章節 92: 12. Copacabana
Just as I anticipated, the number two approached me, asking, "Have you calmed down now? Can we explore what we're capable of, just the two of us? But first, allow me to ease your tension, and things will proceed much smoother."
His voice, a silky whisper, caressed my ear while his hands enveloped me, drawing me closer. At that moment, number two struck me on the flank with a sedative, causing my mind to blur. My body, weakened by the drug, nearly gave way as Charles took over the scanner. Meanwhile, Adam engaged in lively conversation with Penn, while Damon and Mariella inspected the meat and scanned the produce.
Guiding me deeper into the hall where the meats were stored, number two directed a pointed gaze at number one. Against the wall, he pressed me firmly, lifting my shirt and inserting a cannula into my stomach. I felt a trickle and observed as he squeezed gel from another bag, directly into my stomach through the cannula. Placing his hand over my mouth, he stared at me coldly, his ice-blue eyes even more merciless than number one's had ever been.
I could sense his dominance in my mind as he commanded, "Now, you will remain silent and obedient. The effects will take hold within a minute."
I could feel his fingers rubbing the jelly, the sticky texture clinging to my skin. He squeezed eight bags, causing me to feel completely gelled up. The drug was becoming increasingly potent, making it hard for me to walk straight. I found myself gripping his arm for support, struggling to stand upright.
Number Two taunted, "You can't defeat me. This amount of jelly will render you harmless for 24 hours, and I will continue to gel up even more. Plus, my will controls your thoughts, preventing you from telling anyone. I win, Mimi. It's 1-0, game over. Get used to it, because with me, you'll always face obstacles. I don't tolerate disobedience, I flank. Just ask Mariella. I put her in her place and showed number one how it's done. Maybe I'll do the same with you."
I thought, "You can talk all you want, but I'll take action."
We wandered around the farm, and the situation reminded me of Damien - constant babbling. I couldn't bear to listen or be sedated for 24 hours. My rage began to surface, fueled by pent-up frustration. We continued walking, and I received a flank injection, but with the force of my anger, I blew it away instantly.
I observed as Mariella purchased all the eggs once again, along with the chicks that Mimosa typically devoured. Adam and Charles examined the fish, while number one selected smoking chips. I let them have their choices, realizing there was nothing I could do about it. Penn was engrossed in conversation with Adam and Charles, causing Mariella and Damon to frown in disappointment. Their discussion revolved around nostalgic flea memories, leaving no room for Mariella or Damon to join in.
Number two said to number one, "Rage on display, effectively, so well that no flank works now. That could be a challenging case."
Number one smiled to himself. His other version, not having dealt with Mimi so much, can't always work the way Mimi needs to be dealt with. He was pretty inexperienced yet, but he would learn and adapt to manage this little young lady.
But fine, he'd be off soon to put one young lady in her place, and then they'd get to the new house and take the rage, and Damon thought he'd try to see if he could get their willpower to join forces. She was the power battery of the pack and that willpower belonged to him and the pack, but he, as an alpha male, would take first most of it to himself as he was supposed to be the strongest of the pack, leader.
But he did not think that was he ready to be the leader, the alpha male ready to defend his pack no matter what, or was his lustful side yet too strong to lure him in bed with Mariella even some threat would be out there let's say for Mimi. He was just simply being greedy and not thinking things through properly. He wanted his lion's share of Mimi's power, as he had seen her always stronger than he was. And now, him being the leader; the alpha was something that irritated him.
We were walking along the farm, and number one came up and looked at me. I was sober and walked by myself as number two was more or less irritated as I had yanked myself off from his grip. Number one smirked at me, seeing my rage.
He said, " Fine, why don't you come with me so number two can have some quality time with Mariella?"
He took me in his grip, pulling me against him, and oh, how the needle sank into my lung. I could feel the drug irritating my lungs, but I suppressed my need to cough. Fine. Never mind, I'll use my rage to block effects. Then I felt him in my mind and my rage. Oh, fuck, this one's sticking my rage in my bundle.
Damon said to me. His voice was quiet but dangerous, almost. "In a minute, baby, we're going to get in the car, and you stay in control. We're going to teleport to the house and then, missy, have a little anger management session with you first. Then it's a full health check, extensive blood tests, and imaging, and we'll start looking at the heat and reproduction. Baby, I swear, this time, you'll make the puppies, and you'll make them first."
I was silent and knew that with cats; we have a few things we can do to make sure we don't make kittens if we don't want to. That's an interesting idea. I'd have to come up with some conditions for when I do kittens. I wanted to be in good condition and not waste away making huge litters, but this guy next to me did not even think about that side of the story at all.
To him, this was just his control over me, nothing more. There were no heart pictures in his eyes or loving gaze when he pictured me pregnant with litter after litter. No, this was just his will, and he wanted me to obey. Loving and being a perfect spouse, father, and male were all reserved for Mariella.
