章 61: 21. When You're Gone.
Mariella observed Mimi in her slumber, noticing her peaceful expression and youthful appearance. The delicate features of her face, enhanced by long black lashes, cast gentle shadows on her pale cheeks. As Mariella admired Mimi's rosy, kissable lips, she couldn't help but wonder how she would react if awakened with a kiss.
Mimi's flawless skin emitted a radiant glow, while her blood-red, curly hair exuded a tantalizing scent of passionfruit. Mariella, feeling a surge of desire, ran her fingers through Damon's thick, curly hair, savoring its texture. Their passionate kiss intensified, with Mariella's tongue exploring Damon's mouth, as if she wanted to consume him entirely.
Breaking away from their fervent embrace, Damon whispered innocently into Mariella's ear, suggesting that she undress and join him and Mimi in bed to experience the intoxicating allure of Mimi's pheromones. Obliging without hesitation, Mariella shed her clothes and nestled beside Mimi, burying her head in Mimi's neck to inhale deeply.
The scent of strawberry passionfruit mingled with the subtle notes of fresh cream and sweet buns, arousing a stirring sensation within Mariella. It was only then that she realized the trap Damon had cunningly set for her. These pheromones were designed for a specific purpose, and she had fallen right into his scheme.
Mimi exuded a delicate scent, a fragrance of fertility and the promise of new life. Mariella absorbed it all, feeling her body instinctively preparing to carry their babies. The concept was enchanting, but this was Damon's trap, crafted with his signature finesse. Damon excelled at manipulating desires, making Mimi fertile and igniting her longing for pregnancy.
"Seriously, darling, babies? How did you manage this?" Mariella asked, her surprise and confusion evident.
Damon chuckled, his laughter filled with a mix of mischief and mastery. "When I didn't, Mimi took matters into her own hands. She's a strong, independent woman, ready and eager to create a life with me. I merely enhanced her readiness with a few pheromones. Can't you sense her readiness to conceive?"
He explained. "We still have time to harness the alpha power and channel the loose energy because I've timed the pregnancy for four months. Everything is in place for us to have babies, too."
Mariella's gaze met Damon's, a flame of desire flickering within her. The very thought of it made her body respond, a surge of wetness between her thighs.
"Will you...?" she trailed off, her voice filled with anticipation.
Damon laughed, his voice now dripping with lazy danger and dominance, intensifying Mariella's arousal.
"I will breed Mimi, make her pregnant, but she won't know. I'll keep her sedated, and if you desire, you can watch her in her helpless state as she slowly realizes what I'm doing. And once she's certain, I'll have her filled with sedative jelly by numbers two and five, and number seven when I finally have you. Number Two will have the pleasure of creating babies with wolves," he explained.
Mariella's excitement surged at the prospect, her words dripping with eagerness. "I'm ready, my beautiful husband. Show me how you'll guide your wife on this journey. Let's ensure Mimi's pregnancy is thorough and complete."
Damon positioned himself on the other side of the bed, beside Mimi, his hands gently exploring her exposed, pale skin. He undressed her, his touch evoking a response from her slumbering form, eliciting soft sighs and movements. He stroked her, caressing her, making the scent of strawberry and champagne floating in the air.
Damon possessed an intimate understanding of a woman's body, his hands skillfully coaxing her into a state of readiness, her desire growing with each passing moment. Damon had been titled in times the World's best lover and he was living up to this reputation.
Mimi stirred, emitting sleepy moans as Damon guided her head to his neck, ensuring she absorbed every pheromone. Damon then reclined on his back, lifting Mimi onto him, her legs straddling his form. She was quite limp and not really reacting too much. Damon did not speak to her. Not yet.
Mariella observed the scene, her eyes transfixed as Mimi's legs settled on either side of Damon's body, with Mariella providing support. Damon grasped his monumental cock, parting Mimi's swollen lips to offer Mariella an unobstructed view of her exposed, eager pussy. She loved to see that enormous cock just plunging into Mimi.
With a controlled force, Damon plunged himself mercilessly into Mimi, his hands firmly gripping her hips, pulling her into a rhythm dictated by his desire. Mimi gasped a little, and then when Damon was as deep as he could go, he pulled Mimi's upper body into him again and pressed her head against his neck, fucking her hard underneath.
