Born Captive

by Penelope Woods

“Precious.”

  Her hymen broke as easily as a blade of grass. Fixed open and wide with betrayal, she jerked in robotic motions as the epiphanies hit her in waves. Coupled with her orgasm, the pain of his first insertion drew her legs to a tight close.

  He sank deeper.

  Her slick burned with the cherry-red fruit juice, plucked and pulverized. She was exposed and bare, stretched to her limits. He gave her a few more inches and fingered under the hood of her tender clit.

  “Precious.”

  “Don’t make me beg,” she cried.

  She knew what came next. The other two would soon join in. The pain wouldn’t stop, but she would allow herself to purr through the choked cries.

  “There, there, Precious. You’re doing good for your alpha.”

  She let out a frail weep as his hips forced like a bull. “I’m… trying to be good,” she managed to say.

  Wren held her head near her chest, endlessly floating inside herself. As he pumped and loosened her hole, she kept it all compact. The famished brute huffed and snorted, fingers rooted into her fine hair, nearly ripping the caked strands from her scalp.

  “I need my pack in here with me,” he moaned against the back of her head, breathing fiery breath down her spinal column.

  Vash guided his pack onto her. Killian sank his husky body below hers. She felt the tickle of his body hair around her bare flesh. Lucas hunched over Vash as he tried to pry his way into her aching hole.

  “Send her into orgasm. She will open for you then,” Vash moaned.

  Killian thumbed at her asshole, tight and puckering. The abrupt and foreign pain caused her hole to contract inward. “I want her ass,” Killian moaned, low and rough like the snarl of a wolf. “I think I’ll take it, sweetheart.”

  Vash tended to her clit, continuously swiveling his thumb while he drove his cock deeper. He closed his eyes and roared. The moans that exhaled from his mouth were a testament to Wren’s suffering.

  The orgasm swelled beneath her clit and mound. She could feel it taking over her body, electrified and deep with emotional trauma. Like a warm blanket, it covered her shoulders, rolling tiny ripples through her stomach.

  “Oh, Precious, yes.”

  Her cunt opened with intense contractions. The slick glazed onto his shaft like maple syrup. “Precious, yes!”

  Laughing with childlike glee, Lucas penetrated alongside his pack. Forced apart like an open cadaver, her walls clung to the alphas’ swollen glands. The alphas relished in her tearing.

  When they had stretched Wren to her limits, there was only one hole left to tend to. Killian grunted and eased two fingers inside Wren’s soaking mouth. Angling the tips against her throat, he held himself there. This time, she did not gag.

  Killian messed her face up with spit, and she just hoped they could see her progress. “Good girl. Just take it.”

  Wren was learning how to let go of control. Though it took her undoing, she knew this was her life now. If she gave into it without a fuss, it would end quicker.

  He spread her ass open with the harsh pry of his rounded head. The punishers didn’t give her a chance to brace for the overwhelming pressure. She gave in to the thrashing and waited for their knots to take her.

  She may have been Cassian’s branded captive, but they’d rightfully stolen her and claimed her as their own. It didn’t matter how special they told her she was. She was theirs to be ruined for an eternity.

  Taking the bitch, Killian growled at the milking hold of her gaping hole. The men pumped in rhythmic motions, consumed by her sweetness. They couldn’t imagine being that rare, and they couldn’t let their hunger squander the opportunity.

  Every inch opened and pinned her to the concrete. Wet, sore, and lost, Wren managed to curl her lips into a shattered smile. As their moaning grew deeper and more pained, they held her extremities still.

  The men’s bodies turned to stone. She could feel their heads bobbing against her lips. She imagined seeing the ripples of their cocks throb underneath her skin like large parasites.

  “Don’t knot. We’ll save her for later.”

  Wren’s heart sank to her twisted ankles. She’d convinced herself they would breed first and take care of her later. She was special. She’d thought wrong.

  Vash lurched forward and pinched against her cheeks. “Precious,” he whispered.

  “Yes?” Wren asked, obedient in nature.

