Mirella was tied to a chair, her mouth taped, her eyes wide with horror. When Damon stepped past me and said " Not quite what you expect, is it, Baby?" I said "It's not, let go my good man Mirella. What on earth are you up to now? " Damon said, his voice low, impatient " Now, now, it's not Mimi, not at all that time, that is if you want Mirella to live." He went behind Mirella and bent her head to the side and deftly slipped the cannula into Mirella's neck pulling the needle out, then taped it in place.

He took a syringe full of silver and another syringe full of water. He put the silver syringe into the cannula first and looked at me "Sit down." he nodded his head towards a chair with armrests and metal handles. "Put your hands where they belong. I won't say it again baby "

He pressed the plunger so that the silver went into Mirella, when it hit the vein it turned the vein black and Mirella hissed in pain, the black vein grew up the side of Mirella's neck halfway up her temple and the skin around it started to go greyish. "Sit down or you'll be out of vampires in no time."

I went to the chair and sat down, putting my hands on the armrests. Damon pressed the remote and the handles clicked shut. He took the syringe off the cannula but left it in place. "That other syringe is holy water then. If you decide to try your luck, Baby. I don't think Mirella can take it, shall we say, at all? You know I'm not lying, you probably remember the syringe from our wedding. "

I thought it might be, but I don't think you can take it either, mister. As soon as I get out of these shackles, I'm going to grab that syringe and stab Salvatore in the heart, it won't kill Damon but it will effectively pull him down for a couple of months. Haa! Damon came to me and made sure the shackles were held. Oh yes, they did but it wasn't the first time I'd been chained to a chair. There was no spring in these, which was a good thing because back then these shackles weren't as tight. These were standard size and I have a small and narrow wrist so...

Damon came in front of me and lifted up my shirt. He felt my stomach. Then he went over to the table to cut something with a knife. Some kind of plate. "Look, Baby, since you're so keen on storing things under your skin, it's my turn. " He walked to the front of me holding a piece of the disc in his hand. They were thin like some kind of silicone bandages. But stiff. He set them down on the side table, then squatted down and tied my legs to the legs of the chair.

A minor complication I thought, but not impossible. He lifted my leg and put some sort of shackles on both legs, on my calves, these had springs in them and the inside of these were full of spikes that sank to a depth of one and a half inches around my calves on both sides. They wouldn't show under the legs. He stood up and retrieved a drip tray from a corner with two bags in reserve.

He attached drip bags to the cannulas in the shackles and opened them to their fullest. I felt whatever was in those bags start to seep into the tissue of my calves from the tips of the spikes and be absorbed. "It'll take a little while and you'll feel the effects, Baby, don't you worry. Let's keep going."

Now he came to my front again and crouched down. Lifting the hem of my shirt again, he then sliced my skin open just below my breasts and began to push the thin metal plate under my skin as if he were doing liposuction. I knew this procedure because I had done it to myself before. I had a handy way of getting out of trouble at gigs by hiding things under my skin.

I'd done them in a briefcase and that was the job, which was to make a pocket, that is to say, to remove the skin from the surrounding tissue so that there was a pocket where you could then hide things. Damon was already pushing the metal spatula up to my belly button, once he was satisfied that my skin was off from under my breasts to my belly button and partly off my flanks.

He took the first plate and peeled off some sort of protective cover, then slipped the plate deep into the pocket he had just made. The sheet softened from the heat of my body and I felt it melt against my muscles. Damon slipped in four more pieces, which he carefully cut and measured. My stomach was starting to sting and tingle. He let the incision heal but he carefully stroked my skin against the plates. I had also started to feel dizzy and it felt like everything was slowing down.

Then he stood up and said " Showtime, Baby" as he pressed the green button on some kind of controller. The feeling in my stomach worsened many times over and now it felt like my stomach was full of spikes. "Can you feel it, Mimi? Those are the latest in new drug technology, biological drug reservations with a biological delivery mechanism, or something like that. Simply. We have a plate with biodegradable spikes filled with a drug. The drug starts to be absorbed as the spikes break down, the plate where the spikes are stuck is saturated with the drug, and osmotic forces and so on cause the drug to move from the plate through the spikes into the tissues. The spikes themselves contain some metals and also drugs. "

Damon was silent for a moment to let the explanation sink in. So I had internal spike medicine patches in me. Oh fuck. A tranquilizer. I started to feel a familiar feeling creeping up, either something was put in those leg irons or those fucking plates were filled with some fucking sedative. By now my reactions had slowed down considerably and my thoughts were well and truly fuzzy.

