I woke up in a chair somewhere, opened my eyes and after some time to think, decided we were on a plane, already in the air, I didn't know where we were going. My head was still a bit stumpy and I tried to figure it out. Damon was sitting almost opposite me, at the table in front of him he had drip bags of different colored liquids.
He also had my first aid kit and all my sedatives and tranquilizers were on the table. He took one bottle, a sedative, drew 10 ml into a syringe more than halfway, almost 5 times the dose, and inserted a needle into one of the drip bags and emptied it in there. I saw that the liquid in the drip bag was completely mixed up. Then he put in a small syringe of I don't know what 2 ml and watched as the contents of the bag started to solidify. It became a gelatinous gel.
Satisfied with the bag, he put it on the table where there were already several, almost 10 bags ready. He made four more sachets, two of anesthetic and two he took from black bottles of almost black liquid.
When all the jelly bags were ready, he looked up. "Oh Baby you're awake, do you like what you see?" he asked coldly. He carefully packed his supplies away, stood up, and came over to me. I was tied to a chair and hadn't yet managed to untie myself. "Don't bother, you can't get out,"
Damon exclaimed when he saw my desperate attempts to twist and turn my wrists. He pushed the side of the chair and the backrest tilted, flipping me onto my back. He lifted up the hem of my shirt and undid the button on my jeans. He took off my jeans. My lower body was bare except for the panties. He pulled my shirt almost up to my armpits. Then he brought the jelly bags closer.
He always attached the bag to the hook hanging from the ceiling. He drained the jelly all the way to the tip of the hose and attached it to my cannula, which was still in my stomach. And then he rubbed my stomach. He applied the jelly securely and effectively bag after bag everywhere.
He kept changing the bag and draining and rubbing, his grip was not friendly but he didn't bruise either, he was clearly feeling the effect. Surprisingly my head didn't get cloudy straight away, I thought the concentration of the drug was so low that it couldn't be absorbed fully straight away and I have quite a tolerance to drugs.
Also, the drugs in my first aid kit were not the most effective I've ever had. It made sense because I couldn't drug myself out of my mind at a gig for the sake of a single bullet removal. The meds were probably designed to help keep me calm but not too unconscious.
All the bags were drained and rubbed all over, all the way to my diaphragm, including my back. He rubbed for a while longer, then picked the bags off. He picked something out of one of the bags. He came back with some kind of neoprene sheet. He slid the neoprene sheet under me, it surrounded me from under my breasts to the top of my thighs.
He wrapped the sheet around me, it had stickers on it and he made sure the sheet or belt was everywhere, tight against me. He still wrapped the belts on top of the plate tightly around me at an angle so that the belt was really tight. I could breathe but could feel the belt already starting to warm up. Then he put my shirt down and pulled my skirt with the elastic waistband over it.
He went off again somewhere, only to return with another injection. "Alright Baby, showtime, this little stuff will activate everything I just poured into your insides, the heat will help with so many things then, you'll see. "
He'd taken the cannula out of my belly but I had no doubt that the 15 litres or so he was shoving in would do the job. He came up beside me and turned my arm and slipped the needle into the vein. The injection was quickly administered.
It started as a sensation of heat, then aching, which intensified, wavelike pains started deep in my lower back, spreading down my back and all the way to my diaphragm, I could feel the sedative starting to work. then came the searing pain, tearing, cramping, quick stabbing flashes that always made me gasp.
My head started to get more and more cloudy but the pain wouldn't stop. The belt was really painful. It weighed and distressed and squeezed. Damon had at one point lifted me back into a sitting position which only made the pain worse.
Damon sat opposite me a little way away and watched me like I was some science project, without any emotion. Or the kind of emotion I was looking for. Every once in a while, when the pain got really bad enough that a moan would erupt from my mouth, his expression would show raw pleasure.
After a few hours, he got up and put my chair back on the horizontal. He lowered my skirt and lifted my shirt. Then he began to undo the neoprene belt. He undid it and pulled it out from under me. My whole stomach was sore to the touch and the removal of the belt did little to lessen the pain.
Damon began to massage my stomach and the pain exploded to new heights. He knew what he was doing. He made the pain increase tenfold, he rubbed my back. The pain and the agony were there too. Sometimes he would press on a spot while rubbing with his other hand and when he let go, the pain would flood in.
Then he would always lift me up to sit for a while. now he also took off my shirt. The sitting position and the massage made the immense pain worse. Cramps went through my stomach, a burning tearing pain roared in the pit of my stomach and it felt like someone had stabbed knives into my back.
No position was good. A sedative and apparently some muscle relaxant ensured that I didn't change my position much. And the rubbing happened again.
