21. Only You.

The treatment continued until Mr. Sark drove into my yard. I thought gloomily that it wasn't meant to be that the first guests in my house were Sark and Damien.

Damien helped Sark unpack and carry in all the equipment, bags, and briefcases. The white lorry had been packed full of everything that would be needed here. I did not hear much of anything that they were talking about, only that they were talking, or at least Damien was. He was talking most of the time. Stuff was coming in, and lots of stuff Sark and Damien were always discussing. Eventually, they both came up next to me.

As Sark looked me through clinically, Damien massaged my liver, making me gasp out of pain for so long until my mind was almost shut down. Then he took his hands away and waited for me to be awake enough to listen to him.

Damien started, "I'm going to start by telling you a little bit about what's going to happen here in the next few weeks. I've already got your cycle up a bit. Your uterus has already increased its size by 20%. Mr. Sark here has been studying you shapeshifters for some time now, and he has some wonderful substances and hormones that will get your cycle up in just two weeks."

He paused and looked at me, trying to see my reaction. He wanted to shock me.

"When you're in heat, we'll be looking for buyers. You see, now the shape-shifters have money, they're in hiding, and quite a few of them have one thing in common. Reproductive problems. In short. Shapeshifters are so well assimilated with people that they fall in love with people and want to marry people."

Now he was getting into things as he started to tell his tale. I could see that. 

" Modern world modern customs. In the old days, there might have been 50-80 members in a pack, an alpha pair and 20-40 were breeding females, usually for an alpha male. Pups were born, and cycles were sufficient. 4-5 litters per cycle, and all females participated. But not nowadays. Females don't want to anymore; they don't live that way in the pack, and they don't give to the alpha male. Loyalty and relationships have become too important for them to be breeding machines for one male. They want to have cubs with their spouses, but those cubs aren't strong enough, or mostly alpha males won't let any other male breed in the pack."

He walked around the table, with his hands clasped behind his back, while Sark was preparing his instruments, "Well, the male could take them, but it's quite a bit of effort and work if the alpha male travels across America, for example, and takes a female. You know, yourself, how much fucking is required to reproduce. Alpha females don't breed so well anymore either, partly from the strain, but there's so much more to life. There are careers and friends and so on. For a male to get an alpha female even once in a five-year cycle, you must do an incredible amount of work and real effort. And when a male has a job, or a career, or whatever. And then there is a high mortality of neonatal cubs. You had no idea about that, did you?"

Damien paused and let it sink in slowly. I began to sense that this was not going to be fun. "But if we can provide offspring for the males, from a new female that the male can then later mate with, then we have a niche. We will get you cycled and bred, then you can believe how much demand there will be for you, then you will be bred, and the male or several males will be allowed to come and breed with you personally. And in four weeks, they'll have their young, and we'll get the money. Mr Sark has his minor ingredients that will make your pregnancy last only that four weeks."

I was stunned. I feverishly wondered how I could stop the complete plan. I couldn't get in touch with anyone. I was tied up. Pissed off badly. I don't know what Damon is going to do to me when this comes up. Probably throw me out of the pack. No, no, he won't. He'll probably go after Sark and Damien. He will believe me. He has to. He knows me that well. I would never do this.

Damien looked at me as if to guess my thoughts. " Then this is the climax. I told you I had witches and wizards. Well, these are extremely rare; these are called obfuscators because they can manipulate and obscure the past. And when dear Damon or Mariella look into the past, they only see what we want them to see."

I thought, no, no, Damon. Damon is strong, and Mimo is strong. Yes, they see correctly. Damien's voice was pleasurable as he continued,

" You have no idea how many books have been written about Alpha women and in what tone. You know Mariella reads a lot, and Damon takes the information from her head. I just knew these books and I might have done a few tricks, so these books ended up in Mariella's hands. You see, those witches and wizards, well, they have a little knack for infiltrating a little into your magic houses. What Mariella will learn is that alpha women can be unfaithful. The alpha female wants to reproduce. They are very revengeful if a male betrays them and there is nothing they would do in order to pay back for that male. The alpha female does whatever she wants. Alpha females are deceitful. They manipulate. They lie."