Damon removed the IV tubes from my legs, the shackles were allowed to be "Let's go and get some more medicine then, if we need to." Yeah, not for now. And I'm supposed to represent at the opening ceremony. Mirella was unconscious, apparently from silver. I'd be there in a minute. Damon got an infusion pump from the corner and showed me how it flickered when you pressed the button. Then he connected the silver syringe and the holy water syringe to the infusion pump and showed that the water really burned Mirella's arm. He then connected the infusion pump to the cannula now in Mirella's neck. "Okay, Baby. I think it's simple enough. You don't behave, and Mirella suffers. do you understand? You'd better convince everyone that nothing is wrong. "

Damon looked at me for a moment and continued softly "But when you, Baby, are such a world savior, a sacrificer, then this will work. Sure you can surprise me and be selfish and run away, break my neck whatever, but the pain you feel when something inside you dies, I can tell you that nothing I could ever do to you is anything compared to that, but don't believe it, try it, take a chance, then we'll see which one of us is right." I decided to behave.

Damon was serious as far as I could tell. "Now the medicine in your stomach will keep you calm, but not drugged, as you'll find you'll start to get used to feeling. The medicine will keep your pulse steady and your breathing steady. What still clouds your head a little is what I poured into your calves. It's absorbed into the muscles and works through them, it's sedating and it goes to your head. You can do without it if you behave yourself, but if I have the slightest doubt, we'll come here for a dose and then I won't be satisfied, I can even take it out on Mirella. No one will find Mirella, don't even think about it. It's enchanted, when we leave no one will even see this. Remember baby, I'm a fucking strong telepath and a vampire."

Damon came over to the chair and unlocked my legs but left the shackles on my ankles, my legs were so long and wide they covered the shackles with ease. He released my arms and offered his arm as we exited the shed. I then walked by my husband's arm to the opening and we cut the ribbon together, and he kissed me in public but the kiss was cold.

There was no passion, no burn, which is what makes Damon's kisses so wonderful. We walked through the clinic with the other guests and discussed the many devices. Damon seemed to find suggestions for improvement everywhere. Charles and Adam were keeping a close eye on us, but I tried to act as normal as I could, I told them, " Since this is Mimi Salvatore's clinic, that's why I'm going to go through this opening ceremony with Damon, maybe at the party tonight we can do something else". When Adam wondered where Mirella was, Damon told him that Magnum had already picked Mirella up since they had such a long drive.

We didn't visit the service booth all morning and day and I wondered as we started driving towards the afternoon/evening party how Mirella. "The shackles open at the button just like yours did, but not yet. Do you understand? Mirella will suffer if you don't behave, so far it's gone brilliantly Baby, but I think we'll take a bit of confirmation on that, shall we?"

I was still trying to be calm and in control as we entered the party venue. Damon directed me to the disabled toilet. And locked the door. "Sit down and don't fight, you understand?" I sat down on the toilet. Damon came in front of me and pushed my head down so my neck was exposed. I felt the needle sink between my cervical vertebrae and then the pressure as he injected something into my spinal cord. He let go of my head. Fine, still no symptoms. Then he turned my head.

I groaned in pain as a hot hiss of pain hit me straight through my shoulder to my chest. Nodding in satisfaction, Damon turned my head the other way and there was the same thing. Up or down there was nothing but side-to-side flips. Then he told me to stand up and put my hands up on the wall in front of me.

I obeyed and he lifted my shirt up off my back and inserted the needle under my skin into my lower back. Then I felt the jelly or gel start to spread again. He stroked the gel into an even layer. It would be exactly where he would put his hand when we walked. Then he injected more of the same substance in six different places on my back.

I knew that tranquilizer gel needed to be in larger quantities, so this probably wasn't one of those. He stroked my back for a moment and then put my shirt down, I was still sober and didn't bother asking any more questions. We left for the evening party. We walked among the guests and Damon handed me a glass of champagne " Drink," he said. I sipped the champagne and we continued walking "Drink, empty." was the next command. I obeyed and drank and my head started to spin a little.

Oh, the potency or effect of that jelly was revealed, it was a substance that potentiates alcohol or vice versa. We strolled through the party, me with a glass of champagne in hand, gently sipping as I became more and more confused and foggy. Occasionally Damon would glue me to the wall and kiss me with a similar cold kiss, usually, Charles or Adam was nearby, he might even slip a hand under my shirt and rub the spikes that hadn't yet melted deeper into my flesh. And then he would always turn my head, just a little, that pain made me freeze unable to do anything.

