I found myself trapped in a dimly lit cellar, confined within a chilling and merciless cage. The only semblance of comfort came from a thin mattress that offered minimal relief to my emaciated body. My skeletal frame ached in agony, weakened and vulnerable.
I thought that maybe Bran would fill me up, and give me a bump because Damon had burned my feeding gland in my palate, or place it would be, in the shed, so I would have no way to get my condition improved or stop this punishment that was going to happen.
A relentless heat that coursed through me compounded the excruciating pain. I dreaded the worsening of my circumstances, uncertain if I would succumb to hibernation.
Suddenly, Bran entered the cellar, pausing at the doorway to inhale deeply, his senses on high alert. He took the scent of my heat deeply in his lungs, ensuring his capability to fuck me, not see me as the victim.
Raising my head, I mustered a feeble voice and spoke. "Damien took me to the shed, which is technically connected to the house, so he wasn't disobeying you. I only hope that one day you'll learn your lesson. I'm far from okay, but you don't seem to care as you feast on my pheromones."
Bran drew nearer, crouching beside the cage, and remarked, "Well, he has betrayed me once again, but he involved the little girl. Lessons must be taught, and who knows, perhaps this won't end in miscarriage, but instead, a new life will be created. You'll be fine."
He breathed in my scent deeply, already anticipating what was to come. "Now, little girl, you're going to experience breeding and lots of it. Guess what? I'm hosting another alpha party. There may be a few betas present, but once they catch your scent... well, you know the rest. There won't be a bump in your future, only sperm. Your curses have been unleashed. I can detect your remarkable fertility. Every egg is nestled within your uterus. You see, numerous donors will provide you with potent sperm, and perhaps one of them will succeed in impregnating you properly. And if not, you won't perish even if you have miscarriages, several of them. Now, little girl, you're learning. This is what happens when you venture out in the heat without permission."
Bran scooped me out of the cage and carried me into the living room, where yet another contraption awaited. He secured me to the rack once more, concealing my emaciated form with padding to shield it from prying eyes.
Muttering to himself, he remarked, "Well, this should suffice. No one truly cares, as long as our sexual desires are fulfilled and your scent lingers in the air."
Then he injected anti-hibernation in my brain because punishment must be suffered, not sleep. He had closed off ventilation, so my heat smelled good. When those guests will arrive, all they can smell is my hot pussy. Bran fucked me in my heat himself first. It hurt because he wasn't gentle.
I was so sore already. All the damage inside wasn't healed, as Damon had healed only my skin, so I bled internally. I have no idea what Bran did to ensure that my reproductive organs were intact and active; I was too much in pain, and this rack was not comfortable as I was so damn skinny.
Bran fucked me several times. Opening my womb and shooting his sperm inside before anyone else had arrived. After an hour, the alphas started coming, and the talk was already very intense as they really soaked up my smell. A few other women came in. They were more aroused. The fucking began. Man after man. And then the wolves started coming.
They tore me apart a lot of times, but it didn't matter. I could smell my blood running in the insides of my thighs, but men just got more excited about it. Same as wolves too. Sperm flowed into my womb so long that it hurt, I felt so filled up, and still it didn't stop.
Cock after another sank into my pussy. A hot flood shot up to my womb. Groping hands hurt me. I could hear men grunting as they mounted me or feel the hot breath of a wolf who had gotten tied into my pussy again.
Bran might come by and push that wolf even deeper into my pussy, so the damage was as bad as possible. Only after, when the flood of fresh blood flowed out of my pussy, he grunted, satisfied, and not pushed that wolf even deeper.
Most of these were quite huge as wolves and my position in this rack ensured I was as badly as I could, so no knot went in place. I could see that women's racks were adjusted, so they got knots properly inside them, and they screamed at the power of their orgasms. I did not even scream. I had no voice or strength to scream, only moan weakly.
The women were also tied to their racks, and they came and screamed with excitement. They were torn too, but they liked it, they wanted the pain, and men and wolves were much gentler with them than with me. I had heard that Bran told everyone that this was my punishment, so no gentleness and no orgasms. I didn't get any. The heat ended in a week, and I knew what that meant.
Bran took me off the rack, fucking continued nevertheless with women, and he carried me into the cellar. To that damn cage, in that thin mattress, and gave me only a thin blanket and nightgown, so I was not naked. I had heard that he told them, the rest of the alphas and females that I had conceived so women hoped that they would conceive too.
