Men had spent several days preparing rooms—spaces designed not for single use, but for flexible, future application, including creative sexual encounters. Many spaces were needed: an initial intake area with racks, an examination bed, a gynecological chair, and medical supplies; a ward to house most of the females (excluding Mimi, who would live with Damon in his private apartment, where he would also receive other females, with Mimi observing and eventually participating); and finally, breeding chambers. This entire operation was kept meticulously secret; it was a surprise, and secrecy was paramount.
Damon sat in the living room, the females napping—one of their last naps for a while. He was reviewing preparations, and on the table before him sat several vials of drugs, including some potent animal tranquilizers. These drugs had been used on the females before (traces were found in their blood), but this time their purpose was dual: to subdue the women and to resurface suppressed memories for therapeutic purposes.
The breeding chambers, where the majority of the sexual activity—and breeding, a key objective here—would take place, contained large beds accommodating multiple females, as well as smaller, individual beds. The walls were lined with sex toys. With more females arriving, the possibility of actual pregnancies—and thus, a replenishment of their stock—became a welcome prospect.
As others entered and sat, Damon began, "Let's review our next steps and the overall purpose to avoid confusion. First, these—"
He indicated the drug vials. "Blood tests confirm their use on our subjects; this is one stressor. We'll use their names, discuss these drugs, and then this"—he displayed a clipboard detailing drugs, dosages, and strengths, a meticulously recreated replica from memory.
Seeing some hesitation, he continued, revealing an idea he'd withheld, "We'll alter these drugs, diluting them significantly and replacing most of the substance with our dental compounds. We'll strive to maintain similar effects, consistency, and smell, but our compound will be relaxing. We'll adjust it incrementally—first sedation and disorientation, then heightened sensation or arousal, as we observe the females' responses."
He paused, noting their understanding. "Next, my plan for Mimi—the most crucial aspect. Her unraveling is paramount. What infuriates her most is the lack of control, feeling possessed, objectified, and voiceless. Therefore, she will be 'The Cunt.' Address her as such."
Wulfe and Charles frowned, but Adam smirked, recognizing the plan's efficacy beyond simple irritation. He knew Mimi well enough to understand this would trigger her deepest rage.
Damon proceeded, "She'll be housed in my room, in a cage suspended from the ceiling. She must watch as I use others, and if I'm so inclined, I'll drug, use, or allow others to use her. Remember your roles; she is an object, as are they all. That's the essence of this."
Wulfe nodded, grasping Damon's meaning. "So, you'll make Mimi earn her name back, which she won't, but she'll be enraged, and you know how to maximize that."
Damon nodded. "This will be a rollercoaster for all of us, but we must maintain our roles. Next, we'll discuss roles and the additional women we require."
Charles's voice dropped to a low, dark tone. "About the drugs," he began, "I have a confession. We used to have this substance."
He produced a small vial from his pocket—light green with bright red glitter. Adam smiled.
"We used this after shed sessions, a long time ago," Charles continued. "We accidentally created it when our teeth reacted to Mimi, and then we discovered its benefits. In short, it's a painkiller and an aphrodisiac in one. It numbs pain sensations but makes erogenous zones extremely sensitive. I'm not sure if it still works on Mimi, as she's evolved, but we can make something similar. We can add a new layer to the girls, meaning even rough sex or bites aren't painful but pleasurable. We can even titrate it to see how much is needed. This was our secret weapon, allowing us to use sex as a way to recover after brutal torture sessions. Did you ever wonder how we managed that?"
Damon, his brow raised, admitted he'd never considered it; the pain had been too overwhelming to contemplate how they always 'fixed' Mimi after he'd nearly killed her. He was relieved to learn their secret: they had cheated, lessening the sting in his soul after centuries of suffering.
He grabbed the vial, uncorked it without hesitation, and took a sip. A groan escaped him as he leaned back, high as a kite.
Number Two watched for a while, then said dryly, "It works, idiot. He forgot we share similar biology with Mimi; what works on her works on us. But hey, at least he's high. Let's see how long this lasts. The good news is we can use this to create similar substances for other women, giving us experience to work with. We won't get them stoned immediately—just a little relaxed, as this has to happen gradually. We need to map out those bad memories, sensations, and doubts and replace them. Even if we could quickly turn them into sex addicts, the trauma would still haunt them, potentially leading to a backlash."
Others nodded, while Number One, eyes nearly closed, rode his high in silence. His ecstasy flooded through the hive bonds, a tidal wave they'd learned to harness with increasing skill.
This prompted Adam to suggest, "How about we keep this to ourselves for now, sending the feeling through the hive to them—let them earn our special blend."
Charles agreed. "Not a bad idea at all. It's not the same as what they've experienced before. Also, we can share our orgasms and pleasure within the hive."
Number Two added, "Works for me, but we need to detail how to approach each woman." He recalled how it had been hard in one point a long time ago in the past as his and Mimi's bond had deepened so much they let each other sensations to have sex until they learn to control those bonds. This made him smile.
Damon, finally regaining his composure, his voice thick with pleasure, declared, "Oh yeah, good stuff! I have an idea: we'll make a potion that adds the substance to their milk. It'll add another layer for Mimi to get angry about, while also giving Mariella and the others' pleasure."
Number Two and the others smirked dangerously. The previously calm living room crackled with anticipation. Morality was irrelevant; the men were determined to improve the females' condition, however necessary. Even morally questionable tactics were acceptable; this wasn't about torture, but healing. Sometimes, trauma needs to be healed with trauma, transformed into euphoria.
