39. Big Big World.

Damon and Samuel were dripping Mimi with all kinds of binders. Damon always tried to make a sample for Samuel and often sat with the collectors in his teeth as herb after herb was bound out of Mimi's system. Bran threw out the entire pack of visitors, informed everyone, and shared the evidence of their actions. 

Damon and Samuel treated Mimi for three weeks, and she was kept under close anesthetic throughout this time, as most of the herbs that were uncovered were nasty and would have caused symptoms. Not to talk about those toxins and poisons.

After three weeks, when all the herbs were tied up, and the metals were removed, toxins and everything were neutralized and gone from her system, Mimi was operated on and had organs replaced because everything was getting so badly affected by this poisoning, she had had several internal bleeding, Damon had had to do several dental solutions on the go more or less. React always when new symptoms or problems arise. 

Damon was furious, and he swore to Bran, " Next time you bring another pack into the house where my wife is, you better make sure they don't have any poisons on them because if this happens again, I will do the same to you and Bran; that is a promise."

With that said, Damon walked away and back to Mimi. Now, they would go to the Azores as soon as Mimi woke up and spend some time together enjoying each other. It was time for the young lady to get something nice for a change and she was a little on the skinny side as they had not gotten her to gain much weight when she had been in such a dire state, more or less. 

I woke up in our bedroom, and this was our new bed. And quite comfortable. So technically, this was not consecrated. I opened my eyes and found myself looking up into fierce ice-blue eyes that held quite a few promises of wildness. Oh, such a case this time.

Damon said, "Good morning, my love. Today you, my little bitch, will be kidnapped again and taken to be fucked. Are you ready, little bitch? I have reserved us some new equipment because you are such a naughty little bitch that you need to be handled fucking well and efficiently. "

I smiled and stretched. I let the sheet start to fall off on me.

Damon grinned. " Little bitch has a nightgown, so little bitch doesn't get to seduce her husband. Little bitch will be learning quite a few new ways to please her master."

There was a slight edge in Damon'ds voice, the edge that was very rarely there. Something inside me stirred up by that voice and good. Oh, he was a naughty boy.

He helped me sit up and said," Here's some clothing for the little bitch. Put them on and come downstairs for breakfast. You have 10 minutes, or you will be punished. And that punishment, well. You never know if you like it or not, but then again, be naughty and the choice is not yours."

Fine. Damon walked downstairs and looked at his watch meaningfully. Again, that edge was heard. Made me wet all new way too.

Penalty could be interesting, but I decided to show what a little bitch I am again. I put on my clothes, a satin shirt, and silk skirt, and sandals. But I left quite a few buttons undone on my shirt. No underwear whatsoever, fine by me, but as I said, I was a naughty bitch, and I opened my pheromones wide open while dressed. I even rubbed my clothes against my pheromone glands. Let's make this interesting.

I also curled and fixed the blood-red color of my hair and left it open and completely free. I looked at the clock, and when 9 minutes had passed, I left downstairs just in time to come into sight of Damon when 10 minutes had passed.

Then I walked calmly towards Adam, who was frying eggs and bacon. My pheromones made him turn around, and look at me heatedly. Damon got up, his nostrils flickered slightly, and his mouth turned into a very deceptive smirk as he approached me, took me by the arm, and led me to the table.

He said, "Yes, you are, bitch, in a mood. Do you still think I'm going to let you have a go at Adam? Did I give you permission to open those pheromones and use them, bitch? No, start eating because you're going to need it, my bitch."

He bit me in my pheromone glands, strongly, and licked the blood off my skin.

Damon's voice was firm, seductive, and dangerous. Just the kind that made my crotch very wet. Champagne and strawberries were definitely in the air..

I ate my breakfast, and he watched me and fed me because I had handcuffs on. My hands were behind my back and started to feel drowsy after drinking the juice that my husband served me. Oh, drugged juice, I thought as my eyes blurred. He opened the cuffs and took me in his arms. I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness in Damon's arms as he carried me toward the car. 

I woke up on the plane, still quite tired, in Damon's arms. Exactly where I wanted to be. This was perfect. Wonderful. None of what he had done to me was felt or even remembered. This was so fucking perfect. I lay there contentedly, enjoying myself. Here come those times again that will help me hopefully get through whatever I'm going through. He was there for me. We were together, and I was fully safe.

I never even had to testify again in that medical thing because they saved so much, and they had such fucking good evidence. Now, there was a hotline where you could tip off if you suspected the drug companies somewhere. And the fleas. We were a busy bunch, and the tip line got many good tips.

And it was funny, but we got liaisons in the FBI and also in the NSA because sometimes victims were VIPs. But when those liaisons wanted me to inform them personally, it made things a little more complicated, and I had gotten eventually Magnum to be the person of contact. It didn't bother me we lost gigs. I don't think it would bother anyone. At least I wouldn't have to go to Lake Lanier.

