Raven had been another omega who’d taken everything from me. My job. The man I adored. The prestige of working for Genwell and discovering the more permanent suppression drug meant to keep our genetic urges at bay. I’d only found out about her status by hacking the anonymous census data and used it against her, destroying her mission out into the wilds and forcing her to come to terms with the omega inside her. I had shown the entire city what she was. Only it had all gone wrong. Alix had been an alpha too and chosen her instead of me. Alix and two other strong alphas from the wild had rescued her and taken me too.
And now I was going to pay for everything.
My skin heated, warming under the light of the sun, and I panicked a little, looking up at the sky and trying to determine what time it was. The sun was high overhead, indicative of around noon. I had less than an hour of suppressant left in my system.
It was as though I could feel it breaking down inside of me, my liver enzymes hard at work metabolizing the drug so that my body could no longer depend on its effect. Eventually, my omega would rear her head, liberated from the weight of the suppressants and free for the first time in my life.
My nipples hardened, tingling as the gentle breeze passed over them, and I breathed in an unsteady breath. Deep in my belly, my insides began to curl up and tighten. My heartbeat began to quicken and I tensed all the muscles in my body.
Sweat beaded on my forehead and I could almost sense as the blood surging through my veins heated, rising one degree after another as I prepared to enter an omega heat.
All of this was the signs of my estrous, coming much sooner than I had expected. Maybe my liver was more efficient than most or it was later than I had estimated, but either way, it didn’t matter. In that moment, everything fell into place. I knew what was going to happen and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
I was going into heat and somewhere out there was an alpha who was going to come and fuck me through it. Worse, I knew that eventually I’d beg for him to do it. I’d curse him if he didn’t. I’d plead for him to fill me with his seed over and over again until I had nothing left.
I lifted my head, watching as people gathered on the viewing area atop the wall. They were quite a way up, at least forty feet, safe behind the glass of the dome, observing my nakedness as I stood tied to the pole.
I shivered and my nipples tightened even further. My shoulders hunched forward as I cried out in pain, my breasts feeling heavy and weighted with desire. I turned away, shame and humiliation welling up from deep inside my soul, and I whimpered.
The more time passed, the hotter I became. My skin crawled with heat and more sweat began to bead at my brow, rolling in droplets down my face and off my chin. I even felt them dripping between my breasts. My nipples ached, painfully hard and sensitive with only the wind playing at the vulnerable tips. My bare pussy twitched, and I began to feel the first evidence of arousal between my legs. I was beginning to get wet for the very first time in my life.
In the city, the drug suppressed feelings like this. We didn’t have sex. Babies were made in test tubes. It made things much simpler. It helped the population to focus on careers, keeping the city constantly progressing.
It helped not to think about what was coming, but soon my body demanded my attention.
I swallowed; my mouth was dry. My lips cracked and I groaned, the dry scrape of my tongue sliding against my cheek.
“Water, please,” I begged.
One of the men watching over me walked over from the wall and joined me up on stage. He had a water bottle with him, and I opened my mouth. He gently poured water onto my tongue and I gulped it down. He stayed with me for a while longer, until I had drunk much of the water, and then he eventually left to return to his station, leaving me alone to my retribution once more.
My thirst quenched, I sighed and trembled as my core clenched harder and I began to identify the feeling as desire. My thighs quivered with it and the folds of my pussy grew wetter with my arousal.
I closed my eyes and I was suddenly aware of every single nerve in my body. They started to come alive, electricity surging across each axon, and I whimpered softly. The feeling was so foreign, but so intense that there was little I could do to stop it.
I knew what was coming. I’d seen the process of an omega’s estrous and studied it in order to develop a drug that induced it with the sole purpose of revenge. Nothing I could have read or watched could have prepared me for the intensity of the feeling of desire developing within my very own body though. This was far more powerful than I could have ever realized.
I remembered the woman who I’d studied during her captivity. Her silver hair. Those pretty eyes. The way her skin had pinkened when she’d entered her heat.
Her screams haunted my memory. The sounds of her pleasure, of her begging to be taken hard and rough, of the alpha’s palm reddening her ass when she disobeyed. She’d moaned and screamed, and her legs had flowed with her slick, visual evidence that her body was preparing her for breeding.
Just like mine was now.
The ball of arousal tensed deep in my belly and I moaned out loud, just as the first wave of slick dripped down my thighs and then my calves, gathering in a puddle on the wooden stage beneath me.
My toes curled against the smooth cool wood beneath them. My spine pressed up against the pole behind me, using it for support as my body betrayed me. I lifted my eyes and found that the crowd from the viewing area had grown and more people were joining as more time passed. My punishment had garnered an audience.
I had the sudden urge to touch myself, to explore the folds between my thighs, to rub the place between my legs that was begging for touch. My hands tried to grapple with the rope that bound them tight, trying to free myself, but it was useless. I couldn’t slip free and run my fingers along my body, even though I desperately wanted to.
I wanted to touch myself. I needed someone to drag their fingers along my body and bring me pleasure, to touch the needy bud that was beginning to pulse between my legs. Honestly, I didn’t give a shit who touched me. It could be the men watching over my punishment for all I cared.
The more time passed, the more restless I became.
I craved to be fucked. I wanted to feel a hard alpha cock between my legs for the very first time. I needed to feel the head of his shaft burst through my virgin barrier and I wanted to be full of his alpha seed as I begged for more.
I felt feverish. My heart pounded and my core clenched painfully tight with desire. I was going mad with lust and I could feel every excruciating moment as my feral instincts took hold of me. I rolled my lips in the direction of the men watching over me.
They weren’t as large as an alpha would be. They were probably betas, but I didn’t care. They all had cocks and I just wanted one of them. Any one.