The initial plan was to keep the women dazed and confused, allowing pleasurable sensations to take hold and their bodies to react. Gradually, the drugs would be lessened, replaced with more euphoric ones, ultimately erasing the trauma and leaving behind wonderful memories of this sex game.
Number Four asked, "Since Mimi lacks opioid receptors, or at least functional ones, how can we induce euphoria? That substance seems to work, but will it when she's already sedated? Should we initially sedate her more deeply to prevent euphoria?"
Number One replied, "While she lacks the receptors, we'll still try that substance. We do keep her heavily sedated during procedures, but not constantly. It's important she eventually observes others enjoying themselves and surrendering to us. In time, it'll infuriate her."
He smiled slyly, producing a thick metal collar engraved with "The Cunt. Property of Damon Salvatore." Several Salvatores smirked. Charles raised an eyebrow, which was seen not as a negative, but almost a joke. However, knowing Mimi, they knew this would truly enrage her.
Number One continued, "As her owner and master, I will brand her, as well as others. I'll also provide a mirror so she can constantly see her collar and brand. I know exactly how to push her buttons."
They had constructed sturdy titanium racks, beds, and other furnishings.
Damon led them to the intake area, explaining, "Our narrative is that I'm the boss, chief medical officer, and have been on a months-long business trip. Therefore, I'm irritated, need to unwind, and am not in the mood to be a doctor. This is a large facility with a lot going on."
He handed them files, saying, "Learn about this company. You're all my subordinates—doctors, not guards. We'll take four girls from each female group, including Elena and Katherine; their children are grown, giving us many more females to use. I'll assess each female. Numbers Two and Four, you will present cases to me. Write concise assessments, making Mimi sound dangerous and independent—the perfect cunt for me."
They nodded as Damon handed them a list of women brought from a magical house to participate.
Number six proposed a plan: "I have an idea. We could use those girls who owe us—JoJo, Kaitlin, Riley, and Cherish—to blackmail them into participating. We could even breed them, though that adds extra stress, and Mariella wanted to see them harass you."
Number one smirked, agreeing, "Do it. And bring in three, nine, and ten. Dress them as bimbos—make sure they obey. Use compulsion, blackmail, whatever it takes. Even if they're married with kids, they owe us."
The men smiled nastily. This would be almost as satisfying as killing them—humiliating and using them was even better. It would serve as a reminder of past conversations. The men would ensure the bimbos performed their roles perfectly; Damon, in particular, wouldn't be gentle.
He would berate, slap, and order them around, making them look like proper bimbos. Since they were all overweight or obese, shapewear would be necessary, giving Damon another opportunity to taunt them. Mimi and Mariella might also chime in.
This was all part of the plan, a chance to show these women his true self, free from Bran's corrosive influence or Damien's whispers. Afterwards, they might never want anything to do with him again.
Damon described his plan for Mimi: "Individual treatment. Mimi will be The Cunt, the observer, taunted in her cage, but I'll also teach her body touching. With Mariella, we'll teach her body to react, turning her back into a lust queen slowly. She'll learn to beg—not for my attention (though she'll get plenty)—but for my cock, orgasms, anything. We'll keep her in a state of near-constant arousal. That's the key to making this work."
Number Two, after considering this, wrinkled his eyes and pinched his nose. "It might work," he conceded, "but begging might be too much stress."
Number One countered, "Initially, she'll be heavily drugged, her body primed. I'll make her have orgasms, and she'll beg me to stop or continue. As this works, we'll expand on the begging. It's about what aroused her in the past."
Number Two nodded.
Number One continued, explaining his approach for Mimosa and Shadow: "Their human bodies and sex aren't the priority; it's the sensations—breasts, skin. We'll re-teach them pleasure. No mounting from behind initially—we need to be sure they can handle it. Use the breeding chamber swings and benches; I've used them with Mimi, but never Mariella or the wolves."
Numbers 4, 8, and 9 smiled.
Adam commented, "Sounds good. Then we have Elena and Katherine, the hard cases."
Damon responded, "A couple of tricks: start with the biggest cocks you can manage, then tell them how tight they are, how perfect. Praise them filthily, worship their bodies, eat their cunts, and make them come repeatedly. It's easy; they were used as mere holes by the guards. For us, their bodies are temples we worship, and we'll make sure they know it. But they won't have the power to deny us entry."
Charles smirked. This would be wild. They had 24 men, but now 30 women to use—more girls than boys. It would be epic.
Damon said, "Mimi's cage will be cushioned, though not too large. It will ensure she's contained sufficiently, but not cruelly. It will work. Now, I know this might seem harsh to some of you, but we need her to release that rage now, not later. It would be far worse if she unleashed it later, after she'd formulated her plans for revenge. I have no idea who was after her; that's something I'm trying to discover, but I'm not sure I can."
The rooms were stylishly appointed, yet their purpose was unmistakable. Sex toys, stimulants, rigs, and swings left no doubt about their function. To further emphasize this, the men had released their sex pheromones throughout the rooms, permeating the air with a potent scent that females would instinctively recognize.
Dark red velvet curtains, low lighting, and soft beds all spoke of seduction and sexual hedonism. This wasn't a place for sleep, but for intense, uninhibited sex. Everything within the rooms reinforced this purpose, and because this was a special place, it was kept secret; the females weren't told the location, not even afterward.
This was the pack's secret sex cave, their nest, and it wouldn't be deep-cleaned anytime soon. This differed from sanctification; this was a pack ritual, and who knows—perhaps this place would see much future use.