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“Did we forget the eye masks?”
“No. They need to see this.”
Prince Sandro slowly began regaining his senses, still groggy from the drugs that had been pumped into his veins, not too long ago.
He frowned, trying as hard as he could to focus, to remember. His brain was foggy, his memories a disjointed mess of angry sounds and scary feelings.
Alphas commands being thrown around carelessly, the pounding of innumerable heavy boots hitting the marble floor of the palace. He remembered being terrified, cowering with Ewan in the royal bedroom, omegas holding each other tightly as horrible screams of pain and the firing of weapons resonated in the huge corridors. There has been an invasion. But they’d be alright, Ewan’s Beta Captain of the guards promised. They’ll be alright. They’ll be kept safe.
He forced his heavy eyelids open, and blinked around the bare gray walls surrounding them, just to be hit with the sight of Erwan next to him.
His face was flushed crimson, his pupils blown, crystalline tears falling from his beautiful blue eyes as he desperately tried to speak despite the tight leather gag covering his mouth.
The only sounds escaping were raggedy moans of panic, cut off by heavy breathing and pathetic sobs.
A thick leather collar around his slender neck was preventing him from wiggling his head too much, the metal buckles rattling on the bench he was strapped on.
Immediately alarmed, Sandro’s body reflexively sprang upward, only for a sharp tug on his own neck to send him right back to lying where he was, wheezing in pain, oxygen cut off.
“Looks like they’re back with us. I can’t wait to begin. ”
Sandro could faintly hear people talking, but something in his ears prevented him from fully comprehending the meaning of the words.
Reflexively, he tried to scream for help only to finally realize how full his mouth had been the whole time, clamping his teeth and vainly attempting to spit away the rubber, penis-shaped gag currently filling his entire mouth, resting on his tongue, just shy of poking at his throat.
He could feel the tight straps around his head and under his ears, each pull straining the connected collar just under his chin, pressing on his windpipe, choking him.
The back of the collar was pinching at his nape in some sort of permascruff, applying a dizzying pressure that made his omega brain go numb.
Despite this, he looked around in a panic, his vision and mind still blurry. He could still faintly hear two other people having a conversation, not too far away, their huge silhouettes unrecognizable through his tired eyes.
His nose could still catch the unmistakable musk of alphas, but he couldn't bring himself to care about them right now.
What was on his mind remained the nightmare vision just a few feet away from him.
Erwan was lying down near him, on the same bench, staring at him with horrified, uncomprehending eyes. The blond omega’s arms were tied behind his back, and his legs were sprung up in the air, folding him backward, thighs open and strapped almost horizontally.
Sandro’s gaze slowly trailed down his mate’s shaking, twitching body, taking in the scene with horrified disbelief.
The look of confused shame tainted by fear on his graceful face, his flushed cheeks and flaring nostrils. Blue eyes bulging out, frantically darting around, pupils shrunk in appalling terror. His usually impeccably coiffed hair, now reduced to unkempt short blond curls, stuck with sweat to his forehead. His heaving chest jumping up and down with panicked breaths, held in place by the leather bounds, emphasizing his pebbling nipples.
This shameful display, this dehumanized rabid creature was Erwan, his friend, his soulmate, the only person that extended a gentle hand to him when nobody would and held him, kept him safe and warm in his arms. Erwan that was always so controlled, so effortlessly distinguished.
Now bound and gagged, sobbing, drooling over his chin, shaking and straining pathetically in his bondage, animalistic grunts falling from his forcefully pried open lips.
Sandro felt a guilty twinge of something, deep in cunt. A new, fresh wave of shame washed over his body. He kept looking, and his heart froze.
Erwan was naked, except for his collar, a x-shaped leather chest harness, and small fully open vinyl panties, exposing his cunt, ass and covered clit. A middle sized, balls shaped plug handle was protruding from his rectum, stretching it open.
In the Kweidon Kingdom, an omega's clitoris was their most precious and intimate jewel, covered from birth to death in a modest protective shield, never to be removed.
Omegas naturally did not feel any kind of sexual handsome arousal, and therefore didn't need the vestigial nub. It had therefore become a symbol of respectability to keep it hidden from the world. No eyes were to ever witness the precious bud, not even the warm gaze of a bounded mate, and even less its owner's own curiosity.
Sandro had tried as hard as he could until now to prevent thinking about his body, to stay in that meager solace of remaining unaware of his own torment. His brain did its best to dull the feeling of the bounds around his wrists in his back, the cold air on his naked cunt and ass, the strain of his forcefully held open thighs. Their naked feet barely grazing each other’s. The uncomfortable fullness of his ass.
Sadly, it couldn't hold down forever.
His acutely precise nose couldn’t protect him from the swirl of heavy and confusing smells surrounding him, acrid fear, body sweat, panic, horror, topped by a velvety stream of budding arousal. Sandro snapped.
