34. Cruel Summer.

Damien knew his stuff: torture, stress. There were a lot of things that affected it. One was this, that Mimosa and Mimi could see what was being done to each other. Another was psychological torture, talking.

And also mental and physical, but then there was what he knew was the best influence on women, rape, fucking without permission. That feeling of having a dick in your pussy that you don't want in there, and there's nothing you can do about it.

That was not what he normally did, but he had seen its influence on so many women and it could be a very powerful tool to break up Mimi and Damon. If he will keep Mimi confused enough while raping this, making her think that is a fucking machine on her. 

This would work for Mimi so perfectly. So beautifully. Mimi had been very, very inhibited at first, and sex had taken a while before Mimi had gotten into it, but Mimi had been raped quite a few times, and he knew it had an effect. That moment when you feel that cock inside you, and you can't help it.

Most important in that act would be the pain, no pleasure, but mere pain and feeling being used. He was not sure if he wanted to Mimi get pregnant as this was again starting to be too much fun for him in the first place. To see Mimi getting weaker, to get her defiant attitude of hers slowly grumbling away, and see that pain and agony, her helplessness in her gaze, to see how weak she was. 

That's what Mimi would experience, but first Mimosa's turn. Mimi would get a taste of it. Mimi was a real wildcat in bed these days, but the rape and the breeding talk would be just the right stress points to take Mimi's psyche to the limit.

This would be so glorious, but then again, if he can get Mimi pregnant once, then he could take the page out of the original's little schemes and use Mimi in a whole new way. As a breeding machine, that would be so perfect. No more going on missions, or work, or having a life with Charles and Adam, but her life would be being pregnant with him, all the time. 

Damon dried me off in a towel. I passed out several times again. My skin peeled off, I could feel it peeling off, and he used several towels when they got wet with my blood. When he stopped and carried me to some kind of rack. This one loved these goddamn racks, too. This was a bit like the one Bran had tied me to a few times and raped me with alphas.

I was too much in pain to be able to do anything and he had given me some injections as he had dried me. He tied me on all fours and then took the helmet off my head. My eyes hurt as I tried to get them to work. I could smell Mimosa's pain and distress and hear her whimpering too.

When I got my eyes working, I could see that I was now in a position where I could see Mimosa. She was huge. Mimosa's belly was hanging out, and her ribs were bulging grotesquely. Damon had mercilessly put bag after bag inside Mimosa. Mimo gasped.

After he had secured me in the rack, he went to Mimosa; she had been cannulated, and he put a small bag in the rack and connected that to her cannula. He opened it fully, and soon, Mimosa was almost howling from pain.

He walked to me and looked at me like a piece of meat as he explained. "Baby, Mimo is in labor. There's oxytocin in that drip. That's what makes the uterus contract. But Mimo can't get anything out. Those contractions just get more and more intense so that all that jelly gets absorbed, and the less jelly, the harder the contractions. But I'll tell you what you get. You're getting a dick. Well, fake dick, for starters, but I call this a fuck machine. So you get a fake dick inside you that's like a wolf." 

He brought some kind of machine near. I could hear wheels squeaking. He explained on, like some sort of scientist.

"It knots. And I know you have a problem with knotting. This will stretch you very well. This fucks its way deep into your uterus, gets knotted, and starts hormonalizing your uterus so that when I come at you in wolf form, you have no problem taking my knots." He moved something again around me. 

He explained, his voice getting more and more enjoyable as he thought ahead of what he was about to put me through.

"But more on that later. I'll give you a cocktail of drugs first, psychiatric neuroleptics, sedatives, then at some point, you'll get that helmet back, and it will help you to be in the mood, so to speak. So the experience becomes more authentic. You feel when you're being mounted, and you actually eventually believe it's the real thing, and then when I'm fucking you and releasing liters of sperm inside you, it's a very easy experience compared to that. But you're going to have something in store for you in between, so you don't think you're going to have a cock rowing in your pussy all the time."

Damien took out another syringe, quickly inserted it into my cannula, and pressed the plunger.

"That will take effect in just a few minutes, so I can get you all set up. You will get my little stuff at the same time too, not to worry about them."

He started adjusting the height and tied my legs even tighter at several points. My head started to feel weird. Reality started to blur. I was in some kind of limbo, almost. He put something dripping in the cannula too. My vision was blurry, and I was not sure where I was even.

I felt him spread my legs, and something hot, and wet touched my pussy lips. He adjusted something so that the tip was just inside my cunt lips. Some kind of weight came on my back. It was heavy and hairy, and something that scratched, and touched my ribs.

"Enjoy that, Baby. You can watch what I do to Mimosa first." His voice was a quiet hiss, like he enjoyed this unconditionally. 

I felt him turn the device on, and the hot rod penetrated inside and withdrew and again pushed around, squirting something. Every time it hit the base of my pussy, I was hurting. Drugs kept my mind pretty damn confused and helpless. I could feel alright, but not understand anything. The pace quickened, and more power came into the device. The fake paws or whatever scratched my ribs I had not much skin grown over them, so it was extremely painful, and the weight on my back didn't decrease. My voice was still paralyzed. I could only make some sort of painful whimpers. 

Damien went behind Mimosa and stroked her heavily contracting ribs. The air machine was still loosening the wolf's skin, and her voice was almost hoarse. Damien positioned himself behind the wolf and taped his tail aside and began to fuck Mimo.

