he tightened the surrounding crusher. This was another one. This just compressed me all the time. There were no balls in this one but some sort of metal plates that compressed my crushed chest even more. I knew that my heart was not really beating as it should. It was too full of bone fragments.
Damon also drank my blood. He released one of my hands, sank his fangs into my already torn wrists, and drank greedily as much as he could, so at some point, I did faint lack of blood.
I couldn´t know how long he had already tortured me. I was freezing. I shook quite hard now, from pain, from under heating, from pain, but no, it just wasn't enough for him. He had to do more damage to me.
And I saw his genuine pleasure, which shone so clearly from his face that I just couldn't believe it, or I didn't want to, but even so, I tried to remember that he had no humanity now. This was all about him, with no humanity. So I tried to understand even though I was in a hell of a pain.
Then, he took a box from the back of the shed. Or it almost looked like a box. This box came over my stomach and thighs. It started where the crusher ended under my ribs. And it ended on my thighs. Damon actually spread the device so that it was tight against my stomach.
He locked it on the table. The device was tight against me. It was only 10 or 15 cm high, and it was made of some kind of plastic.
Damon said, "This is a stabber. There are blades about 15-25 cm long inside here, and when I put this on. They stab you. No mercy. They're all over the place, and I'd guess about 50 or 70 of them. Let's see. Some of them are quite dull, but there is a really powerful mechanism that will drive them into you so that some blades might hurt more than others, and there are different metals in those blades, too; but first, I'm gonna paralyze your voice box so you don't scream. It might hurt in my ears."
He took a dental syringe from the table and shoved it down my throat, paralyzing my voice box.
Then he put the stabber on. The pain was something I had never experienced before. The mechanism that made the blades strike was strong. The blades were different. There was the tearing and burning that I knew was silver. Maybe herbs.
If before there had been fear and terror, now there was pain and agony. The crusher around my chest continued its relentless squeeze, and the stabber minced pretty much my inner organs into ground beef. Damon talked. Oh, my god, that he was now very talkative.
"See baby, those blades they are put into there so that mechanism will give them the good boost to drive them through you, but as this is just a prototype, I am positive that I can make this work even better, you see baby, this is a sort of test run. I have now a pretty good idea about rib crushers and what will work on those, but stabber, this is the virgin voyage to it, and I think I use it on Virgo, on ironic, isn't it?"
I wasn't really paying attention to this lunatic rambling, as my whole body was one big mess of pain and agony.
At one point, Damon said, "Try breathing superficially. Your lungs won't burst so fast. Pooh pooh."
He was again extra creepy. Then he put some stuff in my veins because the reality was blurring, but there was no fear or terror. There was confusion, pain, despair, panic.
The wet dog smelled bad. When Damon touched me, I felt a greasy mark on my nose. And it was really greasy. He took the stabber away at some point when I hadn't healed for a long time. He turned me over on my stomach and had the stabber take care of my back.
I could feel how my back was crumbling and how my stomach hurt when I had to lie on it. He brushed and stroked me. I felt his greasy, wet dog stank on my skin, and it made me feel like I wanted to go wash myself. I was disgusted and repelled and hurt.
He turned me on my back again and put a stabber on, but now very slowly, so I felt knives longer, and the pain was so much worse this time. My throat was paralyzed, so even when I tried to scream, nothing came out.
How can someone inflict such pain on someone who is supposed to love them? But he had no humanity, no love. Then he took his pants off and jerked off. Then I felt him whipping my ass and my cunt now and then. I heard his excited panting as he jerked off time after time.
This was not a bump. This was some sort of thick liquid. I guess this was some sort of sperm. He found it arousing to see me hurt. Somehow, in the middle of all that pain, I felt so fucking dirty; I was disgusted. The squirting all over me. The greasy stank of wet dog and now this. I felt I would never be clean again.
Then he spread my legs and started pointing at my cunt. He said, "You never know, baby. I've got excellent swimmers, and they get in your womb, and soon you're pregnant."
Well. I was happy that Samuel had cleared that thing out of the way so that there was no real scare of that happening, but I wasn't going to even think about it. No need, mister, to get upset even more.
I tried not to shiver from disgust, but I couldn't hold my reaction, and I tried to move and squirm. It seemed to give him some ideas. He looked at me, walked around the table, and jerked all the time.
When he thought enough, He came at me, took my cuffs away, and pulled me from my legs so that my pussy was near the end of the table and my legs were hanging in the air. Then he finally stuck his dick deep in my cunt and started whipping my womb.
He took the stabber off and kept his apron and his cloves on as he fucked my cunt. He felt my stomach and my back, which was crushed and broken, mere mush at this point.
Let the rib crusher do its work and fuck my pussy hard. He came inside me several times, always muttering and mumbling to me how I could end up pregnant and we would be then parents.
He almost jerked his dick with my pussy to make him come. Over and over repeatedly. Then, every once in a while, he'd stop and put me on drugs, so I'd be in some kind of confusing nightmare where I was hurting all the time. Now and then, he'd put the stabber back on. I was stuck in this never-ending nightmare with no help or save.