He began wailing in chorus with his love, overwhelmed by sheer terror tainted with a deep, burning humiliation, his tears and drool mixing on the side of his face in a sad puddle of desperate frustration.
“Hello, my love.”
This voice.
Samuel. The handsome, tall alpha that had been slowly and oh so romantically courting him for several months now. One of the pack leaders of the neighboring alpha clan.
Right next to him, Ryan, the other pack leader, was bent over Erwan, pinching his chin, a smug grin on his beautiful manly face. He couldn't hear what he was saying, could only glance at the flash of sharp canine poking out from the huge alpha’s mouth.
They had been courting as well, even if their relationship seemed based on light teasing and playful nags, clearly a deep attachment had been forming between the two.
Just a week ago, everything was going so well.
Then Samuel spoke again. He could hear him cleary.
“Some… unexpected things happened. Things changed and we were left with no choice. It’s something we didn't really want to happen. But now it has, and we all have to make efforts to make this transition as smooth as possible. We’ve taken over. Your palace is ours. Your kingdom is ours. And now, you are ours, too. “
Sandro’s heart broke. He had been so close to falling for the beautiful, witty alpha, so full of virile composure and quiet confidence.
Several nights he had been dreaming about the long dark curly hair falling on clever -if slightly mischievous- green eyes, filled with tenderness every time they fell on him. He would fantasize about his caramel skin, muscular build and slightly chubby body, covered in thick dark hair.
Without realizing, he rubbed his cheek against the hands cupping his face. Samuel smiled.
“I know it’s a lot to take in right now, and things are going very fast. I'll be here to take care of you. Whatever happens, you’ll always be safe with me. Don't worry, things will go back to normal as soon as we’ve fully made you ours. You’ll be mated, bounded and celebrated properly. We both love you and want only the best for our mates.”
He kept talking in this low, soothing tone that Sandro used to love so much, enunciating each word as if to make sure he was totally understood, sounding stable and assured.
“We’re going to train you. It won’t be easy, but we don’t have a choice. You do not have a choice. I know you’re both strong and you have my full trust.”
Sandro whined, sad and low.
Samuel shushed him, tenderly petting his sweaty forehead, then smoothing his fingers on his cheek. Peppering his face in kisses.
“Shh, I know. I'm here. You're safe. I'm sorry we have to do this this way. We just didn't have enough time, but it’ll be fine. You’ll be so happy in the end, I promise. I love you so much, and I believe in you. You can do this.”
His big hands roamed over the quivering omega’s slender body, taking in every curves. Whispering praises, trying in vain to get him to relax.
“My beautiful omega. My promised prince. “
The alpha stroked his face lovingly, caressing his jaw, his sides, kissing his brow, his cheeks.
“I can’t wait to make you happy.”
A click, a rumble, and the bench on the lower side of his body was raised. Soon, his hips were above his head, held strictly in place, pussy wide open just under the alpha’s adoring gaze.
He tried to close his eye and turned his head in shame, but a sharp pinch on his nipple brought him back.
“No. None of that. Look at me.”
He did, still sobbing.
Samuel was observing his pussy carefully, taking his time.
Sandro thought he could die from the shame alone.
“So cute. What a cute, virginal, tiny cunt you have.”
He felt two fingers on his cunt lips push him even more open and shrieked in displeasure. The alpha hummed and smiled, nosing at the wet flesh, taking a long whiff.
“Exquisite.”
He felt something cold and metallic close to his clit, slipping under his shield. Then, a sharp cutting sound.
No.
Snip.
Half of the shield detached itself from his skin. He panicked, even more, heart hammering madly in his chest, desperately shaking his head.
“My love. -Samuel cooed, still caressing his side with one hand- Let me see you. I’m your alpha now, and you don’t get to hide anything from me. Your body is mine. Your clit is mine, and I’m taking what’s righteously owed to me. You’ve been lied to. I’ll show you how good your little body can feel.”
No, it can’t be, he can’t-
Snip.
“Where we come from, an omega's clit is their most precious jewel. It needs to be cherished, and worshiped by their alpha, as much as it can be. Every day. It’s a mutual need, for them to feel good, and us to love you like this.”
No no no no not this not this please I beg you not this I beg you
Snip.
The little shield fell to the ground, bouncing twice with soft metallic thuds.
He screamed in agonized shame, feeling the air for the first time on his sensitive nub, as the alpha smiled down at him amorously.
“So cute…”
Samuel muttered absently, pushing his hood down with his thumb to expose it even more while the omega thrashed violently enough to give himself bruises.
A sudden crack of the alpha's hand on his thigh stilled him into shocked silence. The alpha's eyes suddenly looked cold.
“Don't hurt yourself, my love. Don't ever, ever do that.”
His head bent down and he gave the nub and experimental kiss.
