Kapitel 91: 11. Papa Don't Preach.
Damon and Mariella sat in the dimly lit kitchen, the only occupants at this late hour. The faint hum of the refrigerator filled the air as they indulged in their meal. Mimi, occupied with her own task, remained oblivious to their peculiar dining time at three in the morning.
Damon's mind wandered, contemplating the various things he could do to Mimi, although no concrete plans had been made. He hadn't bothered to check on her activities for several days, while Mariella, ever vigilant, periodically scanned her radar for any signs of trouble. It was a routine she enjoyed, catching people off guard when they neglected their nutritional needs.
Mariella took pleasure in summoning them to eat and ensuring they consumed what was necessary, although she had to be cautious not to cause any intestinal blockage, a specialty of Salvatore's. As she opened her radar, a crease formed on her forehead, her focus drawn to the four blips on the screen. Lepard, in particular, appeared highly stressed, leaving Mariella bewildered.
Seeking Damon's insight, she voiced her concerns, pondering the actions of boys and Adam and Charles. "Damon, something's amiss with the boys. Lepard seems distressed, but why? Are they venting their frustrations on Mimi? What the hell is going on?"
Damon grunted, his attention now fixed on Mariella's radar. He observed her actions with disapproval, his frustration growing. A quiet curse escaped his lips as he delved into the past, intensifying his expletives.
His voice, filled with quiet tension, addressed Mariella, "Darling, Mimi. Look at when the four of them prepared to confront her, dropping hints for days. And if you recall, what was Mimi's original plan after the karaoke? Well, let's just say she executed her plan flawlessly. Now Lepard is involved. Mimi has utilized her alpha power, her chaos, and her vampire abilities. She has given her pheromones on each of them and infused them with those very pheromones, ensuring they all contribute to her perfect 'bump.' And she's storing that energy. At this very moment, Lepard is giving her a thorough filling, and we both know she's in remarkable shape, further strengthening herself in the process."
Mariella remained silent, her mind racing with jealousy. The bitter taste of envy lingered in her mouth as she recalled her years of mistress sessions and the power she held over those wild, chained men. But now, Mimi had stolen her spotlight. Not only had she secured Charles as her protector, but he had also given her the special bump that Mariella had longed for. The sting of jealousy consumed her as she contemplated her next move.
As Mariella's thoughts swirled, a sense of urgency washed over her. She knew that Damon, her confidant, and pack leader, would need to intervene swiftly. But how? The familiar scent of anticipation hung in the air as she watched Damon, already plotting his next move. He desired to put Mimi in her place, to remind her of her position. And Mariella craved the satisfaction of seeing it unfold.
Damon's voice broke the silence, a dangerous undertone laced within his soft words. Mariella could feel the weight of his command, urging her to take action.
"Darling, this must end now. Number Two and I will go first. I will confront Mimi, and if necessary, handle her. It will be an alpha power cleanse, but that requires two weeks of preparation. Actions have consequences, and we must ensure our alpha power remains pure."
The room hummed with tension as Mariella absorbed Damon's plan. The sound of her racing heartbeat filled her ears, drowning out any other noise. She understood that the rest of them would clean their power during Mimi's confinement in the cage. The scent of determination mixed with the faint metallic tang of anticipation as Mariella imagined the control they would exert over Mimi during those two weeks.
"Mimi, now weighing 78 kilos," Damon continued, his words cutting through the air, "will endure the confinement and the gelling process under the watchful eyes of Two and Five. Once our alpha power is cleared, she will recover. Then I will join forces with her, and somewhere in between, we will unleash our power. But make no mistake, the lady will learn her lesson."
The room fell silent once again, the weight of their intentions hanging in the air. Mariella could feel the tension, the anticipation of what was to come. Jealousy fueled her, propelling her forward, as she eagerly awaited the unfolding of their plan.
Mariella agreed wholeheartedly. The Alpha female needed to be properly disciplined and controlled. That was exactly what should be done. No more Mimi taking over the men and enjoying herself that much. She was alpha, but she should know her limits, and what Damon allowed her to do, just like Mariella knew hers.
They finished their meal, and Damon said, " Darling, you wait outside while I catch up with Mimi, and the number two are there too, so we can be sure the lady will be under control. Then you can help the men. Try to see that no one has any grudges against Mimi, at least none that they want to deal with, but we do the jelly every day so that Mimi is tied up and can fight the jelly as much as she likes and then there is an audience with a two-way mirror."
Damon's voice was now still quiet but sharp and he was ready to put Mimi in her place and properly so. Mariella thought she might want to witness that scene to herself as well, to see the once-powerful alpha female become sedated and helpless.
Mariella nodded, and she was done, too. Damon went to get the cage ready. It would be in the basement, and there would be a viewing window. The idea was to put Mimi completely in a state where she wouldn't fight any but, then again, would feel everything. They did this to get the cleansing of the alpha power a little faster. If this would help, it would not take a week to cleanse the power, but Mimi, being Mimi, Damon couldn't rule anything out yet.
Cleansing that smutty power of hers was an effort that involved the entire pack and it was never pleasant for Mimi, but they needed to do this in order to get rid of some of the gunk that had accumulated over the years into her alpha power. Both of them were in the grips of their jealousy and neither of them stopped and thought things through, but they let their emotions rule over their reason.
I was astride Lepard, relishing the sensation of him surging inside me once again. Soon, I anticipated switching to Charles, who appeared eager and ready. Charles beckoned me to engage with him while Lepard remained calm. He was on the verge of experiencing the ultimate pleasure, allowing the intensity to wash over him.