  As soon as she could sense the rush of pleasure tremor into his core, he spilled forth a stream of seed. She felt the hot air of sex hit the back of her palette. “Oh, Precious,” he moaned. “Oh, it feels… heavenly.”

  Lucas let out a shrill, boiling cry, and Killian whooped like an ape. They blew pearls of cum into her belly, sliding out like two tentacles and draining the rest onto her face and tongue. None of her tragic body would go untouched in the binding nature of their cum.

  Their knots swelled and extracted from the skin, but the alphas didn’t allow for the bond to fasten. Instead, they pulled out and finally let her body go.

  “Please… knot me,” Wren pleaded.

  The men grinned and snickered. “Best left for another time,” Vash said.

  The alphas turned on the lights and opened the door. Their panting, wild-eyed faces stared at her with drained disgust. As she looked up with tears in her eyes, she swallowed more of their filth down, panting.

  When they filled her, they left her empty. But the men threw her a towel. “Clean up, Precious. Tomorrow is right around the corner,” Lucas taunted.

  Chapter Seven

  “Precious…”

  Each day, the tireless coaxing of their pleased voices woke her from her madness. Her new captors kept her fed, even if it was from their scraps, and she was well hydrated to produce more slick.

  Somehow, she had managed to keep up hope that she’d soon see the light of day again. But the days passed with the same brutal treatment as before. When they left her like a goggling, staring puppet, they’d turn the light on her. Eventually, they gave her a plastic mirror. She was to face herself, as horrible as her image looked.

  “Precious.”

  “No more,” she begged. The slave crawled on the floor, twisting like a serpent. “I can’t take it. I don’t know who I am anymore.”

  Vash led the pack with a ruining grin. Seed dribbled off the crown of his head as he teased his power against her walls. Pumping one last time, he drained himself of his contempt.

  Wren shot her eyes toward the broken entrance between her legs. Was this what being a woman felt like?

  “Up here,” he said. Her eyes rose to meet his. “Now you can see me for who I am.”

  Wretched. Vile. Forgotten.

  Yes, Wren saw him. And when the days no longer felt like time passing, she gazed at all three of them in silent wonder. Now, they were all she had. Similarly, she was their treasure.

  “We must talk about the next step,” Vash said, one night after delivering her slop.

  Acting as their silent servant, Wren kept hushed. Vash eyed her with calm serenity. “Precious, are you tired? Do you want to come lie with us?”

  She nodded faster than she thought possible. “Yes. I’m so tired,” she said.

  At first, she took it for a cruel joke. But when the alpha did not flinch at the recognition of his offer, she held her breath.

  “Precious, why do you look at me with fear? Do you not trust that I can provide for you?”

  They’d broken her well enough. Turned her into a mound of wet clay. They’d molded her into an obedient sculpture, and now they were offering her gifts?

  Her heart rushed with endorphins. She wanted him to know that she thought everything through. She would put her safety in their hands.

  “I trust you very much, Vash,” she said.

  “Then we must get you out of these chains. We must shower you and clean the clumps from the sprouts of your hair. You have spent enough time wallowing in your despair.”

  Her despair. It must have b
een great to put her there.

  Nodding abruptly and with emotion, Wren’s relief overcame her as the cuffs snapped open behind her back. Slowly, she brought her arms back to her sides.

  “There. Is that better?” he asked.

  Wren nodded and swallowed. “Yes.” She inhaled, nostrils dry and hardened with blood.

  Offering her his hand, Vash lifted her from the floor, but she stumbled against him weakly. “Careful. It takes some getting used to, doesn’t it?”

  Again, she nodded. “It does.”

  Vash paused before issuing a pleased smile. “Come. The other two are waiting for you.”

  “T-t-they’re okay with my freedom?” Wren asked.

  Vash deliberately wove his fingers around hers. Kissing each knuckle, he moaned. “They’ve been worried sick about you.”

  Wren gave her best smile and curled into Vash’s chest, inhaling the scent she had come to know so well. Steadily, he led her through the bright hallway of the house. With every step she took, Wren felt his gaze on her, patriarchal but seemingly non-corrupt.

