by Zoey Ellis
“I don’t give myself only to be tortured,” Cailyn said, sharply. “You think a Beta would do that?”
Drocco's nostrils flared, but she was too angry to register the sign.
"You think Betas could have destroyed Omegas to the death rate recorded over a hundred years ago while Alphas sat back and did nothing? Do you think Alphas would have let Betas destroy their fuck toys? No. It was the Alphas killing us. Betas couldn’t stop them."
"No!" Drocco bellowed. "You lie. All Alphas cherished their Omegas. They viewed them as precious and something to be looked after, and cared for. You are twisting it because you’re a fucking spy!"
Cailyn shifted herself so she was sitting with her legs in front of her. "All right. If that's true, continue to cherish me, Emperor," she said, spreading her legs open wide. “Have me come on your knot only to rip me open. Oh, how lucky I am to be cared for!”
Drocco exploded in anger. His roar shuddered through her, and she jumped as he grabbed at the sheets and duvet to get to her. She scrambled backward but he caught her leg and dragged her to him. Flipping her around he pressed her head into the bed and lifted up her hips, propping her on her knees.
"Do you think this couldn't be worse, kitten?" he boomed. He ran the tip of his cock along her ass crack.
She gasped into the bed and fought against him trying to escape, but he held her too tightly.
"Do you think I wouldn't fuck you here," he said, pressing his massive cock on her asshole, "and knot you? How do you think your ass would feel if I tore that open repeatedly? And then tore open your pussy?”
"No," Cailyn yelled, her voice muffled into the bed. True fear bloomed in her for the first time. Omega females were not made for penetration in their asses like Omega males. Many of the deaths reported sodomization as the starting point for unrecoverable internal trauma and infection in her kind. Maybe not if it had been Betas, but Alphas were huge and Drocco was larger than most. She wouldn’t survive it. "No, please don’t!"
"I have no incentive to stop," Drocco threatened, his tip pressing harder until it entered.
Cailyn cried out, thrashing against him but unable to escape the new pain piercing her.
"Tell me what I want to know!"
"I’m from the Eastern Lands," Cailyn blurted out. She began to cry. "I grew up in Cillford. My family were farmers who worked on the land, but I don’t remember them."
The Alpha holding her in place was silent for a moment. "The Omegas?"
"They’re safe. And mostly together. They were not taken. They chose to leave society." Cailyn sobbed harder at what she had just revealed. No one—absolutely no one alive who wasn't an Omega—knew that information. And she had just given it to the worst Alpha known to the Eastern Lands.
"Why?"
Sobbing so hard with her face pressed into the bed made it difficult for Cailyn to answer. "Abusive Alphas" was all she could manage.
Drocco yanked her head to the side. “Stop crying!”
She pressed her mouth closed and tried to stop, her body jerking as she wept.
“How were the Alphas abusive?”
“They would fuck and knot girls of twelve who’s dynamic had only just been discovered,” she stuttered out, heaving. “Most of the girls died from internal bleeding and rough treatment. The Alphas would also share an Omega in her Haze with multiple Alphas. Over time, these Omegas became shells of what they once were, used only for breeding and abuse. Many of them began to die in childbirth—the child would not survive either. This treatment was widespread across all the known Lands. The entire Omega population was under threat. They chose to leave.”
When she finished speaking there was a silence.
Drocco pulled his tip out and his hands left her. She curled up onto the bed, sobbing with her head tucked into her chest. After a few long moments, the door shut.
***
When the door opened again, Cailyn was curled up surrounded by her stack of sheets and duvets in the corner. A dark depression had taken hold of her and she had cried until she could no longer squeeze out another tear. After all of her righteous intentions, she had told the enemy sacred information at the first sign of real permanent damage to herself. What kind of spy was she? What had happened to all her training, all the accolades of her achievements for the hidden Omega population? She was the first Omega to reveal them. That’s what she was. That’s what she’ll be remembered for, if there was anyone left to remember her by the time Drocco finished with them.