But when I thought of having intense heat, it was not all bad. A three-month fucking holiday with Charles didn't sound like a bad idea, not at all. It sounded like an excellent idea and would probably be a great time. I'd take Adam as soon as possible because four males for four females, if only the second one had the guts to go to the wolves.
We were still walking along, and I didn't care whether I was on medication. I kind of spaced out and let my mind wander. I just remembered when Damon took me to the drive-in theatre for the first time. Although I don't remember which movie, as we were fucking wildly the whole time in the car. By the way, it's not good to fuck in a car, not at all. It's quite cramped, and you have to be relatively limber in some positions.
It had been one of the smaller cars that we had back then, and our passion for each other knew no boundaries. But then again, I had been different, and Damon had been really different back then. It was way before the first torture session.
Salvatore chuckled next to me, obviously spying on my thoughts. He thought I was thinking that, intending to seduce him or something, but the fact remained, that we were no more like we had been back then and I was not sure if we were at all.
I switched my thoughts from Charles and my fuck session, or Adam and mine, to our raucous cave sex. I planned all kinds of fantasies about our upcoming heat. Number one's chuckling stopped pretty quickly. His grip got almost painful, and we headed for the car where, by now, the others were already coming. Damon teleported the car with one thought to the house and us behind.
We went inside, and Mariella and the wolves scoured the house, as did Adam Charles, who explored eagerly. Damon took me upstairs, and we passed a few rooms before he found the right one. It was one of the regular bedrooms, not my hidden rooms, of which quite a few were in this house. I knew that breaking down the walls would reveal them, but I didn't want to.
Damon gently placed me on the soft bed, ensuring my comfort. The room was sealed, providing us with privacy. The sedative he administered was potent, and its effects quickly took hold. I lay there, barely conscious, my body relaxed and devoid of any coherent thoughts.
Then, Damon approached the bed, and with an almost magical touch, he undressed me, leaving me completely bare. He gathered me into his arms, his touch soothing and comforting. As he held me close, he whispered to me, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and longing.
"Mimi, I wanted to take care of you, to heal the pain that burdened your mind. But you had already hidden it away. I yearned to hold you, to shield you from harm. But then, you left. It shattered my heart. That's why I cast the spell, for I couldn't bear the thought of being without you, knowing what you had endured, and not being able to help. The pack, they couldn't bear it either."
Silence enveloped us for a moment. I knew that my response wouldn't be what Damon wanted to hear, but I couldn't bring myself to lie. It was time to face reality, to let go of any romantic illusions. My life simply didn't unfold that way.
In a soft voice, I spoke my truth. "Then why didn't you? That's your answer, Damon. Mariella. Regardless of my condition or the hardships I faced, you always chose her over me. How can I trust you to choose me when I truly need it? You knew I wouldn't sleep for two days on just one dose. There was no IV keeping me sedated. Deep down, you knew, and you witnessed the extent of my brokenness. You wouldn't have been able to mend me. You would have pitied me or treated me delicately, just like the rest of the pack. I don't need pity. I need someone to love me unconditionally. I felt tainted, shattered, and used. I betrayed my alpha, and yet, my alpha side mourned the loss of those feral cubs. How could anyone love a wreck like me? I needed someone strong enough to choose me over anyone else. But you didn't trust me. You didn't listen to me or look into my mind. My trust in you shattered, and I'm unsure if it will ever be restored, because Mariella and her desires consume your world, not me."
Damon remained silent, understanding the weight of my words. He gave me yet another injection on my flank, causing drowsiness to wash over me. His gaze lingered on me for a moment before bestowing another flank in my lungs, lulling me into a deep, unconscious state.
Damon was quiet. Mimi had said it. He had chosen Mariella and sex. If Charles had gotten into the medbay, he would have wrapped himself around Mimi and not let her go. But he didn't. Why didn't he see that before? It was so obvious again, and he could never tell Mariella anything about it. She did not trust him anymore, and it shattered his heart, yet he knew that there was nothing he could do about that. It was just as it was and maybe, time would heal, but the rift between him and Mimi remained deep and profound. There were no of them right now.
This was just between him and Mimi—their secret. Mimi was asleep now, and he should be furious, but he couldn't bear to be in the same room with Mimi any longer, realizing how awful it must have been to wake up alone once again. And so after Charles told him repeatedly that Mimi needed to be safe.
He had let her down; he had not trusted her and he knew he was not the same damon that he was with her. That side of him, he would have believed her, he would have saved her, and he would never have done that session to her or shook hands with Damien. what side of him it was and what future brought to him, he did not know.
And then the whole fucking shed session, and he had to chase demons and fight in fight clubs. Again, he wasn't putting Mimi back in shape, and he knew about the respiratory therapy that Mimi had to have. He should just start believing that Mimi will never trust him as she once did. He had heard it from her own lips and it made his soul ache, and he was not sure if even Mariella could soothe this ache in his soul.
Mimi now had Charles, and Damon had wandered over to Mariella in his thoughts, looked her in the eye and took her into one bedroom, and started fucking her brains out. Number two came along as well. He couldn't be bothered with health checks or anger management now. That revelation had been shocking enough, and now it was time to vent.
