24. The Final Countdown.

Damon walked to his car and drove away. Now he had to tell the whole truth about what Mimi did to the pack. He drove the rental car to the pickup point and teleported back to Mariella and the others. They had gone to the Azores alone and had had the perfect time.

Until, just over a month ago, he'd received a phone call. He already had a pretty extensive network of people looking for all the shifters, and he couldn't believe his ears when the caller had told him that a former alpha female, Salvatore, had had babies with four other alphas. Mimi. He had looked into the past.

Mimi lay on her bed, panting as the big black cat stepped on her again and again. She was moaning, enjoying, begging. She had called the alphas by their first names. And then the kittens.

He had seen it all: how she had been bitter at him, swore revenge, and then come up with the perfect way to show him. When he did not want her, she could find new males that wanted her. And get some money out of it. He had watched as she put an ad on the dark web, received calls, told them about their pack, the litters, swore that she was fertile, and then the act. 

How she had enjoyed being pregnant, living in her castle, stroking her growing belly. He knew that that argument had been cruel, and he had meant every word, but the alpha side reacted strongly. It combined itself with his Salvatore rage, making him explode, wanting to destroy her. He felt no love for her, none at all.

He had gone and slaughtered them all with strawberries in them. They were Mimi's. Cubs had been feral. Her rage had made them mad. When he'd then confronted Mimi, the whore hadn't even bothered to admit it. Four suitcases of money in the room, four alphas, Mimi in good shape on the couch lounging, and once again the manipulator running. What a shed session. She could lie so damn effortlessly and tell him the minute detail of the session. Of course, she had been through them in the hands of Damien in the past, so she had material where to fabricate those lies.

Damien and Sark. He had shown what a shed session was and fuck how he had enjoyed it. He knew that someday he would do it again and get that enjoyment. Now it had been his and his alone, pure, not twisted as Damien had been, but pure pleasure. Where Damien had come from, Damon didn't care. It was only right that the whore should get some more treatment. Maybe he should he build some sort of connection with Damien. he was his brother after all and maybe he could be useful. They could sometimes do a shed session together on Mimi. 

The pack was shocked. They talked about it. Everyone understood that the argument had been raw and Mimi had been deeply hurt, but still. Mimosa looked again and again, as did Mariella. How could she? Damon made Mariella into an alpha female at that point.

Mariella said, "I told you Mimi was manipulating. Now you all see. She is a pretender to mean who she is. No one knows her and she has these roles. She is a sociopath, or even a psychopath, as she is a merciless killer. A soulless killing machine. "

Damon nodded. Mariella was pleased that Damon had killed all the puppies. Those would have been a threat to them, and Damon had once again shown his power to shifters.

Mariella said, "I don't want Mimi in this pack anymore. Throw Mimi away. But no divorce. I still haven't gotten that prenup out, and if it goes through, we will lose everything. She is too damn rich and, Damon, do not remove your guardianship of her. Let's try to get that money to us first. My witches will come up with a bunch of bills and expenses that Mimi has to pay and we will make them big enough from every year that you have been her guardian. She has so much money that it doesn't really make a difference, but we will secure a good amount into the pack's account and then at some point, divorce her."

Damon took Mimi out of the pack. He decided to take the pack on a trip to Europe to see the sights. It would be a new time for the pack, a better time, and Mimi deeply disturbed even Adam and Charles.

Mariella had read so many books about alpha females and she quoted a lot of them. Then she had read also a few books on psychology and thought of herself as almost a psychologist as she convinced the men that Mimi was beyond redemption and it had all been a lie. Even her love for them. She convinced everyone to love her and the wolves and lose their love for Mimi. 

Damien took back me to the shed and now came with the CPAP mask. Sark was there too. He found my panic on the CPAP mask so useful. Then, an enjoyable explanation to Sark about the pain jelly that was stuffed in my gut. And then he activated it. Sark cut my stomach open and touched my bowels. My consciousness was sporadic because of the pain. I was in rough shape because of Damon's treatment and cobalt in my jaw had finished my healing power in a very slow state, so I took a lot of damage. 

Acid, another eye mist, he talked and talked. How he now managed to break me and Damon down. He was fucking careful. He had been successful in his plan. They noticed cobalt in my jaw but did not remove it. It hindered their ability to do damage to me, but not too much, as Sark had some sort of temporary healing boosters or something. 

