by Leann Ryans
In The Darkness
Book 1 of the Alphas’ Captive Duet
Leann Ryans
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Leann Ryans
In the Darkness
This book is intended for mature audiences only. Adult content, explicit scenes, violence, and other triggers.
Contents
Copyright
In the Darkness
Rough Treatment
Past and Present
Mistakes
Repairing Damage
Caring for the Omega
A Taste
Feelings
Fighting
Craving
Back to the Darkness
Rescue
Preparations
Running
Thanks
Raider’s Bounty
In the Darkness
I shivered in the corner of my cell, the concrete I lay on sapping all of the heat from my body. I was curled into the fetal position to try to keep warm, but it was impossible while laying naked in this cold darkness. The only warmth I ever felt was when they used me.
I absently drug my nails over the filth caked on my thighs. Dried fluids from who knew how many days of being used without being washed. The Alphas seemed to like their scent on me.
The chain clinked as I adjusted my legs, attempting to ease the soreness between them. I was constantly sore. My pussy, my throat, my ass, they were all used daily, never given a chance to heal.
A shadow passed through the tiny patch of light shining through the window in the door to my cell seconds before I heard the lock click open. That was my only warning before the door swung inward on protesting hinges, the light expanding until it stung my eyes. An Alpha stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the light beyond my tiny world of darkness.
I quickly rose to my knees, eyes downcast the way that they liked. I didn't know their names, only their different touches and scents. Their different flavors.
My cell rumbled with his growl and slick poured from my core. It didn't matter how sore, or hungry, or tired I was, one growl and my body betrayed me. They knew how to get the reaction they wanted from me.
He walked forward until he stood before me, his belt rattling as he undid it and his pants. A rough hand slid under my chin, forcing my head back.
"Open up," he growled to me and I obeyed.
He smelled of pine trees and the outdoors. It fit him perfectly. He was one of the largest and definitely the most rugged though I couldn’t see the details of his features in my cell.
His hand slid into my dirty hair and he roughly shoved his cock into my mouth. He was so thick it hurt my jaw to stretch open around him, and no matter how many times it happened, I struggled.
Gagging and coughing, tears pooled in my eyes when he forced his way to the back of my throat, giving me no time to prepare. The hand in my hair clenched, sending pricks of pain along my scalp. His other hand gripped the base of his cock where my lips couldn't reach as he continued to roughly fuck my mouth. He controlled everything. It didn't take long before he crammed his dick all the way into my throat, cutting off my air as he pumped his cum straight into my stomach.
The Alpha grunted, squeezing the knot that had formed beyond my lips before pulling my head back, leaving a trail of drool and cum down my chin onto my chest. Still holding my head bent at a painful angle, he tucked himself back into his pants before removing a piece of food from his pocket and placing it in my mouth. I chewed and swallowed quickly, and he finally released my hair, turning and leaving me in the darkness of my cell again.
I wasn't left alone long before two more Alphas came through the door. Obediently keeping my eyes on the floor, slick dripping down my thighs from what I knew was to come. I knelt before them as the scent of fresh cut grass and water surrounded me. These two almost always came to use me together, and no matter if I wanted to or not, I enjoyed it.
One of them moved to lay a small blanket on the ground next to me before stripping off his clothes as the other placed a gag in my mouth, buckling it behind my head before pulling my hands behind me and binding them as well. The first alpha lay on the blanket, pulling me over him as he growled and nipped at my breasts. His hands ran up my sides, holding me down against his chest as the other alpha knelt behind me.
He was kind enough to test my opening first, running his fingers through the slick on my thighs before pressing them to my back opening. Keeping two fingers buried in me, he pressed the head of his cock to my wet cunt, pushing inside to coat his length in my juices. When he pulled out, he removed his fingers and adjusted positions, pressing his cock against the tight ring of my ass.
I moaned as he slid inside. Stopping when he was halfway in, he paused so his partner could cram himself into my pussy as well before pulling back and fucking into me. The two of them stretching me had me panting around the gag, moaning and delirious with pleasure. Slick continued to pour from my core, easing their thrusts into me. It didn't take long for my orgasm to hit me, sending tingles from my scalp to my toes. I bucked between them, riding the feeling as long as possible.
When I collapsed onto the Alpha below me, they picked up the pace, grasping my body and moving me the way they wanted. The one behind me came first, cursing and clenching his teeth into the flesh on my back as he sprayed cum into my ass, his knot swelling and leaving me feeling even more full and uncomfortable.
Screaming when the Alpha below me forced his knot in, locking between my pubic bone and the knot of his partner, my vision went white. He bit down on my breast, his hands gripping my hips as the one behind me held my shoulders to keep me forced down on their cocks.
Tears ran down my face as I gave in and lay on the chest of the Alpha below me once he released his teeth from my flesh. They only bit hard enough to bruise, never enough to break skin and bond me to them.
