They told me that Charles believed when this director, Charles' beloved, had told him that I had a demoniasis. Caused by fear demons. They would have a treatment, but it would be tough. Yes of course Charles would see me but it would be better if he didn't talk to me. They'd have to use a lot of drugs and therapy, but I'd be fine. Eventually.
They warned Charles that therapy would make me worse and they have an excellent recovery facility where I could then be transferred to when the infection cleared up. Charles believed. So he believed everything, he didn't call Samuel, he didn't call Colin, he didn't even call Damon.
Now that six-month shed session was starting to seem pretty easy compared to this. This helplessness and when those drugs dropped, reminded me of the early days, how I was created. All the memories were surfacing and now there was no one to help.
And that wasn't the worst of it. The worst of it was being drugged almost unconscious, chronically poisoned with metals, and having to watch Charles and this leader have sex. Over and over again. Charles wasn't even remorseful. Not one bit. I listened to them talk. I heard the woman say "Good thing you called weeks ago, the symptoms of demonitis are so insidious and I'm glad you love your wife that you noticed the symptoms, but don't worry. It was really good of you to get her here for treatment, even though she probably feels like she's being forced into it now, but she'll understand when she recovers. "
So Charles, my savior, had delivered me to this woman. So he doesn't think I'm strong. Somewhere it registered with me that Charles sees me as a victim, a broken victim, a victim of Damon's treatments. A victim of circumstance. Weak. Always has and probably always will. It opened my eyes. It gave me another dose of strength, of determination to remember that I am the one who will help me. I bided my time, I knew when the moment was.
I was able to take my anger out slowly and it helped somewhat though, the medicine remained stubbornly weakening me. Eventually, I escaped. I ran naked into the woods after killing as many as I could. My rage came out but slowly, dripping almost in the same way as the drugs. I don't know how long I ran in the woods, naked as hell.
I came into the gypsy camp and they didn't ask questions or gave me food, or clothes. I always got myself together enough to call four fleas, Burrows, Resnick, Smith, and Boulder. Four of my most trusted people.
They died shortly after they rescued me. One blow-up went as wrong as could be and they killed each other rather than be captured by Sark. They had found the facility I was looking for and decided to destroy it, but something went wrong, and chose a quick painless end rather than months of torture and testing. I've had to make that choice myself with some fleas.
They would shut up. They came and took me to one of the fleas' bases, where they gave first aid where they could. Now I was safe. I let my rage subside a bit, ate, and slept. slept off the fucking drugs. After a couple of weeks, I went back to the house. We were in Minnesota.
The whole pack was there, but I went to live in the wing and didn't invite Adam or Charles. Charles was surprised, but I told him the infection was all taken care of. I didn't tell him anything. I didn't tell Adam. I always secretly took chelation therapy on metals so Charles had no idea. I carefully concealed my condition from Damon because I knew that if he happened to be in doctor mode, he would notice very easily.
The facility manager, Charles' mistress, had no choice but to assure Charles that I was fine, unless she wanted Charles to get a clue as to what she had done. Two months after my escape, I had arranged for my friend Murdock to visit this woman.
And then Charles went to this woman's funeral and was really sad and grieving. I decided at that point that this experience would only stay with me. I don't share. I didn't actually know why but I buried all the memories deep in my head and tried to move on with my life.
My life was a mess. First Damon and now Charles. Is Adam next? First Damon is lovely and perfect well I forgive him when he fucks others and then the shed sessions started just when I thought I had got rid of the drug facilities a bit.
Now that Charles stunt. Oh how I felt like telling or getting someone to tell me so many times that I didn't have a demonic infection, but I restrained myself and focused on moving on.
I had now been away from Damon for five years or so. I hoped the reunion wouldn't immediately lead to a shed session. But no. I was like air to him. He talked to Charles and Adam. Even flirted with Mirella. Fucking Mimosa. But he wouldn't say a word to me, just looked at me for a moment and then turned his head away.
If he'd got rid of me, that is. I don't know. I was recovering from that Charles trick and I was lucky to have a wing so Damon didn't get any clue about my condition. I decided to recover and take a vacation now. I didn't concentrate on work at all.
Charles and Adam went on a killing spree, Magnum took care of the fleas and I packed my bags. Why? Because Damon was giving me the look. That usually means a shortfall so I thought I'd go elsewhere to get away from being available.
I bought an island off the coast of Australia where I thought I'd retire. I also wanted to get away from Bran so he wouldn't start counting the last time I had a rush. I wondered if Charles or Adam had told him about my heat which had stopped in two weeks, it usually means that a new one could come on at any time.
The man has been addicted to the heat for a long time. Mimosa had a rush, so Bran Samuel and Damon would take care of it and since the mimo was almost completely unattached to me, we could be just fine wherever we were.
I carried the bags into the car and Damon came out "Where are you off to, darling?" Oh, this guy again. I said, "I bought an island, I'm going there." Damon looked at me for a minute and said "Where is this island, baby?" I said, perfunctorily, "Australia." I got in my car, started it up and backed out of the driveway, and started driving to the airport.
On the plane I ordered everything, I knew that the goods would come less frequently, but that didn't matter. One of my main goals was to map the plants on the island, especially the orchids. They were my passion, I had them in my greenhouses and they were just lovely anyway.
I had bought a couple of new SLR cameras and all the equipment and they were actually already with me. Now I would take a holiday from everything. Some time to myself. Exploring Orchids and getting my head back together a bit more. All by myself.
The flight was long, but that didn't matter I ate and slept, put the cameras together, and planned everything. I finally landed on the mainland and took my own motorboat to drive to the island. I got there and it was paradise.