Sandro felt something fiery punching him between the legs and groaned, confused, as the alpha let out a smug giggle.
“You’re adorable. Now, welcome to the world of pleasure, omega.”
He dove, gently sucking the little bud between his plush, soft lips.
The omega’s body buckled. A sound between a scream and a lewd moan escaped his gagged mouth.
This couldn’t be real.
The alpha had no right.
This couldn’t be real.
But there he was.
His clit was exposed. And being slowly, thoroughly lavished by an alpha’s warm tongue.
Samuel used his tongue expertly, taking his time swirling it around, making sure not to leave any inch untouched, flicking it to the tip and bottom, pushing the hood down as far as possible to expose even more sensitive nerves.
Sandro felt like he was dying. Mortified, mournful tears sliding down his cheeks as his dignity was stripped from him one flick of the alpha's tongue at the time, sending pulsating electric charges to his core, his entire body vibrating with overwhelming sensations he couldn't understand but stole the air from his lungs and made his legs quiver.
His brain couldn't accept it, desperately trying to close his thighs as he failed again and again to protect his exposed sweetness from the tender, lapping assault.
He tried to beg, to call for help, anything to get away from the delicious feeling coiling in his guts, building, getting more intense at every stroke.
His watery pleadings mixed with the uncontrolled moans, coming out as a sobbing whimpering mess through the gag. Samuel giggled affectionately, and he could feel the vibration through his skin.
“Mmph!!”
Something’s coming. I’m scared.
“Oh, my love.”
Samuel’s words swelled with pride as he kept going.
Nonononono this is bad I'm scared please stop I'm going to die I'm going to die please stop PLEASE
“Mmph! Mmm!!! MMPH!!”
“Shh. Lick. I know. Lick. Let go, sweetheart. You deserve it. Suck. You deserve to feel good. Let go for me, love.”
Sandro tried his best to still his body, to resist the growing unknown wave pooling in his loin. Fighting as he was to remain in that weird yearning space, barely grasping to the edge, he somehow registered Erwan’s strange sounding scream next to him just as a powerful, almost nauseating vanilla smell hit his nostrils, pushing him over.
The orgasm shot through his spine, frying his brain and sending his mind into overdrive, eyes rolling back, sweat dripping over his face as he thrashed over the bench, feet flailing wildly.
His mind went black.
He came back to his senses with the feeling of soft lips on his brow, his cheek, his lips. The smell of Samuel’s pride mixed with heavy cinnamon. He was too shaken to register the later as a sign of his own pleasure.
Drool kept dripping around the dildo in his mouth as he struggled to come down, to understand what happened to him, still shaking. A kind hand dabbed a handkerchief around the worst of it.
“I’m so proud of you, my love. You had your first ever orgasm. And you looked so beautiful through it. ”
Wait, no, that’s impossible, omega can’t-
But he did. Unmistakably so.
While his mind was grappling with the implication this new discovery uncovered, Ryan turned to Samuel, his chin shiny with slick.
“Poor little guy has been begging for it all his life. I barely ate him out and he came twice.”
“Yeah. It is a shame what has been done to them. But we’ll fix them. Time for the next part. ”
The red-headed alpha’s smile grew hungry.
“I love this part.”
“I know, but we have to be efficient. The sooner they understand and accept their situation, the faster we can move on to what’s left to teach. “
“So, just like that?”
“Yes. They’re still out of it. Let’s do this.”
Without any warning, both alphas forcefully sheathed themselves into their omegas, filling their dripping cunt and hitting their cervix, deflowering them in one hard thrust.
They watched in awe as both omegas immediately cummed on their cock in an overwhelming mix of surprise, disbelief, humiliation and pleasure.
Ryan chuckled at Erwan’s loud scream, flailing legs and bulging eyes, cunt gushing and spasming helplessly. Samuel smiled proudly at Sandro’s hitched moans and panicked gaze as his cunt fluttered wildly around him, orgasm coming in waves.
Sandro was always the demure, shy one. He could teach him to enjoy pleasure like a true omega.
No time to let them adjust though, they had to take them hard and fast, imposing their strength and dominance by mercilessly pounding their vulnerable omega pussies. The method was mandatory, the brutish act carving implicit orders into their omega brain. It was vital that the understood, felt the truth of it in their bones, that their bodies were no longer their own. For now, they were nothing more than a hole to be filled, pleasured and satisfied by a hard, ruthless but ultimately loving cock.
Ryan let out a proud little laugh at the sight of his omega coming again, grunting like a animal in heat, his pale slender body shaking up and down with the force of his thrusts. His healthy cunt squelched and dripped on his cock as he kept involuntarily cumming again and again, face red and thrown back, teary eyes almost fully white.
The alpha felt proud of how easy it was for him to make his little love cum, but deep down he wasn’t especially surprised that Erwan turned out to be a horny slut.
