We returned to the New Jersey mansion after four months of a harsh fucking honeymoon, and Adam and Charles had to do gigs all the time. Then Bran announced he was starting the first marrok negotiations at the Texas castle and everyone would be needed there. It would be mandatory. So we started to move there, and I was looking forward to mixed feelings of dread to see what would come of these negotiations.
Bran had not been happy about our honeymoon, but there was nothing he could do about things. He had called Damon in his study almost immediately when we arrived, too.
The Texas castle was a hive of activity, and the men would have to be in the hall for the negotiations. I should let myself be fucked because Bran needed to relieve the pressure as he so nicely put it to me when he called me into his office and gave me a marrok order not to tell anybody.
Oh, I hoped I was strong enough to push through the order, but when I woke up on Bran's office sofa with a bloody nose, I realized I wasn't. And since I wasn't allowed to tell or in any way to express it, I couldn't go and ask any vampire for help. I thought it was so fucking unfair that even though I was a hybrid, the marrok power worked so well on me, but that's why it worked because I always became a marrok if something happened to Bran. And he said I hardly wanted to go and negotiate myself.
I should have let him abuse my body when he needed it, but I managed to come up with two things, first, no wolves, only in human form, and second, no rack, just in bed or sofa but no restraining of any kind.
Bran had not been happy and I could see that had had not-so-good intentions for me but those were my rules and if he had not gone with them I had a pretty darn strong cocktail with me, so I would have knocked myself out for a month. Bran had no power so much over me that he could have stopped me, so he had to agree and sign a contract about this. Again, he was less happy.
I had been given a room downstairs and had to be nice when Bran came to unload. I should also make sure that I was wet enough so he could fuck me with no problems. Fine then, as we have no choice. The negotiations started at 8 a.m., and there were food breaks in between.
Damon did not negotiate so much, he had given one room when Bran sent sometimes few men during the negotiations, Adam, Samuel, and Charles were all at the table to try to come up with new ways to do things, At first, I wasn't needed, but after three days of negotiations, the first order came. I had used eternal flame in my mind to keep my pussy moist enough, plus my time in the Azores also had kept me ready.
Bran had used Damon as a lie detector and as an asset, too. He had given Damon a little drink that brought Damien onto the surface and this little thing that Damien got to do with these idiots, gave him more power.
He felt stronger, and he knew that Sark and Krycheck had gotten him more free from those constraints that Damon had put around him. Now he just needed to be free, to get more power, continue to manipulate Damon, and maybe someday, something could change permanently in the right direction, too. For him, at least.
Bran had called Mimi in, and he called Damien, too. That one could ensure that Mimi would behave nicely as he really needed to unload, and maybe Damien could get Mimi back to fertile. Damon had given her something in the Azores, so she was infertile again. It would be good for the little bitch to knock up again, and then put Damien to treat her during the miscarriage.
When I went into the room, to my surprise, Damon was there looking at me like a piece of meat.
Bran sat behind the desk, looked at Damien, and said, "I need to relieve the pressure, but can you see that little bitch behaves?"
Oh fuck. Bran had locked the door, and Damien came and grabbed me. I smelled a wet dog and knew I was fucked. He kept his grip on me and looked Bran in the eyes. Bran was silent, like in a trance.
He said, " Now Bran just needs a pussy to fuck. I'll give him one, and he'll think it's you, but you and me, we've got some other stuff going on."
Then he snapped my neck.
I woke up in the basement or some dark spiked room, On my back and helpless again and I knew this wasn't a sex game. Damien came in and started to jelly me up first. The sharp sting of the scalpel and I could soon feel heavy jelly flooding inside of me. With thick orange jelly directly into my abdominal cavity, he was rubbing it enthusiastically.
He said, " We have time to play, baby. I'm not terribly happy with those wings, but it will take time before they are ready. Now we are enjoying a little. I am not going to make my little experiment out of this. This is just for my enjoyment, for me to get stronger, despite your four-month fuckfest on the Azores."
Medicine began to pour over me as he massaged and spread the jelly on my belly cavity. He ensured that several tanks of jelly got melted and absorbed into my bloodstream before he even planned on stopping drugging me.
He watched me calm down enough and said, "Let's start playing a little, then".
He had put a few things on me after he had jellied me enough, I was almost out cold so I did really react as he manipulated my body and put his torturing devices on. I got a rib crusher with metal blades that started sinking into the ribs as the magnets pulled them together. I got a herbal stabber that worked all over my body. He hadn't even turned the equipment on yet.
He said to me, "Well baby, let me show my feelings for you. After all, it is only fair for me to get my chance too when Damon showed his over four months."
