Born Captive

by Penelope Woods

  Vash choked and stuttered. “W-What?”

  “You’re fucking joking,” Killian stammered.

  “When I’m left panting on the floor, I want to close my eyes knowing you love me,” she whispered.

  Wren spread her legs, the warm slick collecting against her dewy walls. “You may begin.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  You may call me your queen.

  Her warm slick coated the back of their throats and lapping tongues. Holding her ankles close to her chest, Wren calmly forced her legs into a compact diamond.

  Like carnivorous beasts, the alphas lapped up her slop. Gentle beads of silver and gold rolled from her lips, spreading throughout the curtained skin. Every delicate fold shone with intricate beauty. Once an unfamiliar and deeply mysterious mechanism, she now knew what buttons to make the alphas smash to make her toes curl.

  She found the clitoris to be a pure and entirely separate entity. It was a shrouded mystery, waiting to be discovered underneath its loaded cloak. It was just like the sleek trigger of a loaded weapon. Once someone handled it properly, it couldn’t be told no.

  It was just like her.

  It was the only spot on her body designed for pleasure. That was its only function. Basic. Necessary to draw in enough semen. And somehow, the alphas thought they had it better.

  She looked down at their tired, bloodshot eyes. Despite their exhaustion, she forced them nonetheless. Finally, they worshipped the one thing they could never become: omega.

  “Eat me, alphas.” She tilted her head back and cooed, lips curling toward her cheekbones. Vibratory sensations spread throughout her pelvis. Clit, hard and throbbing, Wren forced her hips forward and fell into the ocean of their tongues.

  “I can give us everything we’ve ever wanted,” she whispered.

  Eternal life could be found through complex systems of breeding. She was their tree of life. Now, all they had to do was hold back from biting her apple.

  Impossible.

  Brawny hands propped her pelvis into the air. They gorged on her until she was spread with the glaze of her rich sap. Impatiently, the men barked and nibbled their teeth against the tender curves of her thighs.

  The men scented her wildly as her body started to tremble. Her clit was so sensitive that one swift touch could set her off.

  Killian lifted his dripping jaw and showed his teeth. “Nobody tastes sweeter than you, Precious,” he moaned.

  “Oh fuck,” Wren whispered.

  Lurching forward, she swayed and struggled to move of her own accord. The swelling flood of emotion and bodily pleasure filled her core until she started to beg.

  “Please, make me cum.”

  With the forceful exhumation of deep-rooted trauma, she took hold of Killian’s husky, shaved head and forced his mouth to close on her. The other alphas kissed, bit, and teased her asshole as her muscles gave way to the bursting energy.

  Falling into the sea of their hands and twining limbs, Wren’s body shook with quick eruption. The satisfaction shackled her, and the men consumed. Bathed in the core of her pleasure, she let out a deep and raw moan, the moan of all mothers, and gave them more of her sticky slick.

  She managed to stutter through her convulsions, “T-take me. Now.”

  The men twisted and threaded their fingers through her hair. Coiling and pulling, they planted her knees firmly and set her ankles at the correct angle. With the old set of chains, they locked her in place.

  “I will adore you,” Vash said, kissing up her neck and down her shoulders.

  “I will worship you,” Killian said as he bit her plump ass cheek.

  “I will take you,” Lucas said as the men pried open her blossom to find her open and budding hole.

  The thick and bunched foreskin rolled back into a stiff display of masculine power. Wren rolled her head back to watch as she sheathed him, every inch growing to fill her.

  The heat melted over her like butter, but he seemed to need this. Every massaging fold pulled him in to milk. Pearls of lubricant swayed from his peaking hole. Fluids mixing, he swayed into her and moaned, hollow and dark.

  “She feels like a mother should,” he whispered, wagging his head sharply.

  Vash and Killian nudged their thick shafts into their palms. Rocking their wrists with carnal fervor, the men nurtured the meaty organs to rise like obsessive pillars of sifting seed. The pain and ache from the weight inside their sacs tore at them until they could no longer take it.

