The room was quite large and was dominated by a cage. This cage was densely plated and I knew it was silver. In the cage was Mimosa. Damon untied me from him and pushed me into a chair to sit down which I hadn't even noticed. I felt the needle push between my ribs into my lungs and felt the sedative cloud my head almost immediately.
He said in a cold voice. "Sit and admire, remember Mimosa's fate is in your hands." Damon gave me a sharp look and went to the cage. He opened the cage door, but Mimosa didn't move. "Mimosa is fine and anesthetized, and whether she lasts like this is up to you Baby. Now this anesthetic will keep Mimosa asleep for another 18 hours, after which she will be free to leave and won't remember anything that happened. But for now, baby I'm putting a little insurance here that will hopefully guarantee your behavior. "
Damon turned Mimosa onto her back and took a scalpel from the bag he had taken from outside the cage and sliced open Mimosa's stomach. He took an aluminum briefcase from the bag and opened it. He stood up and brought the briefcase out for me to see.
There was a gun of some kind, a bit like a cross between an injector and a pistol. It had a thick, sharp metal tube at the tip like a giant needle or trocar. And otherwise, it had a trigger and some kind of a magazine. An implant gun. There were beads in the case, silvery ones a little bigger than a pea.
Damon took one in his hand and said "Smell it, baby." it was filled with silver and aconite. "these are new biological implants. One of these beads expands rapidly under the influence of body heat." He lifted me to my feet and pulled my chair to the side of the cage. He stuffed a new injection into my lungs. Then he loaded one of the beads into the gun.
He showed as he pushed the sharp tip of the gun into Mimosa and pulled the trigger. There was a muffled crack. He moved slightly and pointed around Mimosa's abdominal aorta, there was what looked like a gelatinous disc and it expanded until it was tightly attached to the abdominal aorta for a distance of 15 cm.
Damon tugged on the implant, but it didn't move. "Now the implant is in place, that implant contains 15 doses of silver, each about 1.5 grams of pure silver. The silver is also enhanced by an aconitum concentrate and one implant has as much aconitum as there is in a kilogram of plant. "
Damon pulled a remote control from his pocket. It looked a bit like a small phone, with a 15 on the screen and a single red button. "Here you can see the counter. 15 doses. How many doses of Mimosa does it take?" Damon asked in a deadly voice. "Let me show you again that the remote and the implant are working." He pressed a button.
The implant flickered and a silvery solution came to its surface and was absorbed into Mimosa's abdominal aorta and muscles and veins. I could smell the silver and the aconitum. I said quietly "I believe you, please no more, leave Mimosa alone."
Damon got up from the cage and looked at me. "It depends, Baby, on whether you can behave for 18 hours. After that the sleeping pill will wear off and Mimosa will be free." Damon lifted me up and strapped me to him he left the cage door open, and we left the room, he left the door open too. I hoped the 18 hours would pass quickly.
We went upstairs and out where the limo was waiting, I got in the car first and Damon followed beside me. It was going to be a long day. The drive went surprisingly fast. Damon didn't say anything, just kept his hand close to his pocket. We got out of the car and headed for the opening.
Charles gave the opening speech, then Damon and I cut the ribbon. The guests flooded in for a tour and Damon grabbed me and started leading the way to the other room. "No one will miss you, Charles will take care of the tour." We made our way to the construction stalls next to the hospital.
Damon opened the furthest door and pushed me inside. He put me in a steel chair bolted to the floor and tied me down with shackles. "Remember Mimosa, make a noise, so you can see how many doses I can give before someone comes in here." I didn't argue and kept quiet. He lifted up my dress and exposed my stomach.
Then he reached over to the chair and twisted a lever so that the backrest tilted. He took a bag of spinning fluid from the bag, there was a bag here too, so Mr. had planned the whole thing, that's why he hadn't been seen in the house, and hung it from the ceiling. He opened my stomach with a single incision, took a portable suction device from the bag and put it on.
Then he began to rinse Charles' bump out of me. I tried not to whimper even though this little "procedure" hurt like hell. He drained his own centrifugal fluid and flushed it all out, including around my heart and lungs. Then he took an implant gun and loaded three implants into it.
One he shot into my liver. One in my abdominal aorta and one in my heart. "These are sedative implants all but one, one of these is a hormone implant designed to get you in heat. And then we're going to make the baby we've been talking about for a long time. I'm going to take you away after this opening and wait for you to get a rush. That way you can't take your birth control pills either." He spat the last word out of his mouth. I hadn't actually eaten those pills in years, not since Dresden and Constantine and modern medicine had made me sterile.