And then we were walking and it was getting a little difficult to stand up, let alone act. I just watched as Adam and Charles were also stumbling around drunk. "Look, Baby, isn't there an effective substance? At the rate they're drinking bourbon, they won't make it home" I was pretty dazed and stunned but my attention was drawn to the way he spat the word bourbon out of his mouth as if it were the worst tasting stuff in the world.

After all, Damon loved bourbon... Damon directed me to the Invalid bathroom again and took out the baby changing table and lifted me onto it on my back and took off my shirt. He quickly sliced my skin, I didn't understand and then it always hurt. Soon the pain was at the next point.

Damon lifted Mimi onto the nursing table, Mimi was stunned, semi-conscious and he had no trouble taking off his wife's shirt and starting to fit the implants into place. A slice through the skin and muscle, a quick slit then a set and a shot, the implant was in place. He put in 12 implants. 6 sedation 2 tranquilizers 2 psyche meds 2 hormone implants. He wanted a child. He had wanted one for many years. But Mimi had miscarriages.

The doctors had said that her body was not yet mature enough to carry a child so Mimi had given up on it years ago. And whenever he tried to talk about it Mimi would go into detail about how awful the abortion always was. They had been feeding, the fucking doctors, mainly Colin to Mimi, contraception for years, when it was obvious that Mimi's body needed to be allowed to mature and prepare. He was now going to help the cause. Now the pregnancy wouldn't be interrupted. He would kidnap Mimi, take her away from Adam and Charles, give her intense hormone therapy and stress before putting her in heat, then he would store inside her his own sperm.

He would release Mimi to have sex with Adam and Charles, and when the moment of conception came, his reproductive sperm would be ready. Presto. Mimi would be pregnant and this time there would be no interruptions. The drug he had given Adam and Charles had sterilized them on the spot. Permanently. Damon thought with satisfaction. The strain he would put on Mimi's body would make it want to survive, to reproduce. Just like you get a plant to bloom best when you stress it. Now it would be stress's turn again.

He pulled down Mimi's pants and spread her legs. Mimi didn't put up a fight. He shoved the spreader into Mimi's cunt and sprayed the moistening spray so that strawberry and champagne began to smell and Mimi became aroused and wet. He kept increasing the size of the spreader and lengthening it until he was sure Mimi wasn't expanding anymore and took a tube squeezer with six different tubes fitted.

First, he visualized Mimi's cervix and shot a thin silver-colored implant into it as deep as it would go. Then he took the tube squeezer and very carefully spread the hardening jelly from the tubes all over Mimi's pussy. He didn't back off until the jelly was so hard it wouldn't let up. The jelly came all the way to the outside. He put the same jelly around her clitoris and pussy lips as well. Then he pulled up his wife's pants.

Damon pushed quite a few things inside me, I don't know what, it hurt like something had come off, he made several cuts and popped something, when I thought about my time I realized it was implants. Then Damon took off my pants and spread my cunt so open with some kind of spreader that it hurt, he obviously sprayed something because the feeling of pressure in my cunt increased at times.

I felt like my whole cunt was on fire. it was so wide open. Then Damon shot something deep into my womb again, because the dull ache in the pit of my stomach was telling. I felt like my pussy then started to be pushed into something then it started to be filled with something that hardened so that the burning in my pussy didn't help much, my cunt closed around something hard that wouldn't give in, but slowly made my pussy wet and accept the intruder. Damon filled my pussy to the brim and put the same shit on externally as well. All the time I had been trying to let him have his way and get myself going. Finally, Damon pulled my pants back up.

It was hard to walk now, though. Somehow I was aroused and sore at the same time. Damon lifted me up and watched me carefully. He furrowed his brows and took some sort of controller with several buttons out of his pocket and pressed one.

In a minute my head started to fog up and I started to drain like a jelly if Damon hadn't grabbed me. "Come on baby let's go, it's all set now, come on" he supported me by the waist and pulled me to his car. I felt the thick mass in my pussy and tried to push it out, but it didn't budge. Whatever had been in the implant was strong.

Finally, we were in the car and he lifted me into the back seat. There was some kind of blanket and on top of it was a pillow he put my head on it and pulled the blanket over me, then he pushed on the other implant and waited for me to pass out completely.