by V T Bonds
I know I’m in for it when she gathers the excess and wraps it around her biceps. In a well-practiced move, she systematically tightens the corset until my ribs ache and my breasts pillow around the top edge.
My hourglass figure now much more prominent, she fastens the ties and steps back.
With my arms over my head and my breaths stilted from the tightness of the corset, my breasts look obscene.
She snaps her fingers at the Alpha and he moves the lever until my hands drop to shoulder height.
Another tightening makes my ribs creak and my stomach complain, but I must admit I look enticing in my unrealistic proportions.
She primps and styles my hair while I stand as still as possible, trying to adjust to my bindings.
The second she steps back, the Alpha moves forward and snaps a collar around my neck, smiling a demented grin.
“Told you you’d look good with a collar.”
He’s right. I do.
I’ll never admit it to him, though.
Chapter Five
Alpha
For the supposed pomp and grandeur, Algar-din is a shitshow.
The society scrambles for success yet everywhere it goes and everything it touches it lacks the knowledge and intuition to thrive.
I ignore my party’s annoying comments and continue down the gangplank.
My fellow commander demanded I travel with them, but none of us are dumb enough to travel on-planet without our own form of transportation.
I glance to the horizon and watch as my private craft settles into its designated parking.
Little beings scramble to move out of our way, for even without armor, a single Ikavuan warrior commands enough deadly skill to make most Alphas hesitant to approach us.
I despise the boisterous crowd and their strangling closeness, even though they make a wide path for me and my comrades.
A vendor calls out for my attention, but I ignore him. When he calls out again, I turn my eyes to him and watch him shrink back in fear.
Without waiting for him to recover, I turn my gaze back to my destination and continue on.
A crack fills the air and the scurrying wretches all around me fling themselves to the ground as though by decreasing their profile they’ll save themselves.
I look to the sound’s source and see a group of green beings facing off against a scraggle of men in armor. A particularly large man lays face down between them, a puddle of crimson growing beneath him.
Not my concern.
I am not here to handle squabbles between these ignorant factions.
They’ll all be dead in fifty rotations anyway.
Not changing my stride, I stomp forward, forcing the cowering fools to crawl out of my path or have me step on them.
They may not know it, but this planet has signed away its resources, so much so that they’ve agreed to their own demise.
They don’t deserve any of my time or attention, yet here I am in the midst of them.
Fucking ridiculous, the shit I do for the Alliance.
Chapter Six
Omega
I squeal in heated disbelief as the giant oaf wrenches my hands behind my back and locks the cuffs together.
“Ow! Shouldn’t you not be bruising the merchandise?”
He snarls and steps away from me, glancing over his shoulder in the direction my dresser went.
Knowing I hit a nerve—I highlighted his limitations—I don’t wait for him to retaliate.
He laughs in a derisive snort when I stomp on his boot. My bare foot has no hope of hurting him, but I act as though the familiarity of clothes has brought back my courage.
The clothes don’t cover much. In fact, they highlight my assets more than being naked would, but little miss sass would see it as protection.
He takes a menacing step forward and raises his scaled wrist up to my eye level.
“See this?”
He taps a button and a little orange light flickers to life on my collar.
“One more tap of this button and you’ll be wishing for death. Ever been electrocuted?”
I have. In fact, I felt the very sting of such a collar, at least twice, and although I never want to experience such agony again, it isn’t the worst thing I’ve ever lived through.
But he doesn’t need to know that.
I widen my eyes and glare at him in stunned shock through the mirror.
“Let’s go, shlikta.”
His self-satisfied grin and cocked eyebrow make me want to roll my eyes, but I swallow and huff instead.
When he turns and moves away, I set a stubborn pout on my face, knowing he’ll see my reflection.
Half a heartbeat later, he slides his hideous talons between my collar and my nape and resumes his walking, towing me behind him like an errant child.
Oh hell, too much bouncing and my nipples will slip from the corset. He rumbles a laugh as my eyes dart down and my face flushes.
“You’ll wish my hands were there in a few minutes,” he promises, and I scrunch my nose at him in disgust.
I try to keep up with his long strides, but he purposefully walks faster than I can, jerking me around every corner and smirking as he does.
Each new slight makes me wonder if he’d feel the electricity too, since his talons lay between my flesh and the collar, and I tamp down the urge to irk him.
Several corridors later, he stomps into the large holding area situated behind the stage, pushing me so I walk in front of him instead of behind.
I sense he likes this area about as much as I do. A wall covered in cages sports creatures foaming at the mouth to reach us, their snarling and screeching too ferocious to ignore. After we pass them, a line of Alphas stand against the opposite wall, each one perusing me with obvious interest.
They wear a slightly different uniform than the Reptan male ushering me along, and I shudder as their testosterone thickens the air.
I force my body to respond as an Omega should—my hormones spike, sweat glistens on my skin, and slick begins to gather between my legs.
