6. Feel.

 Bran carefully picked up the unconscious woman and cradled her in his arms as he made his way to the medbay. Once there, he gently laid her on the table and removed her clothing, preparing to secure her with restraints. However, Bran knew he needed to wait for the effects of the chloral hydrate to wear off before proceeding. He understood that empathy could be seen as a weakness when it came to maintaining discipline.

Damien, his former apprentice, had been skilled in handling situations like this, but he was currently unavailable because of Damon and Mimi's romantic getaway in their paradise. That love weakened Damien to the extent that Bran knew he couldn't even get Damien to come to the surface right now. Damon's unauthorized desires had complicated matters, as he hadn't even informed Bran of his plans.

Bran couldn't rely on Damon's help this time, so he arranged for Damon to go to Bulgaria for vampire negotiations with yet another batch of elders. Instead, he sent Adam to Africa with Samuel to deal with voodoo witches and epidemics, while Magnum was occupied with flea work and various obligations. To relieve some pressure, Charles had been dispatched to Argentina to visit an ex-girlfriend.

Now, Bran could confront Mimi himself. He believed Adam had been too lenient from the beginning, and Damon's reputation had initially led him to believe that Mimi would be easily controlled. However, Damon surprised everyone by falling in love with Mimi and becoming her fierce defender.

Bran recognized that Damon had his moments of usefulness, but he needed to observe carefully to know when to rely on him. Unfortunately, that wasn't an option at the moment. He just couldn't get Damien to come to the surface. One reason was that now Damon himself was aware of evil inside him. Being an old, powerful telepath, vampire, and creature, he must have taken precautions to control Damien or maybe banish this fully. 

Taking his time, Bran meticulously arranged all the necessary supplies before turning his attention back to Mimi. As he did, he noticed her beginning to stir, showing that she was regaining consciousness.

I awoke to the harsh sensation of a hard surface beneath me, with a thin cloth providing some meager comfort for my back. My limbs were restrained with spiked cuffs, restricting my movements, though the chains on the shackles gave way slightly, granting me a small amount of room to maneuver. Naked and shivering, I squinted against the blinding brightness that assaulted my blurry vision.

The room exuded a coolness, like a powerful air conditioner was operating. Ah, the medbay, I realized. As my vision gradually cleared, I desperately searched for any sign of help. Bran approached me, his hand firmly placed on my forehead, immobilizing my head while he inserted a needle into my larynx, rendering my voice useless.

He declared, "You won't have the chance to communicate with your contacts until your punishment is complete—five days of gelling, being solely with me. No one else shall enter. No one else shall know. Being Marrok has its advantages, allowing you to exert control over the pack's ties as you see fit. This jelly is different; it is a potent sedative infused with additional medication. A neuroleptic, and another neuropeptide. This neurotransmitter inhibits rage. Samuel discovered it, and it's quite effective, with a long-lasting presence in the body. Once it's in your system, there's no getting rid of it. Furthermore, I've chilled this jelly, so it gradually warms within your stomach, allowing you to feel the slow onset of the drug. After all, this is a punishment. I presume most of your days will be spent with me in my office, and I've arranged a sleeping area for you. Five days. By the fifth day, I shall release the paralysis in your vocal cords, and we shall see how eager you are to make contact. I can prolong this punishment for as long as necessary. Now, this initial batch serves as a rage blocker, so there's no need for additional doses. You will remain paralyzed for the next 3-6 months. Oh, and one more thing. Your escapade in the Azores during your heat. Did you know Damon stole from the pack? Your desires should be kept within the pack, not indulged alone on some island. This punishment is also for that transgression. You should have informed me that Damon was satisfying your needs, and I should have been included."

I didn't fully listen to half of what Bran was saying; my mind was desperate to escape. As I forcefully tore at the chains, my intention was obvious - I needed to free myself. With a sense of frustration, I tried to maneuver my wrist through the tight restraints. Bran, at times, could be an intimidating presence. This was the consequence of my attempt to maintain good relations with him, but now I wanted nothing to do with it any longer. I had to let it go. I refused to take part willingly in this jelly-filled ordeal.

Bran approached the top of the bed and placed a new shackle around my upper arm, locking it tightly against the bed. He repeated the process on the other side and then moved on to my legs. He secured a belt over my thighs, restricting any movement of my hips. His hand brushed against my stomach as he examined me.

Then, with a calm tone, he uttered, "One more medicine. I'm going to inject it into the vein of this arm. Its effects will be quick."

The injection was barely noticeable, but soon after, my muscles became jelly. Bran's voice was pleasurable as he explained, "Muscle relaxant. I wanted you to fight and struggle before I administered it. And now you know. Oh, how your once-strong stomach muscles have softened. Now, we can fill you with a lot of jelly. It feels like we're truly getting started. As you can see, I've slightly lifted you up so you can observe and experience."

Bran made an incision just below my diaphragm and inserted the end of the jelly tube deep into my abdomen. He manipulated it within me, then opened the tank. I could feel the cold jelly swiftly spreading, firm and unyielding. Bran continued to rub and push the jelly further, causing pressure to build. My bladder felt as if it might burst under the weight of the jelly.

The coolness intensified, and the volume of jelly increased, creating a mounting pressure inside me. With my muscles paralyzed, my stomach bulged significantly. Eventually, the tank emptied. It held approximately 20 liters, leaving me feeling completely full while my body temperature plummeted rapidly.

Bran withdrew the hose and began to massage my distended stomach. It was tight and uncomfortably full. As he continued to rub, I gradually felt the sedative taking hold.

