Page 18 of Fight

Arthur rips his fingers out of my pussy, making me cry out as they drag along my walls. His hand is still lazily stroking his dick when he backhands me, unbothered by the driver who stops at a light.

“Still mouthy, I see. If I didn’t think you’d bite off my cock, knot and all, I’d fuck that smartass mouth,” Arthur complains. My hearing is messed up as I strain to hear him, blinking hard as everything feels too bright.

Dammit, he hit me hard.

“That’s alright, boys, give me something pretty to look at. I like when you make them scream. I’ll try to warn you before I cum on the little cum rag. Then, we’ll see if the auction house in Chicago wants her.”

My body is a white hot sea of pain as the alphas take his words to heart. They pinch my nipples, bite my breasts, shove their fingers in my ass without any slick to help. I try not to scream, I don’t want to give him the satisfaction, but it’s just too much.

My knees and thighs are pinned to the floor of the van, putting me fully on display to these alphas. I’m so grateful for my alpha scent blocking spray, even though it's been hours since I last used it.

I still try to struggle, to shove my hips up to get away, but there’s no point to it. There are six men surrounding me, holding me down, hurting me.

“Please!” I scream, not wanting to beg, but another alpha has joined the one shoving his fingers into my asshole. My body wants to help me, beginning to slick out of necessity as the alpha also shoves his fingers into my virgin asshole.

It hurts as it stretches, the first things I’ve ever had inside of my body there.

“Mmmm, she smells really good,” Arthur grunts, his head dropping back as he inhales my scent as if it’s an aphrodisiac. “Apple fucking pie. It’s my favorite dessert. I knew you’d be a damn hellcat with a little motivation. Fuck, yeah. Almost there. Scream for me, baby.”

My voice starts to fail me as I scream in pain, my brain trying to disassociate, but unable to.

The last thing I remember before I pass out is Arthur shouting as the men remove their hands, and ropes of warm liquid hits my naked body. I don’t know how I got here, but the darkness is nice for now. It envelops me, tells me it’s safer here, and even if it’s a lie, I’ll believe it for now.

Whether it’s minutes or hours later, I can’t tell you when Arthur shakes me awake.

“Let’s see if Clara will take you,” he growls into my ears as he shoves me into a sitting position. There’s something sticky all over my body, and I gag as I realize it’s his cum.

I’m still in the back of the panel van, and a beautiful woman with long blonde hair stares dispassionately at me from just outside it. My hands were bound behind me while I was unconscious at some point, and I flush with shame as I realize I’m still naked.

“What the hell did you do to her?” Clara asks. The doors to the back of the vehicle are open to the night air, making my body erupt in goosebumps as I shiver. “Arthur, you can’t bring your used up whores to me.”

I open my mouth to tell her she’s wrong, beg for help, but Arthur covers my mouth and pinches my nose shut as he speaks. It prohibits me from saying a damn word as my body fights to breathe.

“I’ve seen you take worse,” he says coyly. “Come on, it’ll teach her a lesson. She’s on a damn high horse and doesn’t understand her place. Omegas are here on this earth to serve us.”

Oh my God, Clara is an alpha. I’ve often wondered who runs these auction houses, but maybe she really thinks she’s superior to omegas. At this point, I don’t have any good options.

I’m damned if she takes me and triple fucked if she doesn’t. My legs kick out as I run out of air. My lungs are screaming for it.

“I don’t want your dirty seconds, Arthur. Get out of my parking lot,” Clara says, throwing up her hands in anger as she stalks away.

Arthur’s goons shrug as they shut the doors inwards, and their boss turns angrily at me. Black spots are encroaching on my vision because the idiot hasn’t let me breathe. Slamming me down on the ground, my head bounces as the darkness starts to win.

“I guess we’re going with Plan B,” Arthur says with a smirk. “You’re not going to survive Clara’s rejection, little omega. I really wanted to get paid.”

My body convulses hard as my lungs continue to beg for air, and I pass out again as I listen to him talk about all the things they could do to me.

A slap wakes me up, making me gasp as someone begins to pull me out of the van by my feet. I’m disoriented and confused now that we’re stopped, having no idea where we could be.

“Here is your final destination, little whore!” Arthur says cheerily and he ducks his head as he follows me out. His clothes are immaculate as I twist to look at him, yelping as the alpha pulling me out bangs my head on the back of the van before he catches me in his arms.

God, I feel so nauseous, I’m pretty sure I do have a concussion at this point.

“You’ve been a pain in the ass, but memorable nonetheless.”

The alphas walk into an alley by a building, where it’s dark outside of a single bulb over a door down the ways. There’s a stick by a dumpster, and Arthur saunters over to pick it up and begins to hit it.

“Dinner time!” he calls out to whatever is inside it. My chest starts to heave as I hear skittering nails inside of it. No, no, no. Those can’t be…

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