She listened, waiting for Drocco's wide hand to reach into the blankets surrounding her and pull her out. There was shuffling, and then nothing. She waited, breathing shallowly. Drocco never made much noise when he walked on the thick carpet. He could be a foot away from her, waiting to yank her out and she wouldn't know it.
After the silence stretched longer than she could bear, she peeked out of her cocoon. The room seemed empty. Her eyes swept the room again, and she noticed the enormous mass on the bed. Surprised, she lifted the sheet over her head and slowly climbed out, wincing at the pain that still hurt her ass. Drocco lay on the bed, his breathing steady, and as she stepped closer she realized his eyes were closed. He was sleeping.
For a moment, she didn't know what to do, and then her training kicked in. She tiptoed to the door trying it, but of course, it was locked. She checked the clothes he had discarded by the bed, but they held no keys or any useful items of any kind. On the table was only a few tubs of the cream he used regularly to heal her but nothing else. She continued to tiptoe around the room, checking if anything had changed that would allow her to escape, but nothing had. There was still no way out.
She stood staring at him lying peacefully, wondering if there was a way to kill him to ensure his death. But without the Talent, and without her blocks, she was useless. If she tried and failed, her life would be even more unbearable, and if she succeeded, how would she get out of the Palace? A plan like that required careful thought. She didn’t even know for certain that he was the reason she couldn’t use the Talent—something else could be wrong. What if she managed to escape and still didn’t have the Talent? Every Alpha she came into contact with would smell her. The good thing was, if he was now sleeping in the room, it gave her options to find a way to kill him or escape in the future.
She crept back to her makeshift bed and settled in. It took her a while to get to sleep with him in the room, but eventually, exhaustion overcame her.
When she woke, Drocco had gone. She slept again, this time more peacefully now that he wasn’t in the room. When she woke again, a platter of food sat on the table by the door, but Drocco wasn’t there. He didn't return for hours and Cailyn began to feel nervous about his absence. What if he was mobilizing his army to seek out the Omegas? What if he was sourcing some kind of torturous equipment to use on her? She just didn't know.
Long hours seemed to pass by. Food and water appeared on the table when she slept, but Drocco didn’t return. The depression around her situation pressed in on her, and she began to wonder if she had become more of a liability to her people than a help. There was a protocol that would allow an Omega to kill herself if the situation became dire—Cailyn considered whether she had arrived at that point. Suicide was deemed a highly heinous act considering how precious every single Omega life was. However, if she was endangering them all, then the protocol had to apply, didn’t it? She had once been sure she could eventually find a way out, but what if she didn’t? She had already revealed information she shouldn’t have. However, after surveying the room, there seemed to be nothing that would help her to complete that task anyway. Even the sheets she slept in could not be tied to anything to make a noose. Her head spinning, she lay down to sleep.
She woke to a hand gripping her calf and dragging her out of her cocoon of sheets. Drocco lifted her up and carried her to the bed.
She lay there, her depression seeping into her even further as she realized that her suffering had not yet ended. She had fully healed now, b
ut wouldn't remain so for long.
Drocco leaned over her, his hands on either side of her, caging her in. She didn’t look up at him, keeping her head turned to one side. His scent surrounded her, drawing forth that damn slick. Her body worked against her at every turn. She never thought that she would hate being an Omega, but her reaction to her captor was ridiculous. She now had a first-hand understanding of why the Mothers had removed themselves and all other Omegas from the main population. Alphas were sick fucking bastards, and Omegas were attracted to them nonetheless.
Drocco dropped onto his elbows and pressed his nose into the crook of her neck. He took a breath in and ran his nose up to a spot behind her ear. Cailyn frowned at the action. He had never started that way before. When he licked her there, dragging his teeth over the skin, she couldn’t help but shiver.
