Bran had got himself the perfect victim. As he looked after Mimi, who was mostly sitting around and the Salvatore would only ever go for a jelly, Bran began to calculate when was the last time Mimi had a rush. The perfect victim, slowly starting to develop a heat so no one notices makes a nice 4-6 week heat and takes care of itself. Perfect.

Bran and I were alone together. Bran was walking me on the second day. Then he stroked me and finally took me to his bedroom. He stroked and brushed, squeezed and I felt him spread my legs and start pushing into me. He started fucking me. A tranquilizer gel guaranteed that I couldn't resist. He fucked at specific points, always hitting the hot spot, teasing it, and at the same time opening my womb wide open. Then he shot straight into my womb, filling it again and again. This hurt.

My stomach was still quite full of jelly, not to mention the tube. The fucking caused pressure, and I couldn't get a word out of my mouth. He fucked every day. When Damon came to gel me, Bran had just washed me after his morning shower. Damon gelled mercilessly. Bran developed a couple more scenarios that gave Damon the right enthusiasm to keep me in this state for a long time. And just smelled like a wet dog for always being so pissed off at me.

Damon always left quickly. He didn't even try to ask how I was feeling. Bran fucked and put me in heat, that much I knew. and Bran knew how to mask the smell of my heat from Damon. My life was horrible. I was hurt. I didn't know or understand how to talk. I didn't have to go to the bathroom. Damon drained my bladder of my concentrate once a week and the jelly didn't turn to shit.

After two weeks, we went back to the jelling. The next two weeks, again, the heat making, this one was some prescribed heat making. Bran knew exactly how to hide from Damon what he was doing. And then when Damon came to pull my nasopharyngeal tube out after four weeks, I was preheat, and no, again Damon didn't smell it.

And I didn't know, even if he had, but he didn't care. The hose came out hurt but the jelly had saturated me with medicine, so I felt helpless and couldn't express that it hurt and badly. Eventually, the tube came out, bloody. Damon didn't care. Bran had made Damon a big list of gigs, to Europe, he'd take at least a couple of months on those. It was still just me and Bran. Adam had got a similar list of jobs and Samuel had gone to the clinic. When Damon went out the door, Bran took me into the bedroom and got the heat going.

That was a heat he enjoyed, I didn't. The heat lasted 6 weeks, my sedation was on full blast for another 5 weeks. I had been Bran's fuck toy for many months, the last week the drug started to wear off a little Bran was now fucking me 24/7 coming inside me almost all the time. Always in between pressing different points and fucking at any given point on the base of my pussy.

When the heat went off Bran was satisfied. A good heat it was. I was at the house for 4 more days when the heat stopped, mostly eating. I had lost 18 kilos during the whole thing. I weighed 33 kilos. I was so angry, so fucked up at the whole fucking pack, I didn't say anything to anyone.

I got myself some sniper gigs in New York. I went there. I'd been sniping for a while and I'd made myself some nice money again. When I went to New York, I decided to get out. I bought a hotel. A whole fucking hotel. Under my own name. Then in my fucking mind, I signed Damon up as part owner and instructed him that if Mr. Salvatore ever showed up, he could sign his name.

I knew Damon wouldn't like it if I bought something expensive myself. I moved into the penthouse. There were some lovely apartments. And I ended up in this corner apartment with big windows, wonderful carpeting, a gorgeous huge bed, and a great kitchen. And best of all, for once I was right in the center of the city with all the amenities at my fingertips. And so high up that you could barely hear the street noise.

Bran was pleased. His breeding frenzy had gone beyond expectations. It had been easy to get Mimi to heat up and even easier to get her into breeding mode when she was sedated. And then when he'd smelled it the day before Mimi left. Mimi was pregnant. Eight weeks and he would be a father again. He would show Salvatore that all it takes is a real male who knows what he's doing.

I'd been on the job for three weeks when it started. First, the cramps started in the bottom of my stomach and went all the way up to my diaphragm, then the vomiting. I was lying in bed with a bucket, vomiting and moaning, knowing what had been done to me. Oh, why do they never believe? What the fuck is wrong with those men.

And then it started. I had already booked a bed full of thick towels. The green mass that came with the cramps, there were blood clots, the size of my palm, I felt like I was stuffing that mass inside me by the kilo. I stuffed it all into a garbage bag whenever I could. The vomiting and the pain continued. The bleeding subsided but didn't quite stop, I was still lying on towels, then the fever started. A raging fever.