My jailer extends his arm until his elbow locks straight, making it clear to the other alphas he’s merely doing his job and has no interest in me. I gulp as though fear courses through me and drag my feet as much as the man behind me will allow.
He centers me between two large solid yet plain doors.
The other side holds vibrant markings and elaborate swirls, but there’s no one to impress on this side, so a blank slate stares back at me.
I let the little balloon of anticipation build in my chest—still, after all these years of trial and tribulation, the humiliation of being on stage as a slave worms its way into my heart. It’s only an act, one I’m rather good at, but not one I’ll ever enjoy.
When the doors don’t immediately open, I scrunch my eyebrows and shift my weight to my other leg.
Another few moments pass, and dread joins the worry growing behind my breastbone.
In the silence before the storm, my instincts warn me to flee. To use my guard’s talons against him, free myself from these restraints, and take on the wall of imposing Alphas. To abort the mission. To fail and run as far as I can.
An Alpha leaves his place by the wall, stalks over with his hands behind his back, and stops so close I feel his body heat emanating through my corset.
My jailer doesn’t so much as growl or tense.
Mid-blink, I miss the burly Alpha’s movement, hissing in pain as he jabs a large needle into the side of my neck above the collar.
He bends at the waist, rubbing his shoulder against mine as he whispers in my ear.
“Bad things happen to naughty slaves. Have fun, sweetheart. If no one bids on you, we’ll all have fun slaking your lust.”
He glances down, and as his eyes land on my heaving bosom, heat flares into my neck. He pulls the needle out and steps backward.
Fire settles into my bones, spreading from one joint to the next until I struggle to breathe.
Whatev
er new serum this is, I do not like it.
I’ve had heat and lust inducers, but this one is different. It’s more potent, works faster, and threatens to steal my sanity with want.
Pushing the rising panic into my mind’s nest and stomping a clean blanket onto it, I turn away from the terrifying Alpha and shake as lava spreads through my muscles and weighs down my organs.
The doors open and light blinds me.
The mission must not fail.
My entire planet relies on me, even if only a select few know of the issue. Without the information I’m meant to retrieve, life on Algar-din will cease to exist.
We’ll use up all natural resources and fade into a slow, agonizing death.
Much like how my sanity dies in the heat of this new serum.
Chapter Seven
Alpha
I sit as rigid as the ridiculous seating will allow, scowling at the rambunctious idiots filling the room.
Myself and the other occupants of the table stand out among the crowd, looking over almost everyone’s heads despite our seated position.
No one approaches. My comrades speak to each other in our native language, no doubt terrifying those who sit around the closest tables.
I meet the white pupils of my fellow commander’s eyes.
“No wonder no one will bring us refreshments. With your sour face, not even my mother would tend your table.”
I snarl, unable to shake the uneasy weight settling in my bones. There’s a barrier, something keeping me from tapping into the source of my instincts.
Usually, my instincts give me sound advice, as useful as the most logical of thoughts, so my comrade’s intrusion is not wanted.
The lights around the main auction stage dim, signaling the imminent arrival of another subjugated creature.
After scowling at the tiny brunette led onto the stage, I annihilate the unwarranted disappointment rising in my soul. A deep breath later and I’ve wiped the angry expression off my face.
Meeting my comrade’s eyes again, I quirk my eyebrow at him in annoyance.
“I do not need my table tended. If you wanted service, you should not have blackmailed me into coming,” I say, keeping my voice steady despite my illogical urge to roar in frustration.
His bellowed laughter rings through the room, making several passerby’s duck in fright before scurrying away.
“I am pleased to see you so devoted to our cause, Commander, but this trip is not a chore. These wretches will either turn to the Alliance and strengthen our numbers, or they will die. Either way, loosen your belt and enjoy yourself.”
His guttural voice scratches my senses more than normal, but I ignore my personal discomfort and lower my eyebrow. Instead of doing as I wish and furthering an argument, I force a neutral response.
“Of course, Commander Bryn.”
I motion to the nearest waitress, and she walks toward us with halting steps, unable to hide her trepidation.
“Fire nectar around the table, on me,” I say in the local tongue, flipping between languages with ease. The waitress stops tugging on her uniform collar and responds with a proper acknowledgment before scanning my watch pad.
If it’ll make my fellow leader shut up, I’ll spend credits on beverages, even if I refuse to drink them myself.
His eyes flare in understanding and he shows his approval with a low chuckle. The waitress scuttles away like a petrified rodent.
I ignore my party’s rumbles as they thank me with a most fearsome growl of approval.
As the waitress returns, the main stage lights dim again, and I refute the urge to glance that way by snatching the first drink from her.
The glass shatters in my hand as something blooms behind my sternum, forcing every muscle and tendon in my body to seize.
On instinct, I swing my eyes to the illuminated auction stage.
Lust spears through me, the curvy form being shoved through the opening doors stealing my attention. The bright lights make her fiery red hair glow, and as she struggles to regain her balance, her breasts threaten to spill from her intricate white and silver corset.