Then I remembered Damon yelling at me. Damon wouldn't think I'd breed with anyone else when it was so wonderful. He can't believe that about me. No, no...

Damien went on," Then to business, Mr. Sark will first extract the enzymes, and then we'll start filling your uterus with a cocktail of horny substances. After that, we'll have time to explore your unique anatomy at our leisure while we work on getting your cycle just right. I have told about my little experiment with you to my boss, and your shed session with Damon, so we will take quite a lot of samples and see if there are shells around, so we will know what will be too strong and maybe we can play with them too, see if we can weaken them. "

Sark walked over to my right side and inserted the first tube into my liver. He had not uttered a word. There was no need when this damn parrot was talking all the time. 

He turned on the suction. Pain exploded once more. I don't know what he was sucking from, but apparently enzymes. He kept pushing and rubbing my liver. I felt like I was going to pass out. Damien had paralyzed my vocal cords so I could not scream, so I gasped and writhed in pain. Then, he always eased up for a while. He went over to the tank to check the readings.

"Excellent," he said. That was not said to me, but he muttered to himself, more or less. 

Damien moved to the foot of the table and rattled around. I kept my eyes closed and tried to endure the pressure, the searing and sheer white-hot pain in my liver. Damien untied my legs and lifted them into the stirrups, tying them back up all the way. Soon I had my pussy spread wide open on top of everything else. 

I opened my eyes and watched as Damien pulled the stool and walked over to sit between my legs. Next to him was a tray with various equipment on it. First, he pushed some kind of long tube up to the base of my pussy and started to spread it out. He locked it when my pussy was open enough for him to see down to the bottom. Sark's manipulation of my liver made me writhe and gasp, but my lower body was secured enough so Damien could do what the hell he was doing between my legs. 

He took some instruments and probed my cunt for a while before taking a thin, long needle and pushing it into the wall of my cervix. Then he attached the needle to the syringe and pushed the plunger. He changed the position of the needle several times and, each time, injected what was an opening. Then he began to insert a thicker tube than a milkshake straw with a pointed tip.

He poked it into my cervix and plunged it deeper and deeper, injecting a relaxant now and then. Finally, he pushed the hose through my cervix. This had been much more pleasurable when Damon had done with his cock. Now this was clinical, painful, and no fun at all. He connected the now thick tube to one container Sark had given to him and opened the tap. I felt the substance begin to flood my womb.

Damien pushed the tube further in until it sank into my uterine horn. Sark had gotten an ultrasound out, and he was monitoring now what Damien was doing. Damien watched the monitor too, with a wrinkle between his brows. Then he took another similar tube and pushed it into my womb, now on the other side, right up to the horn of my womb. There was its tank, too, and the stuff started flooding in.

My uterus wasn't terribly big yet, so it started to feel uncomfortably tight very quickly. I had now two thick tubes coming out of my pussy, feeling some liquid flooding into my womb all the time. Damien unhooked my legs from the stirrups and tied them back to the shackles on the table. The hoses were still in my womb, and the tanks were open.

"Those are heat-inducing substances. They relax, prepare, and when your uterus is in full stretch, you'll find they work fast."Sark said with obvious satisfaction.

His voice was purely clinical. Again, like I was just a subject without any feelings or life of my own. 

Damien crossed to the other side of the table. "Well, now that we've got that out of the way, we might as well spend a little time looking at what we have here, what the anatomy of a cat shapeshifter is like. We will start to take those samples too, so we are trying to look for those shells that might have been left inside you. It would not be good if those shells would break off while you were carrying the cargo. "

And then they took a big pile of different instruments and started to autopsy me. They examined, dissected, and stretched every organ in every tissue, and I was conscious now and then when I wasn't passing out from the pain. Damien was paralyzing my vocal cords.

They extract so freaking many samples out of me, for example, took both my eyes, dug most of my inner ear away, my organs, all of them my skin, and my brain too. I had no idea where they were taking samples next. Most of the sample's sark froze. He had some sort of fast-freezing tubes and big briefcases where he put them. 