The days just flew by. I woke up whenever, wherever I had decided to sleep, there were no snakes or any invasive animals. Constantine's little clean-up time had seen to that. I photographed orchids and other plants, ate, and lounged. Just what I needed. I'd been on the island for two weeks when I heard a boat approaching but it must have passed because the sound faded.
I was on my way to the house to get some food when Bran came out of the house. "Hello there little girl. The nice little island you have here. We are going to have such a good time. " Bran started pushing his Marrok Force and making me change shape.
Yes, even without the mimosa, I could be a wolf. Big and grey, quite plain in color, but a werewolf. I felt a cramp start in my legs and arms and I collapsed on the beach.
Bran walked over to me and said " I heard about your uterine infection and my girl, you need a rutting session and now we're going to do it first, but as wolves. I will fill you full of heat. All the time I've got the restraints with me, don't you worry about that little girl. I'm just making sure your transition goes far enough. See, you're not gonna beat me at this. And since I put this on, it'll just take a minute.
That way you'll be suitably exhausted when I get you right. So I'm going to step on you in wolf form, and I'm going to keep up the heat until the heat is unstoppable, then you'll change form and so will I. We'll have private heat time on the island. And what happens after that? You never know, little girl, when your body will be able to carry the pups. Never.
That's why you always have to try. I'll show you now that I can give you perfectly normal heat without any complications. Just fucking. You'll see. You'll get your cunt full of cock and your womb full of sperm, just what you need. After this, girl, you'll understand who's supposed to take care of your heat. " Bran watched for a moment and then went to the beach.
He'd had a big boat and was hauling bags and boxes from it to the beach. He went to one spot on the beach and began to assemble some sort of frame. I couldn't watch as I tried to concentrate on changing shape and being as relaxed as possible so that this would go by as quickly as it could.
He was putting together a frame where there was obviously a spot where my head would go through, kind of like a cattle pen. He secured the frame firmly to the ground and tested it again carefully. I was almost done and lay on the ground, powerless, as the last muscle twitches went through my body.
Bran came and grabbed me by the neck and tail and lifted me into the air and carried me to the frame. I was quickly tied to the frame so that I couldn't pull my head free and it also held me by the front of my chest. Bran went and tied my tail to the side and stuck three fingers into my cunt, it hurt. A wolf's pussy isn't that terribly big if you're not in heat.
Then Bran opened a box and took something out of it. He came in front of me to show me "Look at this little girl, this here on the head is a hormone implant which will soften and open your uterus completely it will also make you wetter, but it may take some time. See this string.
I shoot this implant into your cervix, where it first gets stuck, when it starts to work then your cervix opens and softens and the implant drops into your uterus, which causes this thread to slip inside you, I can see directly when your uterus starts to open.
As you can see, this is quite a big one, so just think how open a womb I'll have then. When the wire goes inside you, I'll just fish it out because the implant will melt in your uterus. And then I'll change the shape. You're in that frame, this is called the stepping frame, and I'm going to be fucking you. And maybe, I'm not sure yet, if we can get a special guest in your heat.
Bran went to my rear and I felt him push the implant fitter deeply inside me. I howled as he shot the implant into my cervix. It hurt. Then Bran just finished undressing and went to sit on the beach and watched for the string to drop inside me. I felt the pressure on my cervix ease, how it began to open, and finally the sensation disappeared completely.
Bran stood up and said, "Showtime little girl, first I'm going to moisten you a little more, you'll wet naturally." Bran took a tube of something and pushed it all the way to the bottom, I felt some of the stuff go into my womb. It was some kind of gel and he was still rubbing it on the outside of my cunt.
Then he went to change the shape. In 10 minutes he was done. I felt him jump on my back and push into me. Fucking me with passion. Then he finally penetrated as deep as my head and started to swell, at the same time starting to flood my womb.
Bran's knotting almost always hurt. And I couldn't understand why Damon's or even Charles' didn't hurt. He was fucking me while he was in the knotted every time he subsided a little he would start jerking frantically to get himself back in the knotted position. I was full. And I could feel the effects of the heat. Every once in a while Bran would break away and go for a drink or even a swim, but the more he got the stimulants in me, the less he went anywhere.
Now I wasn't particularly wet at first but after 12 days, the heat was almost on and I could feel it. Bran fucked on the heat in wolf form and then broke away. He changed shape and fucked me in human form. Then he unhooked me and made me change form.
Finally, I lay on the ground on my stomach and Bran came and lifted my butt up in the air and pushed right inside me, he was huge, or I was so swollen. He fucked hard and passionately and I was still so exhausted I couldn't come. Finally, he teased my clit enough, so I came and felt the flood inside me again.
Bran fucked me for probably another two hours, during which I didn't come at all, but he came a lot. My heat was progressing though, although now I was mostly Bran's own personal sex toy.
He kept the pack ties tightly controlled so I couldn't contact anyone, likewise, my phone was hidden and I had already had 12 tranquilizer darts for not giving right away. He then fucked me while I was half-conscious. My heat was barely progressing.
After 5 weeks of being in heat and Bran was not happy with my attitude at all. He went out to call a special guest. Or guests, that threat came more than once, that there were always fuck-hungry alphas waiting. Two days later I heard a boat approaching the shore.
Bran had once again sedated me after I had tried to manage my own heat. I was supposedly robbing him. Bran had once again filled me up and told me two weeks ago that I was pregnant. My heat just wasn't getting enough from his sperm. Then Bran told me that I also had a fertile human womb and I ovulated just in time for our guest.