2. O-11
Chapter two
O-11
I dig my heels against the floor, but it’s polished concrete so I slip. I snarl and lash out but can barely flap my elbows between their unforgiving grip and the internal fever turning my strength to mush. The two bitches drag me through the tunnels to a section of the base where the hospital-pretense ends. The familiar dark chasm of the nest yawns in front of me, a gaping black pit waiting to swallow me whole, dignity and all.
Every facade I’ve wrapped myself in drops away and I throw myself against their grip, biting and flailing like the wild thing they’ve made me.
Bitch One growls at me, twisting my arm roughly. “Stop fighting it, Eleven!”
A sob chokes me, cutting off a howl I didn’t know was mine. Why aren’t my alphas coming for me? How much longer can I survive this agony? For so many years I’ve endured this, heat after heat, and I can’t take anymore. My fingernails catch in flesh, and I stumble, trying to get my feet underneath me to run.
“Aww, you’re hurting my feelings, ‘Lev.” The familiar male voice cuts through the mind fog like a knife.
“No!” I screech, shoving the Bitches aside with a sudden burst of strength and fleeing up the hallway.
Strong arms pluck me off my feet, leaving me running in midair. “One would think you’re not happy to see me, but here I am, hanging out for your heats, my little haze cow.” The huge alpha dangles me under his arm and I burst into sobs.
“Fuck off, Ray!”
He rumbles. “No, I’d rather fuck in.” The alpha who always appears for my heats carts me into the dark belly-of-the-beast room, smothering my vision—and my hopes.
“You got here just in time, Ray,” Bitch Two says, heading for the side bench to do first aid on his scratched arms.
“She seems extra feisty today,” Ray remarks, slinging me onto the padded table and holding me down.
Bitch One locks my wrist in a cuff, squeezing the leather cruelly tight. “One of the long-term omegas changed hands this week.”
I spit at her, and she backhands my face, leaving my skin stinging and more flushed than before.
“Easy now,” Ray says, his voice anything but soothing as he locks my other hand in a cuff. “You don’t want to sour the product.” The padding folds in nicely around my body, and I hate it for offering even an inkling of comfort.
I sneer at the alpha. “For the record, I’m as sour as can be.”
He smirks and runs his thumb up my thigh, collecting my slick and bringing it to his nose. “Pain is a whole different ball game, pet. Although, you seem to like things rough.”
I don’t want to see it, but a tent grows in his pants and fuck if I’m not interested in those trousers coming off. That’s the problem with being an omega in heat. The body doesn’t listen to a word the brain says. And I despise nothing more than the fact my pussy aches for his cock and knot even though I don’t want to be within a thousand miles of him. Or here.
“I hate you!” I snarl.
He nods. “I’m sure. But hate fucking is fun too.” He leans over me, and the disgusting scent of his licorice musk settles in my nose. No one likes licorice.
I sneer. “Then go back to your shitty swamp and do it with your ogre pack!” The more I talk, the less I think about what’s clinking in the kidney-shaped bowl Bitch Number Two places near my head.
Ray chuckles and drops his nose to my collarbone—while holding my throat to keep out of reach of my teeth. The chunk I took from his right earlobe a year ago was enough of a lesson for him to be cautious. If I get the chance, I’ll make the other side match. Or his nose. I’m not fussy.
Unfortunately, his alpha smog this close to my nose makes my pussy go wild and slick rolls down my thighs in thick gushes.
“She’s ready,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire. “Aren’t you, pet?”
I want to say no, but my whines betray me. I pant, the heat burning through my body and scorching away my sanity. “Go away,” I mutter lamely as my leg presses harder against his body. Just one little feel.
He strokes my calves, my blazing heat scent bringing out the alpha in him. The rotten sort, because he should protect me instead of helping them.
“Want some pillows, Eleven?” Bitch Number One asks cruelly, stacking small cushions around me.
I thrash, trying to free myself. “No! Get rid of them!” I shout.
But she ignores me. The silky glide of fabric against my skin heightens my need for touch, and I whine piteously. Fucking bastards.
“Ray—” The traitorous plea slips through my panting lips. I tug against my restraints, trying to free myself before my skin catches on fire.
The alpha’s hands tighten around my thighs, thumbs dangerously close to the inferno. “Go ahead, pet. Tell me what you need.”
I clamp my teeth together. I won’t ask.
He runs his hands up my thigh creases, triggering a fresh batch of twitches. The floodgates of slick burst open. Ray massages my soaked underwear, taking his time as he rolls them down my legs. He isn’t in a rush. They’ll have me for three days, sucking on me like leeches.
“Nothing to say, ‘Lev? Don’t be shy. I know you want this alpha cock.” He steps away, into my side view.
It’s a mistake to look, I know it is, but my gaze drop as he shucks off his clothes to reveal his erection. I whimper. My jaw aches from how tightly I’m locking my teeth together. If I beg for it, they can claim it was consensual, but an omega in heat will say anything to get a knot. Everyone knows that.
“Come on, ‘Lev, play nice. Or else I’ll have to let them at you.” Ray drags his naked body up my legs.
I cry. I’m not proud of myself, but my heats are the only time I can’t control the tears. Can’t control a damn thing. “Fuck off!” I hiss. “Go bury yourself down the shitter with the other turds!”
Ray chokes.
“Maybe you just need a little more nest environment,” Bitch One says, dragging pillows closer to my face. I turn away, the shivers wracking my body, but still I refuse.
The dim red lights in the room blot out as she covers my face with a pillow. I scream and thrash my head around, but I can’t escape. Oxygen hemorrhages out of my cells and I arch as my lungs burn me from the inside out. Fucking vultures! One day, I swear I’ll get my revenge. If I survive.