The one below me unbuckled the gag as his partner released my hands, and I lay between the two, warm and as comfortable as I could be until their knots finally receded enough to slip from my openings. The Alphas redressed, leaving me alone on the little scrap of blanket when I was plunged into darkness again.
Rough Treatment
The door slamming open startled me awake and I scrambled to my knees, moving off of the precious blanket to try and keep it from getting too soiled. This Alpha smelled of cinnamon. Sitting something on the floor outside my reach, I heard his pants opening.
"All fours," he barked to me and I immediately turned to the wall, dropping so my ass was in the air facing him.
The Alpha entered me in one sharp thrust, forcing a grunt from my chest as I was pressed into the concrete below me. A large hand slapped my left thigh and I let out a cry, the spot where his hand landed stinging. He liked it when I made noise, and he made sure I had reason to cry out.
A slap on the right quickly followed as he continued to thrust into me. I could feel the concrete ripping off the scabs on my knees as I was rocked forward with each slap of his thighs against mine.
I continued to moan and cry out as he fucked me, randomly slapping my thighs and sometimes leaning forward to slap my breasts. I could feel my orgasm building, but before I could fall over the edge, the Alpha pulled
out, spraying his cum all over my ass and the backs of my thighs, leaving me sobbing in frustration.
He slapped my ass again before grasping my hair, bowing me backwards. He groped for the item he had sat down when he came in, before holding it over my face and tipping it.
Water poured between my parted lips, causing me to cough and sputter before I could swallow it down greedily. It spilled over my cheeks and down my chest as I attempted to keep up with the flow from the cup.
Once he had emptied it, he released my hair and I sat up, using my hands to catch as much of the water running down my body as I could, sucking it off my fingers. Using the ends of my hair that had gotten wet from the water pouring over my cheeks, I rubbed over my face and neck before wiping my hands with it as best I could. I had no other way to clean myself, so this was the best I could do.
"Thank you master," came the dry croak of my voice.
He patted my head, stroking my hair before gripping it and tipping my head back.
Pressing his still hard cock to my lips, he said, "Clean me.”
Opening my mouth, I stretched out my tongue to lick the length of his shaft before sucking the head into my mouth. It pulsed and gave a small spray of cum as I pressed my mouth down on it, the Alpha sighing in satisfaction as he squeezed his knot.
"Good girl," he murmured before slipping his softening dick from my mouth, pulling his pants back up.
He gave me one more pat before turning and leaving the cell, the tiny window of light once again the only thing holding back total darkness. I leaned back against the wall, wrapping the blanket around my chest.
With nothing else to do, I dozed back off. The blanket being ripped from me woke me to the scent of Pine again. Grabbing my hair, he pulled me to my feet before turning and slamming me against the wall. He kicked my feet apart, one forearm pressed into the back of my shoulders as his other hand pulled my hips backwards, his thick erection pressing against my ass. A loud tearing sound filled the cell, and tears sprang to my eyes as he used the ruined blanket to tie my hands behind my back.
Adjusting himself so that his cock was between my legs, rubbing against my lower lips, he growled, causing slick to pour from my core and coat his shaft. Pulling my hips back more, he lined his head up with my dark hole and speared into me with a rough thrust. I cried out from the burn, the concrete wall abrading my nipples as he showed no mercy, fucking into my ass with vicious, sharp thrusts of his hips.
The cell filled with the sounds of his hips smacking into my ass and my pained moans. I began to feel a trickle of warmth on my cheek where it was being rubbed raw against the wall. When his knot began to swell and tug at my opening, he reached around my hip, pinching my clit between two strong fingers causing me to scream out and see stars. I went limp as his cum pulsed into me, attempting to recover from the forced orgasm.
With his arm still wrapped around my hip, his other circled around my chest and he lowered me to the floor, face down with him still buried in my ass. I thought I would get a break, but once he had me settled the way he wanted, he began to grind into me with short thrusts, a tingle running through me with each pull of his knot.
Whimpering, I tried to move with him to prevent the pulling, but he trapped my hip in one hand as his other began to roughly rub over my sensitized clit. Thrashing, I attempted to get away until his angry growl had me cowering to the floor again.
Crying silently as he continued to torment me, he forced another orgasm from me as he pulled his knot back until it popped from my back opening. His cum trickled out of me as he untied my hands. Standing, he used the scrap of my blanket to clean himself before throwing it back to where I still lay, sobbing on the floor.
As I lay alone in the darkness, I remembered I had never liked the smell of pine. Some things never change.
Past and Present
I don't remember how I came to be in this cell. Not all of it anyway.
And to be honest, this cell wasn't much worse than my life before waking up here. At least I knew what was expected of me and I was fed regularly, if only tiny bits at a time.