I was tired but awake kind of when Mariella came into the room, but I wasn't paying attention to what they were saying. I could feel her coming next to me and smelling my neck, but I was too tired to really even think anything about it. Damon undressed me and started to stroke and caress and that boy knows his business, so I was getting in the mood, so to speak. When Damon then lifted me on top of him and pushed his cock into my pussy, I was surprised, but it felt great, and I enjoyed it. I was quite damn ready for this.
He pressed my head against his neck, and I relaxed, letting the pleasure build, and came several times very hard. I loved to smell his pheromones; they brought just so perfect feeling of safety and relaxation. Many times, I felt him shoot his load right inside me, sometimes filling me up. So soon, He rolled me under him, we kissed, and he was absolutely wild.
I recovered and slowly became a bit more involved. I had to be, as this was absolutely a hurricane. I let my inner sex beast come forth and let it loose. I was a little naughty, and I had undiluted lust and I gave him a good dose of that through our bond, and it made him quite damn wild. I do not know how on earth I could keep up with him. We banged out a few good waves of lust, too. I don't know how long we fucked, but eventually, I was exhausted. He rolled me on top of him, still inside me and flooding in.
He whispered in my ear, " Congratulations, baby, you've just been conceived. We are pregnant, and it will last four months, baby."
Oh yeah, now I felt my sensations aligned and was exhausted. Freaking 1-0 he had just done to me.
I said, " Is that so wise? My head's not in the right place yet. Those shed sessions are still in there." My voice was quite tired and my body was warm and limp.
Damon replied, " Shh. Sleep. It helps rest for a while, and then you'll see. We have time to get your head on straight."
He stroked me and the tiredness was getting more and more on me.
I was getting tired and realized that this Satan had drugged me again. He moved me next to him, and then I felt someone lift me in their arms. I opened my eyes, seeing that this was number five, and he carried me somewhere, then I fell asleep.
Five carried Mimi to the medbay, where an incubator was ready. They would keep her mostly asleep so she could tolerate this saturation of sedatives. Mimi would be gelled every day for two weeks so that she would be wholly sedated, as harmless as possible, and then there would be an alpha power cleanse.
She needed to be unable to fight back, as her alpha power was brutally strong. It would require force to get that stuck dirt moving, and it would be very painful. They would not get it clear yet, but a little cleaner, and then next time might be a little easier and then next time. It would be up to them to just remember to clean that power often at first.
After which, there would be a power suck. They would see if they could find those shed-session memories somewhere in between. The gelling would help with that, too, and both were in Mimi's mind all the time. If the memory came up, they would anchor themselves to each other and the memory. They would work as a pair. With that, they should be able to pull themselves out of the memory and track where it was coming from.
They gelled Mimi quickly and efficiently. There was nourishment in it, and then they would lift her into the incubator and make food out of all the meat and supplies they could find. She would be out cold, most of the time.
I was in the incubator, and that's what I realized, messed up on some fucking powerful medicine and gelled up. I had no sense of time. I was in a pretty damn helpless state again. Now, I understood nothing at all. Slowly, reality gave way, and I went where I didn't want to go. I didn't want to shed, and I didn't understand why Damon wasn't protecting my thoughts anymore.
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Damon's sinister voice whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Lost and disoriented, I couldn't recall how long this torturous session had been. The malice and perverted pleasure in his tone made me cringe, urging me to block out his words. But I couldn't escape his sadistic narrative.
"Come on, baby, I'm still working on you," he taunted, relishing in my suffering. "Oh, I've been enjoying myself so damn much. Just another two months, maybe a couple of weeks more. You still have some fight left in you." His words dripped with a sick delight.
He described the method, his voice dripping with sickening excitement. "I'll connect you to these metal drips. Magnetic, liquid iron, to be precise. I'll cannulate your heart, allowing me to observe how the metal flows through your body. I put these filaments in your skin. That's how I'll know when you're ready for the next step."
With cold precision, he cannulated my heart and released the thick metallic fluid into my veins. The weight of it pressed against my chest, suffocating me. Damon watched intently as the iron filaments danced across my skin, guided by the magnetic force. It was an eerie spectacle, watching the metal move within me.
