Bran had positioned himself as the perfect predator. He meticulously attended to Mimi, who mostly lounged around, and Salvatore, who only would come and jelly Mimi some more. Bran calculated the last time Mimi had experienced a heat cycle. The ideal victim, gradually slipping into a routine so inconspicuous that no one would notice, settling into a comfortable 4-6 week rhythm.
Mimi was delightfully plump, her ribs now concealed beneath a generous layer of jelly. From every angle, she was a perfect target for Bran's grasp. He relished in her softness and allure. The jelly within Mimi had reached the perfect consistency, inviting Bran to indulge. And in his mind, he was assisting Mimi.
Whether Mimi felt anything was uncertain, but what mattered most to Bran was the exhilaration he derived from this act. How powerless this once indomitable being, now reduced to a mere vessel for his pleasure. Just a perfect fuck toy.
It was just me and Bran. On the second day, Bran walked me. Then he caressed me and eventually led me to his bedroom. His touch was gentle yet commanding, as he parted my legs and penetrated me. He entered me, engaging in an act of forceful fucking without my consent.
The tranquilizer gel ensured my compliance, leaving me incapable of resistance. He strategically targeted specific areas, expertly teasing my heat spots, simultaneously widening my womb. Again and again, he released himself into me, filling my womb relentlessly. The pain was excruciating, the pressure in my abdomen mounting, exacerbating my distress.
Bran uttered no words, or perhaps he did, but comprehension eluded me. I found myself in a wretched state, consumed by anxiety and nearly paralyzed with fear. However, the speech had lost its meaning. What purpose did it serve anymore? I was trapped in a nightmare.
My stomach was still uncomfortably full of jelly, its sticky texture lingering in my mouth. The pressure caused by the constant fucking made it difficult to speak. He fucked me every day. When Damon came to jelly me, Bran had just finished washing me after his morning session.
Damon mercilessly applied the jelly, the coolness of it sending shivers down my spine. He seemed to love to massage my abdomen when he filled it, pushing more and more jelly into me, so that his warm hands would melt the jelly and it would absorb into my bloodstream and more could drain into my abdomen. My belly was clearly bulging when he stopped.
Bran devised more scenarios to keep me in this state, his enthusiasm fueling Damon's desire. The room reeked, the scent of my coming heat masked skillfully by Bran. My life was a nightmare. I was violated. I felt voiceless and lost. This feeling of helplessness was the most awful thing I had gone through in recent times. The need to use the bathroom was nonexistent. Damon would drain my bladder weekly, the concentrate that had formed, the jelly preventing any solid waste. He also inflicted pain by burning my feeding glands and sublingual glands, adding another layer of agony.
Two weeks passed, and the jelling continued. Another two weeks followed, accompanied by inducing the prescribed heat, hidden expertly by Bran. When Damon removed my nasopharyngeal tube after four weeks, I was in pre-heat, but he remained oblivious to the scent. Every time Damon left, he would always call some woman, promising a very passionate time. He was always angry, stank like a wet dog, all the time.
The removal of the tube was excruciating, a sensation akin to my intestines being torn apart. Yet, I could not convey my pain, trapped and helpless. Eventually, the tube was pulled out, leaving behind a trail of blood. Damon showed no concern.
Bran had provided Damon with a long list of gigs in Europe, ensuring he would be absent for a couple of months. It was just me and Bran once again. Adam had received a similar list of jobs, and Samuel had sought refuge at the clinic. As Damon left the room, Bran led me into the bedroom, and put my heat on, intensifying the torment.
Bran reveled in the past four weeks, following their meticulously crafted plan. He possessed his personal pleasure object, eagerly awaiting her impending heat. A surprise awaited him, however, as he discovered the hidden presence of Damien lurking within Damon.
Bran remained silent as Damien revealed himself, understanding that Damien was the missing piece their pack needed. If necessary, Bran could manipulate Damon to coax Damien out. They discussed their strategy, with Bran disclosing his plan to induce Mimi's heat while Damien would intervene if needed. Damien remained mysterious about his own motives, merely acknowledging his existence as an unknown aspect of Damon.
Bran agreed to handle Mimi's heat personally, sensing Damien's aversion to fuck. This part of Damon didn't want to fuck at all and as they discussed in Bran's office, Damien admitted he had his own scent, the scent of wet dog, so that Bran will notice when he was around. Damien told Bran that he was not a fucking machine, that is all Damon, but he can manipulate Damon into fucking others. As Bran observed Damien's reluctance to have sex, Bran promised to attend to Mimi's needs without disclosing his intentions to Damien, as he was not so sure of this stand on what he was about to do..
