Vash paces near the ledge. “Is there another serum you can sell me?” he asks, grabbing the man’s arm. “Please. I’ll do anything.”
The specialist clears his throat and looks away from Vash’s desperate eyes. “The parasite he gave you is rare. There’s only one natural serum, but as far as I know, it’s still illegal.”
“As far as you know?”
“Listen, you’ll get me killed. I don’t have access to this medicine. Now, if you want a short-term fix, that’s what I can offer,” he says.
“Why do you need my DNA?” Rae asks.
The specialist almost doesn’t answer, but when Rae latches onto his feet, he sighs and follows with a response. “When the parasite finds the central nervous system, it latches on almost immediately, gaining quick access to the host’s functions. It denies the body its right to fight off infection.”
Vash places his head against the wall.
“I have developed a synthetic drug to coax it off the nervous system, but we need the omega’s DNA to build the bridge for it to come out through a female host,” the doctor says.
“The parasite only feeds on alphas,” Lucas says.
“Correct. We bait it and steer it into the opposite gender,” the specialist says.
Vash collapses to the floor. “I don’t have the kits, and neither one of us can stay down here for another night searching for another one to use.”
The doctor stirs. “Then you will have to find someone else. There’s too much heat on my ass as it is.”
The doctor empties the contents of his satchel into the machine. The center closes and begins to hum. Inside, the contents melt like tar.
In less than five-seconds, two rock hard pills fall out the back end. The doctor points. “Like I said. It won’t cure you, but it will keep you alive for a little longer.”
“C’mon,” Lucas urges. “Take them. We’ll find another doctor in the barracks.”
“The barracks,” Vash repeats. “We’ll be fucked there, too. Think we’ll get through the hundreds of traders?”
“Where else can we go?” Killian asks.
Weighing his options, Vash has no choice but to take the weaker serum. Tilting his head back, he swallows the first pill.
“It’s four hundred chips,” the specialist says.
Vash clenches his jaw. “Mother-fucker. I was told one hundred.”
The doctor holds out his palm as if it is a chalice of worship. “You were told wrong.”
Vash stuffs the remaining pill in his pocket. “We don’t have that kind of cash,” he says.
“How much do you have?”
Lucas lets go of Rae’s leash and pounces. “This ain’t a fucking auction.”
As the alphas argue, Rae rolls the leash into her palms. Body nearly seizing from excitement, she coils the chain into a loose metal knot.
It’s too late for any of the alphas to react. She lobs the chain against the doctor’s skull. He drops like a stone; a dark liquid trickles down the front and side of his twitching face.
She hates him. Without any reasoning, she wishes him to die. The unceasing tremors that wreak havoc on his movements make her think of the roaches that used to sneak in under the doors or through the air vents above her bed. She used to hate the way the creatures shook their amber set of wings before falling onto her lips, chest, or even worse, the small holes of her ears.
Realizing her mistake, Rae prepares for more swift thrashings. She drops to the floor, tenderly scooping the side of her palm against the blood.
“Please. Don’t hurt me. I’ll put him back together,” she begs.
The alphas turn and remain silent before Rae can raise her eyes to see the look of judgment on their decisive faces.
“Bind the wrists of the slave,” Vash says. “And find her a new leash. She’s clearly untrained. We need to teach her the ways of our pack and integrate her.”
Lucas grins. “It is time she learns.”
Chapter Six
Rae was good at making up memories.
In her old room, she had sometimes made them up to her heart’s desire. Timidly, she would whisper through the walls and paint a vivid picture of how she grew up. She told the other omegas about her old village; there were monthly celebrations, loving people, and a sense of connection.
These memories, as vivid as they were, were not real. Rae’s memory is actually a hollow blend of an idea. Sometimes, the truth flickers in like light. Most of the time, though, she does not understand who she is or where she came from.
She was not made to understand.
She can only remember the day he took her. Even that memory stands on shaky grounds. For all Rae knows, she had been born of the flames that scorched the village.