He took his time to kiss and lick her all the way down to her breasts. Taking a nipple in his mouth, he sucked and nibbled until she gasped, her pussy clenching as the pleasure fluttered through her. He moved to the other, running his rough palm over her stomach and tugging on the nipple he had just released. As he became rougher, pleasure zinged through her every pore, and she surrendered to the feeling, eager to escape her depression. If she could discard the guilt, even for just a few moments, she would take it. The pain would no doubt come later, but for now, she would enjoy what she could.
Drocco ran his hands across her body, pressing his fingers into her limbs, massaging them and relieving stress that she didn't even know she had. His fingers slipped between her legs and he pressed them into her drenched slit, rubbing circles over her clit.
Cailyn moaned, rotating her hips to meet his fingers.
His mouth made its way down her stomach to her mound, where he licked and sucked before his tongue dipped into her slit. He took his time running his tongue along her lips, groaning into her like a man savoring a rare delicacy. She tried to ignore him as best she could, but every sound that came out of him turned her on and heightened her pleasure. He licked and sucked every area of her pussy and then zeroed in on her clit, dragging his tongue across it and flicking her gently. She ground her hips into his face as he suckled on her, his tongue dabbing and swirling in the most delicious ways as her orgasm rose rapidly. When she came, he held her hips as she bucked against him, keeping his mouth on her until she calmed, her clit throbbing.
"You’re so sexy." Drocco’s mouth hovered above her pussy, shining with her fluids. His liquid black eyes were on her as he spoke, low and raspy. "I have never seen anything like it, kitten."
As soon as he spoke, Cailyn froze. Her high was fading away, the reality of her situation returning. He never made her come without also giving her pain.
He stood up and she watched him as she lay there, through lidded eyes, for what he was going to do next. His trousers tented at his crotch, but he never made to remove them.
He looked down at her for a long moment and then turned toward the table. "Come and eat," he ordered.
***
For the next stretch of time, a new pattern emerged. Twice a day, Drocco would leave the room. On his return, he would feast on her body until she came in his mouth, and then watch her eat at the table. Cailyn tried to remain alert. Something about his behavior wasn't right. He didn't seem to want to gratify himself, after so many days of fucking her. Part of her, that stupid Omega impulse part of her, was annoyed by this, while the more logical side of her was glad that he kept his cock far away from her pussy.
Eventually, though, her impulses began to strengthen. She caught herself wondering what was wrong with her—why this perfect Alpha didn’t want to mate with her anymore. Furthermore, she was becoming more and more unsatisfied with just his mouth. Of course, the orgasms were incredible. But now that she had experienced being filled and stretched wide by his cock and knot, a large part of her wanted it, even though he had been abusing her with it. Maybe she was crazy, or developing some kind of distorted need for him that captives tended to develop after being with their abusers for so long.
And why hadn't he continued questioning her? She had given him information that had surely piqued his curiosity. She hadn’t even answered his question about where the Omegas were located, and yet he didn’t continue to try and find out anything else. It confused her. What did he want? She did not ask him, in case he went back to torturing her. And she had no idea what she would do if he did. If he threatened to sodomize her again, she couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't speak. She was a coward. She had to accept that. She had been trained not to fear her own death, but the training that was supposed to help her face certain types of torture had been ineffective.
The more she considered it, the more she realized that she should be more focused on finding a way to kill herself. Now was the perfect time. Drocco only knew so much, but he didn't know enough to actually find the Omegas. She had told the Mothers in the note she had sent along with her findings that she would be taking a short break in Ricsdale before checking in with them again. Eventually, they would realize that she had been compromised and that everything that she knew could be told to the Emperor. They would have to take precautions. But it would be better if the Emperor did not actually know much, and she had to ensure that he didn’t force her into telling him any more.
