39. Mamma Mia

There were supposed to be gleaming steel blades slashing through the air, females gasps, poison bottles being opened, females screaming in throes of pain but pleading more, the smell of blood, smell of power.

But this time, their vampire heat was not typical. What it normally would be, this was destined to be one damn hard vampire heat for men. The only thing that exposed just how furious Damon was, was a string of Italian erupting from his lips as he once again noticed twisted restraints, escaped females, and this damn vampire heat was going to really test his patience.

He was standing next to tables where there were supposed to be females strapped in. Now, twisted restraints and the cold, hard glint of steel seemed to mock him even more. Females were supposed to be here to be processed in vampire heat, meaning torture but pleasurable, as females wanted pain now, and rough sex, taunting.

He took a breath, but it did not help. His tall frame was tense, his hands slightly fisted, his ice-blue eyes were slitted, and his breath came in short bursts as rage bubbled up.

Number two stood a little further. He looked like number one, a version of him, but his hair was longer, his expression tighter, crueler by default. His expression was dryly amused, his stance arrogantly relaxed, as if there was not a big problem here. He was like a predator, letting his prey run around for a while before he pounced.

Number two had no brakes when it came to torture and hurting Mariella, whereas number one had his love or affection, or lust, their bond holding him back, preventing him from going all the way with her.

Number one's hair was neatly shortened by Mariella, his white stripe bright, but not too long. His perfect, cruel face, pale skin, and now fangs peeking out also showed his rage and irritation. His voice was low, and his colorful eruption even got number two to raise his brow questioningly.

"Fottutamente perfetto, di nuovo, come diavolo è possibile e che cazzo sta succedendo qui? Perché è così fottutamente difficile da realizzare? Cos'è questo dannato numero di fuga? Oh fottimi di lato in sei modi fino a domenica, non sono fatto per questo, voglio dire che esploderò e poi non dipenderà da me cosa succederà!" Damon's voice declared.

Number two said calmly, "Come on, it is not that bad. This is just a new type of vampire heat. Just relax and go with the flow."

He leaned against the wall, showing no urgency to pursue the females. Several males were already hunting, and it was only a matter of time before they were captured and retrieved. He had every reason to remain calm. It was far more satisfying to maintain control and focus, unlike the other males, who were easily provoked by rage.

Though Number Two also had his moments of losing control, they had lessened since choosing Mimi. Number Two casually thought about saving his private vampire heat for Mimi and testing if she could handle his teasing.

Damon's response, in German this time, did not help calm the situation.

His voice sharply said, "Ach, lass dich treiben, wirklich. Und zweitens: Schön, dass du so verdammt ruhig und gelassen bist, aber das ist jetzt schon das 15. Mal, dass sie so etwas machen. Du musst Beruhigungsmittel nehmen, um ruhig zu bleiben. Ich bin nicht so verdammt ruhig, und du kannst deinen haarigen Arsch darauf verwetten, dass du auch die Fassung verlierst!"

Number Two rolled his eyes and quipped, "And what language is next? Maybe Latin or Spanish. Or wait, try Finnish; they have good, strong curse words there."

Number One abruptly closed his mouth and stormed out of the cellar to capture the rebellious females once more. He couldn't fathom how they had become such skilled escape artists with this newfound attitude. He vowed to cleanse them of their alpha powers after this, with minimal pleasure and maximum pain.

A few hours later, the females were captured again, and the heat was escalating as expected. However, five hours later, when they were quite certain that each female was unconscious and harmless, they went to eat and prepare more supplies. The females managed to escape this time, which upset Wulfe.

He burst into a string of Latin expletives, insulting the females' lineage. It seemed to involve goats and sheep, which Number Two found amusing as they lost control. Number One was cursing in German to vent his rage, while Number Two, less upset, had his suspicions about the situation, finding it amusing but keeping it to himself.

It was evident that this vampire heat was unforgettable, and it seemed that no one would want to be near a new one. Every time the females broke free, the men intensified their cruelty, focusing more on pain than pleasure. In the realm of vampire heat, there seemed to be no limit to the pain the females could endure.

It allowed the men to express their frustration, but it was never enough, and there would be consequences for Mariella due to her inventive comments about Damon, his character, and some anatomically impossible scenarios.

In the cellar where they were held, there were gleaming steel tables and shelves filled with equipment meant for vampire heat. If an unsuspecting individual stumbled upon this cellar, they might mistake it for a mad scientist's lab or a torture chamber. The smell of blood hung thick in the air, accompanied by a sickly sweet aroma of overripe bananas.

As the vampire heat progressed, the scent of raw bananas intensified, serving as a marker for the men to gauge the heat's advancement. If the smell did not ripen, they knew they had to be more ruthless. This was why they avoided eating too many bananas, even though Mimi used them in cooking.

The banana scent could trigger the males to be overly aggressive, although in reality, bananas had no connection to the situation; it was merely a mental association they had developed. 

The cellar's concrete floor was dappled with old stains from the numerous vampire heats that had taken place there. Cleaning the concrete floor was difficult, and no one bothered to clean it once the heat was over.

