It was more than the pain.

There were no real words to describe the sense of emptiness—mind-numbing, hollow, torment didn’t come close. It was like being injected with acid. Her every movement and wail completely out of her control.

Rational thought had fled hours ago.

One moment Brenya hallucinated she was still dangling upside down from the outside of the Dome. The next she was in the alley with Jacques while he ripped her apart.

When she asked him to stop, he dropped her, the ground falling out from under her to the point Brenya’s skull bounced off the floor.

The blow woke her up.

She was back in the cockpit, where it was too bright from sunlight streaming through the windscreen.

Or was it from the orange strobe emanating from the beeping console?

Hull breach. Or was that air regulation failure?

Or was that the sun glinting off the Dome as she was cooked alive in her bio-suit, abandoned by her people, and worthless without her assignment?

Another wave of cramping bowed her body off the ground, left her shaken… and blind.

Trying to blink through the spots, warbling hallucinations played before her eyes. A blue-eyed Beta kneeling, the front of his trousers soaked through with something offering the most delicious of scents.

Dragging her body across the floor no matter her creaking limbs, Brenya tried to reach the male. She would have too, missing the fact the Beta had been restrained, that there was a weapon pointed at his skull.

A pair of bio-suit boots stepped into her path.

They were scentless, just another obstacle between the only thing that might end this torment. Straining to reach through them, from Brenya’s mouth came a series of incoherent filth that would have made an old whore blush.

The Beta was red-faced, eyes bulging. “Get me away from her!”

“If he so much as twitches backward, shoot him.”

That voice… that was the baritone of another male, but she could smell only the one.

A boot heel came to her shoulder, pushing her spine to the floor. Broad form blocking out the horrible sun, the mechanics of the suit’s speaker projected a soft question. “What am I to do with you, Brenya?”

Weeping, so close to relief but denied by the unshakable weight on her chest, she babbled, “Please.”

“Is this an improvement over all I’ve offered? Here you are, in the very estrous I have been patiently waiting for, away from your nest, outside of the safety of our home, writhing on a dirty floor and so desperate for relief”—the figure pointed to the kneeling Beta—“you would beg for that to fuck you.”

She’d given up trying to dislodge the boot, Brenya’s fingers snaking down her belly to thrust themselves where the ache had only grown at the sound of that voice. Wet squishes were pointless music in air drenched with the song of female need.

In and out, pressure on her clit, nothing helped.

She needed a male, went back to staring at the only one, while spreading her legs wide so the Beta could see what was on offer.

It worked. The Ambassador was fixated on the show, struggling as if he too had a boot weighing down his chest.

“And now you know what it is to be Omega.” The chuckle was coarse, muffled by the helmet electronics, and cruel. “It’s my duty to drive that lesson in. Never again will you dare to defy me, mon chou. Never again will you put yourself at risk. I am Commodore, and I will protect the Dome and all who live in. I will protect you from yourself.”

The great form looming over her kneeled, pinning the female before she might scamper straight toward temptation. Jacques took her jaw, forced her head to face him, and shoved the padded fingers of his gloved hand straight into her cunt.

A sharp inhale, and the female fell back and spread wider.

“This should have taken place in a soft nest. For that, it’s going to hurt more once I get my cock in you. I won’t hold back, Brenya. Bad girls have to learn their place. By the time your estrous breaks, you’ll have submitted to anything I demand. I’m going to take you in depraved ways that would make your sweet, virginal sensibilities recoil. Furthermore, you’ll thank me, your Alpha. You’ll beg me for more. You’ll have no choice.”

The thick bio-suit gloves abandoned her pussy and went to the reflective helmet’s latch. As it lifted, the most enticing scent slipped forward to tease at the estrous high Omega’s nose.

With a snarl, Brenya lost all interest in the Beta, reaching for that form holding her down as if salvation awaited.

One deep breath of her and Jacques grew vicious. He tore at the bio-suit, roared at her to spread.

But she was too far gone to pay attention. Tongue to salty flesh, clawing at any part that offered more perfect Alpha musk, Brenya rubbed herself against him.

