I went to the house, it was dark even though Adam had said he was free and would be there. Well that's okay I thought as I went inside. He must have got stuck in traffic or something. In fact, in this house, we had never actually been in a pack. I'd been here, as I'd been in so many houses, when I was on gigs and sometimes on a road trip. This was a big modern house, lots of steel and glass, big windows, no curtains on every window and then I decided to go and do a little decorating in the house. I've got fabrics and iron-on tape to make neat folds, or I could take measurements of the windows and go straight to a fabric store where they make curtains.
I carried my bag into the big gorgeous bedroom. Another bed we hadn't dedicated. Somewhere in between we were supposed to do a dedication tour but then again I remembered Damo's pussy sea and then I didn't feel like it, not unless his attitude changed. So I don't understand the man. One minute he's a caring, explanatory, nice guy and then he leaves only to come back like a monster.
I went downstairs and turned on the sauna because now I needed a good relaxation, maybe if I felt like it I could try a couple of new crawlers I ordered for myself. I always have to have a backup plan in case I don't get a man. I thought how lovely it would be when I was in the sauna, then Adam would come and seduce me again. I was on my way upstairs and was walking toward the hallway when someone slammed me against the wall and glued me in place.
Wet dog. Damon. He said " Now, now you will see and experience what you deserve. How dare you imagine Adam all this time. " He turned me around and held me tight against the wall and clasped my hands behind my back. But he was a good deal taller than me, heavier, and damn strong. I didn't really have room or room to move. Well, I'll have to see if at some point.
I felt him put my hands in spiked grips behind my back. Then he held me against him and opened one of the doors and pushed me in ahead of him, still holding me against him. I could kick back of course, but these were silver rage resetting shackles so I couldn't access my rage, where Damon had found these I didn't know. He acted quickly and threw me on my back on the bed and came to sit on top of me with his legs spread
. He reached for something beside the bed and pulled out an oxygen mask which he put over my face. I wasn't breathing, then he took a couple of syringes from his breast pocket and ripped open my shirt, and injected two doses into my diaphragm. I felt my diaphragm spasm as I took a breath. Whatever was in that mask was not just oxygen. Damon sat on me and injected a couple more doses of stimulant into my rib muscles so that my breathing intensified. This was not stun gas but some kind of muscle relaxant because I completely lost my strength. Damon sat on top of me and then released my hands when he stood up.
My hands were limp beside me, I couldn't even move a finger. He stood and watched. then he said " Now you are there at my mercy totally helpless, and I will get you in shape for the trip and then you will see, wife dear, what wonders I have done to those medical devices. Isn't that breathable muscle relaxant nice? I could keep you breathing in it, but I think you need to calm down a little first. "' He went to the cupboard and got some jelly canisters. Oh fuck, he's going to jelly up again.
He came over to me and stripped me naked, and put some kind of sheet or blanket under me. Then he took a briefcase and some kind of metal box from the cupboard. He opened the metal box and took out some scalpels. Then he opened the briefcase, there was some kind of plate, he left the briefcase open next to me and came and opened my stomach after the book. He cut first the underside of my diaphragm sideways and then the whole of one side open and finally the cross-section of my hips again. Then he lifted my stomach skin aside as if it were the cover of a book.
He opened my peritoneum and moved all the organs out of me, he said "The gas is also blocking the multiple enzymes, don't be afraid of it, but I need to get you to the point and full and that's why we start from the bottom here. You see now that I've moved all your organs aside so I can see properly into your retroperitoneal space here, here run your aorta and the beginning of your vena cava. Now I'm going to put a plate like this right in the back here, and this, baby, this is dried jelly, soothing of course. I'm going to apply this very carefully all over the place and you'll feel it soften and expand as I pour a little bit of liquid on it, so that it's tight against your aorta and your inferior vena cava, and also your kidneys, this is going to go in here surprisingly much. Now I'll just put your organs in place so I can get to gelling your abdominal cavity. As you can see I've now removed all the excess tissue from here to give maximum space for gelling, and that gas goes into your organs, which is why your intestines were nice and floppy. They'll have their own stuff, but I'll put that in later. "
I've never felt the pain of having every organ removed and lifted out of the vessel containing Damon's blood so that the organ survived. As I said, I feel the pain or ache of my tissue, if it is alive, and I can say that every organ was affected by the wounds inflicted when Damon removed it. And then I could feel him really pressing the jelly all over the back of my abdominal cavity, I could feel the jelly already inside me, I could feel it slowly wetting. Damon was pouring liquid into my abdominal cavity every now and then.