Damien reveled in satisfaction, aware that the jelly they employed incapacitated Mimi effectively, becoming one of his preferred methods to dominate her. He relished filling her abdominal cavity with gel, massaging it until it softened and absorbed, allowing more gel to be inserted. Mimi was reduced to a pitiable state, rendered speechless and unaware to comprehend her surroundings.
During these encounters, Damien discussed his personal affairs, exploiting Mimi's incapacitated state. He introduced deliberate distractions, mentioning other women's names within earshot of Mimi. Damien kept Damon really deep. Not letting him remember much of anything. He was now in charge and determined to stay that way. He would let Damon remember gelling Mimi, her distressed facial expressions, her state, but not just yet. Too much work to be done. Besides, those memories would be such a powerful weapon to get Damon into self blaming and self hatred.
The best part of these memories would be when Damon would remember how he always called another woman so that Mimi could hear it when he left after gelling her. Unbeknownst to Damon, Damien concealed his true intentions by avoiding contact with other women and executing his own plans. He informed Sark of the efficacy of their invention on Mimi, yet Sark remained unimpressed, desiring the inclusion of enzymes. Despite Sark's reservations, Damien prioritized his forthcoming encounter with Sark over the enzyme proposal. Enzymes were not something he sought. He wanted to hurt, to weaken, to destroy, whereas Sark was always studying, seeking new information. Damien was a sadist, foremost. Mimi would be his primary target when time would be right.
I was still helpless, sedated, and in a frenzy. Bran enjoyed that heat. I didn't. The rush lasted six weeks. My sedation was on full blast for another five weeks. I had been Bran's fuck toy for many months, two and a half months, ten weeks. In the last week, the drug wore off a little to where I wasn't obeying like a robot and trying to talk.
But I was in a rush and had no choice but to be under Bran with my legs spread wide open. I didn't enjoy that week at all. Bran was now fucking me 24/7, being inside me almost all the time. Always in between pressing different points and fucking at any point on the base of my pussy.
When the heat was over, Bran was satisfied. A good heat was. Very productive.
I was at the house for four more days when the rush stopped, mostly eating. I had lost 18 kilos during the whole thing. I weighed 33 kilos at the most. I was so angry, so fucked up at the whole fucking pack.
I said nothing to anyone. I got the bloodlust up and bad, but my will was strong, and I didn't let it get through yet. I mean I had never, unless you count that one gig, been badly injured in a demon attack, hell I had been worse injured in a world saving fight club and Colin had written it down. But when these idiots in their power showed off and showed their power to me, their power over me.
It's time for the men of the pack to learn the deeds and the consequences. Deed, jelly me up and make me a sex doll for Bran. Consequence - lose me. Now no matter how much Bran insisted I join the pack, fuck if Adam insisted, I wouldn't go. It would take time and a lot to get myself right.
My healing powers had taken a hit, my digestion was still a mess, and I felt around my body daily. Trying to prevent new organs from growing. I remembered the agony when Damon ripped that tube out of me, and I wasn't so sure that multiplication enzyme wouldn't get on.
Wagyu steak didn't go down well either, literally, I would vomit it out, only what I really wanted to eat would last in my stomach, I was so fucked up with the whole pack that now I decided for myself what was good for me and what wasn't.
I got myself some sniping in New York. I went there. I'd been sniping for a while, and I'd made myself some nice money again. When I went to New York, I ripped. I bought a hotel. A whole fucking hotel. Under my name. Then in my fucking mind, I signed Damon up as part owner and instructed him that if Mr. Salvatore ever showed up, he could sign his name.
I knew Damon wouldn't like it if I bought something expensive myself. I moved into the penthouse. There were some lovely apartments. And I ended up in this corner apartment with enormous windows, wonderful light-colored carpeting, a gorgeous bed, and a great kitchen. All the latest machines and the best equipment were there. Walls were pastel colored, everything was very peaceful and luxurious. And best of all, for once, I was right in the center of the city with all the amenities at my fingertips. And so high up you could barely hear the street noise.
Bran was pleased. His breeding rush had gone beyond expectations. It had been easy to get Mimi to heat and even easier to get her into breeding mode when she was sedated. And then when he'd smelled it the day before Mimi left. Mimi was pregnant. Eight weeks, and he would be a father again. He would show Salvatore that all it takes is a real male who knows what he's doing.