Only when the filaments reached my fingertips, did Damon speak again, his voice filled with twisted satisfaction. "Well, now you're magnetic. I'll inject three more bags to ensure it's enough. Then, my baby, the real fun begins."
The bags were emptied swiftly, flooding me with more iron. The sensation of the filaments piercing through my skin intensified as the magnetism grew stronger.
Damon's sadistic plan became apparent as he revealed his next step. "Alright, I'm going to suspend you over a pool filled with all sorts of sharp and intriguing iron pieces. Let's see just how attractive you can be."
He maneuvered me with a scaffolding-like contraption, raising me slowly before lowering me into the metal-filled abyss. Before I even reached the bottom, the sharp pieces of metal collided with my back, igniting a fiery explosion of pain throughout my entire body.
I gasped, struggling to breathe as the metal pieces sank into me, embedding themselves in my flesh. The agony was unbearable, yet Damon's voice echoed with sick delight in my ears, reveling in my torment.
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Five said, "Showtime. I'm the anchor, and you're going down memory lane now."
They linked to each other. When they felt the memory begin, seven went with it, and he felt the metal sinking in. He gasped out of the pain and it was so eerie to hear his own voice taunting to him. It was him in this memory. The spell made it so. He was helpless, feeling pain exploding all over his body.
Then the five pulled him a little bit away from the memory, and after a while, the pain eased up as he was just now a spectator in this memory. The seven stood in the shed watching himself, Damien, that is, watching him torture Mimi. He watched it in disgust and rage. Damien had been truly a monster and sometimes he hoped to bring him alive just so he could kill him this time.
He said to the five, " Fine, I'm in position. Tell number one."
He kept watching, hearing Mimi's screams, Damien taunting her, talking to her all the time.
Five said, " Just give me a minute, and I'll let you know. "
Seven could feel his rage growing minute by minute. He wanted this trash out of Mimi's mind, and fast too.
Five said to Mariela, " Darling, what's the situation? We have a shed session memory here that's been captured. If you and number one want to come and see. Seven is on the target. He is in, watching this magnetism from hell."
Mariella sighed with relief. At last, they would at least get them. She was already pregnant. Damon number two and the wolves had been very effective in the affair. Boys had gelled Mimi for a week.
Mariella said to Damon, " Honey, boys number five and seven would have one of the shed's session memories trapped and tagged; what do you say we find the shit out of it? They are on target. Everything is ready for us to get some shit out of her mind and a lot of. My factory is ready to take that shit and cleanse it. "
Damon grunted dangerously and said, "First, a shower, darling. You still need to be taught, and taught well."
The shower was pretty damn brutal, and Mariella learned to be a very good girl. The bruises weren't all gone by the time she got her clothes from Damon. She was full of his fingerprints and palm prints too. But she loved the pain/pleasure combo. made her quite wild. They got dressed and went to the medbay.
Still as a dead body, Mimi lay in the incubator, but Damon immediately sensed her distress. He was happy with that. He wanted to feel her and they got down to business. The five would give a loose seven, and the memory would continue; five would mark the memory all the time. After a while, they would try to wake Mimi so that the memory would escape, but it would be properly attached, and they would get to the source. Then Mimi would get immediately some sedatives and jelly, and they would unravel the memories. She would have no memory of them, not one chip. Now, their recovery would go forward and properly.
Damon nodded, Number five sighed and gave loose on number seven, and the memory moved again. The torture continued, and Mimi's distress was even more clear in Damon's mind.
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Surrounded by an unknown duration of metal fragments, I felt them piercing into my flesh, tearing and scraping, causing unimaginable agony that threatened to push me into unconsciousness.
Damon, taking his time, spoke with a twisted pleasure, "Yes, isn't this enjoyable? Now you have all the metal you need. Go on, then."
Using the scaffolding, he hoisted me up, the weight of the metal pressing against my body. I was full of metal. Pieces were embedding themselves deep in my body, moving all the time in the rhythm of my heart. Covered in a metallic shroud, he suspended me in the air for what felt like hours, observing as the fragments sank deeper into my being. To prevent me from passing out, he administered adrenaline and Ritalin. He talked to me all the time. His sadistic pleasure was so damn clear, it made me sick to my stomach.
