Damien was thrilled at how good this was going. He had so much fun in there and he got to do his experiment on it, too. He did not use it on Mimosa as it had not transferred to her, so she was left alone, but Mimi was his perfect victim. He had fucked Mimi, but the sex part had not given him any kind of satisfaction but feeling Mimi squirming and wiggling in pain in his lap, feeling those balls and substances inside her.
He also felt when he used Damon's telepathy to feel her disgust over his fucking her onto the sofa, it would be some time before she would even consider that action. Once Mimi was in place in the machine, Damon moved over to Mimosa. And he had fun with this wolf, too.
Again, he did not even think how long it would take for Mimi to get better after this. How long she would have time to think, get her mind in order and move on. Damien was young, he was inexperienced what it came to world. He had been awake here and there, not lived whole 1000+ years that Damon had lived. He did not want to be vampire, not at all. And Damon was most of all vampire. Damien had been brainwashed more or less with his parents to want to be wizard. Time and torture had warped him, over the centuries until there was nothing to salvage. Only broken creature who was fully unable to feel.
Time went by, the Machine broke Mimi down more or less. Damien knew that these machines would send information on Sark too, so he was kind of working same time. Getting information about how well these machines did work on her. After a week or so, Mimosa had been fucked every day on the machine, and then he had also fucked Mimosa, but soon Mimosa would ovulate, and he would take Mimosa in wolf form. Mimosa's new skin was extremely thin and tended to tear when Damien moved Mimosa. The wolf was conscious.
Damien had kept Mimi in the device for a week. He had focused on Mimosa and her fertility and stress. Mimo's skin offered challenges and amusement. It tore so easily. Damien had plucked out all the teeth and filled the cavities with metals so that new teeth wouldn't grow in right away. Treating Mimosa didn't give him the same pleasure as Mimi, but he knew it was affecting Mimi, and that was the pleasure. This treatment had been actually really Sark's idea. He wanted to see how well it would work on future on other future subjects too. It did not lessen his pleasure at all.
Mimosa's abdominal cavity had been stretched, as had her uterus, and Damon had kept Mimosa on a high dose of hormones so that she smelled like heat. And ovulation. It would soon be time. Damien had put Damon'swolf to sleep but could borrow its form. Damon had treated Mimosa's pussy so that it was tight and swollen.
It would be good to sink in there and stay knotted. Damien didn't usually fuck during sessions, but he had a burning desire to reproduce. He was so burning that he forced himself hard for the prize. Soon it would be time to impregnate Mimo, but first, he would collect a few eggs. He could give in to animal instinct to breed, so it would make this even easier, too.
He gathered the supplies needed to collect the eggs. He was so ready. He could have inseminated both of them, but he felt a good fuck would help the cause as these two would feel his hot sperm flowing inside them and wouldn't be able to resist the biology. Another little torture type of thing, his power over these females.
Damien had long wondered whether to inseminate, but it would have a better psychological effect. And then, once the pregnancy was confirmed, at least two or three weeks of sedation before they returned to the pack. The cage would be a good place for to Mimi be while pregnant. Few weeks at least, maybe even more. After all, the pregnancy would be eight weeks. He wanted them both to return last or almost last pregnant and give birth to the pack in plain sight so he could show everyone how to breed.
The next litter would then be much easier because their bodies would know what to do. He would inseminate both of Mimi's uteruses; he was processing his wife's wolf uterus and the human uterus, and Mimi would also get to carry human offspring for four months. And there she would give birth to his body, strong male heir, future dark wizard so he could then switch himself into that infant and let Damon and Mimi raise him, without even knowing that he had now his own body.
He collected 12 eggs from Mimosa without any trouble. He gave another injection to increase the shedding of the rest and prepared to be a breeding male, a real breeding bull. Mimosa's skin now took some handling, but Damon enjoyed breaking Mimosa's ribs with a rib crusher too.
Mimi was panicking, so she didn't react to any external stimuli, and Damon was pleased. The machine kept her panicking, full-on, with no reaction at all. A quick check of Mimi's uterus told him that Mimi would ovulate in the next three days. Both ovaries were mature, and several mature eggs were in the human ovaries. Well, he's in a hurry. He wanted Mimi especially to be fully conscious and sane when she conceived. This would work so great. Just perfect.
Again and again and again. And both wombs. Mimi hadn't wanted to take a good knot properly, other times than in one heat, and that too had been a nesting heat with Adam and Charles. She had her problems. Bran had raped Mimi a couple of times in his wolf form, and another time Adam and Damon had been involved, but Mimi had admitted it was the position that had failed not the knot so much. But Mimi would learn that the knot is taken as he puts it on, and Mimi's position doesn't matter, only that he impregnates both her wombs. in some way, he wanted to fuck Mimi in wolf form to dominate her, to flood inside her. Time after time.
He took Mimi out of the machine and took the mask away. Now it was time for yet another psychological torture. He would make her look as if he fucked Mimosa and it would not be making love on the beach, not at all.