I was shaking like a leaf, vomiting, and being violently hurt. I wondered who I could call. I decided to try Higgins, if I could get him to bring my tooth medicine pack from the Nevada house, there were a couple of fever meds I could try. Higgins had actually helped me a hell of a lot during the last Europe gig and we'd spent some time in some countries together, doing stuff.

She was a lady of the place and was very hard at work doing the Flea stuff as well. But when the phone was so fucking far away. Eventually, I crawled over to get it and it took me a while to get the right number. "Higgins" a voice answered. I tried to be normal " This is Mimi Salvatore hey, listen, are you in New York?" Higgins replied, "Yes, I'm in New York myself for the week, why?"

I was trying to think of something like "I've got a little bug and Damon's who knows where, so could you go to our house in New Hampshire and get one of the boxes, there's some dental stuff from me and mimosa that might be useful." Higgins was silent for a moment and continued "I had a little done to me in the pack so I don't want to get them mixed up in this now, please?"

Higgins thought about it and said, " Fine, I'll have Magnum get that box and I'll come and make some chicken soup myself if that's alright." I thought, "That's fine," I said to Higgins. "By the way, I bought this hotel I'm in, penthouse on the corner, so I'll tell them to give you the key from downstairs." Higgins laughed " Fine, I'll have the magnum picked up and I'll be there in fifteen minutes." I got word downstairs about Higgins and he arrived 20 minutes later, I heard the door open.

Higgins had been alone when Mimi had called. Usually, Mimi doesn't get sick. Mimi's voice had been tired weak and fast, as if Mimi had a real fever. Higgins knew what Damon had once done to Mimi and when Mimi still said the pack did, Higgins was sure Mimi needed help. She told the Magnum which confirmed that Mimi wouldn't get sick unless something bad enough was done to her.

Magnum went to get the supplies Mimi asked for but somehow he felt they wouldn't be enough. Magnum called Colin and told him his suspicions. Colin began to swear talentedly and said he would come as soon as he collected the supplies. Higgins arrived at the hotel and got the key to the penthouse from the counter, Mimi had also reserved the key for Magnum. She took the elevator up and looked for the right apartment and went inside.

The first thing that hit her nose was the smell. Blood, vomit, then something so foul that Higgins felt like vomiting himself. The smell was coming from the garbage bags full of towels that were bloody, had a green mass in them and the smell was awful. Higgins quickly tied the bags and threw them in the garbage chute and turned on the air conditioner for a while. The smell began to dissipate.

Higgins walked through the apartment. Finally, she went into the bedroom. That smelled too. Mimi was curled up in bed, shivering all the time. Her face was, pale, almost white, her eyes feverish and sore. Mimi vomited weakly into the bucket, a little bloody mucus dripping from her mouth. Higgins went to help.

Higgins' expression was indescribable. I don't think I was very bright. And then my noble mucus blood vomit probably topped it all off, not to mention the smell. As if on cue, I felt my lower abdomen spasm, and something, anything, oozed out of my pussy again. I didn't want to think about what. Higgins came over to the chair next to me. "Mimi, listen, Magnum is bringing Colin to help. If he had someone to help, are you sure I shouldn't call Damon anyway? "

I replied " When it's all his fault. It's been months now, but remember the last time I called you and asked for Magnum, well I had those fucking demons in my sights that threw me on that fight club ship and men into that other dimension. Nobody, I mean nobody was on the loose and these demons were just leaving, when I thought about killing some, they were going into hiding because the fleas were after them. Everything went fine, except they had a fear demon, and a strong one and that's my weakness. They get on me so fucking well for some reason. Well, Salvatore happened to be there and saved the day and screamed so fucking much about the whole thing and called Bran and rightly emphasized how bad it was going to get. Nobody remembered that I fucking fought demons for 8 weeks on that ship. And drugged and medicated and I survived. No sooner did I get back to the house and I was in a cage to negotiate. Well, then they get me to medbay and tie me up and start stuffing me full of tranquilizer jelly."