Thick, warm cream filled me deliciously, its warmth seeping into every fiber of my being. I savored the feeling of it saturating and coalescing within me. I stole kisses from Lepard, who remained both furious and helpless. Yet, a subtle smile played on his lips occasionally, indicating my impending victory.
As the door swung open, I initially failed to notice, until the commanding voice of Arctic Salvatore broke through, ordering, "That's enough, Mimi. Get out of there right now."
Lost in my blissful reverie, I struggled to take him seriously. Lepard continued to fill me, then abruptly emptied, only to be filled again as I resumed my movements, preparing for another explosive release.
Before I could fully respond, my hands were abruptly ensnared, and I was lifted away from Lepard, as if by some mystical force. I had no chance to utter a word as a hand pressed firmly against my face, effectively silencing me. Damon held my wrists firmly with one hand while wrapping the other around my body, securing me tightly against him. He kept his palm pressed against my mouth.
His voice hissed in my ear, "Now baby, another lesson: actions and consequences. Your behavior indicates a need to cleanse your alpha power, so you'll have to endure the jelly treatment for a few weeks. It shall serve as a punishment as well. And the cage, too, will be reintroduced. You're in such good condition that two weeks of minor fasting will be easy for you. The jelly will provide nutrition, and you'll receive caffeine daily."
He removed his palm from my mouth, awaiting my response.
I sighed and replied, "When will I be unloaded instead of having my alpha power cleansed?"
Damon grunted and answered, "That, baby, what you did won't help with unloading, but we'll get there, eventually. However, you see, sweetheart, when we unite our alpha powers, I want them to be pure. Once your power is cleansed, we'll merge our strengths, and then, baby, then you'll have an alpha male who will always be stronger than you, no matter where you are. And after that, I'll effortlessly guide you as we decompress."
Oh, my god. As he gazed through this room and saw naked men, collectors in their dicks, he frowned. The look of disbelief on his face was palpable, but there was no time to explain it to him. Our alpha powers combined wouldn't work, especially not after this. He would learn the hard way about the consequences of his actions. Suddenly, he teleported me to a dimly lit basement. As my eyes adjusted, I saw an enormous cage dominating the room, with a table adorned with menacing chains. The numbers two and five were already set up, ready to carry out their nefarious plans.
Damon, with a cruel smile on his face, enveloped me in a strange magical energy, keeping me from getting into my rage, and leaving me exposed on the cold table. The restraints were unforgiving, adorned with sharp spikes that dug into my flesh.
Damon studied me momentarily before uttering a chilling sentence, "Two and Five will have their way with you every day. You will be pitted against the jelly, for as long as you can endure. No sedation beforehand. We want to see you suffer and squirm. Let the jelly soak in and then you will get drugged, and you shall feel it."
With those words, he turned his back and walked away, leaving me to my fate.
Two and Five wasted no time maneuvering their large tanks closer to me. They were meticulous and efficient in their preparations. Two informed me, with a sadistic grin, that the two-way mirror allowed the others to watch my torment.
"Fight against us, baby, fight. That's what we're waiting for," he taunted.
They had no intention of jellying my backside; instead, they targeted my limbs, my abdominal cavity, and my skin. The muscle relaxants were administered to maximize the amount of jelly they could pump into me.
First, I was cannulated it was placed in the crook of my arm so I could see it and from there sedatives would be pumped as well, but only after jelly had taken effect. Of course, the first thing that they flooded into my veins was that dental which sensitized my sense of touch.
As the procedure began, I couldn't escape the searing pain. The dental substance heightened my sense of touch, making every sensation excruciating. The cannula would be forcefully inserted into my abdomen, filling me with the sedative jelly, which was agony beyond words.
Two observed my writhing form and remarked, "Before we jelly you up, let's make some room, shall we? You're in pretty damn good shape. We'll extract every bump and reserve the space for the jelly, baby. And let's not forget about those excess spleens; they'll have to come out too."
Without any anesthesia, they opened me up, rendering my voice useless with paralysis. They removed all the bumps, extracted the additional spleens, and meticulously injected the jelly into my abdominal cavity. They sealed my stomach, leaving a cannula in place, allowing the relentless flow of jelly to continue its torment within me.
They were already gelling the base of my skin and my limbs, their hands rubbing and warming me. I could feel their grip tighten, and my struggles and flailing subsided as my strength diminished. The scent of chemicals filled the air, making my head clouded. number Two looked at me with satisfaction when they saw I was becoming sedated. To be completely drugged.
He said, his voice echoing in the dimly lit room. "You may recover for a while the next day. But baby, as long as this goes on, you won't be so refreshed, and in two weeks, we'll get to work on your alpha power."
I hated how I felt, but neither of them had any mercy. Then, their alpha powers were cleansed, too. They left somewhere, because even my number four, my captor, was happy to jelly me even though he could see how uncomfortable I was. That's not all.
I was chained to a cold metal table in a damp basement, confined within a cage. The metallic taste of fear lingered in my mouth. A sharp pinch in my elbow reminded me of the cannula inserted, and I could see it every agonizing minute. I watched as the drugs dripped into my veins from the bag hanging above me. This helplessness was suffocating, and day by day, my heightened sense of touch became a double-edged sword.
The slightest touch was almost painful, but by then, I was too far gone to react to it. To show it hurt. It didn't do a damn thing to help me learn to tolerate it, and I knew that this torment fell into a little category called actions and consequences. Well, there would be consequences, and they wouldn't be pleasant. Because I knew that cannulation would not work for me for a long time, and I was going to fight against every drug, to rip every fucking cannula out, to destroy all the drip bags. But they don't always remember or understand that.
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