Slowly, I could feel the first effects of the drug already in my head. Once he had every organ aligned, he poured more of his blood inside me and it seemed to activate the jelly even more. He let my stomach close up for a moment, still holding the mask over my face. He put the briefcase and box neatly away and looked into my eyes. Then he said "I think it's starting to feel already. Don't worry baby, there's more coming. That won't hold you that long. " He pulled the tank closer and now opened my abdominal cavity with a small incision below the diaphragm, I could feel the stimulant starting to wear off but the jelly was starting to come back on. This was so awful again.
He inserted a tube or catheter, a cannula of some sort into my abdominal cavity and opened the valve and after a couple of minutes started to massage as the jelly started to be felt in my stomach. He kept rubbing and spreading the jelly and it was absorbed relentlessly. Then he took the mask off my face and continued his stroking and pressing, warming the jelly until I could feel the effect and I was completely sedated. The jelly kept coming inside me and Damon kept warming and pressing it.
I was back in the state I hated more than anything. This was absolutely horrible and I thought that there was no chance of escape just yet. Four tanks came into my gut and my stomach was only slightly distended. I could feel the jelly in my head. Damon said "See, that stuff, that sedative, gets absorbed into the tissues and stays there, then gets released into the bloodstream every time you chop it off. I've now saturated your blood with it, it won't draw anymore but the rest of the drug will go into storage. Isn't it nice to know that you're going to feel that way for a while? Now I'm not going to put you to sleep for the trip, at least not for the whole trip. Because I want you to know where you're going, how helpless you are. It's part of the lesson."
He wrapped me up in a blanket and carried me to the car where he put me in the trunk wrapped in a blanket. He put the car on and drove off. I was in a tight ball, a warm blanket around me and Damon had put some kind of heater in here so that the jelly would probably stay absorbed. I didn't sleep, because this medicine wouldn't let me fall asleep. Oh, I was pissed off. I was as helpless as helpless can be. Damon must have driven for hours and then the car finally stopped. I heard him get out of the car and then nothing. Finally, he came and opened the trunk and I felt him lift me up and carry me inside. I was still completely drugged, unable to do anything.
He put me down on the steel table and opened the blanket, then he turned me over on my back and put me in the spiked grip. He looked closely into my eyes and said "I think you'll start to clear up soon, just a little. Then it will be fun. " While I was strapped to the table he went and closed the door and walked around, apparently turning on the equipment. There seemed to be quite a lot of them. Damon came up to me and said "Let's start getting you in shape. Now I'm going to fill your bowels full of this jelly, you'll see the effect, as you can feel, most of the jelly has already been absorbed while I kept you warm. ." He made an incision in my stomach and inserted a tube into my stomach, actually the end of my small intestine, and then he opened the valve. I could feel something start to drain into my increasingly relaxed bowels. He drained my bowels full, probably several tanks sank in. When he was almost done, I felt the sedation slowly begin to ease.
Damon noticed this too and was almost triumphant. Then he let my stomach close up and cannulated me. He looked at me like a piece of meat and I smelled the wet dog and ashtray again. He said " Now get an activator in that jelly in your stomach, then you'll see. As you observed, the effect of the gas is quite long-lasting as far as getting into your intestines, so that jelly doesn't get absorbed or get out of there right away. You just have to feel it."' He hung a small two-decilitre bag to hang on the drip line and put it on full blast.
At first, it felt like there was heat in my bowels and I could feel how tight my bowels actually were, soon the heat started to turn into pain and aching, and by the time the bag had dropped. My bowels were in pain, so much so that I was sweating in pain. Damon was pressing on my stomach which seemed to make the pain worse.