The mask came off. The nightmares of fear and horror had already subsided, but what helped was when the mask came off. My mind started to be able to function even a bit, even though I was very tired from all of this. The effects of the drugs began to wear off, and I found myself tied to a chair. A rhythmic panting and whimpering sounded from somewhere, and I finally managed to open my eyes.
A thick chain secured Mimosa to the ground from the neck brace. On Mimosa's back was Damon, who was pushing into Mimosa in his wolf form over and over and deeper. She whimpered, and I saw that the floor was covered in blood splatters. Damon pushed himself hard inside Mimosa, and she howled from the pain alone. And she started to whimper and moan.
Mimo had been given vocal cord paralysis at some point because her voice was weak but clearly in pain, and I felt Mimo's pain through our bonds as Damon shoved his huge knot deep into Mimo's cunt and increased it, filling Mimo's womb with his sperm at the same time. From Mimo's exhaustion and the amount of blood, this had been going on for some time.
Finally, Damon jumped down. Mimo collapsed to the ground. Damon sat down and washed his dick, and waited, watched. He pressed a button with his paw a short distance away, and Mimo squealed and stood back up on her trembling legs. Damon got back on Mimosa's back again and penetrated just as hard, without mercy, to shove his fucking sperm into the uterus of my poor wolf.
I started to get a bit of my rage together as I watched the eight hours. Eight fucking hours. Every hour, Damon would jump off and wash, and my poor wolf would collapse. A quick jolt of electricity and she was up. Every time Damon shoved his knot in Mimo's cunt, blood came out. My rage was starting to come out and whatever blocker he had used before, it started to faint away, so my rage was so great that I could feel it.
Then Damon jumped out one last time and pushed the button for so long, that Mimo went unconscious before he was going to change form. I tried to wiggle out and do God knows what, but the shackles would hold.
The metals in my body felt and brought out my rage. My blood was pretty much boiling. I was so very weak, but my rage made my weakness subside to somewhere where it was not so bad. My rage helped me to start to function and try my very best.
After he had changed form, he walked up to me and said, "Hello, baby. You're so eager. You're about to get it and get it good. You see, Mimosa is resting now. Then, in a couple of days, when I've confirmed the pregnancy, I'll put Mimosa under sedation for a few weeks. Then, when you are both close to the due date, we will go into the pack to give birth. I'll show everyone how it's done. Trust Mimi, when you get to hold our offspring in your arms for the first time, it will make up for all of this. Then you'll know it was all worth it."
He walked up to one table, where there were several drugs, vials, needles, and syringes. He looked at as remarked in passing, "And guess what, baby, we're having babies too. That's right, your human womb and ovaries are all ripe. My sperm is already in your womb, but you're about to get real good insemination. But here we go... First, we'll collect eggs from Baby, You too, which I'll fertilize. Mimosa's eggs are already growing. First, I'll have to calm you down a bit."
Damon took the needle and syringe. He had drawn several drugs in the syringe, shoved that disgusting syringe back into my vein, and pressed the plunger. He gave me four more doses before I was sufficiently restrained.
He lifted me onto the table and tied me down carefully, watching me very closely. My rage had been on display enough to be a threat. Good. Once this fucking drug leaves my system, then I'll show that fucking devil. I kept my rage on as best I could. I tried to fight these as much as possible these goddamn drugs with the help of my rage.
Damon ultrasound in my stomach sliced it open and poked for a while. It hurt, but the rage was starting to help. Soon, the slightest advantage, any advantage.
He glanced at me, frowning, and said, "Baby, I'm going to make a backup plan like this, and I'm going to breed you right into the womb. I'll take care of you in wolf form, but it's best to be safe. The sooner you get pregnant, the less you have to endure. "
Then the fucking torturer shoved a liter of semen in my uterus and what wasn't diluted. He had collected some. And so, apparently, did my human womb. Oh, yippee, I'd be double pregnant.
He worked inside me for a while and then said, "You see, baby, that rage of yours makes you quite unpredictable, and I feel I'm keeping it under control pharmacologically as best I can, but first. I'll go fertilize these first, think Mimi, 18 eggs. Eighteen puppies...now you're there, and you're breeding. I'll put more drugs in soon. After that, we will wait until tomorrow. If you are already pregnant, you will be sedated, and if not, we will do it organically. "
Oh fuck, my rage was boiling, and it was boiling. Damon took the cells to fertilization and came in 10 minutes later. Carrying a small pharmacy, he pulled different drugs into any number of syringes and then put them into saline bags, which he lovingly made drip at different speeds.
He watched my state of being for a while, said coldly then, "Those should keep you, baby, pretty well sedated, drugged, but don't worry. I'll have to watch you the whole time Mimosa's done. If I smelled right, Mimosa's pregnant."
The drugs were quietly starting to cloud my head, but I punched my rage through them. I knew it wasn't a long-term solution because my rage would dry up somewhere along the way, but for now. My rage helped, and I tried to get free from this table, trying to use my rage to stop getting pregnant, anything that I could think of.
