"Now you're ready, oh baby, because I have a little surprise for you," he said. Then he came to me and put some kind of spiked collar around my neck. He pushed a button. Electricity shot across my body so that every muscle in my body stiffened and my back arched. I collapsed, unable to do anything.

Damon untied me from the bed and placed the narrow bracelets on each wrist so that they were tightly attached to the skin. Then he pressed a button. The spike pushed into each side of my wrist very deeply. My fingers spasmed in pain. He twisted my arm behind my back and the bracelets snapped together. There was a very strong magnet in them.

Damon lifted me up and started to push me in front of him. We went downstairs, into the kitchen, and from there into the basement. At the end of the basement was a barely noticeable door. Damon took a box from his pocket and pressed a button, the door slid aside, there was a hallway and we passed through the door and Damon pressed the button again, the door slid shut.

The hallway was long and dreary, but it had a concrete floor and spotlights on the wall every few feet. We reached the end of the corridor, up the stairs and there was a door. Damon held me as he opened the door to his left. There was a shed.

A fully equipped large shed, there were at least 15 pieces of equipment hanging on the walls from rib crushers to all kinds of torture equipment to this, the space had been some sort of huge basement and I saw at the back of the space there seemed to be some sort of corridor. "'Surprise, but don't worry, this information won't stick in your head that there's actually a shed this close to the house. And this isn't the only one." Damon walked me over to one of the devices that was upright.

He held me when I tried to kick, a few seconds of electricity took the power out of that too. He opened the lid of the device and unhooked my wrists and attached them to the racks on the device. He fastened a metal belt around my waist as he pressed my back against the device. Then he tied my legs. I stood with my hands tied at my sides and I didn't know what this device was doing because there was nothing like this before.

Damon stood up and shook his hands. "Let's start slow Baby, so you can last as long as possible. He walked over to one of the cabinets and took a vial of medicine from it, drew the contents into a syringe, and repeated the same thing six more times. He had seven identical syringes. "Now this is a muscle relaxant, strong and surprisingly long-lasting.

This helps this device to get maximum effect." He began systematically injecting one by one muscle relaxants into my stomach muscles. After six injections he felt, "Hmm nice and soft, just the way it should be." The last syringe had a slightly higher dose and that's what he injected into my heart

. I could feel my muscles everywhere starting to lose control and I was clearly draining against the bandages. "Excellent, that's it. " Then Damon closed the lid. "Look Baby what this thing does, it hits you. You remember it from the pharmaceutical company over there, that's what inspired me to make this device. I don't want you trying to lessen the force of any of the blows, hence the muscle relaxant, so this device will have all the time in the world to work on all those lovely soft internal organs of yours."

He turned the device on. Coincidentally, the piston struck me, front and back. "The machine is programmed to process your internal organs now, the bone-crushing will happen later." Damon continued as if he were just making small talk. The strokes intensified between them, intensified.

The muscle relaxer rendered my muscles useless I had no idea where each blow would hit. The pain started to spread in my stomach and where it hurt, the device always concentrated there. "The machine scans you all the time and when it sees damage, it wants to make it worse as much as I've programmed it to." My liver was probably shit, my spleen at least, my intestines were currently being destroyed, and my lungs and heart were protected by ribs, but the machine was looking hard for my kidneys too. In the end, my whole stomach was in agony.

The machine stopped. When Damon opened the lid I saw that my entire stomach below the diaphragm was black and the bruising continued down to my ribs. Damon tested "Is it tender?" I groaned. He untied me and dragged me to another vertical device. This was some sort of frame he tied me to in front of me, there was a wall or panel and likewise, behind me, Damon also lifted up the panels on the sides and brought them close to me, about a meter in every direction. The panels came up to the height of my neck and my arms were tied above my head so that I was almost hanging by my arms.

"Spanker," Damon said thoughtfully. "Destined to handle your largest organ, your skin. " He tightened a little more so that I was stretched to the limit and then slid my hands apart so that every square inch of my skin was being treated. He paralyzed my vocal cords. "The metals might still have an effect, just so you know," He said, stepping back and turning on the device.

A whip or a lash came crashing hard from each panel, striking me on all sides. All the time. Some were thin, some had blades that stuck to my skin before the machine ripped them off again. From toe to neck the machine whipped me mercilessly. Soon I could feel the blood spurting from each blow.

My stomach opened up like a balloon and blood and clots gushed out as the machine had literally beaten open my stomach lining. The position was brutal and I could not bear my weight and it felt as if my shoulders were coming out of their sockets. Eventually, the machine closed.

Damon came over to remove the panels and released my arm and lifted me straight onto the next device. He again tied my legs and arms first to my wrists and ankles then to my elbows, shins, thighs, and shoulders. He put the lid on the machine.

"Now we'll treat your joints," he said briefly and pressed the button, an incredible force began to stretch my arms and legs my wrists as well as my body vertically my joints stretched and stretched, slowly painfully relentlessly.