Bran ceased his motions and remarked, "Ah, I believe you're beginning to calm down, my good little girl. That's it, excellent. Now, I will apply a brace to ensure constant contact between the jelly and your tissues for absorption. You can already sense the neuropeptide quelling your rage. It works swiftly."

My head felt strange, as if it were wrapped in a fog, leaving me partially aware but completely unable to take action. The room seemed hazy, and my thoughts were muddled. Panic set in as Bran approached, carrying a neoprene or foam vest. I knew trouble was brewing.

The vest was pulled snugly over my body, from under my diaphragm down to my hips, encompassing the gelled area. Bran deftly fastened the many Velcro straps, cinching the vest tightly against my stomach. The pressure intensified, forcing the gel to seep into me, mercilessly sedating me further. Helplessness overwhelmed me, and the pain in my already aching stomach intensified. The muscle relaxant continued to do its work.

Bran finally released me from my restraints and flipped me onto my stomach, securing the straps tightly onto my back. With his help, I sat up, clad only in a dress. He guided me to his study, where I collapsed onto the sofa. A cup was placed in my trembling hands, and he instructed me to drink.

"It's a laxative," he explained, his voice dripping with malice. "We're going to completely empty your bowels tonight so that when the gel takes effect in the morning, your bowels will be the first to be filled. It's part of your punishment, a five-day partial fast."

I complied, for it was all I could do. Bran's Marrok power loomed over me, leaving me with no choice but to obey. I knew I had to use the bathroom urgently, as the Lord no longer hid his control over me. Seated on the couch, my stomach twisted in pain, I trudged to the bathroom. Eight agonizing hours passed, with Bran leaving briefly to grab a meal. The cramps in my stomach subsided a minor relief amidst the haze of medication that made clear thinking nearly impossible. I despised my vulnerable state, but I was utterly defenseless.

Bran retrieved an item from his desk drawer and approached me.

"Little girl, I need to relax a bit, perhaps after a few more calls. You tend to be rather dry when unprepared, so lie on your back. That's it and open your legs. Perfect. This tube contains a stimulant that I'll insert deep into your pussy. This device here is a crawler, similar to a dildo, but with the ability to move on its own. It will enter your pussy and fulfill its purpose. As you can see, I'm loading the crawler with another stimulant, ensuring it releases it inside you like this. You'll feel its motion as it moves. Well done, my good girl. Now, remain in that position and bring your feet closer together. You can experience as many climaxes as you desire, preparing yourself for when I require release."

The device Bran inserted into my pussy resembled a thick cock, but with intricate components that allowed it to crawl within me like a gigantic serpent. It was substantial, fully penetrating me. The stimulating gel heightened my sensitivity, eagerly coaxing my orgasm. I felt my walls pulsating around the crawler as its powerful motors continued their relentless stimulation.

Lying on the couch, I climaxed while Bran conducted his phone call, casting a satisfied gaze upon me. I pondered the thought of acquiring such a device for personal use when desired, although little else came to mind.

Bran concluded his conversation and approached the couch. "Actually, little girl, let's move to the bed over there. That's it, and get on all fours, just like that. While the crawler pleases your pussy, I'll begin by fucking your tight ass."

Bran positioned me on all fours, lifted my skirt, removed his pants, and forcefully entered my sensitive asshole. With roughness, he navigated past my sphincter muscles and started vigorous penetration.

Despite the jelly being absorbed rapidly, the pressure from the vest I wore made my abdomen feel constantly compressed. With a large crawler in my pussy and now a dick in my ass, an overwhelming sensation of impending pain engulfed me. Pleasure quickly turned to a searing pain as Bran entered my bowels, his thrusts causing agony. He relentlessly fucked my ass, ejaculating multiple times but only releasing small amounts. I didn't deserve his filling. There would not be any nutrition for me, in the form of a bump, at least. I could hear him grunting and feeling him thrusting. I could also smell my blood as he fucked my asshole raw.

Then he shifted me onto my back, removing the crawler from my cunt and plunging into me once again. My pussy felt numb, devoid of any pleasure, as Bran continued to penetrate me. When he withdrew, a trickle of liquid followed suit, prompting a furrowed brow from Bran.

He didn't like that at all, that his release flowed out of me. I was glad that Damon had bitten me with a very strong contraceptive, and he had told me it would be effective for at least six months, so there was no danger of Bran trying to breed me. Or he could try, but I had prevention. 

Standing up, Bran pulled on his trousers and ordered, "Now it's time for you to go to bed. Come on and get some rest. Then, in the morning, we'll jelly up, and you'll take a shower." 

Bran led me to the basement and revealed a cage. It was spacious enough to lie on and had a thin mattress. Thankfully, it wasn't made of silver. It was too small even to sit down. It was like a coffin made of a bar of iron. He unlocked the cage and removed my dress and support belt. A sigh of relief escaped me as the pressure eased. 

Naked, I was placed on my back inside the cage, the lid securely locked by Bran.

He instructed, "Now, you will fall asleep as soon as I close the door. You will dream and not wake up until 8 o'clock in the morning."

Another one of Marrok's orders. I was utterly helpless to resist as medicine had made me more or less a zombie. 

It was 6 o'clock in the evening, and Bran was aware of my tendency for nightmares. True to form, with drugs coursing through my system, covered in gel, and confined in a cold cage, the realm of nightmares beckoned. As the door closed, I succumbed to sleep, entering a world of haunting visions. And all of my past tortures, losses, pain, desperation.