Damon came to me again. He had a syringe in his hand.
He stroked hairs off my forehead, making me flinch from disgust, he said to me, "Oh, that Baby. You're a really sharp one. Very fierce. Your rage is right on the surface, but you know what? I'm going to give you an organic treatment, even though you're already pregnant. Congratulations, baby, we're going to be parents. You're already pregnant in your human womb, and your wolf womb is pregnant, too. You need an education now. A good knot will calm that rage down. This cocktail will put you to sleep for a while so I can get you in the right position."
Then he pushed another injection into my veins, and darkness came.
Damon was happy with both bitches pregnant. Now he would just train Mimi. First, he would give her a good big wolf cock as deep as he could. Then some drugs, maybe programming, pain. After a couple of weeks, Mimi would know how to behave. He would take the now anesthetized Mimi and tie her to the rack so she would be easy to fuck again and again.
Mimi's pussy wasn't so swollen, and Damon put a generous amount of gel in there, which would excite his wolf form even more. His rack differed from Bran's. This was not meant to be anywhere comfortable or used for a long time. This was more crueler, and painful rack.
He was excited about this. This wasn't about sex. This was about control. As primal as it gets. He noticed when Mimi started to wake up, he could sense her rage. Good, then Damon went to change form.
I woke up tied to a fucking rack. Sure as shit, I knew what it was for. It pissed me off to no end that once again I was pregnant and double pregnant, and I knew what would happen and poor Mimosa had now the same fate. Oh, how I was pissed off and pissed off. I let my rage come out more. My legs were spread, and I was pretty damn helpless on the floor. This was not a nice place to be at all.
I didn't have long to try to pull myself away when I heard Damon's nails tapping. He sniffed my pussy and got on my back and pierced me all at once. Or so it felt. He hurt hard. Damon's wolf's form is big, and if I'm not ready, then it doesn't feel good because this wolf just kept penetrating and penetrating.
I couldn't control my pelvic floor muscles or my stomach muscles. A muscle relaxant had been used and there was nothing I could do to stop it when this one pushed its whole long cock right up to the root into me and started to swell. And swell. And swell. The pain started to burn and tore me apart.
First, it burned, then it hurt, and finally, the pain was something indescribable, and I felt blood dripping between my legs. I was torn from somewhere. He just kept on pushing and moving so the knot ripped me even more. The amount this wolf shot into me was unbelievable, and the power. Blow after blow, and they, too, struck deep in my wombs. It made a dull ache spreading to the pit of my pelvis, my both wombs were aching.
I hoped that this rape would stop the pregnancy. The knot would not be a problem as I would get to decide the position, but this frame was obviously made for the female actually to hurt. This was not a short-term deal, not this torture seemed to go on forever.
The rack lowered its front end from time to time so I could feel all the cum draining deep into my uterus. Occasionally, Damon would turn human and fuck my human womb repeatedly until I felt about my entire full womb. He gave me ova extracting injection. He told me how I was pregnant and getting more and more pregnant by the minute.
Damon fucked me mercilessly for three days straight. I was finished. My rage was gone, and by the second day, my insides felt like they were on fire. I hoped I was bruised enough to keep the pregnancy from progressing. Damon sedated me. And watched and was pleased. I was soundly pregnant. Both uteruses.
He kept me and Mimosa in the bunker for several weeks. He put me in that damn cage, so I felt my skin burning, ripping almost away. He had given me one little towel so I could protect even part of my skin. I was cannulated, and drugs kept dripping into me, keeping me almost asleep. In a state, that I hated the most. Sedated.
Every day he felt us both and was happy to feel the puppies growing in our wombs, but not me. He ultrasound my human belly and watched over our multiple fetuses in there, too. I knew what was going to happen here. I had been building up my rage again all this time and had already got it formed and developed. I fucking would show. It was soon time to let him know. I could feel the wrongness inside me and it got worse by the day.
Then Damon drugged me even more so much that I passed out fully, and when I woke up, Mimo had been taken somewhere. I was alone. He was taking Mimo to the pack. I had been moved onto the table and secured there.
I took my rage out and started to break away. While I was working, I got my other arm free. That's why my rage was so on because the cramps began an hour after I woke up. A green mass was oozing out of my cunt, accompanied by satanic painful contractions. Blood clots and whatnot poured out of me, but my rage blew through the pain.
I finally got loose and found myself unclothed, showered, and tried to flush as much out as I could, draining my tits. I wondered how to stop milk production, but that's the worry of the time. I was a walking skeleton, but fully enraged, so I was more of a soulless killing machine mode.
I needed to start looking for a way out. First, I destroyed every single shedding device. I destroyed all the medicines; I destroyed everything. I wandered around and didn't care, even though I was already running a fever. My rage burned with infection, the last traces of any kind of sense out of my mind. Time didn't matter anymore. I just had to get out. Then I heard the ramp start moving, and I was ready. When I saw it was open enough, I ran out. I ran away. By the time Damon would realize anything, I'd be long gone.