"See Baby, as you've probably noticed, in my little cocktail I had some muscle relaxant, then there are various sedatives of some kind to keep you, well calm or incapacitated was perhaps a better word, then we have neurotoxins, well they're now the culprit for this pain, I'll also put in the familiar metals: iridium, vanadium, rhodium, and cobalt.
There are not a lot of them and they are absorbed slowly so slowly weakening you in the days to come, but they do make themselves felt as they are slowly absorbed first into every organ and then from there they start to take effect. Then there's platinum, herbs. Silver. ' Damon explained this after having cataloged the shopping list once again while I was bruising my stomach, my stomach already starting to bruise extensively. "These bruises are from snake venom. The cocktail still had refined snake venom in it, now I know it doesn't have a terrible effect, but this effect will do."
The sedative took me deeper and deeper until I felt nothing as the darkness swallowed me up.
I woke up somewhere else, no longer on a plane or tied down, the pain in my stomach had subsided to a dull throb and I found my muscles obeying, albeit weakly. I sat up and tried to see where I was. Familiar. Ah, an Italian castle. Damon entered the room, " Good you're awake." he said.
He came over to me and picked me up in his arms and carried me into one of the rooms. "Everything's ready." I was naked, my underpants were gone and my lower abdomen felt tight.
He laid me down on the bed and quickly and firmly put the spiked restraints on my arms and legs. Then he took a scalpel and made an incision in my lower abdomen just above my hips. He took an implant gun and after some time of fumbling, shot two implants, probably into my ovaries. "Your curse has been broken once again, Baby. Those implants will ripen those follicles and you will ovulate. We'll make a baby this time, now you had a successful heat, so now your fertility is at its peak, just a little more boosting. "
I was quiet and relieved. Charles and Colin had been right and their little intervention would ensure that there would be no child. I didn't flinch at the gesture. Then he let my stomach close up and made another incision, this time on my upper abdomen where my diaphragm was. He pushed a thick hose in there and opened the tap on the tank next to the bed.
I felt the sedative jelly begin to flood into me once again. With one hand he spread it over my ribs, my stomach, and back as much as he could. My stomach was slightly distended by the end of all the jelly. Then he jellied my legs, and my chest, and spread the jelly over my ribs, and under the skin of my limbs, he used 4 big tanks. I knew the jelly would absorb better in the heat but I was already starting to feel the effect where my body temperature was already activating it.
The jelly in my limbs would absorb more slowly and maintain the sedation, while the jelly in my abdominal cavity would absorb more efficiently. Then, he untied me and turned me over on my stomach. He took off his pants and pushed inside me all at once, all the way to the bottom.
He started thrusting. " You will have my sperm inside you all the time, all the time Baby, and when you ovulate then the welcoming army will be there to meet your eggs. You will be fertilized."
He fucked hard and came deep inside me three times. Then he stopped. He helped me to sit up and put a wrap-around dress on me.
We started walking. He rubbed my stomach, my sides warming the jelly, absorbing it until I couldn't do anything but lean against Damon and try to walk. The metal still hurt my stomach, the sedative made me feel disoriented and groggy, and completely helpless to fight off the massaging hands.
Time didn't matter. Every now and then he would take me to a room where he would fuck, always coming inside me three times, it was mechanical. He also drained my stomach of its jelly several times. he made sure I stayed just right sedated, disoriented but feeling and knowing what was being done to me.
The jellies started to hurt again. We walked around the hallways I couldn't get out of his grip anywhere his other hand kept rubbing my stomach. He kept pressing, rubbing, and feeling. And then fucked again. Eventually, my head began to clear a little and my stomach was on fire.
"What the fuck have you done!" Damon said "Your ovaries have been exactly the same for two weeks now. Tell me what, I know something is going on here!" There it was. Five years ago after the French castle, after I had recovered Charles and Colin and Adam came up with a solution to stop anyone from getting me pregnant. Ever. Colin had used a bit of leprechaun magic and medicine, and Charles had also asked the spirits for help. My reproductive organ was sort of fixed. They looked and felt normal, but my ovaries were kind of fake.
The maturing ova were, dead, magically fixed so that it would look like I was ovulating somewhere in between. That would never happen. Even if my uterus was removed nothing more living would grow in its place. I would get a heat womb normally but even then the ovaries would be non-functional.
They even cursed my ovaries for authenticity, so that if Damon ever tried to get me pregnant again it would be more authentic if my uterus and ovaries were cursed. Charles and Colin had guaranteed that no power in the world could make me fertile. They had carried out this plan when it was ready.
I said nothing to Damon. He got upset. He threw me on the bed and said " Fine, I'll cut those out, they don't work, let's see Baby, how will you put your mouth when you grow a new uterus and functioning ovaries? " He didn't. He took me to some chair and shoved drugs and interrogated me about what was done to me to finally get me out. His expression was one of rage, disappointment, and anger as he learned the bitter truth.