First I felt the ligament in my wrist tear, then my elbow, ankle, knee, and shoulder popped off as did my other hip. "This one will keep an eye out to make sure the spinal cord doesn't break. This is a clever device." Individual vertebrae popped out of place and the pain spread. Once all the joints were out of place, the machine began to move my limbs.

By now the pain was making my vision blackened. Finally, I passed out from the pain. I woke up in bed, this was some kind of army bed. My joints were in place, but for how long. My skin was broken and my stomach was still sore.

"Oh you're awake," Damon said, then he pressed the implant gun into my stomach and fired. "Malaria." against my chest "Lung cancer" my hips " Endometriosis" He still hit my brain with the syringe. "Epilepsy, but now you'd better watch out for those seizures with your joints so loose. "

The following weeks were torture, every other day he used on me various devices, stabbers, and bone crushers, He triggered epileptic seizures when I was in devices, or in the stabber. He pulled my joints out of place several times, once, put me in a whipping machine, he put me in a machine that burned or froze. He also experimented with radioactivity but not quite as enthusiastically as Sark.

I always got a day off to recover what the symptoms would allow. Then the symptoms started to subside. then Damon tied me to a table and poured substances back into my abdominal cavity for several days, he kept me medicated all this time. I woke up in bed again.

Damon came over to me took my hand and with a lancet stabbed a drop of blood from my fingertip which he put into the machine. He was pleased. He now dragged me to a chair and tied me up. My legs he lifted up on the stands and tilted the table so that he could examine my cunt directly. He ultrasound it and stuck some gel in there. Then he waited without a word. I was still pretty medicated and couldn't get a word out.

After about two hours he came back to look at my cunt again and was satisfied, he took three big metal syringes from the table next to me and first, he inserted some kind of cannula into the depths of my cunt. He pushed it inside me and I felt a giggle as he pushed a little harder.

He checked again with the ultrasound, now it was in place. Then he inserted one syringe at a time into the cannulae and drained them, apparently in my uterus. I had at some point then grown another one of those again. Three syringes later he pulled the cannula out and stuck some needle in my pussy and injected something. Something inside me pulled closed.

Damon removed my legs and lifted the table to a sitting position, looked at me for a moment, and said "Congratulations Baby, you've just been artificially inseminated. Now let's see if anything happens. At least you ovulated and ovulated well. On the other hand, I don't mind if this pregnancy happens to be unfinished. You've also been inseminated in your cat's uterus and I got some cells out of there too, in case we do kittens first."

I was shocked. My fitness had already taken a hit from these treatments and I knew that this wasn't going to stop, pregnant or not the session would continue. And it did. Damon was willing to let me be sedated for two days in bed pregnant while he continued.

Skin, internal organs, except the uterus, joints, bones, symptoms. And then the torture continued. I had never come across such a device before but after he had messed my head up with drugs, I was hurting and he kept saying his creepy stuff all the time and then tied my face to this mask covering my whole head which started blowing my lungs full and it wasn't air. "I don't know Baby, what's in those tanks, you tell me when you get a whiff, right." Dust, metal particles, some chemical fumes, I was thrashing and struggling and panicking and trying to get out of the mask.

Damon was enjoying my panic. He had another device to tie my head to when in some kind of facial sauna. At the same time, he was dripping some poison and tuning up the rib crusher as well as the stabber. I didn't know where I was anymore, just raw panic hit me. He hadn't given me pheromones again for a while, so the withdrawal symptoms were even more.

I was now 6 weeks pregnant, my stomach was already slightly enlarged. According to Damon, the fetuses, there were several of them, were growing at an amazing rate, they were also draining my strength. The cat's uterus had remained empty even though I had ovulated. Two days after this announcement, the green discharge started, with fever, pain, and cramping.

Damon was not disappointed. He just said, " You can't even raise our child inside you." And the session continued, more intense, he used the CPAP mask without mercy and my panic didn't ease at all. My strength was already very low.

I lay on the bed, shivers running through my body every now and then. I couldn't get up anymore. Damon had pushed the symptoms into me again and covered a long hallway with food, he said " Come and eat."

And I never could, even though I tried, crawled, crept, staggered. By the time I was any closer Damon had already eaten and was cleaning up the dishes and dragging me by the hair back to bed. He held the stabber on me almost the whole time.

At one point, Damon then came up next to me and crouched down. "It won't be long Baby, just a few more straps left," He said gently, as if he were talking to a child. He said "Well you took it well, you gave me six months, well not the whole run in the shed, but my treatment. You're as finished as you can be, I can't enjoy your company much longer baby, when you can't, you're losing the rest of your straps." I was disgusted.

I decided that if I ever recovered from this, I'd take a long break from Salvatore. Husband or not. He came by to stroke my hair and give me a pep talk. The stabber continued his merciless pounding. No matter how exhausted I was, the agony didn't end. The hair stroking and the stroking of my cheeks continued as well.