  She rounded a corner and came face to face with another door. Instantly, Wren became overwhelmed with dread.

  “Do not fret, Precious.”

  Wren pointed. “But…”

  Vash curled his calloused hands around the knob and arched his wrist until it clicked open. Wren startled, but when she saw the alphas naked in bed without their usual looks of punishment, she took a step forward and bowed.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  Was that the right thing to say? Wren dragged her canine teeth across the side of her lower lip and cleared her throat.

  Killian rolled and grabbed a piece of meat from a discarded plate. “Come in. Be with us.”

  “Yes. Sit close, pumpkin.”

  “She needs to be cleaned,” Vash said.

  Lucas rushed to scent her before she bathed. “I can handle the cleansing.”

  “We all will help,” Killian said.

  Although they were maniacal, there was a sense of unwavering fellowship between the devilish alphas. Nearly every role was shared between the males. Not to mention, their nerves seemed satisfied after days of dispensing their fluids into her.

  “Precious. Follow us.”

  Vash led as the other two took her hands, kissing each and every visible wound. They petted her hair and whispered flowery language. As Vash ran the hot water, she sat against his lap and gave them her trust.

  It was necessary for an alpha to bond. She now knew the true nature of their affliction. Without expelling their seed, they would turn to worse acts. She made them content. She was their Precious.

  Immersing the tip of his finger in the water, Lucas checked the temperature. “Oh, just right,” he whispered.

  “One more thing,” Killian said.

  Reaching underneath the sink, he pulled out a big bag of Epsom salt. He opened the bag and rolled the contents into the water.

  “Now?” Wren asked, timidly.

  “So sweet,” Lucas cried.

  Vash lowered his lids and nodded. “Now is fine, Precious.”

  The water filled her with a misty happiness. She would not be able to remember her past. She did not have a beginning like the alphas did. But if she followed their rules, she could bask in the small things.

  She lowered her ass into the water and relished the comfort of the heat. All of the alphas’ eyes were on her. “I love it,” she whispered with joy and happiness.

  Grateful. She felt grateful. It was the first time in a while that she felt anything. Smiling, she flicked her index finger against the rippling liquid. “I really love it.”

  “We made this for you,” Lucas said with glee.

  Killian gave a grunt of support. “We want to prep you.”

  Her joy turned stale. Looking down at her tight belly and small navel, she remembered. “Oh. The baby.”

  “Precious.”

  Vash and the alphas wet their toes in the tub with her. Their husky figures lowered, consuming her in their grasp. Would they take her again? No. They were being… gentle.

  “We won’t talk about the child anymore,” Vash declared to the men. The others agreed.

  Tending to her wounds, they kissed and sucked, and washed the red away with a soapy sponge. The tub was a mess of filth and unknown muck from the pipes, but as they filtered in more hot water, they made her clean.

  Wren didn’t know how to thank them. She couldn’t begin to count how many hours she spent thinking about the filth she couldn’t wipe away. Some nights, she would lick the edges of a wound in hopes it would keep an infection away. Eventually, she gave up.

  The throbbing masses of their cocks rose against the water. Without speaking, she lowered her head to lap at the overwrought heads. Their sacs, still so swollen with ache, looked ready to drain once more.

  “She is learning.” Vash tilted his head back, proudly displaying his teeth.

  She knew what they required now. Less teeth. More tongue. They liked to see her gag and spit up her liquids onto the veiny shafts. Taking in a giant mouthful, she managed to barely squeeze in all three until hot spurts of their cum shot across the back of her palate and throat. Acting pleased, she swallowed all they had to offer.

  This was the first time they’d enjoyed her efforts in the comfort of the light. As the water drained into the rusted pipes, she held their members and licked the edges until they collapsed into their fleshy mounds of foreskin.

  Vash tilted his head back and exhaled with pleasure. Shuddering, Wren watched as he stepped out of the tub, leaning against the sink in sudden pain.

  “Get her out of here,” he moaned.

  Wren lowered her eyelids and searched the draining tub for her wrongdoing. “Have I done something wrong?” she asked.

