Note: Forewarning: This chapter has forced sex in it. This is why this story is in the M section.
At sunset, the clan woke up and went searching for Brooklyn after waiting for an hour to see if he made it back. Usually, they always made it back within an hour or two if they were far away from home.
…..
Brooklyn burst out of his stone casing, but still finding he was tied down to the bed. He tested his bonds. He felt how his stomach felt too, and it felt better. Now that he was recovered, he should be able to get free and go home. He knew his clan would be worried about him. His bonds still held strong and weren't going to break anytime soon.
Demona turned to her gargoyle form again, her true form. Tonight was the night. She had a few things to do first, but would attend the big moment later.
Sevarius made it back to the room first. "Good evening, Brooklyn. Hope you recovered well. Tonight is a special night. Let's see how the site looks first." he said.
"Let me go, Sevarius!" Brooklyn ordered.
His order fell on deaf ears. The man undid the bandage and took it off. There was no more wound on Brooklyn's stomach. "The amazing power of gargoyle stone sleep. Surely would help all injured creatures heal faster." he said.
Brooklyn's wound and stitches were gone, but he still had some pain inside his lower stomach. Whatever they had done must have been something deep inside him. He squirmed, trying to get loose.
"Are you going to tell me what happened last night? Or what you are planning on doing?" the red gargoyle demanded.
"All will be revealed in time. Demona is busy at the moment, but I am to check and see if what we did do is doing better tonight." Sevarius proclaimed.
Brooklyn hated that answer. He squirmed again.
The man noticed his squirming as he brought a big computer monitor over to the bed, Brooklyn saw.
"What are you going to do?" Brooklyn asked.
"Check the internal organs down there, as you were injured pretty bad by a Quarryman last night." Sevarius lied.
"I was not!"
"You don't remember, do you? Demona saved you from being killed by them." the man argued.
"I didn't want nor need her help." Brooklyn growled.
Sevarius now turned on the computer and he grabbed some gel. He moved Brooklyn's loincloth out of the way by moving it down more, then he put the gel on Brooklyn's stomach. It hadn't been taken off completely last night.
Brooklyn flinched because it was so cold. Then, he felt the weight of the wand being added onto the gel. It was pushed into his skin. He winced from the slight discomfort he still had.
"What are you doing?" Brooklyn demanded.
"Just checking on your recovery." Sevarius replied. He moved the wand around, but wasn't letting Brooklyn see what he was really checking on inside his belly.
The man found what he was looking for and smiled evilly.
"It is looking good. Now, it is time to add my special serum to make sure the injury is in complete recovery." Anton said.
"What do you mean?" Brooklyn hated that this maniac was looking at his insides. There was nothing he could do to stop it either. Then, he saw the man pick up a needle syringe full of liquid. "What are you going to do?" he demanded.
"Inject this to make sure the injured site is going to heal completely. I still see some traces of damage that need more healing yet."
"My stone sleep will take care of it. Now let me go!"
"Nope. Not taking chances." the man lied. With the syringe in one hand, and the wand over Brooklyn's lower belly, he saw the spot and quickly made use of it. He put the needle down to the gargoyle's stomach and pierced the skin, immediately getting a wince from Brooklyn. That spot was still tender.
Brooklyn could feel the needle going into his flesh. What was Sevarius doing with that needle really? He couldn't move.
Once Anton found the spot, he injected his serum into Brooklyn's body. Then he pulled it out, rubbing the spot to ease the little pain there was. "There. It should help with infection." he said.
Brooklyn opened his eyes and glared. "What was that?"
He cleaned off Brooklyn's belly. He left him alone after that. But when Demona came in to the room, Sevarius was back in with her too.
"What do you want?" Brooklyn demanded.
"To have my dream come true again. This time, my plan will succeed, dear Brooklyn." she smiled at him.
"I won't help you get it." Brooklyn growled.
"Oh, but you will, whether you like it or not." she retorted. "Is it ready?"
"Yes. Very." Anton replied.
The ultrasound machine was started again and his belly was once again gelled up. Brooklyn struggled with all he had in him. He wasn't going to let them do this.
Sevarius got the wand on him, despite his moving about. "Hold still now."
"No."
"I'll take care of it." Demona said.
