My head started to clear, but only a little. I felt the plane take off and I felt the plane lift off the ground and the flight began. Damon stood up. He grabbed me and lifted me up. Then he ripped the dress off my head. I was naked. At some point, he had taken my shoes off.
He pulled me by the hand to the back of the plane where there was a big bed and pushed me into the bed. "Don't think there's no distance capacity." He said dangerously, pointing to the Mimosa implant control. I decided to behave myself for a little while longer. He quickly undressed and got into bed. He started to press my heat points. Then he reached over to the other side of the bed and took another metallic briefcase from under the bed. He opened it and loaded the implant gun now with 4 implants.
He pressed the tranquilizer implants twice on both of them so that I was almost unconscious. He continued with the heat dots and cursing. Soon my stomach hurt. I tried to look. He had slit open my stomach and was looking for one ovary and shot an implant, the same on the other side. He opened my uterus and shot one into it. My uterus was still human. In the heat of the moment we get a wolf's womb, it has two horns. Now I had a regular pear-shaped human womb. Then he poured more hormone jelly into my belly. And let it close up.
He went to lie on top of me and immediately pushed himself deep inside me and started whipping something and tasting my blood. And continued with the heat spots. His body heat and his weight on top of me made the hormone jelly activate and be absorbed. I could feel my heat spots starting to react. He continued the whole flight.
He must have poured another liter of jelly into me three or four times, tasted my blood and lay on top of me the whole time, being inside me, spurting something through it too. After the last bag, he started fucking me while he was squeezing my hot spots. I was getting hot. I felt the cat heat too and tried to stop it with everything I had. I had fought it all the way, but the heat was inevitably getting closer. When the plane started to land, POP!, the heat came on.
Damon picked up the pace and he kept spurting harder and harder and got the heat on. He could smell it. As the wheels of the plane touched the ground Damon shot inside me and started to fill. I felt hot wave after hot wave fill both of my uteruses and likewise felt him triumphantly detect my cat's uterus and fill that too.
When he was finally ready, my stomach was like I was six months pregnant. I hadn't come at all the whole time and I knew that in the heat it was extremely important that the woman came. This heat would be doomed, I couldn't force myself to come especially if this threatened Mimosa and shoved implants in me, heat or no heat.
Damon stayed still lying on top of me and watched for a while, biting my neck, draining something. My scalp tingled. He got up and got dressed and threw me a dress. The dress was almost like a maternity dress and I took it and put it on. My pussy was wet and slimy from the heat, but my head wasn't in the heat.
I was also starting to feel quite severe withdrawal symptoms because I hadn't had Charles' pheromones. Damon came to me and released my hair. It was red and long and curly. "Well that's good," he said. Damon took my hand and said. "Come on Baby, remember Mimosa, even if Mimo is awake he doesn't know about her implants," Damon said in a neutral voice as if he was discussing the weather.
We got in the car and I sat in the front seat. I fastened my seat belt. Damon sniffed the air contentedly. He could smell my heat when I wasn't wearing any underwear just a simple dress. We were driving in France, apparently towards our castle. When we arrived at the castle, Damon closed the door with the key and put the key in his pocket.
Then he came to me and took me to the medbay. Here too, there were suitcases and some bags already hanging. He dragged me to the bed and tied me up. A couple of strokes from the implants and I couldn't put up any more resistance. He cannulated me and made four bags drip full. Then he came on top of me again and started fucking me. I didn't come, I didn't even really feel anything.
The sedative made sure of that. He came inside me again. He sniffed me and lay inside me until my stomach had dropped and all his bump had been absorbed.
Then he loaded the implant gun again and this time he pushed the thick tip through my stomach and fired several implants into it, 10 by my final count. "Now Baby you have 3 hormone implants, 1 anesthetic, 2 sedatives, and 4 symptom implants. Let's see if you can behave or if you need to be taught."
He dragged me from medbay to one of the bedrooms naked and threw me in bed. He came naked himself next to me. He was on his back and told me to get on top of him and pierce myself. He took the remote control. I did as I was told. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me fully into him. Then he wrapped his arms around me and pressed my head against his neck.