  Both Killian and Lucas grabbed her arms. Frantic, Wren started to cry. Vash’s eyes twitched before focusing on her erect nipples. He felt his needs start to consume him, and the rush of fear stopped them.

  “Wait,” he grunted. “Go make the bed. I will dry her body.”

  The two alphas took away their hands. His momentary needs met, Killian nodded. Lucas too had been pleased, but any knotting needed to be handled together.

  “We are a pack,” Lucas said.

  “I won’t let myself knot,” Vash said, steadily reading his expressions. Lucas nodded and left the room.

  For a few moments, Vash simply took in the humid air. It was starting to eat him again. The fucking parasite that his brother Cassian dropped into his eye was working its way into his consciousness. Because of the slave’s actions, there was no doctor to help him. He couldn’t forget that.

  Fearing the worst, he suddenly wished his kits hadn’t been destroyed. Vash had sacrificed his life to get the right treatment, and now, all of that was for nothing. Wren could see his discomfort by the ripples of stress he carried around his eyes. She could feel the worry like it was her own.

  Sensing his anger toward her, she pounced around his ankles, arms coiling like the roots of a tree. “I’m sorry,” she whined. “It’ll never happen again.”

  Vash stopped himself from lashing out and beating her. That would be too easy, he decided. “Precious. It’s not your fault.”

  “Do you mean that?” she asked.

  Biting the edge of his tongue, he lifted his head. “It’s not your fault the kits were destroyed, nor is it your fault I’m dying.”

  Vash stood behind his admission, despite how weak it made him feel. Wren could not handle what she was hearing. “If you die…”

  “You won’t be sent away. They will take care of you.”

  A sudden urge to console her turned Vash inward. Lowering himself to her level, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a new leash. Wren reacted poorly, but not because of what was in his hands.

  “You’re not going to die,” Wren said.

  Vash smirked. “What makes you so sure?”

  Wren reached her fingers to his face and deli
cately ran the tips over his scars. Vash did not move. “We are bonded now.”

  Vash’s grin faded. She was too naïve, but her heart was in the right place. “I don’t believe in fate. The universe breeds only chaos.”

  “Yes, but you breed me in defiance of its laws,” she said.

  “Alongside it,” he snarled.

  In some ways, he even looked like him. Cassian. Vash knew she’d see it eventually. Speaking freely, she asked him the question that teased her mind incessantly. “Why does everyone tell me I’m special?”

  “I thought I made it clear that you weren’t,” he muttered.

  “I must mean something if he kept me untainted for so long,” she said.

  “I’m looking for something,” he said. Then, quickly, he revealed more. “You’re special to him. And you’ll lead me to my own special thing.”

  Wren swallowed and arched her back so her breasts tightened into small, inflated mounds. “I can be special for you,” she said.

  “You need your leash.”

  Obediently, Wren extended her neck. Vash fastened the leash around the brittle stem. When it was locked tight, he coiled his wrist with the leather strap and pulled. Wren fell to his chest.

  “That’s all I need from you,” he hissed.

  “And to bear your child. To further your pack’s progress.”

  Was this another experiment for her? Another wet dream for the alpha lab scientists they had wasted in the dome? Vash couldn’t hide his distaste any longer. “My child will not have a purpose,” he warned.

  Wren closed her mouth and silently obeyed.

  Vash collected his thoughts. Tomorrow, he’d buy more kits outside of the city, possibly in the barracks. Then, when he had her swabbed again, he would locate a better doctor.

  Without a word, he dried her goose pimpled and shivering body. He combed every strand of hair and cut her toenails perfectly. After trimming down her pubic mound, he helped her onto her feet.

  “Precious.” A forced grin. “Let me show you to our room.”

  Chapter Eight

  Cassian stood on the rocky shoreline of Dagon, observing the waste that leaked from the back end of the city. His army of traders sat in large boats, waiting on the choppy waters. Tireless betas surrounded nearby memorials in obsessive mourning. Didn’t they realize what they were doing? Their unremitting cries made him want to kill more of their kind.