  Standing behind Lucas, Killian parted her thighs more. Wren braced for the tight pull of girth, and when it came, she let out a tense whimper.

  “Fucking omega…” Killian winced with satisfaction.

  Did the soft spots between her thighs feel like home? She wondered. As he buried herself into her overwrought cunt, she understood that they were each other’s home.

  Vash watched with an eager expression as the two alphas spread her guts aside for him. He would stroke until the pleasure on his face sifted toward the edge. Then, abruptly letting go, he gathered in air, growling loudly. He went like that until she felt ready for a third.

  Hands swiping her lips open, the men greedily fingered in as they extracted their veiny cocks. Vash fought to speak, breath hinged by the arch of his palate. Gripping against the underside of her voluptuous waist, he stroked his hand against the diamond of her muff, calmly easing her into a light purr.

  He rolled the hood of her clit and massaged with the bed of his thumb. Again, her muscles turned tight and rigid. Her toes curled back and locked in a cramp. “I’m going to rip you now,” Vash said.

  “G-g-g…” Garbled noises fell from Wren’s mouth. It was a suitable answer.

  Eyes closed and lost in an orgasm of heat, she felt her sensitive flesh open and take him. Her sweat-slicked skin mixed with the viscous waterfall of fluids. Pumping toward her stomach, the three cocks struggled to hold their place. Her nature begged to gape and store.

  This was payment. Payment for Cassian’s sins. Payment for locking her up. Payment for the world’s fallen state. She was ready and served a purpose. Poor Cassian would never get to touch her as a pure being ever again.

  Her mind no longer directed toward the past or present. Locked in their hold, the future pulled her into blissful uncertainty. She closed her eyes and felt the gruesome tearing of their knots as they twined like frantic and searching serpents.

  The wine of the woman was sent gushing, more perfect than a man could invent. The fluids sloshed, an impeccable yellowish paste.

  “More.” Her legs clamped to the perspiring, husky bodies. The virile scent of the alphas invaded and wafted in her nostrils. “More!”

  “Take her.”

  Hands everywhere. The rough scratch of fingernails. Lips caught against their rough and matted tufts of hair, Wren dipped into consummation. The knots spread farther into her gut like parasites. Their extending fang-like prongs bore into her ovaries.

  “No!” Wren cried.

  An image flashed in her mind. Her belly was full of three. She was chained to a bed, sweat pouring down her cheeks. Helpless. Afraid.

  She depended on them, too.

  The pain tore into her heart, which in turn pulled the alphas in further.

  “Feel her, oh!”

  One by one, the alphas expelled their thick seed. Pain wrecked the tangled mass of hair and flesh. Unrelenting, their fluid coursed until she felt she could take no more. Her walls bottomed out, leaking the sappy blend.

  No matter how strong she thought she was, this was the true nature God intended. Open and inviting. Patient and starved for security. Numb, numb, numb…

  The men dug their teeth into her back, digging their jaws down against her flesh. Leaving the scars of the imprint, they hatched their jaws back and huffed. Their markings were important to the process of breeding. She needed to know that she was theirs. Like scorned apes, they pumped, frantically dispelling the last of their cum.

  “Take it gently.”

 
“Precious.”

  “Incubate her.”

  The men removed the chains from around her limbs. Gently rocking her back, they held her thighs into the air and cupped her lips together. “None wasted,” Killian said.

  The throb of pain from their knots still ached inside her. She closed her thighs together and started to weep.

  “Precious, why are you crying?” Vash asked.

  “Because now I will be pregnant,” she whispered, mouth full of tears and excess muccus.

  “We will take care of you,” he said. “Come. We will make you a nest in the other room.”

  Eyeing the revolver she’d used just days ago in the barracks, she closed her eyes and let her dreams of being independent drift away. She’d gotten a taste, and maybe, that could be enough.

  Sinking her head back, Wren swallowed before nodding. “I will be a good mother. I promise.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Precious, what the fuck are you doing out here?”