They took out my metal-filled womb. Sark had binders to beryllium because I had started to shut down and that had not been reasonable for their plan. I had no real sense of anything because those panic-inducing drugs were on. I was in a panic, in pain, and alone, not sure about anything else than this loneliness, pain, agony, and desperation. And he and Sark started hormone therapy. Eventually, I grew a uterus. He began to prepare it eagerly for insemination. The session lasted 12 weeks. 

Again, I had looked through my memory, trying to be an observer so I could recount even part of what happened in that shed. My state there was too messy, for me to understand being in a shed even. This memory has never been easy for me and it is still in me. I have secured it, so Damon can't see what actually happened, not experience it like me.

When he sees or looks into the past, it is more than a looking bunch of pictures with flipping them through really fast. Maybe listen to some conversation, but there is no feeling there. So it is easy. I protect my pack, always and forever, and even I have been almost programmed by this state, well not with force, but love. That sharing is caring. Not everything in my past has been meant to be shared. 

I was broken. I was shattered. The panic about the CPAP mask would not subside. My bowels were full of pain gel, and what was the most twisted thing about it? Sark was involved. He looked at every piece of equipment. He measured my reaction. He wanted me to have a uterus.

My drug-induced panic had not subsided, and sedation was still on, so I was as helpless as I could be. full panic, and what really took a lot out of me, was the feeling of Charles's love shutting down. We had a bond, but it died almost. I could feel only disgust coming through, as well as Adam too. So I had really no one.

I had no sense of time. only agony, pain, weakness, desperation. He said it was time to breed again. Sark said, "I've had some pretty magnificent offers now, so we'll get some money. The previous ones are ready to try again. They say they have better protection now. "

Damien said, " See, that was the whole point of this plan: supply and demand. First, the alphas get the pups, Damon kills them, and soon they're buying new pups. Salvatore's reputation is already very questionable in shifter circles, and these are only making it worse. You see, these alphas are so desperate for the young that if something like this happened to them, it would be more the rule than the exception that the young would not be touched. And Salvatore did it. So, Salvatore is not a desirable companion. And since knowledge is power and these alphas have knowledge and experience, all this weakens my brother and his little pack."

Finally, panic had been starting to subside. I was in feeding, some nutritional concentrated by Sark. I listened in fascination. I thought if Damon ever listened to my thoughts again, he would hear that. The lust in my womb continued.

Sark wanted to study my nutrition as well. He had quite a knowledge of me; he had studied me over the years and here I first heard one piece of information that was actually shocking to me. 

Sark said to Damien, "Well, you might not know, but I was actually part of the team that created her in the first place. I was on that ship, preparing her human body for the retrovirus, me and Krycheck. He was the mastermind behind her rage. You see, Dr. Kendrick did not get that rage to stick, not until Krycheck's little thing. So Krycheck may be the only one besides Damon who can actually brainwash her. Her mind is that strong, and it is just good. "

Damien looked quite surprised and said," Well that I did not know, but it is good to know. So she is your creation. Partially, at least, so I can understand your fascination with her. Her biology is unique as she is and this evolution. I bet you did not see this coming. "

Sark shook his head. 

This knowledge was so important, somehow, that I hid it in my mind. It would be decades before Damon would know about this—just one more secret for me to keep. I have my secrets, so many, and most of them aren't anything that Damon needs to worry about. 

I lay on a steel table with my feet shackled to the stirrups. I felt Damien first spray some substance on my pussy, then push some steel rod as far as it would go, spray again, and finally stop. Then the steel began to expand, spreading my pussy so wide that I was hurt. Damien pushed the spreader in as far as I could get it. My cunt was wide open. He found my cervix and relaxed it.

My womb was filled from the inside again. He pushed the tubes up to the tips of my horns again and stuffed my uterus full. Then he filled my pussy with jelly, which hardened. Now my pussy was open for the duration. He said it would get the smell and the heat on properly. I had tubes in my pussy.

Damien, now and then, put a new implant in my head, just in case. My pussy was kept full. I felt everything as I was trying to recover from the damage of the shed sessions at the same time. Sark kept me on a feeding drip, platinum in my liver, collecting enzymes. My uterus grew alarmingly, and I felt how fertile I was becoming. Eight wombs, I made eight fucking juicy reproductive wombs.