As I continued my story, Higgins' face just got better and better. It went from one of those what the fuck looks, can't be fucking true to Oh my god. "At the same time they put a one-and-a-half-centimeter diameter tube through my nose and into my stomach and from there into my intestines and they start to put jelly in there too, it's supposed to be nutrients but it's a sedative. The whole tube is full of holes so the jelly goes into my intestines and my stomach and everywhere. And then you fill-up the stomach cavity and rub and massage and pad and put muscle relaxants in the stomach muscles to make them more compliant. This medicine was strong. I was like a zombie, with no ability to do anything, couldn't sleep, and felt the jelly, the substance all the time. Every other day Salvatore came to fill me up. And frankly, Damon didn't even care what shape I was in. He had a Lizzie on the loose.

I couldn't talk, I couldn't understand how to do it. I was sick all the time and I was aching but no, I couldn't even tell any kind. And what does Bran do? I was at Bran's mercy which fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and covered the smell from Damon for 4 fucking weeks, fucking fucking fucking, then when Damon came to pull the hose out it hurt but again I couldn't even make a sound the hose was bloody by the way. When Damon ripped it through my gut.

For the next six weeks, Bran put Damon on the road for the gigs and Adam too. Bran gave me a six-week rush. That drug stayed on full blast for another five weeks, so I was helpless while Bran did what he did. In the last week, it was just starting to come off. I weighed 33 kilos after the whole thing. 33 fucking kilos. I spent four days at the house eating and then I came here. That was three weeks ago. So yeah, let's not call Damon. He's going gelling on me again." Higgins was silent, and so was Magnum who had come in somewhere in between and this third one, I just looked to see that Colin had come in before I passed out.

Colin scrambled to catch up with Mimi, while Magnum just stood there with his hands in his fists and his knuckles white. Higgins said " Hey, let's get this place a bit right please, let Colin look Mimi over. " Magnum swallowed and then said quietly " Oh how I'd love to tell Salvatore the whole story."

Higgins sighed " Maybe a little later, okay? Let's start by picking up all this rubbish and cleaning and airing this place out." Higgins finally got Magnum moving. Colin had by then dug Mimi out of the stash of blankets and had replaced the bed with clean sheets on which he laid Mimi.

He listened to the heart, the lungs, felt. He held her naked to lower her body temperature at least a little. Then he looked at Higgins and Magnum. "Her body is not ready for pregnancy, hence this violent reaction. This shouldn't happen again. She should come up with a permanent contraceptive. Now her blood is teeming with toxins as well as several different opportunistic pathogens that have invaded as this reaction has driven her immune defenses wild. She has a dangerously high fever, is almost morbidly underweight, dehydrated. Do I need to continue? Then what can I do? I can try to hydrate, bring down the fever, and maybe help with the infection, but I still don't know her physiology well enough to probably do anything about this rejection reaction. On the bright side, she's already removed almost all the tissue. I've flushed out as much as I could."

Higgins thought for a moment "Do you think we should call Damon? After all, it's been months since Damon left for the gigs. If he had any reason to know what Mimi went through." Colin was quiet for a moment and said " No, because then Damon is a wolf with a sick female. Damon might be able to help but I have a feeling this might trigger a nesting frenzy. Well when the female is weak or sick we males sometimes get the need to build a den, I mean just pile up bedding and pillows into a big den and hide the female in there, keep her anesthetized or sedated, feed and water her and keep watch. Mimi doesn't benefit from that now. and what Samuel has said, Damon has a damn strong nesting instinct. He's already nested Mimi a couple of times. I've put him on fluids now and tried some of those teething stuff she has but with pretty modest success. Now we just have to wait and see. If Mimi's condition goes down then maybe then but for now I say no" Colin was still three days while Mimi slept. Once Colin got the pain and fever under control, Mimi slept through her exhaustion. She could eat a little and certainly didn't want the pack to know anything about it.

Fortunately, as the fever and pain began to subside and the infection didn't get too bad, I told Colin about the pills that Samuel had developed and how Bran confiscated them and gave Samuel a Marrok order not to make any more. I hadn't understood why then, but now, men lose their brains every now and then when there's a woman in the pack.

A woman has a womb and a woman can get pregnant. It would be nice to do that. Now, I learned in the next few years that Bran actually goes in packs and tries to get women pregnant. And it never really works. Well, that's his obsession and his problem. Colin promised to get back to me and said his leprechaun stuff might even help. Any help would do because I didn't want to go through that again.