It was not long before her back slammed against the wall with such force all breath was knocked from her body. Gasping, she was not even able to scream out her joy at the immaculate intrusion of an engorged, pulsating, and perfect cock.

One thrust, and the first knot was immediate. She had not even come, but her body began seizing in response to thick ropes of semen. Voice raw, Brenya’s first scream caught in a sandpaper throat.

She needed so much more.

Laughing as she sobbed, the pain began to abate and hunger began to replace it. Legs wrapping tightly around the middle of a body that would make it all okay, she squirmed against the knot, and set her teeth to the nearest bit of flesh and broke skin.

A male roar shook her, but she would not let go.

Fingers wrapped around her neck, forcing her head back, and then a delicious mouth was on hers.

This was not pleasure; this was preservation.

She was already begging him for more, because the cramp had returned and his knot was not enough.

“Mon chou—”

Whining, tears running down dirty cheeks she pleaded, “Help me.”

“You must be patient through the knot or I will not give you another one.”

Sobbing against a sweat soaked chest, the inconsolable Omega mourned her short-lived relief. By the time he could rut again, she was far gone into another world of need, unaware of all around her but the insatiable frenzy to fuck.

Ruthless, just like he promised, he was rough with her—abusing her clit, tormenting her nipples, and coming at his leisure while pointedly denying her release by keeping the knot outside her body.

It took hours of her begging before he allowed her to climax properly.

The torture had done its work. Brenya was broken, sweating, twitching, and unable to follow even the simplest command.

“I think you’ve learned who owns your body, who can deny your pleasure, and who can take all your pain away.” Jacques thrust in hard, rocking his pelvis exactly the way she needed, and lodging his growing knot deep in her core.

The scream wormed from her gut when her cunt began to milk him with ferocity, her hisses less animal and more maiden.

Lust drugged eyes blinked as if waking from a dream, an ocean of pleasure washing away consuming madness.

She knew that sculpted face, that golden hair. “Jacques?”

The little female was no match for the huge Alpha’s wrath. “You’ll never get away from me again.”

The moment’s clarity and the threat in his voice brought with it hysteria. Brenya tried to scramble out from under him, only for the Alpha to roar and flip her to her belly against the slick smeared, gritty floor.

When he forced his way back in, it felt so good, each punishing thrust drawing a wheezing scream from the female despite how she kicked her legs and refused.

It was not long before she was pushing her ass back against his hips, before she was squealing at the feel of his hand reaching under her to finger her clit. The beast grew appeased, less violent… almost gentle even when she submitted and climaxed when he ordered her to come.

Obedience was reward.

Growling with each breath, his weight on her back, a large hand began to rub the hair from her face. “Sweet girl.”

Blinking, the sweet girl’s eyes stared toward the cockpit door, toward the form of a tormented Beta who was openly ejaculating against the straining fabric over his erection as if it was his cock inside her.

There had not even been a form of friction to draw out his release.

He’d come from the sight and scent alone.

Their eyes met, even as Jacques began to pull her into another position. On her hands and knees with her breasts hanging down, the Alpha posed her as if taunting the Beta who wrenched against his restraints and strained to come forward.

It excited her, just as Jacques’ massive knot excited her. There was no controlling the power of estrous or the total oblivion it brought to the mind.

Behind her, the Alpha knot began to fade, Brenya’s body reacting exactly as it should have—pushing back against him, working his shaft to draw out another.

In front of the guards, in front of the Ambassador, her noises were that of an obedient Omega in heat. She even came crying out delight with a smile.

Her Alpha leaned his weight over her body, his chest licking her spine. It was heaven, made all the better when he nipped a path across her neck.

“Dearest Brenya, punished and brought to heel. Give me your mouth, show them who you obey.”

Tingles teased her spine into arch, Brenya turning her head on command. He kissed her nicely for the first time since he’d begun, groaning, pleased when it was her tongue playing until the knot began to shrink.

The smile tugging at her cracked lips turned into a frown when instead of fucking her again, the Alpha pulled out.

Her scraped body was rolled to its back, and, though she resisted, her knees were pressed to her ears… but not so he might penetrate.

It was for inspection.