I was in a cage. Four days later, the bleeding, pain, and agony started and lasted a week. I moaned from the pain, green goo poured out of me, with huge blood clots and I shook, I was weak, tired, in pain, helpless and no one cared for me, no one even knew my fate and even if they had known, no one could do anything, not really because Adam, Charles, Samuel and even Damon are no match to Marrok force. So there was no hope for me.
I retreat in my mind, deep to suffer, not really paying any attention to what happened around me. Bran cleaned everything. He was delighted, though he didn't even mind the smell. He was just happy about my pain and my weakness. I continued to lose weight, my fitness and my spirit to fight even. I just could not find the spark to fight him. Then, by some miracle, Bran got me a new uterus and a new heat.
He carried me back to the rack when everyone was sleeping or fucking in some rooms, then when he had masked my situation, he told them that I had had a miscarriage and my heat had gone back up again, that my body craved to be pregnant. So there were more than willing men to fuck me, breed me, tore me apart. The same thing happened again. The alphas hadn't gone anywhere. Another week and another miscarriage.
Women had their heat on all the time, so there was a constant fucking party going on. Bran did not speak much to me, he was too in his hormones and he cleaned me and my cage very satisfied each time I got a miscarriage, my weight got lower and lower, my mind kind of shut down and all physical touch became something awful that I didn't want at all.
This happened five times in total. Then, I stopped making uteruses. Bran sent me to a house in Utah to be by myself. He put a few alphas to take me there. I was wrapped up in the sheets and blankets. They just carried me to the sofa. One of them looked at me but as Bran had given Marrokorder, there was nothing they could do for me.
Bran said to me before he wrapped me up to be delivered, " Little girl, next time you can be sure that this will happen again if I deem it necessary. You just don't obey me. You don't recognize me as your alpha, you should you really should start to see me as the true leader of your pack, so what I say, goes without asking. And to try to remember to obey orders next time. Now, get better, get your attitude in place and we can have some good time too. You know, as well, I can take Damien out. I can also put him back and let Damon out. You would want to have some good time with your husband right, so you better start to learn how to please me, because when I am happy, you will be happy too."
I was lying on the sofa; I had gotten myself free, and I was under the blankets, shivering, sick, weak. Now I was finished, as finished as I could be. The only consolation was that Mimosa was loose and knew nothing about any of these events. Nor would she. I wouldn't tell anyone. I was tired of being raped. I was beginning to hate Bran. I really hated him.
Luckily, I had a phone, so I first called a couple of fleas to help me out—just the bare necessities. I had to be strong. A leader is invincible. What would it look like if their fearless flea was slumped on the ground, unable to do anything? My legend was that I was invincible. Nobody could beat me. I called Jake, and Dash, who was one of our medics, and they told me they would be there in 12 hours. I knew that I had to be strong. Jake had seen me as my worst, but still, now was not the time to be weak.
So I took out my rage. I dressed smartly, and I was in charge. I didn't want to be. Jake looked at me, but he didn't ask any questions. Dash took out the electrodes from my brain and I compelled him to forget the whole deal. I didn't compel Jake.
He had seen me through thick and thin and I could see in his gaze that he really, truly wanted to stay and take care of me, but he had a holiday booked with his family, his son time, his daughter Alicia who had just born and with his wife too. They were having a few weeks on a Caribbean cruise. I let him go. I let on that I was in better shape than I was.
I had no choice. Damon was still in Spain. Adam Charles and Colin were in Ireland. Samuel was in the clinics, and I didn't want Bran. Magnum was on gigs. I just had to fend for myself.
I would have liked Damon to find me, put me right, and take care of me. But you don't always get everything you want. I called him, and only one woman told me what Damon had ordered to say if his frigid wife would call. I had no idea why Damon saw me as frigid or someone who didn't want to be with him. Maybe it was all Damien's manipulation or then he had just once again fed up with me. As his attitude was like that, there would be no help.
And I won't admit to anyone how weak I was. I congratulated myself for every 5 kilos. I ate, and I was still. I didn't sleep but lay on the cold couch, alone, miserable, but kept my rage on letting it burn away my feelings and needs. First, I got myself from 16 kilos to 22 kilos, then 27 kilos to 32 kilos. It took work and time, but I got myself in some sort of shape.
I could do more than I got those kilos. On the medbay, here there was no incubator. My one plan had been to put myself in the incubator, put some nutrition on IV, and take strong tranq, I was so tired that I would have probably slept for half a year, but no safety, no incubator so I had to do this in an old-fashioned, hard way.
It was another excellent lesson for the future: I can do it myself. I would have wanted silver clips in my uterus so I wouldn't grow another one, but that would have raised too many questions I didn't want to answer. This would be one experience that I would never tell anyone, never. Because it was no use.