At least, at the facility, there were other omegas to talk to. Even if she never saw their faces, she heard the emotions in the tones of their voices. She identified with each and every one of them.
Despite the power of Rae’s imagination, she couldn’t have made any of this up. This is reality. Her reality.
She wakes in a closet with duct tape over her mouth and head, wrists bound together by chains. Rae can stay silent. She knows how to play dead quite well.
At the facilities, there were routine cleanings. Exercises to mold her body to a decided cut. Separately, each of the omegas were raised to please Cassian. That’s what she was told.
As lonely as her life was, nobody could have prepared Rae for the horrors of the outside world. No matter how many smacks and shoves she endured, she could never have imagined the sight of the Dagon shores.
At the facilities, she tried not to ask questions, but when the information was too much to process, she had to ask what was on all the omega’s minds. “How did this happen?”
They revealed bits and pieces to her. Betas had outnumbered the alphas and omegas, five to one. The women who could give birth became prizes alphas would give their lives to take. They hunted the chosen ones throughout the cities.
An unknown world was coming into existence, one that sought to fix the threat of a growing population of defective females. The public welcomed the change, and Cassian took control.
They slaughtered the betas in front of jeering crowds. In their hearts, individuals knew the world was living out its last pages.
In the present, on the Dagon shores, the water reflects the hazy sulfur sun. Bodies twist against the tide. Crying betas stand clueless and numb. It’s a sight to see.
Rae nearly trips, but the alphas carry her toward their new home, an abandoned and worn-down palace, near the growing thorn brushes that lead to the shore. It’s a place just hidden enough to keep them all out of harm’s way.
“Pretty flowers cannot bloom without proper care,” Vash says.
Vash arches his palm over the flower’s beautiful face. She feels a wave of tears form around her eyes. Slowly, he tears the tape from her mouth and waits for her to speak.
“Are you going to take me now?” she asks.
He leaves her in darkness to her tears. Soon, her cries turn into self-mockery.
At different intervals of the day, one alpha comes in at a time to deliver some food or water, but they never speak. When they leave, she listens for the bolt to slide and lock her inside again. That’s when her mind paints pictures.
Days pass. She forgets where she is being kept.
Somewhere outside of the city, Rae thinks. That’s where they are. Her ears no longer ring with the alarm of gunshots and the bickering of street merchants. Smells are different. Less rotten.
Inside her mind, she built the outside world. She envisions overgrown forests where birds build their nests. She sees herself in a blue house, surrounded by family.
But when she opens her eyes to the grim reality of her world, she glares at the fading wallpaper and the bloodstained concrete in silent horror. She knows what they want from her, but she can’t be sure when to brace.
Nudging his finger against her chin, Vash notes the deep bruising along her neck and
jawline. Rae wonders if he’s proud of her resilience. Of course, he’s not. How else was he going to take it?
“Yes. The very special present with shiny wrappings to undo,” Vash says. “Don’t think I don’t see you.”
“You’re healthier,” Rae responds.
Vash edges his palm to her throat, eyes turning sympathetic.
Rolling his head forward, he scents her. Bumps rise against his arm. “Aw, Precious, are you that eager to please me?”
“Tear her like a plastic bag,” Killian says.
Lucas grinds his teeth together. “Open her.”
Killian’s rough and husky fingers pry her lips and teeth open. Jumping back, Rae flops like a caught salmon.
“Wait,” she begs.
Her virginity is the only thing she has left that is pure. It is, as the doctors put it, the only thing keeping her special. She can’t let them take it.
“Please! I can go back. I’ll go back to the facility and be a good girl. Please, I’ll be a sweet, good girl!”
The alphas’ masculine pheromones invade her nostrils. Her mind searches for an escape, a deal that might entice them enough to stop their wicked games. But as the alphas shut the door to more blackness, they stay and break her into pieces.
She sacrifices her control like the slave she is. All of those made-up memories turn to nightmarish fever dreams.