“Fuck he’s tight. He’s so wet, his pussy is swallowing and sucking on my cock. He loves it..”
Samuel darted his eye to the side at the neighboring scene, and couldn’t help the slight tinge of jealousy tugging at his heart.
Of course he’s getting the easy one.
That wasn’t so bad, actually. Ryan wasn’t a refined man, far from it. He always took his responsibilities too lightly and made mistakes. Training an omega with pre-existing slutiness would be hard to mess up. Sandro, however…
His gaze went back to his lovely mate. Sandro wasn’t cumming again, just looking at him with big liquid green eyes, full of fear and broken trust that made him somehow even harder. He sighed.
No matter. Little love’s always been held back. He’ll learn to let go.
“I know it’s a bit hard for you right now -he panted between hard thrusts- but you’ll get my hands on you later. I’ll make love to you, kiss you, take you so gently. But right now… “
He bent down to whisper in his ears, keeping his voice low and controlled
“Right now you’re full of my cock, pounding into your guts, into your deepest, most secret places. I’ve deflowered you without tenderness, without grace. I’ve made you mine, and I know you can feel each and every inch of my cock stretching you, filling you, taking you, leaving nothing behind. I’m ripping your sweetness away, carving you inside out, fucking the dignity and humanity out of you. You’re mine. “
A broken sob answered him, followed by several low, uncontrolled moans. He fucked faster, each time almost pulling out, just to ram it back to the hilt.
“Taste my cock. Enjoy it. You deserve it. I’m going to shoot my seed, deep inside your belly. I know how good being fucked by me feels, and I know you’re ashamed of it. It’s ok. You don’t need to be ashamed with me. You don’t need to be ashamed on my cock. Just cum for me. “
And to his absolute joy, Sandro did with a broken wail.
For a few minutes more, all that could be heard was the slapping of skin against skin, alphas grunting, and the sobbing moans of the two omegas.
"Gonna knot you now, my love."
His knot inflated in tandem with his colleague's, bigger than it should have naturally been, creating a painful stretch for the no longer virginal omegas.
Their ensuing orgasms made them sound like they were dying.
“Take my knot.” He panted, slightly frantic. “Feel it in your bones, in your heart. Gods, I love you.”
Samuel came, his hot semen releasing deep in his little love’s unwilling womb, grunting in ecstasy. His orgasm hit him hard, feeling it both in his dick and heart in a flash of pure, unabated joy. He felt himself grin, full of pride, of love. But also, a bit of worry.
“Feel my seed, omegas. Feel it fill your fertile womb like it was meant to be.”
Sandro mewled weakly in discomfort, but all he could do was take it. He shivered, feeling each hot load breaching his womb.
Panting, Samuel looked down to marvel at where they were connected, his smile growing even wider when he noticed the slight bump of his cock bulging inside his omega’s belly.
His heart filling with happiness at being able to knot his precious mate for the first time.
“You’re so full of my cum.” He whispered adoringly, kissing each spot of skin his lips could reach. “ I’ll make you even fuller.”
Despite his actual feelings, they had to make a show of cumming deep inside. It was part of the training.
There was no way the omegas could become pregnant, they made sure of that. But the also knew that the fear and agony of uncertainty would make their minds more pliable for what was to come.
As the princes were fighting to regain their breaths and absorb the shock of what just happened, Ryan turned to his companion. The ginger alpha looked red and out of breath, but he was beaming. Still buried deep inside.
“Fuck, man. I’m like… I don’t know. I feel great!”
“Satisfied?”
“Yeah. I wanted to knot him for so fucking long. Each time he was mouthing off or being clever. Even when he smiled sometimes. Just… just grab his hair and fuck him until he cums, you know. Not you?”
“Of course. How did it go?”
“I don’t think he stopped cumming the whole time. I didn’t know a whore omega with a whore pussy could have a whore cervix.”
Samuel rolled his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Sandro’s traumatized pussy arhythmically fluttering around his dick.
“Elegantly put.”
“So how long we stayin’ inside?”
“The regular amount. They don’t need more. The initial stretch and fertilizing already did their work through their mind. Look at them. ”
“They look gone.”
“They are broken, and they’re still processing the break. Their regular brains are in shock, but their omegas are learning the right way.”
Both alphas finally slipped out, Ryan fluffing his heaving omega’s hair. Erwan didn’t react.
“So, we’re doing the thing with the machine now?”
Samuel nodded.
“Indeed. We need to know exactly what make them tick if we want to do a good job.”
He mindlessly slipped his hand in his omega’s hair, massaging his skull. Sandro couldn’t yet feel the kind gesture, eyes revulsed and deep in shock, little body convulsing.
Samuel grabbed his clit and gently rubbed it until a small, gurgling orgasm made it twitch between his fingers.
“And we’re going to do the best job ever.”