Damon lifted Adam into bed and undressed him, then he cannulated and put the special drip on and noticed that Adam's dick was already erect. Damon had studied the bump, or intra-abdominal nutritional fluid, and found that you could manipulate it quite a lot and get a lot of benefit from it, but making it was always a well, a job, and he wanted to study and compare, experiment and he hadn't always had enough of it and if he gave it away then.
But now he would have two donors and a couple of nights. The medicine ensured that Adam was ready to donate, and when Damon, with his psychic abilities, gave Adam the right dreams, he soon realized that the collector he had installed for him was starting to work. Damon knew how to take the odor out of a bump, and when he refined these donations, he would again have spare food for Mimi, but he would have to analyze their composition and all their properties. He was interested to see the nutritional value of their bumps, compared to his, as he was Mimi's biological half and he made pretty perfect stuff, so could the rest of the pack serve Mimi too? And maybe Mimosa.
That's why he wanted to drain the men so they wouldn't be able to scent Mimi right away. In the same way, he made Charles give up every drop of his bump. He knew that after these two nights, their bags would be very empty. He had everything ready and this would benefit the pack as well. He could keep Mimi as his own and get these two into missions or even somewhere else.
Damon had thought to sometimes imprison Bran, give him a little bit of Mimi's feeding gland secretion, and make him produce feeding liquid but then again, Bran was not in perfect physical health most of the time as he did not eat as he should. Damon knew he would also teach men to eat better and he should update Mimi's feeding guide, too.
It would also affect the men's libido because they wouldn't be keen on Mimi if they didn't have any more filling to give. Once the men were in place, Damon got his towels and knife again and took Mimi for a full night's treatment. This kept Damien deeply asleep and then good times on honeymoon would come and maybe after that, they could have yet another year together, too.
He loved this feeling when Mimi came to. How scared she was. Confused, and in pain, he controlled everything. Her pain, her confusion. But then again, he made it all go away and gave her safety. He let his vampire side come out to play with his wife, bleed her, and keep her scared and weak. This was as perfect as it could be.
I wake up. This was not better at any time, ever. Again, I was hurt, scared, and horrified, and then I calmed down, but the pain didn't stop. I saw my neck bleeding many times, and it was scaring me so badly all the time. I was against Damon. His left hand was breaking my ribs, and he kept his right hand or one of his nails on my neck so long I kept losing blood.
And there was always fear and terror. My ribs hurt, my stomach burned, fear was always on, and then there was safety. And still, my stomach was on fire from being stabbed repeatedly. His voice was in my ears telling me things, making me even more scared, in pain, and confused but there was no such helplessness like in to shed, no such need to see me beaten, he just controlled me fully, no questions asked. He gave me pain, but he made me feel safe, full-on safe then again, not so safe.
Damon gelled up Mimi early and let her sit in the chair as he lined the men up. Excellent. When he felt both men's bump pouches, they had already sunk considerably. He had three tanks from each of them given to him, so six tanks of the stuff were already in storage. He was very satisfied with the whole night, and it had helped him to suppress Damien even more.
He gave the men a drug that would put their bump production so full for 12 hours now that there would be a considerable drop after that because they would have used up some of the substances needed for the bump, and you don't get that from food in just one or two meals. They would not understand what they would have to eat as it was not instinctual to eat everything for your bump. Only if there would be a need for Mimi to have their bump, so her pheromones would tell them to need a bump, but not in another way. He would take care of Mimi and ensure that there wouldn't be the need for a bump. Not from those two.
The men would wake up and go off to get dressed and shower when they were all right, and they did that because Damon was directing their thoughts and compelling them. He was their sire, after all. Mimi was gelled up, and he helped her put on this sequined dress. And they'd go off and have another good day.
Damon knew that in time these two would be very strong vampires and Mimi was already one hell of a lot of strong one too. This needed some treatment like bleeding her several times to keep her vampire side under control so she was not going to interfere with flanks. He knew that this was one thing that he needed to focus on honeymoon, to tire the wild cat out once and for all and make sure that no feline heat was coming.
I knew I was gelled when I woke up or realized I was being gelled, but either the medicine was already on so well, or I just couldn't react enough until the jelly was really on. My mind was a drugged-up mess, with no actual idea about anything that I could have done, or acted. No initiative at all. None. I was a gelled-up puppet.
The men had spent the night with their collectors and their dicks, and apparently, Damon wanted a bump donation. I didn't even begin to wonder why or what for. I just went with the flow once again, wherever it took me this time. My mind could not think of any reason, none whatsoever, so I just let it be. He has his plans and I need to be a good girl, a good victim to be controlled, too.
The day was very much the same. I got to be the unruly flanker quite a few times when there were such fucking good victims. We ate and drank, walked, and got lots of genuine threats and medicine on our livers, which were rubbed oh so lovingly I almost took and broke Damon's wrist a couple of times. I hate that liver rub, I really did, and it almost made me blow up my considerable rage on to the surface right from the start too.
He noticed my rage and said, "Well, darling, just let your rage come and wipe that self-control away. You control yourself beautifully, but darling, get mad, and I guarantee there will be two fewer vampires in the pack. And quite fast too. "
I put down my rage. And I kept it down. Somehow, I knew that there would be plenty of opportunities to use it someday. So it would be good to control it too.