Mariella responded to his frenzy with her own, and the two had joined at some point. Damon didn't want to talk yet. All he wanted to do now was fuck and concentrate on the raw, brutal sex. At least he was good at that. He had Mariella, and it had to be enough. Even it felt like something was missing from his life and his soul. He tried to fuck his frustrations away.
I woke up a few hours later. I got out of bed naked. Fine, we'll shower and get dressed. We're going to eat because we're hungry. On the way to the kitchen, we discover we live in a lust pack, and the entire pack is fucking, except us. We are pleased when our rage is not addressed and then decide to go to the gym for a bit to vent that rage. It would ease things too, but I could feel that vortex forming inside me and knew that at some point I would have to have again special session with Adam and Charles again.
I was just thinking as I ate that oh if only the world were like a soap opera and everything would be forgotten, you could come back together again and again, and nothing would matter as long as there was epic love. I didn't feel epic, not at all. I felt like my rage needed draining, which meant a good hard session at the gym.
Love and being in love was a hard thing in real life and with me, Chaos it felt sometimes impossible. Of course, I had my feelings and my needs but also I knew that those weren't anyone's priority and I had learned over the years to suppress my needs, wants, and yearnings as well and to make sure that everyone else gets happiness. Was it healthy or good for me? Hell no, but it was just who I was.
Now this was time to do some physical stuff, which helped a lot. Pack fucked their rage and whatnot. It had never been my thing. I was a more violent type and for me; I had hit and beat my rage out. I was ready for that, too. I'd gotten a good gym here with an obstacle course, sensors, etc. Magnum had actually done most of the work before he had metalized.
After that, I could turn on the sauna and really relax in the sauna and just enjoy myself. It makes me feel pretty good when I can get my rage out and get some damn good workouts on top of it. My body likes to fit and hitting and kicking makes endorphins flow and it gives me a pleasant buzz.
I know it would be good to get my rage contained less, but Damon cannot work with me unless I do as he wishes when I don't want to lie, not to myself and not to him. No good will come of it for anyone. And if there's still a litter somewhere in between, well, we'll see what comes of it.
At first, I selected the room where I would spend my time and I called Jarod, and talked with him for about four hours. It felt good to speak with him as he understood me, more profound than anyone else. He knew about that year and he kept his mouth shut. He had been so shocked by it and he had been one security for me.
This whole time, after Magnum had been put to sleep, I had no one to talk to but Jarod, and he was more than willing to help and listen. Me being the alpha female and everything else was just fascinating to him and he understood my point of view, it always calmed me down when I got to talk to him, and he was never on Damon's or Mariella's side and he saw how I was mistreated.
After my call, it was a good time to hit the gym. Jarod had gotten my rage out, as he had pointed out all the shitty things that Pack had done to me, so had a lot to unload for.
I went to the gym, did my work, several hours there, about five or six, and then to the sauna. There I spent time too. I had time and being alone was a good thing, gave me space and time to think things through.
And I watched movies in my little sheltered wing. There was no wing in this house, but there were passages behind the doors, and no one would ever actually find them. Here, I had several lovely nests where it was just perfect to lie and lounge around.
My room and I spent a week there, doing whatever I wanted to do. I was enjoying my life as a loner, a lone wolf in the pack whose life work was fucking more or less. I understood they had lusts. My lust was strong too, but I knew how to use it for different things than sex.
They just did not want to. I had experimented on Charles's and Adam's lusts too and again; I could use them to fuel my other passions, not need to fuck. I didn't have any rocks here, but the craft room and, most importantly, the girls' pleasure room were also sheltered here.
I came up with a plan, quite a naughty one if you ask Damon, but then again, this plan would ensure that no one would get too weak when making cubs and we would make cubs, so everyone would win. Though I was not sure if Damon would see it as such, then again, it would be too late for him to do anything when my plan would come to fruition.
When you are an alpha female, alpha power is what it is, and you have cats inside you with their views on how we reproduce. My cats would love to make Damon 1-0 if they could. And now we've just come up with a little thing where I get myself all excited at the heat time and then bang on everyone's heat when I get it on myself.
No more forced heat from men. We, as alpha females, decide when and how we want it. To do that, we need a pleasure room for the girls and books. We need to get the urge on properly, and honeydew berries help. Let's get them too.
The goal was to get yourself in such a horny mood when you can for so long and, at the same time, decide you want to have a heat time. I had learned this from a book as well, and it was a good idea. Then everyone would be happy when we could have a proper fucking holiday.
I hadn't decided how much I would breed because there is a way to limit the number of puppies and the number of litters. I would show this pack as a modern pack. One where the female has the power to decide what stresses she puts her body under. This would be a new time for the pack and I was not doing this out of disrespect for Damon but out of necessity, to protect us, females. Breeding is hard work and there have to be limits too. But they would soon see it.
每周推薦票狀態
-- 推薦票
榜單 
-- 推薦票