Damon continued "After the lust, I break the curses, that's when they're weakest. Hormone therapy combined with a period of lust will then restore your fertility. When you return to the pack, you will be pregnant, carrying my offspring, my heir, and Charles and Adam will discover to whom you belong. I may then want more children than one, so be prepared to be pregnant for a long time. And I'll be watching your feline side too, in case we do have tiger cubs or a lion. And baby. These implants and this injection have an allergy blocker so you can't get allergic to me, you'll learn who you belong to!"
I was shocked into silence. After he had the implants in, he dug a bag out of his bag, it was about a liter in volume with a thick jelly in it that was slightly cloudy. He hung this bag on the ceiling and connected a thick tube to it and opened the shutter.
He began to systematically drain the jelly all over my stomach, working it under my intestines and over and under my organs. When the whole liter was drained, he let my stomach go.
"That's part of your hormone therapy and also as you can see a sedative. Cat hormones" I started to be quite medicated. The sedative jelly seemed to keep getting absorbed and clouding my head. Damon lifted the backrest into a sitting position, unlocked my restraints, and lifted me to a standing position.
He lowered my dress and made sure everything was in place. For some reason, the centrifuged fluid he'd used to rinse everything off and the sedative jelly or implants made me smell like I'd had sex with Damon. Damon was pleased.
We went out of the shed. I was attached to Damon and drugged. Helpless. I tried to remind Mimosa not to give away my condition. I tried so hard. We wandered around the banquet grounds, I couldn't even remember how we'd gotten here from the hospital. I had everyone reassured every time we talked.
Damon was rubbing my stomach and I could feel the jelly still bubbling there. "Just think, Baby, when we get you a good heat, we'll take care of it and then we'll create a new life. I can tell you that the implant in your heart is a hormone implant and every heartbeat you take will bring us closer to the baby. And our son" Damon had these almost obsessive periods of making babies over the years.
Samuel, Colin, and some old prophecies had told me that I was not supposed to procreate, at least not yet, so they had done everything they could to prevent any harm from happening, especially not always during these periods of procreation for Damon.
I didn't know what would come of this. All I knew was that the next morning at 10 am I could try to escape and sound the alarm because by then Mimosa should be awake and the danger for that part of the day over. We strolled around and the sedative started to wear off by the time it was 10 p.m. This festivity would end at 11 p.m. and I would have to convince Damon that the drug would still be working most of the night.
We walked to the evening lawn and Damon calmly picked up the remote and pressed the button, my liver warmed up. He put his hand on my liver and rubbed "There, there, just let it all soak in, good girl. " He praised. A compliment I didn't need. The fog returned to my head. "Did you really think I didn't notice when you cleared up, Baby? I've done these substances myself and I know the times of effect." He pressed another button. A feeling of warmth came from deep in my stomach. He brushed my stomach. All day I had felt the hormone implant and the jelly kick in. I knew that my heat period had taken a leap forward. Damon could smell it.
In the last hour, he popped another dose of both implants and drank to me copious amounts of champagne and white wine. The alcohol seemed to enhance the effect. When the party was almost over he drank four large shots of tequila at a fast pace. My head was spinning and I felt like I couldn't stand
. When the guests had left and Damon saw Charles approaching, he slammed me against the wall and lifted my skirt up, and started fucking. Charles turned around and walked away. Damon pushed hard inside me and he was already starting to press my heat points at the same time.
I could feel the heat coming on. He came and started to fill me up. "Hormones, baby, hormones. Feel how I flooded inside you, it's all full of hormones." He made a hole in my diaphragm and filled me so full, my stomach bulged.
"Soon this will be full of life and your lovely belly will swell with the power of our child. You've already had a good dose of the substances needed for feline reproduction, you'll soon feel the effects." Damon led me to the car and only untangled himself when he pushed me into the back seat.
He helped me into the seat belt and continued to massage my stomach. "Feel those hormones. In just a minute we'll get you in heat and we'll practice making babies, making kittens all through the heat, and then..." With that said, Damon got in the front seat and started the car.
Tequila, the implants did their job and I fell asleep before the car had even started moving. I woke up when the door opened and Damon reached over to unbuckle my seatbelt. He looked at me appraisingly and lifted me into his arms. He carried me onto the plane. And made me sit on the couch. There were bags and briefcases ready on the plane. He closed the door and sat down to wait for the plane to take off.