Maybe one day, the world will be so perfect that we won't need fleas. Or maybe we've just changed to a different format, doing the same work but in a different way, because everything is evolving, and we're catching up sooner. But now was not the time to think about work.

It was time to lie in the arms of this magnificent creature and enjoy. The creature in question sensed that I was awake because the creature in question was a strong fucking telepath. He started to let his hands wander all over me, and I started to squirm in his lap in a very naughty way, and I noticed how he reacted to that.

He started to get hard and hot. He changed my position slightly and hissed in my ear, " Oh, I've got a bitch of a bitch in my lap. But don't worry. I'll show you new things you'll enjoy."

I went on my innocent way without saying a word and began to let my hands wander and explore my husband's magnificent being. His tight muscles, gorgeous body, and hard, thick, hot problem made his jeans feel very tight. I turned around, straddling him, touching him, stroking him.

I undid the button on his jeans and pulled the zipper open. I started brushing the thick dick, which was now fully exposed and erect. I scratched the shaft with my fingernails gently, teasingly, and made my husband draw the air between his teeth sharply into him. I knew what I was doing and up the ante; I opened my pheromones again. 

I kept my grip quite light and innocent while looking at my husband with a look of complete innocence. Damon's gaze was hot and intense.

He said. "I think the little bitch's training is starting right now. You better put those pheromones down, bitch."

I was very naughty and continued my work with his cock. He started to undress me and tore off my clothes. Then he lifted me and guided me to the couch on my fours. He pushed my upper torso down and began to push into my ass again, demanding submission and surrender. I resisted. He pushed hard, thick, mercilessly, just inside me, and began to fuck my ass with very small, shallow thrusts, demanding and commanding. Eventually, it always happens, I submit.

And he pushed as deep into my ass as he could at once and began fucking hard and hard right up my ass, increasing the girth so that I felt like I was going to crack. Finally, the explosion came, and he was relentless. He fucked me for so long, through three huge orgasms, and then he sank to the bottom and started letting his wonderfully thick lust of milk flood inside me. I could feel the heat of it spreading through my bowels, and it didn't bother me at all because it was full of nourishment and went where it needed to go. He bit my neck all the time, closed my pheromones, drinking my blood, making me feel more powerless and submissive too.

Then he pulled away from me and put on his clothes. He gave me a dress to wear. My hands were put on spiked cuffs or bracelets, and I was also put on a spiked collar. My head was spinning, I was helpless, in his mercy and I loved every second of this because I was also safe. 

My hair had been put up earlier, and he looked at me and said, enjoying dangerously. That edge was now much clearer. "'We have no safe word then, little bitch, you understand? You will be at my mercy at all times."

I didn't need a safe word, either. The plane started to land, and I was sitting nicely in my chair; I had no underwear on, and I knew how wet I was just waiting.

The plane landed directly in the Azores and then took off after we had walked a suitable distance towards the house. I had a leash on my collar because I was such a naughty little bitch, and my hands were tied behind my back with a short chain attached to my wrists.

He had drained my blood just before landing, so I was kept weak and submissive all the time. I was completely at his mercy, and it was so bloody arousing I never would have believed it. We went to the house, and Damon left our bags downstairs. Then he started leading me toward the basement.

In the basement was a large room with, let's say, supplies: various benches and tables and a couple of exotic-looking chairs. A few swings, probably hanging from the ceiling. On the wall was an amazingly comprehensive collection of whips and floggers, jars of what I knew were stimulants, and dildos and crawlers, if I recognized those correctly.

Then there were sticks and all the instruments I didn't even recognize. Damon let me look through the entire room and led me first to the frame, where he attached my arms and legs so that I was in the shape of an x. He undressed me and put a blindfold on me. Then it started. He might hit me with a flogger, stroke me with a feather duster, hit me with some kind of belt hard and many times, or let his hands wander. He would put nipple clamps on my nipples after he had first excited them out. He was not always gentle with his ministrations. Not at all. But I took it all.

I could feel him pushing a tube of arousal deep into my cunt and filling it fully. Not that it was needed. And then the speech. A low, dangerous, sexy voice, and he called me a naughty little bitch. He teased me mercilessly. He came behind me, and I felt him place his glans just between my pussy lips and push it in just a hint and then pull out.

My God, this man can have good self-control. He pulled the string between my nipples, and somehow the pain was so fucking arousing. Then he cut me lightly with some kind of knife, licking the blood off each time. Pain and pleasure were mingling in my mind with one heady cocktail of arousal and helplessness. He slashed me more, whipped me, and I reacted, I let all it out. All of it. Whatever I had kept inside me, I let it out. It was free in some way.

Finally, he opened my blindfold and untied me from this rack. He now took me to the bench on my back and secured me again. Then he knelt between my legs and ate my cunt. He licked, nibbled, bit every. He fucked me with his tongue and made me come six times. Then he untied me again.