An endless dribble of semen and slick squished out faster the further he pushed back her legs. As she complained, a broad tongue passed over her slit, gathering up what spilled and sucking it into his mouth.

It was hers and she wanted it back, and tried in vain to push him off before he sucked out more.

When his mouth was full, he crept over her trembling belly, grunting in approval when she instinctively parted her lips so he might spill his catch into her mouth.

The sting in her throat grew soothed, hoarse breaths softening as she swallowed. Over and over he filled her mouth, his fingers still toying with the flesh between her legs.

The more he touched her, the more he fed her, the more he fucked her… the more Jacques drew her deeper into his power.

It didn’t matter that the filthy floor served as her nest—her estrous addled brain forgot to care who the Alpha was easing the need, that they had an audience… that she should have fought back with every fiber of her being.

The first time he coaxed her to sleep, some part of her felt Jacques still feasting on her breasts, fucking her dripping hole with smooth thrusts, and knotting at his leisure while she lay prone and too exhausted to move.

The moment she began to stir, he drew her to his lap, urging her to ride him while she leaned against his shoulder. Once she set a rhythm, he had a new show for the panting Beta at the door.

His fingers began to circle her anus.

It was pleasurable, the heat of his body, his touch, the purr—even the sound of his exasperation. “You risked the lives of millions, and for what? To get away from something we both know you enjoy? Badly done, Brenya.”

Nosing his chest and ignoring his words, she yipped when a thick finger penetrated a place he had never breached before. When he added another, using her slick to pump smoothly in and out she raised her head and met deceitful eyes.

“Do you like that?

She didn’t dislike it. Especially when he spread his fingers and made his wonderful cock feel all the bigger.

Jacques smiled. “You do…”

When another digit burrowed in, her eyes went wide, breath catching.

“The Dome is under immediate threat. As Commodore it is my sacred duty to protect it at all costs. I swore I’d keep you safe, and I will keep that vow.” Jacques pressed a kiss to the distracted female’s slack lips, playing with her ass while his gaze went to another. “Look at him, mon chou. He wants to fuck you; I can smell it. Even now he’s watching my fingers and imagining they are his cock.”

“More.”

Throwing back his head, Jacques strained to keep from pounding upward and taking it all for himself when she begged so sweetly. “All these hours he’s had to watch how perfect you are. All these hours he’s had no relief. Even now he’s trying to break out of his restraints.”

Brenya, mindless of his words, moved her hips with greater urgency—her ass burning, and her clit throbbing in time to his touch.

Voice shaking, Jacques removed his fingers and coldly ordered, “Release the Ambassador.”

Loyal guards in bio-suits, impervious to the scent and show, obeyed.

There was no sound of a struggle, only the blow of a body crashing into the bouncing Omega. Before she might recognize that another male was pressing against her back, something much thicker than Jacques’ fingers shoved full inside her second hole.

The Beta’s manic thrusting upset her balance, Jacques’ hands coming to her hips so he too might let loose his lust on the unknowing female.

Caught between them, stuffed in a way she’d never imagined, Brenya howled. The buildup of pleasure was instantaneous, washing over her with so many squeezing hands and so many nipping mouths.

She grew too full, but it was not the expanding knot, or the kick of a stranger’s cock in her ass jettisoning Beta come—it was a river of energy shoving what she was out of the way—one that was pulling her under, sideways, and inside out.

When the bliss was perfect, sharp pain came to her shoulder, a stab of agony partnering the cruel bite when a second pair of teeth broke the skin of her neck.

Unwelcome sensation broke through her breastbone, shattering her insides at the peak of debilitating orgasm. She was too weak to hold it back, the building chain that tore through her mind, her essence, her very soul, worse than the pair of males tearing her cunt and ass.

Choking as the world went black, the Omega was overtaken by an unthinkable distortion of self. The rage and lust rocking her body weren’t hers… they were theirs—Alpha/Beta infections, and she could not shut them out any more than she could squeeze their sperm from the cavities they’d abused.

Jacques’ final punishment had taken hold—a desecration of the pair-bond he’d sworn would bring her joy. She was not just tied to one. She was tied to two. And they were both completely rapacious, snapping up every last part of her until there was nothing left.

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