It smelled like a wet dog. "Now Baby, you're in it until you get addicted to my pheromones." I wasn't going anywhere. He was inside me as thick as he could and his grip was relentless, I tried not to sniff. " Fine, let's do this the hard way then," he growled. He let my upper torso rise up. Slammed the tranquilizer straight into my lungs, nice flank I thought. My head was really fuzzy. He brushed something on my lips and held them closed for a moment. I couldn't get them apart! He had glued my lips together.
Then he hit my diaphragm with an injection, it stimulated my breathing and all I could do was breathe through my nose drawing air and also pheromones into me. Damon pressed me against his neck again. I was helpless. Damon seemed to sense this as he started pushing his dick inside me again, ever again. It hurt.
Even in the heat, I was slimy and wet Damon was so big that it hurt. I could feel myself tearing every now and then. He picked up the pace. Occasionally the wet dog smell would fade and the passionfruit would briefly appear but it was always only for a minute or two. He'd go off. I don't know how long he held me inside him, he could obviously smell that I was now addicted to his pheromone, when he finally let go but didn't leave me he just rolled me over and kept going.
I finally managed to tear my mouth open and although my lips were bloody it didn't matter. Damon had come inside me several times and finally, he pulled out, loose, and went to get dressed. I wasn't going anywhere, I couldn't. But this pheromone was no more than a wet dog. There was no other scent, and I didn't understand at all. But now I needed it and it disgusted me beyond measure.
My lust was getting tangled up, I had no idea how many weeks I'd been here. Damon became more and more impatient the further my lust knotted He blamed me. He said " You and your fucking willpower, you're fucking stopping this. You're fucking full of my sperm and I still can't get a single fucking egg out of you. What the fuck is wrong with you that you don't want to reproduce with me!"
He kept pushing more and more hormones, implants, and jelly. He fucked but shorter and shorter and finally he was clearly finding it difficult to get aroused. Now she stopped talking about having children.
"You know Mimi, I tried to avoid this, but you don't give me a choice. First, you deliberately ruin your heat and then you're secretly happy about it. I can guarantee you, Baby, you'll be sorry you ruin your heat!"
He triggered a symptom implant, one at first. I had a headache, I felt sick, I wasn't eating well anyway and I'd already lost a little weight and now I felt sick again and didn't need to eat a bit of it. Then I started to get a fever. "Good luck Baby! You've got yourself a uterine infection, hurray for that! "Damon was furious.
He kept me medicated either by having one of the dozens of implants already in place to drain all the time or by taking me around the castle with him on my flank and occasionally draining my stomach full of sedatives. He got so mad at me for having an inflammation of the uterus that he threw me in a cage and came into the cage. "Pray, Mimi that someone has spotted Mimosa's implants !" He took the remote control in his hand and pressed the button every minute until the screen showed zero.
"How does it feel now, Baby, knowing you might have just killed your own wolf? Oh please tell me!" He kept me in a cage for probably a couple of days and didn't give me any pheromones the whole time. He had sensitized me so that I needed pheromones every six hours and now it had been over 48 hours. I was shaking, dizzy, nauseous, cold. I didn't know what was uterine inflammation and what was pheromone withdrawal symptoms. But I thought if I could just hold on a little bit longer, just a little bit longer, maybe I could get over the addiction.
Damon came over to the cage and opened it up. He put my head on his neck. I had no choice but to take the pheromones. He dragged me back to the medbay to shower first. After I was washed, he rinsed the remnants of my uterus out through my pussy. Then he gave me symptoms. Arthritis in my knee, and osteoarthritis in my hip. Ankylosing spondylitis. Tinnitus, and of course malaria. And schizophrenia.
He shot me with various degrees of sedative implants, which he activated immediately. Then he raped me with various dildos so violently that I tore apart. He took out one of the briefcases. "This will teach you how to behave so that the next time someone puts you on a heat cycle you'll understand heat!" Damon was furious. The smell of wet dogs was everywhere. My joints were already aching and the schizophrenia had me in a near panic, he had me tied to a chair.
I felt all the implants or at least most of them. I was helpless. They took away my ability to plan and react completely. He opened the briefcase and took out the biggest dildo I had ever seen. He tilted the chair back to a horizontal position and tied my legs to the stirrups.