The satin smothering my nose lifts, the fabric darkened with my snot and tears. I gasp. The voices in my head fade. I’m dying.
Ray’s cruel words filter through the fog. “Maybe it’s time to bring one of the other omegas in for the job.”
Sweet O-18 tied to the table and forced? Or that precious boy omega? O-9’s silky black hair tangling with spit and sweat? They don’t deserve this. None of us do, but at least I’m trained to endure. I’m stronger than they are.
I stop fighting. “Please,” I whisper. The rest of the words evaporate on my tongue. Please don’t hurt them. Please come find me, alphas. I don’t even know who I’m talking to; I just want it all to go away.
“That’ll do,” Ray says roughly, dragging my loosened knees apart.
I sob with bitter relief as his cock plunges inside my blazing pussy and I clench around him. It feels so good and so fucking despicable at the same time. I loathe heat fever.
Ray groans as he sinks deep, and my haze scent goes wild. “Pin her.”
A rattle sounds near my head. “Please don’t,” I whimper. I sound like a fucking crybaby, but that metallic clinking dissolves all my resistance.
Bitch One ignores me and pulls a hypodermic needle out of the tray. “Hold her,” she orders.
Bitch Two forces my shoulders down and wraps a restraining strap around my throat. I’m pierced at both ends; one by an unforgivable alpha, and the other by betas who sell my haze so they can live like tycoons. Scum-of-the-earth.
The thin metal stings near my clavicle as it delves into my skin to find the haze glands hidden beside the bone, and I yelp. I’m tied up so tight, all I can do is turn my face away as the yellowish liquid slides into the canister; my omeganess draining away.
“Hush, ‘Lev, it’s not so bad,” Ray croons. “If it’s any consolation, alpha scents get harvested these days, too.”
His words blur through the pain, but I hate how good his voice sounds. Those soft groans soothe my ears, and his licorice scent melts into a kind of bitter dessert fudge.
You know you’ve fucking lost it when even licorice smells good. His fingers dig into my thighs as he thrusts deep inside, making my breath catch. Each stroke slides through my slick, scratching an internal itch. But not satisfying enough.
“At least give me your knot,” I mutter, rage thickening my voice.
He slides his fingers up my bare hips, thumbs massaging the curves. “You know I can’t do that, pet.”
“They’ll cut you to shreds,” I promise darkly, straining against the restraints.
“Oh, do you mean your alphas?” He thrusts again, punishing my snark by teasing his knot against my body, and I cry out as my back arches off the table with need.
“Yes,” I gasp. My fingers quiver with the need to hold something, and one of the bitches slips a cushion into my grip. Fuck them. Fuck this hellhole.
“I’m sure they will, but you’re forgetting something.” Ray tilts my hips, getting better purchase. His breath comes faster, lacing his tone with a raw need. “You’re forgetting they don’t know where you are. No one does.”
His words make the ache in my chest explode, devouring my body and my hope. Heat fever detonates over me in all its infernal glory, stripping away rational thought. I’m an irrational creature of lust, driven by my needs. An omega in heat.
“Shit, her glands are filling again.” The nurse pulls out another syringe.
“Knot,” I beg shamelessly. Why was I even resisting? It’ll feel so good, like cold water plunged on this raging fire. My chest heaves with my gasped breaths.
“Fuck,” Ray groans, edging me. “Not yet, pet.”
Tears run down my cheeks and into my ears, irritating and wet. “Now. Please. Please give it to me!”
Ray growls, fingers digging into my waist. “Fuck, when she begs this sweetly, you’d never know she’s a wild freak.” His words have no meaning for me. All that matters is him withholding the cure for this devouring, painful inferno.
Pain pricks my shoulder again, and I whine. Just go away and let me enjoy myself, since I’m cursed to live in an omega’s body. But I can’t. This dark room closes me in with my merciless captors, trapping me in a half state where I’m forced to watch while they take vial after vial of my haze while this fucker of an alpha edges me until my sanity shatters and foam runs from my mouth.
“I’ll die. I’ll die,” I pant, choking as my froth and jagged breaths compete to use my throat. “You fucking bastard! If you’re gonna steal my haze, at least give me your weak-ass knot! Fuck! I need it, Ray, or I’ll die!”
He chuckles. “Come on, pet. You haven’t died yet in all these years, so what’s one more?” Ray lifts my knee for better purchase, still fucking into my pussy. That’s the key to unlocking the golden goose, after all. Good fucking D, with no knot.
An entire colony of fire ants march along my collarbone, biting and stinging and trampling my skin as the needle pricks over and over. I’ll be bruised black for days.
“Okay, she’s dry.”
The words filter through the feverish smog, suffocating my mind. I moan as his knot rams in through my weeping pussy, locking in a huge orgasm. I pretend. Pretend it belongs to my alpha who came to get me. Pretend he’s gathering me up and peppering kisses all over my trembling lips, licking away the tears that won’t stop falling.
After a few more spasms, my body finally relaxes and a deep sigh spills through me. I can’t tell if it’s the knot or if they’ve shot me with another sedative. Both make everything blurry.
Ray pulls free, dragging the knot painfully from my needy cunt. I whimper, but I’ve no strength left.
He slaps my ass. “All right, pet, see you in two hours.”
The first handful of hours are over. Only seventy more to survive.
All three of them walk out, leaving me huddled in my juices with reality pressing down to steal every shred of optimism until I’m weeping and shaking. Drowning in my own tears.
Even if my alphas could find this place, who’d want a used chew toy like me?