He came to me when I was laying this goddamn shuttle. Looked at me and closed the lid, plunging me once again into darkness. I was inside the stabber, which was like a box, and I could feel and imagine all the blades that were about to hit me. The tight squeeze on my chest told me how my ribs were about to be crushed. Then, he only turned the equipment on after seeing me waiting and getting nervous.
There was no warning. He did not say anything when pain suddenly exploded in my life, and all over me. I tried to hold on, but despite how much Damon had tried to teach my body to withstand pain, this was just too much in one go.
The pain was immense and came in so many forms that I could not pinpoint which things hurt the most. I could feel the stabber spitting herbs inside me that burned and hurt, how my sides were split open as the clamp crushed my entire chest into a bloody mass. And Damien gave me adrenaline and whatnot so I wouldn't pass out from the pain. The darkness of the shuttle was again too much for me and I needed to try to keep my mind on the game, so to speak.
I don't know how long he kept torturing me. There was no time inside that shuttle. I had no idea how long it had been. He opened the lid from time to time, adjusted my position, and then my legs got something in them that beat them again, and the rib clamp and the stabber were all the time. Drugs and that damn jelly. The pain kept me confused and weak. I had not even tried to find my rage, not at all.
Then he let my rage come out. He somehow pushed it into my mind so I could grab it and start to use it and said, "Fine, I have now weakened you properly and given you your rage. How about we go to the gym now and fight so you can show me what you are made of? "
I said as best I could in my mind, " Fine, as long as you untie me."
Damon gave me a half-hearted look and said, "Let's just see how much there is still spunk is left for you. You know I love it when I have beaten you fully, and oh, boy, when I get to beat you fully, to show you that I don't need shuttles and machines to win you, to beat you into a pulp so to speak. If you are willing to try to even fight against me. "
Yes, I did.
We went to the gym, and I didn't care. I attacked, and Damon gave back. Now, he was enjoying himself. He had weakened me so much, and even then, I fought back, but he was overpowered and enjoyed slowly and enjoyably crushing me.
I was way too weak to give him even a decent match and in my mind there did not come to a thought that I would have said something to someone, that this one is beating the crap out of me, but no, My rage took so much over.
He hit me with implants and drugs, broke my bones, kicked me, beat me. And finally, I didn't get up. My rage was gone, I was finished, and now I didn't know what I could do or who I could get help from. I puked up bloody foam as he stepped on my spine, causing what little bones I had left. I was drugged, full of metals, poisons even, and I tried to hold on. I really did.
He carried me to the medbay, looked at me for a moment, and started crying and getting upset. Apologize and apologize. I forgave him and tried to get someone to show a little wiser side. I had no idea why he sometimes grumbled like a house of cards and became overly emotional after these tortures.
No, after a while, after first crying against the bed for three hours when I looked at the clock, he got up and said, "Sorry baby, gotta go. Bran got the marrok talks done, and now time for the party. The girls are calling. "
Oh fuck, he still smelled like a wet dog and I knew that he could manipulate Damon into fucking strangers so freaking easily.
He said to me, "I will use a little bit of Damon telepathy to get maybe Adam and Charles into the same mode too"
He'd been torturing me in the basement for over three weeks, three fucking weeks, and nobody suspected a thing because the negotiations were so awful. Damien had told me while he was torturing me how amusing it is to fool Bran sometimes when he thinks he's actually in charge.
Damien said, " One of these days, Mimi, I'm going to control myself and play with you for six months in a row. I can almost taste it. There are a lot of sides to it, baby. My pleasure, and the pleasure of not letting poor Charles save you, and the pleasure of beating you. It's going to be a pleasure on many levels, and even though I know it's only going to be for a couple of weeks, it's a wonderful feeling."
He stroked my hair out of my face. It felt so wrong. He continued to his little speech again.
"You better start thinking about a lot of things in the future that I don't like, so maybe I won't torture you all the time. You see, baby, you bring this on yourself. When you know what I am, jealous, possessive, and now you have two other husbands, then I get pissed off a lot that you just know how to get yourself equipped, and baby, I don't warn, I act. You can be sure of that. "
I was silent, and then I did not bother to answer anything.
I lay on the bed, unable to do anything. Damon had put Mimosa and Mirella to sleep, to begin with, so they wouldn't be any use either; then, I would have to try to do something myself. I kept my rage on, the little that I felt and I let it grow. I let myself be properly pissed off by this whole situation. After a while, I had enough rage to act. I moved and started to look at whatever was the worst damage and started to put it right.
Time after time, I was getting somewhere, and I convinced myself that I was okay, and now I didn't want to see Damien anywhere near me. My rage had come out again, and I let it play out because that's when I was able to function.