  It has been 133 days of pregnancy, 133 days of rest, 133 days of creating something bigger than myself.

  A warm hand gently caressed her shoulder before she could realize where she was. Blinking her eyes, she saw the fall color leaves across the earth floor. In the distance, the haze of the city shone brightly. She had been sleepwalking again.

  “I… I’m sorry,” she said.

  The alphas stared at each other before nodding. As Killian knelt in front of her, he removed a strand of hair from her eyes. “We aren’t angry, but we need you to comply,” he said. “Can you do that, Precious?”

  At least they asked this time.

  Wren nodded her head and bit the inside of her cheek. “Yes.”

  The alphas cuffed her and led her back to the dreadful house. Once inside her room, the men retrieved plates of food, cups of liquids, and fruit. Then, they cuffed her a second time to a chain lock. She wasn’t their prisoner, but they couldn’t have her walking into the city. It was, as they told her, for her own good.

  “Eat,” Killian said.

  Setting the plates in front of her bedding, the men sat and watched intently. Wren’s stomach shifted. She hadn’t been vomiting lately, but she still didn’t feel used to the strict regimen of eating for four.

  “I’m not hungry,” she said, flexing her tongue.

  Lucas fisted a piece of egg and presented it to her lips. “Eat.”

  Reluctantly, Wren parted her mouth to let the egg prop against her front teeth. She bit down and chewed, grimacing the entire time. “Disgusting,” she whispered.

  “She’s still not herself,” Vash groaned.

  Wren’s eyes flashed with wrath. “I know who I am!” she screamed and reached for him. Luckily, her chains held her back. She fell, deeply exhausted.

  “Just be good,” Killian said.

  “I want out of these chains,” Wren whined.

  The clicking from the clock on the wall’s hands sent shivers down Wren’s spine. “It’s not time for your walk,” Vash said.

  Wren would cry, had she any tears left. Pregnancy was a nightmare. Unable to make any decisions, she felt lost again. Yes, once she had the children, she could be free. But they had to stay hidden from Cassian for her nesting period. That was the only rule.

  Nothing was safe or sacred. The revelations Wren experienced were constantly undermined. Though the alphas tended to her with love and care, she could not even sit to go to the bathroom without them collecting a sample.

  “I won’t leave the house,” she whispered. “I’ll stay in the room. Just let me be free.”

  The men gave a look to each other. “You won’t run?” Vash asked.

  Wren shook her head and exhaled. “No. I am yours, alphas.”

  “We’ll see.”

  The men turned and walked out of the room, locking the heavy door behind them. Glancing at the plates of unappetizing food, she felt her salivary glands swell against her tongue. Her stomach soon followed.

  Exhumed from within her gut, chunks of thick liquid and mucus sprung out of her like a fire hydrant. She thought the sickness was over. She was weak, and her body must have weighed as much as a truck. Swollen and alert, she closed her eyes and lightly placed her palms across her rounded belly.

  She was going to be a mother. A good mother. If she failed at everything else, she would not fail at that.

  But as Wren lay nicely tucked into her bedding, she couldn’t imagine bringing three innocent children into a world as heinous as hers. Even if Cassian and his slave traders were decimated, she’d never see a less painful landscape.

  Days passed, and Wren calendared the time as best she could. When she saw a new sun, she would scratch the angle of her nail into her belly. Swiveling for minutes, she waited until she felt the flesh break into wet. After each mark healed, she was left with a calendar of scars across her stomach.

  She was getting closer. Only a few more weeks.

  She was constantly in a state of flux. The molecules in her body bent for the others inside her womb. Alpha to alpha. Cell to cell. She would not let herself whine about her incessant emotions and triggers that seemed to come out of nowhere. She would simply hold on for the ride.

  Not much later, the men eased the door open. They gathered the plates and placed a small tub next to her bedding. “Your bath,” Vash said.

  “Thank you,” Wren said.

  Killian ran a hose into the plastic container and released the water valve. Vash lathered a sponge silently.

  “We need to discuss something,” Lucas said, eyeing him.