“Open wide, sweetheart.”
Hands everywhere. Bedeviling fingertips and nibbling teeth. The men claw the captive’s panties off, broken nails scratching her hips.
“Get her hair out of the way.”
“No, don’t mount her yet.”
Their bodies loom like hallucinatory shadows from her nightmares. They let her go, only to hold her head forward and back straight. Opening her mouth, she feels the moist head of an unknown alpha against her windpipe.
The seething exhales of compulsive pleasure, followed by the cheering on of teammates in a cruel game crafted by demons send shivers up her spine and ribs. How can life be like this, so hideous and indifferent to pain?
“Big breath.”
Wincing and gagging, she softens her tongue. She can taste the beads of briny lubricant trickle like a thin fountain from his head, the tight foreskin rolling back with each buck.
The alphas wait for her sharp inhale before plugging her nose. Immediately, Rae coughs and hacks up thick wads of mucus. The pleased tormenters use the saliva to spread over her face.
Rae can feel her heart beating its last drum. Surely, they’ll kill her. After what she did to that doctor, they’ll leave her dying body in the pipes.
Why can’t they understand? She’ll be on their side.
Good. Obedient.
Rae’s heart turns to stone as she gives herself over to their control. They violate every inch of her body.
“Drain her slick into your mouth.”
The slithering of their tongues part her lips. The glistening, dense nectar drains into their mouths.
“Such thirst, such thirst,” Lucas says.
“Slick and fear. Mm... I will send her into fits,” Killian moans.
Three tongues are now hungrily feeding between her legs. The starving hounds slurp and hawk their compliments. Then she hears Vash’s voice. “She’s a beautiful angel.”
They frantically eat and spread her slick across her body to prepare for the take. Overcome with sensation, Rae feels her clit harden into an erect and burning nub. A smooth, wet thumb coils the hood back to toy and tinker as the tongues slither and penetrate her insides.
They will not let up. As Rae’s body tenses, they move faster, luring out waves of pressure from her core. Pain mixed with a deep emotional pleasure—she has felt nothing like it before.
And as the alphas force their thighs against her ankles, Rae’s toes curl, her body rearing against the wet concrete. She is crushed underneath their weight, barely able to whistle in breaths. Her orgasm relentlessly expands until, finally, she is a wreck of explicit slick and manly lubricant.
The shiver and rush of pleasure drives her body to her captors. They are the ones who opened her up to this pleasure. They are the ones who force her to smile, buck, and gape for them. She will never be the same. But maybe that was God’s plan after all.
Will they ever truly love her? Maybe.
The brutes knock her down only to prop her back onto her bruised and bleeding kneecaps. Her palms slip against the damp floor. She catches her fingers against the smooth ground, frantically trying to scurry away, but she quickly chips her nails.
There is nothing to hold on to but them.
“I will spread you like the plague,” Vash growls.
Vash is the first to mount his lean and muscular body over the slave’s backside. The feel of her sweet ass teases his imagination. The pressure of his knot forces his cock into an erect and lubricating state. The pungent smell of her, heated and sodden with slick, courses through his nose.
Her body is unspoiled, but she will now learn the devil in the details of their hunger.
Vash guides his cock forward and grunts, “Precious, I’m so honored to be your first.”
Numb and nearly depleted, Vash watches Rae close her eyes. Sadly, the betrayal of tears trickle down the sides of her face. Rolling her bottom lip against her teeth, she lets out a shrill whimper and a cry.
Doesn’t she understand? This is for the greater good. They have to teach her the ways of submission if she is to bring them a child. It isn’t entirely their fault. If she has to blame anything, it’s biology.
After this act, she will understand the importance of an alpha’s knotting bond, and she will be ready to nest for the long and tireless months that come after.
Vash teases the head of his lubed-up cock against her lips, proudly showing how much control he has. He brings his body lower and wraps his arms around her chest. His palms are flat against her womb.