Demona then picked up a needle and injected it into Brooklyn's bicep. He winced. It knocked him out.
The wand was reapplied and Brooklyn could do nothing to stop it. Anton and Demona looked on the computer at a special organ that was going to be doing a job for the next several months for them. An artificial womb had been created and put in surgically last night, unknown to Brooklyn's knowledge.
Now, there was a second needle syringe ready to be put into that womb. Demona didn't know that another had been put in first already behind her back.
Brooklyn was still out cold.
Anton injected the needle down into the womb. He pushed on the syringe. Then he pulled it out. Another rub.
"Now it's all set." Demona said. "You aren't going anywhere, Brooklyn."
What were these two maniacs planning on doing with him?
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Later, Brooklyn woke up and was let up off the bed, but he was taken to a room where his hands were put into cuffs chained to a wall. They were locked on. They were tough that he wasn't going to be getting them off anytime soon.
Demona had made sure that he cooperated when she had forced his arms behind his back. Now, they were just in front of him, cuffed. He knew he was just a prisoner here, wherever here was. He sat down and examined the cell with his eyes for the moment.
He sighed. He finally had a chance to rub his stomach after what was done, twice. Neither Demona nor Anton would truly answer his questions. It was hard to know where he was without them telling him.
Brooklyn had been hit and shot in the stomach before, but he had never received actual injections, other than a tranquilizer there once, in his belly. It seemed that they had targeted him for his belly this time of his capture.
He had woken up with a wound in his belly that he never remembered getting from the Quarrymen, and now, two injections that who knows what their real purpose was. He hoped it was nothing bad. His stomach wasn't hurting quite as much now, but a new feeling was taking over: hunger. He would not dare beg for food, but if he was going to be here, he would need to eat, sooner or later. He wasn't immortal like Demona.
And just like that, his wish came true. Demona came in with a plate of food that she knew of his favorite foods. He glared at her.
"I promise, Brooklyn, it's not drugged at all. Eat up, you need your strength." she coaxed at him.
"Tell me, Demona, what was that injection for?" Brooklyn demanded.
"That I can't tell you right now. I can guess you still feel tender in there." she said.
"Not telling." Brooklyn replied.
"Stubborn as always." she scoffed and left.
Brooklyn wanted to eat, but he didn't want to dare touch food that had been prepared by her tainted hands. Her hands were covered in blood from innocents through the centuries. He would never trust her. She could hurt him if she saw fit.
He wished he would get some answers as to why he was here. He sat down on the floor away from the food. He could smell its delicious aroma wafting to his nose. His belly growled its displeasure. Brooklyn rubbed at it to comfort it, but he didn't want to eat anything right now. He just ignored the food completely.
When Demona came in to get the tray later on, she found it hadn't been touched. This deeply angered her.
"Why didn't you eat your food?! You never know when you're going to get a next meal, Brooklyn. That's not wise to starve yourself." she declared.
"I won't eat your food even if you paid me!" Brooklyn snarled back.
"But you will soon enough." she said.
Demona just figured he was still adjusting to his situation, but because he now carried what she wanted, she wouldn't do him any harm. It was still a waiting game to see how it came out though, as the experiment had never been attempted quite like this before. She just took the tray out of the room.
Brooklyn glared at the door after watching her leave. He pulled on the cuffs, and nothing.
"I've got to get out of here if I'm going to save my sanity." he told himself.
He seriously hoped that his clan would find him soon. He would be lucky if he escaped Demona and Sevarius on his own, but he would certainly try to. He had no idea what they had injected into his stomach, but it couldn't be good. He couldn't help but give it a rub.
He couldn't help but be worried about what had been put into his belly. He still felt the slight discomfort from the injections, but he didn't have any nausea. But if what they had done to him required a machine to get a look at his internal organs, he knew it was nothing but trouble. Another reason he didn't want to eat.
…..
A few days later, Brooklyn was extremely famished. He reluctantly drank water that he was given, but refused to eat the food he was given.
Brooklyn refusing to eat was angering Demona and Anton. It finally made them make the decision that they were going to have to force-feed him.
He was so bored out of his mind from just being kept in this boring room with nothing to do but think. He had counted four days because he had turned to stone these four times. His clan had to be worried about him.