Sark dictated in a calm voice the dimensions and appearance of every organ and took pieces of tissue. Damien took those samples everywhere, and I hoped that those embryos that had been put on hold, would not get taken away. I had no idea if they could move or protect themselves. I kept my expression from showing my worry, and I was damn happy that I was not with a telepath.

Damien drank only human blood, a few bags here and there. He was a weak vampire because he did not even taste my blood. My liver was fascinating. It had to be opened in several places and examined to see how the platinum had sunk deep into its tissues. Many samples were taken from it. Finally, Sark removed my liver and sucked out all the enzymes he could find.

They removed my thymus, removed my heart, several times, and finally put it back in to watch it grow again in its place. All of my spleens were removed too. I had grown several and Damien did knew that they were a big part of my immune system so Sark froze them and was satisfied with that information. My uterus was at the breaking point the whole time.

Then they watched as I started growing more organs when the amplification enzyme kicked in. They faithfully removed them. Damien blocked it, and they waited for the organs to stop growing. My autopsy lasted a week. I had no idea did they found any shells, Sark had delivered my samples to someone several times.

My uterus was already more than half grown, Sark said. "A week, then that might start to be ready for breeding soon."

Damien smiled with satisfaction.

He said, " See, you'll have to be a bit more active for breeding, and we'll put a nice effective jelly on you to make sure you're suitably feisty. "

Then he showed me a big pile of medicinal panic incuding drugs that Sark had brought in.

"These will ensure that you fight back when you're being bred. You know how it boosts the male. Now these won't go into your tissues, these embryos will grow, there will be threshold, meaning your uterus will be full enough, so they will smell it. Meaning the pregnancy is ready to begin, but those males will give a substance once they are done. threshold means that about 80% of your eggs are out." Damien continued. "Then, once you're knocked up, you'll get some more sedatives so the babies will be calm, and so will you. Then, we will cut the babies out in four weeks. If your cycle stops, we will have a brief break in the shed and restart your cycle. Oh yes, you will meet Damon at some point. Whatever he likes when the alpha female has freely given birth to other babies. You see then what will be left of your relationship and I guess Charles and Adam aren't too happy about that, too."

This is a nightmare, I thought. A real nightmare. I felt painfully clear about how my womb was getting ready. They had stuffed more hormone jelly into my ovaries and onto my uterus. And then a medicated state. Oh goddamn. I've never been to a place like this. Strange men breeding in a drug-induced panic. I don't think I could get a word in edge wise.

If I had been in my right mind, I might be able to convince them not to do this, but not now. I would be in a state that i was not able to speak and see everyone as an enemy. Those two would be mortal enemies after this, whatever state I would end up being. They were already busy making jelly.

Sark came over and stuck some jelly in my cunt and labia.

"I've got to get that place ready," he said. " It has to smell right for the male to accept it. It's very good that the Salvatore mark has disappeared. Even if our buyers are willing to do anything, it's always better not to see the alpha mark."

Sark platinized my liver again. He took measurements of my organ values, my uterus was gelled inside and out, and then I made a surprise, Damien spoke to Sark as he again ultrasound my uterus.

"My my, are we greedy? Come and have a look." His voice was smug.

Sark came in, looked at the monitor, and said, " Four?"

Damien smiled, "Four good, almost ready reproductive uteruses. We're going to get several males in here. Breeding will be fun."

Then, they started looking for males and held an online auction. Four days later, I was ready. Damien came to me and started gelling my abdominal cavity with medicated jelly. The breeders would be here in five hours, and I'd be in the right frame of mind. I could feel the jelly spreading relentlessly deep into my organs, how it began to soak in, how reality began to blur, and how panic reared its head.

The jelly was enough. Sark came to rub my liver. He would only remove it after I was pregnant. I could feel Damien spreading the jelly under my skin now. My stomach was full, medicated, and feeling full on. Then they took me into one bedroom and put me on the bed with pillows under my hips and stomach so that I was served properly. The medical sedation took my strength, and they still tied me to the bed with shackles. I was fully helpless. Unable to do anything and all I wanted was to go in somewhere dark hiding, be myself, not come out.