“Precious,” he whispers. Her new name. “Precious, you will come to love this memory.”
Placing his hand over her mouth, he attempts to muffle her cries. Silenced squeals will fall short of registering. No one is listening. And if any neighbors are, they don’t seem to care.
The shiny, bulbous cap pushes her curtains open. Rae’s walls catch against the veiny shaft. Despite the slick and wet phlegm, she needs more force.
With a quick thrust, she pops like a bottle cap. The men jeer and nibble her ear, whispering sharp torments. The stiff and hot cocks spring against her tits and mouth.
“Precious.”
Her hymen breaks as easily as a blade of grass. Fixed open with betrayal, she jerks in robotic motions as the epiphanies hit her in waves. Coupled with her orgasm, the pain of his first insertion draws her legs to a tight close.
He sinks deeper.
Her slick burns with the cherry-red fruit juice, plucked and pulverized. She is exposed and bare, stretched to her limits. He gives her a few more inches, fingering under the hood of her tender clit.
“Precious…”
“Don’t make me beg,” she cries.
She knows what comes next. The other two will soon join in. The pain won’t stop, but she will allow herself to purr through the choked cries.
“There, there, Precious. You’re doing good for your alpha.”
She lets out a frail weep as his hips force like a bull. “I’m trying to be good,” she says.
Rae positions her head near her chest, endlessly floating inside herself. As he pumps and loosens her hole, she keeps it all compact. The famished brute huffs and snorts, fingers rooted in her fine hair, nearly ripping the caked strands from her scalp.
“I need my pack in here with me,” he moans against the back of her head, his fiery breath down her spinal column.
Vash guides his pack into her.
First, Killian sinks his husky body below hers. She feels the light tickle of his body hair around her bare flesh. Lucas hunches over Vash as he tries to pry his way into her aching hole.
“Send
her into orgasm. She will open for you then,” Vash moans.
Killian thumbs at her asshole, tight and puckering. The abrupt and foreign pain causes her hole to contract inward. “I want her ass,” Killian moans, rough like the snarl of a wolf. “I think I’ll take it, sweetheart.”
Vash tends to her clit, continuously swiveling his thumb while he drives his cock deeper. He closes his eyes and roars. The moans that exhale from his mouth are a testament to Rae’s suffering.
The orgasm swells beneath her clit and mound. She can feel it taking over her body, electrified and deep with emotional trauma. Like a warm blanket, it covers her shoulders, rolling tiny ripples through her stomach.
“Oh, Precious, yes.”
Her cunt opens with intense contractions. The slick glazes onto his shaft like maple syrup. “Precious, yes!”
Laughing with demonic glee, Lucas penetrates alongside his pack. Forced apart like an open cadaver, her walls cling to the alphas’ swollen glands. The alphas relish in her tearing.
When they have stretched Rae to her limits, there is only one hole left to tend to. Killian grunts and eases two fingers inside Rae’s soaking mouth. Angling the tips against her throat, he holds himself there. This time, she does not gag.
Killian messes her face with spit. “Good girl. Just take it.”
Rae is learning how to let go of control. Though it takes her undoing, she knows this is her life now. It is the way the alpha world works. If she gives into it without a fuss, it will end quicker.
He spreads her ass open with the harsh pry of his rounded head. The punishers don’t give her a chance to brace for the overwhelming pressure. She gives in to the thrashing and waits for their knots to take her.
She may have been Cassian’s first captive, but they’d rightfully stolen her and claimed her as their own.
It doesn’t matter how special they told her she is. She is theirs to be ruined for an eternity.
Taking the bitch, Killian growls at the milking hold of her gaping hole. The men pump in rhythmic motions, consumed by her sweetness. They can’t imagine being that rare, and they can’t let their hunger squander the opportunity.
Every inch opens as they pin her to the concrete. Wet, sore, and lost, Rae curls her lips into a shattered smile. As their moaning grows deeper and more pained, they hold her extremities still.
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