He did not get any physical pleasure out of this; he did this only because it had an emotional and psychological impact on Mimi too. Though his little cocktail kept Mimi quite in a confused state. But this hurt Mimosa and that was something he could enjoy. 

Mimo whimpered even louder and her painful cries were music to Damien's ears

He remarked, knowing that Mimi would hear his voice, "Apparently, baby, it doesn't feel good to fuck during labor. Well, it doesn't matter. Mimo is enjoying herself; I don't know if I'll start quietly impregnating Mimo soon. "

I tried to withstand this torture. My eyelids were still sewn, so I could not close my eyes properly, and I just had to watch as Damien fucked with long, hard thrusts. His dick was huge, almost swollen, and I suspected he must have used some kind of drug to get his dick in that condition. He grunted and growled, but he did not enjoy that fucking; he wanted to hurt Mimosa, but he was not getting any orgasms.

The machine pushed the artificial dick inside me with relentless force, and then it sank deeper and deeper inside me, and I felt the device mercilessly bruise my cervix and sink right into my uterus, and then it always stopped as it penetrated with incredible force into my uterus and began to swell.

My skin had not healed, full, this goddamn device on top of me scratched and bruised me, my breasts were starting to feel full again, I was in agony in many places in my body and I had to try to fight against this drug cocktail and the same time, look at Damien who raped Mimosa and brutally too. 

I felt my pussy start to stretch and stretch, and the burning became unbearable when it stopped. My pussy was on fire, and I felt the machine spraying something hot into my womb with such intense pressure that it hurt. The artificial cock was moving, pulling on the knot so that sparks struck behind my eyes when it hurt so badly. I passed out from the pain occasionally. 

Damien was still fucking Mimosa at an accelerating pace and had already come inside Mimosa a couple of times, whispering to Mimosa about pregnancy and puppy-making. I knew it would be interrupted if he impregnated either of us. There was no other way that this would unfold, but he just did not get it, not at all.

Colin had examined Mimo and me and wanted us both to have as strong contraception as possible because I seemed to get pregnant just by touching, even one time. We were on the contraceptive pill, but I had taken the last one almost a week ago before Damon had snatched me and they were supposed to be taken weekly. I had no idea how long I had been in here already and whether that contraceptive lasted longer when I had taken it regularly. I didn't know what this hormone therapy was going to do about it.

I was super fertile, so I hoped Mimo hadn't conceived yet because that miscarriage was one of the worst things I knew. I'd been through a lot of them. Mimosa had gone through none as she had been asleep or not inside me when these had happened. 

The latest times were when I had to go through Bran's handling of the multiple abortions when he decided to show me up and raped me with alphas that always inseminated me at the same time. Bran had, just after each miscarriage, put in a new heat and a new uterus. Six fucking times I experienced it, then my body couldn't take it anymore. And many times before it. 

Then Damon stopped fucking Mimosa now and then, and I could see Mimo's ribs still contracting. He came to me, looked into my eyes, saying, "Fine, you are getting in there, but let's put you in better mode already and I would let you experience something about being an alpha female in a wolf pack and heat." 

He took the syringe after he had changed again those damn bags in my cannula, pushed another injection into my vein. Then he put the helmet on my head, and reality blurred.

I felt the male's paws on my ribs, his weight on top of me as he impregnated me again and again, as the life-giving fluid hit my womb. I saw images of wolf pups, of giving birth, of a pair of wolves. I was in pain, from everywhere. My breasts were getting more and more tender and sore, aching, and my skin was still on fire.

I was hurting so hard in my pussy and down my belly, my pelvic region too, and somehow, I was just sometimes under the male wolf as he fucked with me and came inside me. Drugs kept me in their grips. The virtual reality helmets intensified the feeling of being mated and my mind was trying to fight against but it was slowly losing and accepting more and more of this new reality. 

The machine was relentless. It pounded and pounded for so long that it was a good thing all the feeling didn't go out of my pussy. I was not anymore in the bunker; I was somewhere else. I was an alpha female, getting mated, with my male, prepared to carry my litter and give birth to it too. 

Damien was happy. He had gotten this good start and Damon's telepathy was a good tool to get some idea about Mimi's mental stage it seemed his little cocktail again worked on her as he gave her a few hits from implants too and Mimi was soon in la-la land being mated and she believed pretty much it true, so it would maybe help too.

Krycheck had given him this helmet and taught him the basics of how to use it, so here he was, brainwashing his wife to believe to be fucked by a wolf. Damien saw himself as Mimi's husband too and he had an obsession over her, so deep already that he had gotten rid of all of his female acquaintances as no one was Mimi.

What he did not realize was that while he was corrupting Damon, Damon's true strong feelings for Mimi were corrupting him, making this obsession and not many feelings that he felt for Mimi were his own, his need to be her master for example. He did not notice that at all. He had been scared of Mimi when she had revealed her very dark side, but he was not skilled enough with Damon's telepathy to push that part of Mimi deeper. He did not realized that he was making it stronger, session after session, that darkness got stronger, growing inside Mimi. 

He would get her and if this would work, this little programming and brainwashing, it would be so good to continue, to get her to love his scent, to want to be with him, just him, and forget Adam and Charles, too. And then he would get them their own marriage, a wedding with no flanks, just him and Mimi, who would be madly in love with her master at that point.