  Wren eyed the flowing, steamy water. It seemed to calm her nerves. “What would that be?”

  Vash stopped soaping the sponge. “I’m leaving the pack,” he said. “For now. It’s only temporary.”

  Wren’s heart jumped with a tremor. Sharp distress held down her body. “Remove these chains at once, so I can slap you,” Wren exclaimed.

  “He needs to go,” Lucas interrupted. “The two of us will guard the nest, but Vash is the only one who can find Cassian.”

  “He kept me alive for a reason,” Vash said. “I need to know why.”

  “It’s a trick,” Wren said.

  Vash lowered his forehead and remembered the moment he left his brother. What Cassian said to him: I will keep your misery visible.

  At the time, Vash didn’t know what to make of his words. Now, he thought he understood what he wanted.

  “If he wanted me dead, he would have raped me before I left him. He would have cut my heart out and kept it on display.”

  Wren jerked forward and cried out, “You can’t leave me alone like this!”

  Vash focused on the fractured tiled floor. Nothing was going to stop him. He was going back to those barracks despite the omega’s tears.

  “They will be with you,” Vash explained.

  Wren’s pupils shrank into a thin and infinite prick. “I have done everything for you,” she snarled.

  A twinkle ran across the white of his eye. “What is it that you really want?” Vash asked.

  Wren opened her mouth, but the words caught on the edge of her vocal cords. Did she want freedom? She understood that true freedom lay in the bodiless. The dead. But she no longer wished to fade into the earth.

  “I want to take over Cassian’s operations,” she whispered.

  The words fell from her mouth unexpectedly, but she quickly realized their truth. The men, however, held wary and skeptical looks.

  “You have done so much, Precious,” Killian whispered against her ear. “There is a limit to what someone can accomplish.”

  Wren smiled and envisioned the inside of the Omega Unlimited nightclub. “Yes, I think I’d like to walk in there and tear out the throats of all the men in my way,” she said.

  Carefully, Vash removed the chains from her sore wrists. He noted to loosen the hold after the bath. “You will not go into his establishments,” he said.

  Wren stepped inside the warm water. Eyes closed, she sank and reappeared
in her happy place, her father’s garden. Well, the man was not her father. Just another false memory.

  She blew out against the steam rising from the surface of the water. “You worry too much about the pregnancy. It will go as planned. You will have three daring alphas to carry your legacy,” Wren said.

  She felt them. The babies. They were kicking.

  “I have no doubt you could kill every men in that building,” he said.

  “Then why won’t you let me go?” she asked. “I can feel it. I’m connected to that place somehow.”

  The men rolled the sponges over her naked body and cleaned. “Tell me,” she said.

  He cleared his throat. “That the women in that place are your copies? Does knowing make you feel any better?”

  Wren sank deeper into the water. “And?”

  “You’ve never seen your duplicates before,” Killian said. “Not sure it would be easy to handle.”

  “I handled you,” she said.

  Yes, she knew Cassian had made other clones. That was precisely the reason why she had to see them.

  “You’ll have to kill them,” Lucas said.

  Wren winced at the thought. “Kill… them?”

  Vash nodded and let go of the sponge. “All of the women… the omegas in the clubs, in the test facilities, in the barracks… If you want change, and I mean if you really want it, you have to be willing to annihilate what’s wrong with the present.”

  She hadn’t thought about that. “Do they feel?”

  “Do you?”

  Wren’s heart bled. “More than you.”

  “I have to go, Wren,” Vash repeated the matter at hand.

  Wren nodded, but didn’t want to fall into the trap of hoping that he’d stay. “Fine. Go.”

  “I was going to leave tomorrow,” he said.

  Wren rolled and stood, water collecting over her belly. “If you’re going to leave, you might as well do it now,” she said.

  Nodding, he leaned over her glistening body. Scenting her before he left, he cupped his lips around the crook of her neck. “Goodbye, Precious. I love you. All three of us do.”

  Worst of all, Wren loved them too.