Then, his door unlocked. He was expecting one of his captors to be bringing food in again, that he wasn't going to touch. But no. It was three armed guards this time.
"Give us any trouble, Red, and you'll be darted." one of them warned him.
Two men began to get him released from the wall, but maintaining the cuffs on his wrists. Brooklyn welcomed this. This could be the best chance he had of escaping. He saw the one man with a gun aimed on him. He cooperated.
As soon as he was released from the wall though, his arms were forced behind his back however. "Don't think you're going anywhere." a guard sneered.
Brooklyn winced as one of his arms was pulled on, hard. This changed things. But he went with them peacefully. He had to find out what was going on. It still made him nervous though. He had a hunch of what Sevarius could do with him, but what did Demona want from him?
He was taken back to the same room that he had been in before just prior to the cell. He didn't want to be tied down again. He struggled in the cuffs.
"Good, you got him here in one piece. Now tie him down." Anton ordered.
Brooklyn began a struggle. He didn't want it. "Let me go!" he cried out.
Demona kept an eye on things and knew she might have to step in if the men couldn't contain the red male. She was way stronger than them.
"You will do as you're told, Brooklyn, or there will be consequences." Demona stepped forward.
"I'll never do your bidding!" he growled at her.
She laughed at him. "That's not what this is about, this time."
He hated her.
In the end, she had to step in and aid the men getting him onto the table. His arms and legs were once again, tied down. His heartbeat was racing in his ears. His breathing was fast and in panic mode.
"Whatever you're doing, Demona, don't do it." Brooklyn begged. His expression had softened by this time.
His soft, scared expression made her think that she had chosen the right male for this.
"This has to be done, Brooklyn. You had plenty of chances, and now there are consequences for it. I had warned you." she stated.
Sevarius then stepped into the picture. Demona stepped out of the way. There were some assistant men too. Brooklyn's eyes lit up. He saw what looked like a long hose. What were they going to do?
"Open your mouth." the scientist ordered.
Brooklyn swallowed. "No." he refused.
That started a struggle of getting him trying to get the hose into his mouth and down his throat. Brooklyn had refused and tried keeping his jaws locked in place, but with some efforts from the men and Demona, he was forced to open his mouth and the hose was put down his throat.
Brooklyn coughed as the tube was put down his throat. He found it hard to breathe.
When most of the tube was down him, they had to test if it was in his lungs or not. A little water was put down it, and nothing happened.
"The tube is rightfully in his stomach, Doctor." an assistant said.
Brooklyn groaned. Once again, something to do with his stomach. A chill went through him.
"Good. Now we can begin." Anton smirked. "Give it to him." he ordered.
A lid popped off something. Brooklyn could see around himself, and saw a can of something. But first, a strap was tied around his beak and held it closed. He moaned his discontent.
With the help of a suction visor, the canned food was then put into the tube. It was held high to make sure that it would make it to the destination.
Brooklyn watched. So that was what they were doing: feeding him by tube. He tried to move.
"You brought this on yourself, Brooklyn." Demona said.
He turned to her voice. He glared at her. Then, he felt a very cold feeling hit him right in the stomach. It felt like a kick in the guts.
Some more food was given to him, and before he knew it, his belly felt the full feeling. Then some water was given to him.
The tube was finally taken out afterward. Brooklyn coughed as it came out. The strap was taken off his beak.
"If you don't want this to happen again, you need to eat what is offered to you." Anton advised.
"What did you inject in my stomach the other day?" Brooklyn demanded angrily.
"You'll find out soon, but for now, it's not for you to know." Demona stated. Then she said, "Why don't you leave us alone, boys. I'd like to have a little talk with him."
"As you wish." Anton said, and he and the other humans left them alone.
Brooklyn didn't like the look in her eyes when she turned to him. He hesitantly said, "What could we have to talk about?"
She began to approach him. "I just thought of a way to ease your boredom some. We can have a little bit of fun together." she declared as her expression softened.
"What are you going to do?" he demanded.
The gargess put one of her hands on his chest and it made him flinch at her touch. She began to touch him. She rubbed him. She also moved down to his stomach.
Brooklyn didn't like her touching him like this.
Demona undid the buckle on his belt and began pushing the loincloth down. That got the male gargoyle squirming.