My entire life had been spent on the streets. My mother was a whore with no idea who my father was and who spent the little bit of money she was allowed to keep on whichever drug was the easiest to get at the time. We weren't quite homeless, but the room we slept in was barely large enough for the twin mattress thrown on the floor of the old condemned building inhabited by other whores and drug pushers. I ate whenever she remembered to buy something for us to share, or when I could do an odd job here and there to earn a crust of something.
The malnourishment turned out to be a blessing in disguise since it caused me to develop later than I otherwise would have. My mother's memory was so bad, I honestly don't think she could remember how old I was, I only had a vague idea myself. I was somewhere around seventeen before my breasts started to develop. As soon as I noticed a man eyeing my chest, I began to bind them with whatever fabric scraps I could find.
That saved me for a little longer.
Since I hadn't gone to school past elementary, I had never learned about the different dynamics. I didn't need to be taught about sex, since I knew exactly what it was my mother did, but it would have been nice to know the difference between Alphas, betas, and omegas. I knew some of the men that visited my mother seemed larger and more aggressive than others, she seemed to scream more with them, but I had no idea that there was an actual difference between them and the smaller men who took less time to leave. Omega had never even been mentioned around me until it was too late.
Until she found out I was one of them.
Most people's dynamic presents between eighteen and twenty. Due to the lack of food and stunted growth, I was closer to twenty-two before my mother figured it out. I'm still not sure how.
Maybe it was that one too many of her Alpha customers sniffed around me even though I did my best to pretend I was a boy. Alphas were more sensitive to an omega’s scent apparently.
Binding my breasts got harder and harder each year, so I had taken to wearing baggy men's clothing and hunching my shoulders to help hide them. I had cut my hair to chin length to blend in with the other street rats, and stuck with a group of kids younger than me to hide from the future I saw coming for as long as possible.
One day, in a moment of lucidness, Mother had given me a speculative look and asked me about boys. If I had lain with any of them the way she did.
Cowering on my corner of the mattress, I had shaken my head, scared that she wanted me to start working with her. She was reaching the point where she was drawing less customers, the drugs and hard life aging her beyond her years, but I had avoided all touch hoping that it would keep me from the life she led.
I should have known that the light in her eyes wasn't pride for a daughter not following in her footsteps. Should have known something was coming when she said I should learn to stand up straight, and let my hair grow out so I would be prettier.
My mother had never been physically abusive, but she wasn't exactly loving either. She fed and clothed me from what I guess was a sense of duty, doing the bare necessities. Apparently, it was all to benefit herself.
Things could have been worse I supposed. She could have made me whore like her, keeping whatever money I made from taking multiple men every day. At least this way I was only shared between a few. I didn't have to try to entice males to pay me for sex, they simply took it in exchange for keeping me alive. For bits of food and sips of water.
I wasn't even suspicious when she answered the door to two Alphas and told me to stay in the room. She usually made me leave as soon as she opened the door, but she had told me to stay as the men obviously scented the room before she stepped out and closed the door behind her.
The walls were thin, and I could hear what they said as clearly as if the door was open, so I don't know why she bothered. Maybe to be sure I didn't try to run.
"Do you have the money?"
"How do we know she's unto
uched?"
"I know you smelled her. Does it really matter if she’s a virgin? She's an omega! She says she is, and with the way she looks, I believe her."
"She doesn't look old enough to be ready. You could be trying to trick us."
"She's small. If you don't want her, others will."
There was a pause followed by, "Fine", from one of the males. My mother had made a squealing sound before opening the door with a wide grin. She had one arm clutched to her stomach and a lump under her shirt.
"Get out here, Cara."
My mother rarely used my name. It was usually just 'girl.'
Crawling to the edge of the mattress, I slid off of it and stood in the doorway. The two Alphas looked me over and didn't seem very impressed at the trembling, dirty mess before them.
"Take this," one of them said, thrusting a white pill towards me.
My eyes widened and I tried to step back, but the mattress was at the back of my legs. I shook my head, hunching my shoulders and letting out a whimper. It only took one pill for some of the drugs available to hook you, and I didn't want pulled into that cycle. Considering I'd never taken anything, I had no idea how I would react, and they would literally be able to do anything they wanted with me.
Growling, the second Alpha I'd come to know as Pine stepped forward. Taking hold of my hair at the back of my head, his other hand gripped my jaw, squeezing his fingers into my cheeks until my lips parted enough for the first to shove the pill in with his finger to the back of my throat before pouring water into my mouth from a bottle I hadn't seen him holding.
Sputtering, I swallowed when he pinched my nose shut, the pill washing down my throat before I could stop it. Sobbing once Pine let go of my hair, I fell backwards onto the mattress me and my mother had shared for so long.
Curling up, I stared up at her with wide eyes, willing her to say this wasn't what it seemed like, but she was too busy looking into her shirt at the money she had made from selling her child.