One day, after Drocco had left, she tried to pull down the drapes across the window. She pulled and yanked them, but they held fast. She picked up a chair from the table and swung it against the window, but even though the chair was solid wood it did not break the window. She tried everything she could but nothing worked. She began punching the window as her anger and desperation reached its peak. She smashed her fist against it over and over, screaming with frustration that she had been stuck in this room for days on end. It was only when she saw blood on the glass that she realized that she was damaging herself.
Cradling her hand and feeling desperately sorry for herself, she crawled into her sheets and cried herself to sleep.
When Drocco returned and pulled her out of her sleeping place, he was furious.
"What the fuck did you think you were doing?" he bellowed, his entire body twitching with anger. "Do you think you can get through that glass? Do you think you’re going to get out of here unless I allow it? You will never leave, kitten. No one enters this room but me, and no one will leave this room but me."
Cailyn frowned, suddenly realizing something. “What about the servant that washed my hair and cleaned me up after my Haze?”
“I did that,” Drocco said, glaring at her. “So if you’re hoping for someone to come in and save you, don’t waste your energy.”
Cailyn didn't say anything. She barely looked at him as he continued yelling at her. It didn't matter what he said. She would keep trying to find a way to escape or kill herself, whichever option presented itself first. He applied the cream to her hand and bandaged it up.
Sometime later, while she ate at the table, Drocco began speaking unexpectedly.
"When is your next Haze?" he asked, from the couch where he watched her.
Cailyn hesitated at the sudden question. "What?"
"When is your next Haze?"
Cailyn frowned. "I don't know. I don't know how long ago the last one was. I can't tell time in this room."
"How regularly do you normally have it?"
Cailyn shrugged. "It is irregular."
Drocco leaned towards her. "I will caution you about lying to me, kitten. I know that Omegas are very regular with their Haze. Some as frequent as fortnightly, others every six months, but always regular."
Cailyn shot him a hard look. "I have been suppressing my Omega impulses with the Talent for years. My Haze has never been regular."
Drocco got up, cursing furiously. "Why would you do that? Is spying so important to you that you would damage yourself for it?"
"I'm not damaging myself," Cailyn said, her voice low.
"Of course you are! The Haze is a natural part of your cycle. No wonder you are so disobedie
nt, you are completely destroying your natural Omega impulses."
Cailyn shrugged. There was no point arguing with him. The man seemed to think that he knew everything about Omegas, even though he had no recent information. He wouldn't believe anything she said so there was no point in even conversing with him. Her energy was better spent trying to find a way out.
"It is likely that you went into your Haze because of Alpha pheromones," Drocco said, thoughtfully. "Maybe in the presence of your Alpha, your Haze will become more regular."
Cailyn snorted. "My Alpha? Do you intend to spread me around your army until you find him?"
Drocco stopped pacing and turned to her slowly. "I will not be sharing you with anyone."
Cailyn frowned. "So what are you talking about? Who is my Alpha?"
Drocco leaned over her, one hand on the back of her chair and the other on the table, his face close to hers. "I am your fucking Alpha."
Cailyn's eyes narrowed. "You are not. "
Drocco tensed. "What?"
“You’re not my Alpha!”
“Oh, I’m not?” Drocco straightened, looking down at her, the hint of a smirk on his face.
Cailyn glared at him. “Do you think you own me?”
Drocco grabbed her arm and pulled her up from the table. “Of course I own you, kitten.” He laughed. “Your naiveté is almost as sexy as your pointless attempts to avoid arousal.”
Cailyn gritted her teeth. He still thought of her as a plaything, a toy, a kitten. She thought she was his prisoner but it was much worse, of course. She tried to think of something to snap at him, but he was already lifting her up and carrying her to the bed.
“Do you really believe you don’t belong to me?” he asked, chuckling under his breath as he lay her down.
“Physically imprisoning me is not the same as being my Alpha, Emperor,” Cailyn said, hotly. “You know an Omega gets to choose her bonded mate. I have to willingly give that title. You cannot just claim it!”