He said " This will teach you some manners you bitch. First, the lube, hmm smells like herbal." Some kind of applicator or point penetrated my pussy. Damon pushed it all the way to the bottom. The stuff started pouring into me, it burned and stung. He tilted the table so that the head came down even lower, gravity draining the jelly into my cuntal cavity. I felt my pussy was filled to the brim. Damon always waited a few minutes and pushed more stuff in as it absorbed and burned. My pussy was on fire.
Finally, Damon was satisfied, all the "lube" had done its job. Satan's bitch cunt was bright red, full of tiny sores, and as Damon pushed two fingers in and spread the sores more appeared. Then Damon took the "teaching rod." This one was loaded, silver, with herbs. Platinum, iridium, vanadium, rhodium, and cobalt, plus a few bacteria and a virus. The wand was pure silver on the outside and had a strong motor that would keep the wand moving for two weeks, the wand "coming" every now and then. Stuffing the satanic bitch randomly with all sorts of goodies. He grabbed the teaching rod with his gloved hand and started plunging it into the satanic bitch.
As the rod began to sink into my already on-fire pussy my world exploded. The rod was silver because I could smell my own pussy burning. Whatever the broth had been that Damon had stuffed inside me had done a number on me because I could feel myself tearing up as he pressed the rod into me from the root.
I'd never been so full that my stomach was aching. Then he took my pussy lips and glued them shut. And then he scraped them with something so they bled before he sewed them together. I could feel my pussy lips being pulled together by the scar tissue, I could piss but the rod was tight inside me.
I thought if I stayed still it wouldn't hurt so much. I just have to be really still. Then Damon picked up another remote and said "Hmm .maximum setting 12, I think we'll start with No 4." he pressed the button and the rod inside me started to move.
The pain started in hot waves from my cunt, spreading down to my lower abdomen. It was indescribable.
Damon untied me from the chair and lifted me up. Again the position of the rod changed and the pain intensified. He took me under his arm and we started walking. Now he didn't flank me, the sedative implants took care of that. He walked me up the stairs. My legs didn't rise because of the symptoms, the rod hurt a lot more and I climbed the stairs, Damon knew it.
The schizophrenia brought its own paranoia and I didn't know what voice to listen to anymore. Should I jump over the railing to the ground or attack Damon? Malaria fever began to surge. And Damon was walking me down the stairs and through the corridors. Then we went into one of the bedrooms. Damon put the wand on level 6.
I thought, "How can I possibly hurt any more than that? Every now and then the wand would spray molten lava inside me, or at least that's what it felt like.
In the bedroom, Damon guided me to the bed on my stomach. The wand found another way to torture me. I could feel Damon undressing as he came up behind me and lifted my backside up.
He started to push into my ass and at the same time put the rod on level 7. I couldn't get away. He sank into my bowels inexorably and I felt like something was about to explode out of my stomach. He started fucking my ass. Then he pushed me fully onto my stomach and went to lie on top of me and pushed again and again.
His weight flattened me against the bed and the pressure inside me increased. I felt something inside me give way and the pain from the rod subsided for a moment. Damon placed the rod at level 9. The pain continued. Now I felt the rod moving in my gut and shooting its stuff there. Damon slipped his hand under me and felt around for a moment, grunting with obvious satisfaction. He kept pressing his palm against the rod so that the pain would be as intense as possible.
He came violently into my bowels, I could feel his cum spreading from my now broken bowels everywhere. He continued. And he kept going. Finally, the rod was at level 12, clearly visible through the abdominal walls. Damon had me on my back and was lifting my legs perpendicularly up as he fucked my ass.
I was full of what now felt like lickers, the rod was jerking and twisting and soon at my diaphragm. and then Damon stood up and lifted me upright and off we went again.
I no longer cared about the pain the rod was causing and Damon got angry. "Oh really, fine when I didn't want to take you to the shed but fine you did. "
He took me to the med bay, cut my stomach open, and emptied it. Then he cleaned it thoroughly and put in new organs. He packed a bump between the organs and let my stomach go. The symptoms had already subsided. He had kept the rod inside me for two weeks. I had been his prisoner for 12 weeks. He took me into one of the bedrooms and tied me to the bed. He put in a bump drip and filled my stomach with viscera. "Look, Baby, you gotta be in shape for the shed, if you're gonna go in there." He kept me in bed for a week so I had regained almost all my strength I weighed 62 kilos and had no implant in me.