With glass shards embedding into my palm and shouts of surprise filling the air, the truth smacks into me.
She is mine.
The holo board projects a number over the force field at the side of the stage, but I don’t bother to glance at it. Her growing pupils swallow up the spirited sky-blue irises, and although the shield blocks her scent, I imagine her sweetness with such vividity my cock hardens and my incisors ache.
A nearby feminine shriek brings me back to myself, but I cannot stop my snarl as the Alpha leading my mate on-stage pulls her roughly by the collar.
If she has any marks from him, I will kill him.
With a start, I realize all previous slaves had their hands free, but she does not. She cannot grip the collar to protect her slender neck from his abuse.
Holding in my roar by the skin of my teeth, I force my ass to stay planted in the chair. Swiping my bloody finger across my wrist pad, I pay no attention to the price, bidding twice the amount posted.
The beauty on stage will belong to no other.
I long to pillow her delectable breasts around my shaft. Blood pounds in my ears as I envision lifting her sheer skirt and burying my head between her legs. She’ll no doubt make the most gorgeous sounds as I force her body to completion.
While she writhes in pleasure, I’ll sink my cock into her weeping cunt so fast she’ll lose the ability to breathe.
My teeth throb in demand, wanting so badly to sink into her flesh and merge our souls that they lengthen despite her being across the room.
A message beeps across my wrist pad, and I growl my displeasure. The warning states she destroyed property and must make amends.
The overseer refuses to accept credits as a viable option.
She must pay in pain.
The waitress bumps the nearest table in her haste to get away from me, but I pay her no mind, rolling out another angry growl as the Reptan Alpha forces my mate to her knees in the center of the stage.
I mash the button flashing on my personal armband, acknowledging the situation.
My patience breaks as my fuchsia blood smears across the next correspondence and impedes my view, so with a rage-filled swipe, I clean both it and my hand across my vest.
Needing to see her again, my eyes dart to the stage.
She’s plump, spoiled, and gorgeous.
I find I cannot look away from her expression—her heated resolve, deep-seated anger and fiery eyes lend a stunning beauty to her reluctant subservience. Knowledge of the dangerous situation she’s in shines from her shrinking irises, yet her bravery keeps her firm in her stance.
She hates her guard. The fury written on her face says it all—she wants nothing more than to rip his manhood from his body.
I need my hands in her blazing hair while I command her to do every wicked thing my body yearns for.
I need her teeth in my neck, her pussy around my cock, and her soul woven within mine. I long for her squeals as I knot her, locking us together for days.
I crave her obstinance. The fear and strength in her brings me such joy I envision years of happiness, loving every second she struggles to accept my dominance.
She trembles under the other Alpha’s hands, and I lunge out of my chair, stalking through the tables as I check my wrist pad. The closer I get, the more abnormal the flush on her skin seems, and fury punches me in the gut as I see the notification on my screen.
They’ve given her a new lust serum. She shouldn’t go into heat, but she gives every sign of early estrous.
Here, in front of thousands of Alphas, she fights the first symptoms of her cycle.
This is wholly unacceptable.
She is mine and no one else’s. I do not wish to share, no matter how proud I am of her beauty and spirit.
The guard instructs her to spread her knees further. Her luminescent blue eyes flash an ice-cold burn while n
ever rising from the floor.
She’s too slow to respond, so he uses his massive foot and roughly widens her stance.
She wobbles, her balance lost, and her full breasts shimmy in response. My mouth waters, begging to taste her.
The upper edge of her left areola peeks out of the tight corset. I want to lick it, then sink my fangs into the delicate, flushed flesh, leaving a permanent scar. I would refuse her the pleasure of my mating venom, saving it for the major artery running through her neck while enjoying her gasp of pain.
A notification pops onto my personal device, and with a snarl I approve the transaction.
The Reptan guard raises his hand, showing my mate the crop he holds. His eyes gleam with satisfaction while he exposes his jagged teeth in a diabolical grin.
A beautiful flash of worry crosses my Omega’s features, but she doesn’t move or refuse his treatment of her. His scaly hand snaps out and grabs a handful of her hair in a menacing, demeaning act.
She bares her teeth at him, despite the obvious arousal and terror running through her.
Beautiful. I must have her.
My long strides carry me closer, and I curse the large empty space between the first row of tables and the stage.
He raises the crop as though to strike her with it.
She clamps her delectable lips closed and her face scrunches up in terror. A moment of weakness grips her, but she shores up her determination, setting her jaw in defiance.
Her quick recovery arrows straight to my cock. I want to ravage her.
Panic shines through her features, but she keeps her spine firm as her skin flushes further.
His hand still holds her hair, forcing her to stay in place and endure the mental agony of awaiting the crop.
A patch of the force field shuts off, allowing me to launch myself onto the raised stage. I do not pause, but stalk toward the Alpha manhandling my Omega.
Her ragged breathing washes over me as her scent nearly knocks me over.
Her body demands satisfaction, the perfume of her slick so potent my cock jerks in my trousers.
