Chapter 1 #2
I don’t feel any adverse effects yet from the pill they forced me to take, but my stomach feels a little warm. Rubella walks me over to the bed and one of her daughters presses my face into the bed while someone else holds my arms back and flips my dress up to expose my lower half.
“Oh that’s pretty,” Thora says, her fingers pulling my ass cheeks apart. The air makes me shiver as she exposes my pussy.
“Be quick about it if you want a taste,” Rubella snaps. “It’s obvious that we’re going to need to kick start this medication if we’re going to get her to slick. I swear, this omega is broken. She says she can’t speak, but I heard her cry out while I was waxing her. Shove something in her mouth.”
Fingers shove rough fabric inside my mouth as a tongue drags up my pussy, making me gasp in denial. That same hand holds my mouth closed and pressed against the comforter as Thora eats me out. Her sounds make my pussy slick against my will, and I whimper as fingers are pushed inside of me.
“Ugh, she needs more slick,” Rubella complains.
My body is heating up at an alarming rate.
I’ve never had a heat before. Is this what I’m feeling?
Thora sucks on my clit, something I’ve never felt before.
I’ve never touched myself, explored, due to not having any interest in it.
I associate pain with my slick, this pleasure I’m feeling feels wrong.
“Argh,” I groan, shuddering as my muscles begin to quiver. My stomach cramps hard before slick is pushed out of my cunt, and Thora giggles as she licks it up.
She only plays with me enough to keep me on the edge, never letting me come. My body bucks against the teasing, my muscles locking up with need. I want her to go away, to leave me alone, yet my body has other plans due to the pill.
“That’s good,” Rubella says, pulling her daughter away. Unable to help it, I keen in unhappiness. Slapping my ass, she hushes me. “Now, let’s see if we can get this thing inside of her.”
Hands pull my lower cheeks open again while I’m held still, and my body stiffens as something is pressed against my asshole.
“Relax,” Thora hisses. “It’s going in one way or another.”
Unfortunately, she’s not lying, and there’s a light sheen of sweat on my skin by the time the large plug is pushed deep inside my ass.
I can’t get any relief from it. Instead, the constant pulse of pressure keeps me uncomfortably aware of it.
Slick pushes in a river out of my ass to help them push it the last inch in, and the three of them release me.
My breaths huff out in hoarse pain as I spit out the gag, finding that it’s a pillow sham they found.
“May as well use this wetness on your skin to our own advantage,” Rubella says.
A brush is run up and down my skin, leaving behind an iridescent sparkle. The same setting spray is applied to the glitter so it won’t shed, and then hands are pulling me to my feet, where I weave slightly.
“Drink this,” Rubella says, pushing a glass into my trembling hand.
Gazing at her wearily, I watch as Thora rolls her eyes and takes a sip from the glass. Her lips are still shiny with my slick, and I swallow convulsively at the reminder that her mouth and tongue were on my most vulnerable parts.
“It’s just water,” she scoffs, giving it back to me. Unable to refuse since I know they’ll force me to drink it otherwise, I take a deep sip. It only helps slightly to settle my nerves, and Thora puts it away.
The three of them walk around me, fixing a curl here and there, and Rubella touches up my lips before spraying my face once more. A knock at the door has her turning, where Deacon stands waiting.
Inhaling sharply, I find that I can’t scent anything anymore. Whatever was in the pill Rubella gave me has also stolen my sense of smell. Gone is the sour scent of pickled eggs and vinegar, and there’s a barren feeling left behind.
Piece by piece, I’m being stripped bare of what makes me…me.
“It’s time,” Deacon says, his deep baritone sliding across my skin. The sound of it has my thighs pressing tightly together, whereas before he never really affected me. “Is she ready?”
Something is very wrong. I don’t know how I’m going to walk, much less dance when I’m so aware of every movement I make due to the unwanted stretch of the plug. I know there will be consequences if I manage to push out the damned thing.
“Yes, we just put the final touches together, Alpha,” Rubella says. Her lips press against me quickly and she whispers, “Don’t fuck this up, girl. Keep that plug inside of you until someone removes it or it’ll go badly for you.”
Her gaze remains on the ground as she pushes me forward. Her daughters also are subservient and quiet as Deacon presses his hand on my bare back.
I am too exposed, and I fucking hate it.
I think it may be worse than sitting in a cage with barely any clothing.
Instead, this dress is meant to seduce and tantalize, when I’d rather be ignored.
Deacon touches one of my curls reverently, making me flinch.
I don’t know how to behave, and I’m feeling very overstimulated after so much attention from Rubella and her daughters.
“Everyone is waiting,” he says tonelessly. Gone is the earlier warmth that I didn’t know to miss until now. “Come along.”
Deacon usually uses my name, and I feel the loss of that as I follow slightly behind him. It feels as if I’m less than human most days, it’s nice to hear the sound of my name.
Róisin ó Cléirigh, I whisper in my mind. I know who I am, and that has to be enough until I die or leave this place. As another cramp rips through my body, I press my lips tightly together to keep silent.
I have a very bad feeling about tonight, and the pain in every step won’t allow me to drift away into my mind. Instead, everything feels hyper focused, colors are brighter despite the dim lighting, and I’m more attune to the highly polished floor beneath my feet.
Whatever is coming for me, is sure to hurt. All I can ask for is that someone will lose their control and kill me quickly. Death will be mercy compared to holding the memories of what happens next.