I was then secured in some other rack, where pain, hot, intense pain, and extreme pleasure continued. It was like he was testing me, what I could take, and I took it all. He was too unloading some part of himself, by manipulating my body, hitting me with a flogger or whip. Making me explode with intense orgasms brought by pain alone. This continued, I had no sense of time and he unloaded me, himself too. 

We were both quite sweaty. Sex was smelling in the air as he had fucked me really hard and rough while hurting me. Then He lifted me onto the swing and positioned me first before coming on top of me. I was on the swing, lying partially on my back with my legs almost to the sky as he had put my feet through the hinges.

He pushed to the bottom at once in a huge and demanding way. Then, as he began to thrust into me repeatedly, the swing started to move, which added to the pleasure, but Damon got even more power from it, and I felt like he had never been as deep inside me as he was now. His will was relentless, and I came hard after only a couple of minutes.

He didn't stop easily. We kissed fucking passionately, and he dominated me the whole time, holding me still and fucked me violently, passionately, lustfully, and finally exploded his passion into the cream deep inside me. He continued after his flood had subsided and the swing started to move repeatedly. Then we switched to another swing. We tried all the benches.

I was always bound, controlled, and helpless; Damon was always in charge, hard, demanding, thick, and relentless. He tried every whip, flogger, and lash. He teased me with an incredible number of dildos and could put a crawler on me and fuck my ass at the same time. We had unloaded some demons from ourselves and now it was time to fuck like there would not be tomorrow.

This double penetration with the crawler didn't hurt, even though I knew Damon's dick was so much bigger than Bran's and that crawler in my pussy was not small. But maybe that's because I wasn't gelled to the hilt. I didn't have that awful belt, and then when I was at it, I was all in.

After we'd been through the basement, we were pretty exhausted.

Damon took off my bracelet and my collar and said." How about, baby, if we go to the beach and do some stuff, swim, watch the sunset, and maybe get something to eat? You are amazing, you know that. I haven't had this kind of peace in forever. You helped me, little bitch."

I smiled and said, "You helped me too. I have no idea what was inside of me, but it is all gone now, this pressure, or this. It is hard to explain. I guess it comes when I need to control myself and I can not react always. Yeah, that's fine with me. I don't have a problem. I'm just so fucking happy again, Damon, in this place. It's paradise."

Damon smiled and said, "This is just you and me. And I am happy to help you next time too, if you need some treatment. Remember that baby, always."

That paradise wasn't for us, not always and forever, and what came to my unloading, well, it was much later that Charles and Adam started unloading me again, and by that time, it was not easy anymore. Too much time had gone, and I had learned to keep everything inside me, so stuff wasn't coming out so easily, but they helped. I had changed so much and i was so much harder, cynical. I have gone to the Azores, from time to time. It is not ours anymore. I hardly even recognize it nowadays. Damon has someone else there to be with. Oh, even at this moment, I wished that sentence had been true. I was so happy at the time. But my life is what it is. Almost everything I wished for didn't come true and never did. It is just not meant to be, for me to be happy all the time.

We went to the beach and enjoyed each other. I guess we hadn't had enough yet because I started using my husband as a food tray, which inspired him to do the same. One thing led to another, and we certainly didn't watch the sunset. We enjoyed ourselves and were happy.

At one point, Damon said, " Did you know, baby, that we have been here for eight weeks? Two months almost."

I smiled and said, " Did you know, Damon, that time does not exist? It's just a habit that people have invented. Wouldn't it be wonderful if there was a time or a moment when time did not exist? We could do what we wanted for as long as we wanted and not feel guilty about it, but Damon, can you install ceiling lights?"

Damon sighed and then looked at me for a moment and asked, " What do you do with ceiling lights? Don't you already have the bulbs in there?"

I let my hands roam over his chest and said, "I bought a lovely house in Sicily a few years ago, and I just can't get the ceiling lights right. There's always a fuse blown, or a bulb is broken, so I asked because if we could go sometime, and maybe you could help with that."

Damon was silent and said, " Easy, call an electrician, and he'll get the bulbs right."

I didn't say anything more because Damon wasn't interested in going to do the house with me, and that's his business. If he doesn't want to, I won't force him.

Damon looked at me for a moment and said, " Yeah, it's just that, baby. We'll probably have to go back soon, but this is not going anywhere."

I sighed and knew that all good things must fucking end sometime.

Damon got up and walked to the house. I followed, and he was already in the shower. Well, I went into my shower and got dressed.

When I came into the living room, Damon had already brought our bags and said, "The plane will be here in fifteen minutes so that we can go. "

He was already taking the bags out and was in a different mood again. One that didn't invite touching. But I didn't mind, now I could get on with it. It was time to return to everyday life.