It had been eight weeks since the end of the session, keeping my uterus full of horny substances. Sark had studied some more and said, " The more we get these horny substances in, the more puppies will be born. These stimulants work better and more effectively than the first time because I got the last samples of the males, so I have made them perfect and even modified them a little bit. "

No shit, dammit. I was in hell. Or at least, this felt like. I had no one. No one at all and if I even got free. I would have to start over just by myself. Make a whole new life for myself and I did not know how to do it. Could I be anyone else than me? A soulless killing machine, a hollow shell, traumatized beyond repair. Should I just let that side take over, become just a killer, no bother to save anyone? I felt nothing.

Two days later, Damien came in with jelly tanks ready. "Hello baby, tonight you start getting dick and lots of it. 2 tigers, two lions, two jaguars, and two leopards are the winners now. Don't you worry? You'll be full and pregnant soon." His voice was a menacing sneer. I had tried to get free, all the time, but they used muscle relaxants on me, so I had no strength in me and cobalt still worked. Kept me weak enough not to heal too fast.

He started gelling again with the pharmaceuticals Sark had brought again, this time, even more, stronger and faster acting, so reality began to shift quite damn fast.

"These are ten times stronger, by the way," Sark recalled when Damien was taking big doses of the stuff.

Damien said, " Whoops, I didn't know that. Well, it's okay. She's more believable."

Damien made some of the drugs as implants for future use. The paranoia was already kicking in, and I just wanted to hide in a dark, safe place, by myself, alone. I struggled even more, not able to understand anything. Panic was worse time after time. 

Damien put my feet back on the stirrups and filled my cunt with some kind of jelly using a spreader. My cunt started to get wet and swollen. Smell like a real fucking pussy. So that the males wouldn't be too gentle.

"This stuff ensures that the males maintain their enthusiasm," Damien said. "So we can have a splendid show too and keep clients happy."

Sark replied, "Good. I've sent the winners some early meds, which they've been taking for three days now, to increase semen volume, sperm vitality, and the ability to procreate, as well as boost the libido quite a bit. So several breeding bulls are coming out of there that won't stop when she is as pregnant as they can usually be, but until there are no more eggs left to fertilize.

They took me back to bed and tied me up. I struggled because this was the place I did not want to be, and my panic did not let go, not at all. The men were ready. They changed into cat form as soon as they smelled me. Sark had not intentionally left my uterus open. The first one, a tiger, came on top of me and pushed inside me. He felt my womb, squirt. He picked up speed. He was halfway there—a squirt.

Where Damon took his time opening my womb, this one didn't. This one was on the third pass, and it hurt. The tiger is big, and this was raw and big. The semen flooded my uterus. Cat after cat entered and entered.

They crammed themselves into my uterus, filled it full, and then changed to the next one with a uterus of its own. They bred mercilessly for two weeks. Every uterus was filled to the brim. I could feel dozens of horns growing, and the heat also told me that there would be even more kittens. I had no way of understanding these feelings inside me. What they meant at that time, only later when drugs stopped working, I would know.

Sark and Damien gelled me and the puppies again. I had several more autopsies—liver platinization. they had found only traces of shells in my samples, only in a few samples, so it was quite evident that they were truly gone. Damien was a little disappointed about that because he would have wanted to use those on me as well.

The feeling of medical panic had started to wear off within a couple of days of breeding, and the rest of the time was a fight. I had not been able to speak, though. Sark and Damien didn't sedate me when I fought back so well.

Now I was worn out, exhausted, and sore. The autopsies were just as much of a pain as before, as well as the platinizing. They continued to take samples and try to find more shells, but I could feel the vortex inside me, it had become again stronger after Damon's session and I had been in so bad a state before that I had not been able to understand it before, but now, I could feel it.

After being pregnant for a week, it was clear that I was going to have more reproductive wombs. Lots more. Sark and Damien started the auctions.

I don't know what Damien wanted, but I saw Sark give him a lot of shots. My uteruses and my puppies grew. The closer we got to the Caesarean, the more eager Damien became. I'd been in this hell for over nine months. There was no more me, not that me that had been when I had my trip, that one was dead, this me, whoever it was, was just an empty shell, a hollow creature and I had no idea what my future would hold. Not at all.