He said "A neuropeptide, it binds to every little cell in your gut and tells you if there's an emergency in your gut. This substance tells you that oh, yes, and it's a bad one. Even though it doesn't harm your gut at all. It's a bit like riot gas, Mace. It doesn't cause any permanent damage either, just pain. We'll be right back."
He went over to the first one and saw him open the lid. Not the fucking shuttles again. This one wasn't clear plastic though, this one had a clear lid and headrest so the victim wouldn't be inside the shuttle. He put something inside the device in place and clicked a few more switches on the panel at the end of the device.
He came up to me and said " Did you know who designed the first one of these, this was supposed to be the new operating theatre. A personal surgical robot. Program the surgery and put the patient in, the machine scans and goes to work. but then the pharmaceutical companies came up with research uses for these. And I've made a fuckload of these sheds over the years. You wouldn't believe how many fleas have found these devices. And then they dismantle them nicely and all I've had to do is go and get what I need. Not all of these places are for you, don't flatter yourself. I torture where you kill. When someone annoys you or does something, I capture and torture them to death. But as you see, I can bring you here from time to time."
He unchained me and lifted me into his arms. He rubbed my stomach as he spoke I was in so much pain I could do nothing. He carried me to the first machine and put me in. That one had spiked chains too. He put the lid on. I was inside the machine and my head was kind of outside the machine, then he put the machine on. He said " This is a device that looks at your internal organs. I've now programmed the machine to start breaking down your organs slowly and pleasurably. It injects everything into them. This device injects but it now focuses on your organs. We'll see when we switch to the next device."
The pain the device caused was incredible. I didn't think I could have been hurt any harder than the jelly in my bowels but the device made every organ in my body just about scream in pain. I could feel my heart pounding and it hurt too. The machine was relentless and I don't even know what substances it was putting in me but I do know that at some point I blacked out, because the next thing I knew I was waking up on a steel table again, chained to Damon watching me with satisfaction. He said "The next machine will take care of your bones then, as you can see, now the jelly in your bowels is starting to ease up a bit so you can take more, we've still got a lot to go through. "
This machine crushed my bones over and over and slowly. I could feel the steel clamping around my arm and the pressure increased until the bone gave way. Every now and then, the machine would break my bones. Sometimes it squeezed ., sometimes it twisted. it could grab my wrist and start to twist it as the rest of my hand was locked tightly in place until again the bone broke. I finally lost consciousness with this device too.
The next device stimulated my nervous system and I endured it for as long as I could, but I had no sense of time and the devices came randomly. I woke up sometimes on the table, sometimes on the device. I just noticed how Damon was enjoying himself. Absolutely enjoying himself. Time after time, just as my strength began to wane, his pleasure seemed to increase. He was destroying my organs, my muscles, my bones. He didn't drug me in any way. Often I would pass out from pain and shock, so he controlled me with sheer pain. I knew I had lost weight by leaps and bounds.
My healing abilities had really been tested and Damon liked to experiment apparently. He could put me on the machine and so randomly put the settings any way he wanted and then see what the machine did. Yes, the equipment did. Now I was shivering on the table in the cold. Damon came up beside me and brushed my hair away from my forehead. He said " Baby, I think you have an infection. But not yet. I want you to be my challenge to take care of. And remember. The lesson continues. I'll get you better, but no sleeping now. I'll keep you chained to the bed."
He continued to torture me for an incredibly long time, or so it seemed. Then he came to me again when I was exhausted on the table, covered with wounds, while one of the machines was cutting me with different blades. Damon hadn't cleaned a single machine in all that time and I knew, I could smell every time he put me back on the machine, how much germs every machine was teeming with.
He said " Now, now you're in for a challenge. Let's see now. We've got sepsis, you're not keeping your temperature, you're full of deep festering sores, you've got organ problems, you've lost weight and a lot of it, I bet you weigh less than 30kg. Now you're a challenge." He wrapped me in a blanket and carried me back to the trunk of the car. He started driving and drove for a long time. I managed to sleep for a while, or else I passed out from the pain.