The cellar was a cool place in an Irish castle, serving as the lair for vampire activity. Currently, the females were hiding somewhere inside the castle, engaging in naughty behavior with the men, but they would soon face consequences.

Damon was determined to show Mariella that there would be no holding back this time. The aftermath of the four-week vampire heat had left everyone eager to begin the cleansing process for the females.

Even number two was ready to assist in the alpha power cleaning, pressing certain points on the females' bodies to release impurities with minimal pleasure involved. Mariella would be the last to undergo the cleansing process, giving her time to reflect on her actions.

Cleansing an alpha power was a challenging task, involving identifying and activating 30-50 spots or "pricks" on the subjects' bodies. The size of these pricks varied, with some as small as a fingertip and others as large as a palm. Activating these pricks and connecting them in a specific way allowed the power to circulate and release impurities. However, in reality, it was a difficult and painful process.

Especially for subjects like Mimi, whose pricks required a significant amount of force to activate. For her, she was not here, and once it was time to cleanse her power, it would need a lot more. Like sedation and substances that would make her pain threshold nonexistent, and make her sense of touch super sensitive, and still, her pricks would need some serious strength to get them open.

Damon was not in the best mood to ensure that the power remained pure for an extended period, clarifying that this time, pleasure would be kept to a minimum during the cleansing process. 

Once Damon had three pricks open, he would use a knife or dagger to slash from one prick to the other, allowing the power to flow. The next set of pricks might then become visible for pressing and activation. There was a certain rhythm needed, and it had to be done quickly in certain parts.

Females had dildos or crawlers in their pussies to maintain pleasure, but this time it would bring more pain than pleasure. The purpose was to amp up power to a certain frequency, creating vibrations that would help impurities ooze out from the pores of the skin.

Damon planned to give them a substance to enhance the sensation, making the pain worse. Mariella would be the last to undergo the process, watching others get cleaned first and experience their pain.

The room was different, with bright lights making it seem very clinical. The linoleum floor, stark white walls, and minimal decoration added to the clinical atmosphere. There was a hose in one wall and a drainage outlet on the floor for hosing down the females during cleaning. Sound-absorbing panels in the walls ensured that the females' wails would not be heard outside the room.

Damon proceeded with the cleansing process one by one. The first victim was Elena, who had no official alpha power, but Damon sensed a need for purification. He was assisted by numbers two, four, and nine in the first group of males performing the cleansing. In another room, males were helping each other cleanse, facing their own challenges.

Damon smiled coldly and said to Mariella, "Watch and learn, student. This happens when you irritate me too much."

Mariella couldn't respond, as Damon had broken her straps, temporarily taking her soul into his mind. Meaning he had killed her. Actually killed her as she had gone overboard with her sentences and actions. She would return to her body only when it was her turn to be cleansed. To be tortured, Damon was going to show her just how much it would hurt.

As she was the strongest of these females here, the last one to be cleansed, it was nerve-wracking for her to witness this. For now, she had to see through Damon's eyes as he pressed different spots on Elena's naked body, causing her pain and pushing out impurities. Elena cursed and cussed as the process continued.

Mariella realized she had gone overboard, and this was a big lesson for her. Damon had never done this to her before. While he had threatened to do so, he had never followed through until now. Mariella was unsure of what this meant - had he lost control, or had she pushed him to this point?

As usual, Mariella's mind was filled with questions for which she had no answers. She wasn't as neurotic as Mimi, but she couldn't help but wonder why, who, what for, and how come.

Asking questions was her forte, and she pondered while witnessing the cleaning process, which bordered on brutality. Yet, Damon was proving to be one hell of a teacher, and she had to try to be a good student for once.

One by one, Mariella had to witness the females - first Elena, then Katherine, then Shadow, and finally Mimosa - being cleaned. Each female took longer than the last, with Elena taking 18 hours and Mimosa taking 33 hours. Mariella dreaded the thought of how long her own cleaning would take.

She watched as Damon walked back to the room where her body lay, preparing an IV and a substance to lower her pain threshold. She knew it would be rough, as the little relief from orgasms had shown her that this pain wouldn't bring any pleasure.

This was a lesson in not just thinking, but acting - a lesson about her reckless decision to involve the paparazzi in ambushing Mimi. Damon had made it clear that there would be no holiday in the Azores for at least 6 months or longer, as he had plans for the entire pack, including Mimi, to make up for that blunder.

While it would be something entirely new, there was also a hint of the old. Damon kept his plans a secret, promising surprises for both Mariella and Mimi. 

Cleaning was just as brutal as Mariella had feared. Her screams echoed in the clinical space, with men showing her no mercy. She was racked with pain, feeling gunk oozing from every pore. While she knew she needed this and it would help her, the pain was excruciating.

Mariella struggled with pain and handling it, but something in Damon's eyes suggested there would be no regrets. She understood she wouldn't receive extra pampering; she had to pull herself together and endure the aftermath. Despite the daunting challenge, it also presented an opportunity for her to be strong, like Mimi.

It was time to stop acting like a princess, gather her courage, and prove to Damon that she was not just a doll for him to dress up. Unbeknownst to her, she would face even greater challenges in the future, showing Damon how much she could endure. The time for being a princess was over; it was time to stand on her own two feet and face what lay ahead.