He knew how far to go to annoy me to get a reaction, and I tried. God knows I tried to control myself, offer my side, and be nice. I did my very best and oh boy; we got a lot of flanks and no tolerance for them too. I was so happy when it started to be evening. Now soon, self-control wouldn't be quite so necessary because I'd be so fucking medicated I wouldn't care any better.
We had our drinks with the boys again and ducked upstairs, and the same thing. I was stripped and given just enough medicine to put me to sleep myself, only to wake up to my stomach hurting and my ribs hurting, my stomach being sunk by a machete, my neck being slit open, and being mauled a couple of times. But now there was also a little new thing. I had collectors in my fangs too and I could feel him injecting me into something and my teeth would drain even more. Did he really try to drain my fangs empty too?
Damon got the men's bags of bumps pretty much empty, and when he tasted their blood, he was satisfied with the obvious deficiencies in a few substances. They weren't substances that the men themselves needed; they were just made into bumps, but he had told no one everything he knew about bumps by a long shot.
He hit Mimi with a machete, slit her throat a couple of times, stabbed her, calmed her down, and broke her ribs. He had made a special dental substance for Mimi and her fangs were draining too. He wanted her to give him her best substances so his teeth could learn to be even better. He used partially his telepathy for this, making her mind produce certain substances like her version of velvet, which was a wholly new substance, or several sedatives. Of course, Damon also got immunity to them if needed. Now he knew how they were made.
Then he moved on to the men, stabbing them, and broke ribs. It wasn't as enjoyable as Mimi, but when he got to bash Charles properly, it just felt surprisingly good. He had some pathos against these and they would have no idea about this or if they did, it would be just fine as he was their sire and this would be his right as such.
Soon, it would be the last day again, and then he and Mimi would go on a brief trip when Mimosa would get the surprise rush again. Damon had already made sure of that. Mimosa was damn easy to get into heat, and it would be a very good distraction for the men as he'd put off getting into heat with Mirella, too, so that would take care of the two of them while he was with Mimi.
They would have a perfect time and never know where life brings them to. He wanted to have Mimi to himself, not for those two, but just for him. And yet he knew that he would have to share her sometimes as she had to share him, all those years. He knew Mimi had a lot of secrets, a lot of bad stuff that she had gone through and maybe one day he could help her to deal with all of it, take away even some of it.
I woke up again to the jelling and the eager rubbing and smearing of jelly all over my skin and belly cavity. The men were still stunned and after I had been gelled, Damon went to feel both men's lower abdomens, especially on the right side, and was very pleased. Once again, when the men woke up, they were completely at ease as Damon compelled them right in front of me.
My head felt a little tired as I had drained my dental substances for so long and some of them had been hard to make, Damon had also bashed the men as I could see evidence on the bed, but that is what he wanted to do, I am not stopping him.
I knew Damon was strong as hell and probably never would that compulsion go away very easily. Not sure though how well it would stick on me. Even though he had bled me, my wildcat had gotten such a spark from Maggie that it felt like and long time too. It takes quite an effort to power down my vampire side and I can easily make it go deeper, so it is not so obvious how strong I am as a vampire. Somehow, something in my mind wanted to hide my true strength, my powers, and some of my abilities too, from Damon. Not wise, but I just did it anyway.
My dress was an animal silk dress, and I was wearing my new, very high-heeled shoes again, so I was very correct distances from my flanks. We ate and had a special massage today on our very sore livers, and the flanks were plenty. They kept coming into me steadily and with no hesitation.
I don't remember so many details of these flank weddings that have taken place since then. I remember the threats and some things we did, but I can't even say what Mirella was wearing on any of those days. I can't remember what was on the menu, or what kind of plates were. I have sometimes gone into that castle and looked at every plate collection and I have no idea did some of these plates were used at our wedding or if was there a special set for those too. That's how heavily medicated I always am, although no one might believe it from the outside. Weddings and wedding memories are a bit different for me than they are for people or creatures in general.
Damon was very vigilant, even though the guests had already left. As evening fell, the men detected the smells of Mimosa and Mirella, so Damon kindly agreed to take me elsewhere, as he could smell the smells as nasty. We went upstairs and got the usual nightly treatment again.
We would leave in the morning as there was now room to spend another night here in the castle, and this night was always the wildest, the most brutal this night. No expense was spared, and now I was not drugged nearly as much as on previous nights, so the fear and terror were more intense, and so was the satanic neck slitting. He tried to really power down my vampire side, but I kept most of my power deep inside me, not letting him see the true strength of the wildcat because the treatment would have been a lot worse then.
In the morning, I did get the jellies, though, when I came back after being bled dry again. I was not healed, not really at all, so I was pretty darn sore, too. This was a thick effective jelly. I could feel it healing some, but not very fast. Drugs were plentiful in it as I was pretty quickly quite sedated. My stomach cavity was filled to the brim, and I was fitted with a neoprene belt again. I could feel the heat helping the jelly to soak in properly. We then set off, and I fell asleep in the car pretty soon after Damon started driving.