"NO! Don't do this!" he panicked. He struggled with all his might, but the cuffs held him down.
"I think you want this. Here I thought that you wanted a female of your own. I know you've desired my daughter for a long time, and yet, you can't have her because she is with Broadway." Demona decreed.
She had a point, but he had tried to accept it. But he didn't want THIS! He tried some more. "LET ME GO, DEMONA!" he ordered.
"I don't think so. We're going to have some fun." she proclaimed.
Panic rose in the red male all the more as she kept on touching him and she soon pulled off his loincloth and threw it aside. Before she went further though, she couldn't help but press into his belly in the lower section.
Brooklyn winced at the pressure down there. It hurt. Then it was released.
The blue female then touched his thighs. It made him jump. She made her way up to his private area. She began to really seduce him.
"Stop, please!" he pleaded. There was nothing he could do to protect himself.
She touched him so much that even though his mind said no, his body was responding. He got an erection soon enough.
"I knew you couldn't resist. I know you want this. Your body wants this." she said. Demona took off her own clothes and Brooklyn could see her naked. His eyes widened.
Demona began to stroke his member. It made his stomach clench tightly. It aroused him even though he didn't want it. "Please, stop..." he panted.
She put her mouth on him. It got a yelp out of him. The sucking and touching urge took control, and he reluctantly cooperated. He started thrusting his hips. Before long, a strong orgasm made him release into her mouth. She hummed in satisfaction. He roared his release as well. His eyes flared white with the adrenaline.
Once he calmed down, his eyes went back to normal. What was next? More torture?
"If you're… going to kill me… do it..." he panted.
"Kill you? Oh no, no, no. That's not what I want from you. I want you to bring me life." Demona smiled at him. She rubbed on his lower stomach.
His eyes widened at that. He began squirming again. "NO!"
"Yes, Brooklyn." she began to touch his member again.
He tried to fight the feelings, but her touching him in such sexy ways aroused him again. This time, Demona got on the table, and he saw her crawl over him. She raised her rear in the air and lowered herself onto his member. She growled as her tight hole covered his member.
Brooklyn felt the heat cover his member. It was so sensitive that it made him want to thrust again. Her hands were on his chest, rubbing, seducing him to move. She moved up and down on him. Eventually, he began to thrust again. The urge was too strong.
He tried hard to breathe as his hips thrusted to meet hers. Both of their eyes were flared. His in white, hers in red. Their fangs were bared in the excitement.
Brooklyn thrusted until another orgasm ripped through his body and shot his seed up into her reproductive tract with a mighty roar. He panted hard. He was exhausted. Her cougar scream was just as loud.
Demona had just claimed his innocence; his virginity.
Brooklyn laid on the table, totally humiliated and exhausted. His eyes went back to normal and he kept them closed. His beak had a deep frown on it. He also had tears in his eyes. He felt so used and dirty.
"You did well, Brooklyn." the female complimented him. She was putting her garments back on.
Brooklyn didn't answer. He just wanted to be alone.
"If I have it my way, you will never get back to your clan." Demona sneered.
His eyes opened in a snarl. "Let me go! I'll never be your servant! You'll have to kill me before that ever happens!" he warned her.
"You are already doing something for me, but it's a bit of a surprise." she retorted.
"Being your sex slave? I won't give you life! I won't give you anything!" he snapped.
"It doesn't have to be that way." she said.
"Where am I anyway?" he demanded.
"That doesn't matter." Demona declared. "And you will do my bidding. You can just lay there for the rest of the night, and even longer!" she snapped and left the room.
When she was gone, tears couldn't help escape his eyes. He could do nothing to wipe them away. The act had hurt him tremendously. He was also left naked.
…
From the sounds that the humans had heard in the room, it was obvious of what Demona had done to Brooklyn. The humans were ever so curious about gargoyle mating.
Brooklyn had been Demona's first mating partner in a LONG time. He wouldn't admit he enjoyed it. His mind kept on saying he didn't, but his body betrayed him. This ancient female knew how to get a male to react to her touches.
She was tremendously pleased with herself. If she was going to keep him around to get what she wanted, she might as well do something with him. Deciding what to do later would wait until it was deemed that the 'experiment' was going to happen.