After a prolonged period of observation, he nonchalantly declared, "Well, let's proceed. The metallic crumbs have embedded themselves within you, some still in motion. But fear not. This next contraption will ease your burden."
Gesturing towards a tube, he positioned me on strips within its center. Pointing to a slender rod, he explained, "This is a magnet, a powerful electromagnet that will encircle the inside of the tube. It will attract and extract the metal residing within you. Let's witness how much it pulls out."
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Damon said, " Well, let's wake the lady up. "
He walked over to Mimi and slapped her across the face with his open palm.
"Mimi, time to wake up. Get a move on." His voice was demanding, dominating.
Seven said tensely, "It's still going on. She's so medicated."
Number one struck again, demanding Mimi wake up as many times. Until Seven said triumphantly. " Found it. The memory got away, and it's tagged. "
Mimi stirred in the incubator's warmth, and five came over, turned on the faucet, and put the jelly on. It was so warm in there that jelly would melt and absorb fast. After a moment, Mimi sighed and drifted off to sleep. Five let all the jelly flow into his wife, and Damon made an even more potent cocktail to put Mimi into an even deeper sleep.
He put the cocktail directly into Mimi's heart, and she groaned, falling into a deep sleep where no evil could enter. Her heart beat steadily, but slowly.
The entire pack was ready, and they dove into Mimi's head. Damon was relieved to see how much Mimi had already recovered. It was wondrous to see just how much of the scars had faded and even completely healed.
How his love and the love of the pack are helping Mimi. They followed the tag and found the place where it broke again. The good thing about this was that it wasn't Mimi's doing, so there was no chaos or willpower to push through first. But it took them time and energy to break the floor at that point. Damien had used partly Damon's own telepathy, and those witches had put quite a damn potent spell into her.
Once they got a good-sized hole onto the floor where memory had escaped, Mariella stopped anyone from going in there right away, and she put the energy and the hose and started sucking the shit out of it. No one would witness anything from these memories. She had help, though. A bunch of mini Mimosas, with a bunch of herbs in their mouths, jumped into the cavity and started working.
Then she let it all down into the chamber after she had gotten most of it out and messed everything up so that nothing was recognizable. To clean and repair. But again, there was a space, and they wondered what they could put in here to fill it up. The cavern was huge, but it was clean, and no bad things were there.
It took them five days, and now they'd have a couple of days to rest to keep Mimi gelled up before the next chore of cleaning the alpha power. It would be one hellish task to get that power to even start to clean up a bit.
Damon was genuinely happy. He had helped Mimi, and it felt so damn good. He could still do one more thing for her, and he would. But for now, they were off to dinner and a few more days of fucking before the next physical job.
They had to unload and get ready to do this mega task next. It would be one of the tasks that would be repeated regularly, and it would take years to get that power all clean and sparkly. All the shit that she had gone through would still affect that power, smudging it, so this was a long-time project.
I was in the incubator again. Somewhere in between, I was awake, and then I wasn't. I couldn't remember anything about the shed session, but I was getting really drugged. I couldn't talk anymore, and I was just. I didn't feel so bad because some Salvatorian will in my head let me panic or suffer. I just had to be.
Then somehow, it was connected to the fact that I felt so fucking well about everything. Five came to lift me now to the hospital bed and tested my sense of touch, which I felt was fantastic, even though I couldn't express it. Every damn crinkle felt like my position was not nice. It was always that somewhere, something would bother me.
He said," There was a reason for this gelling, my love. Now it's your turn to have your alpha power cleaned first, and then you'll be discharged when you've recovered from that. We have taken those enormous crystals from your stone room and are gathering your power in them. If we could get your power level up to a reasonable level, that would also help things along. Then we can focus on baby time."
He put some stuff in the IV, and it's still sensitizing my senses.
"To get that alpha power clean, even a bit, you need to feel very well to get that goo going."
Oh, that's nice. Let's be completely unreceptive and yet feel everything so damn well. I was not able to get even fucked up because of the Salvatore will in my mind. I just thought that I saved my fucked upness for later. This is so my life.
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