Page 23 of Broken Dreams

I can pretend the alpha fucking my throat is the reason for the tears sliding down my cheeks which makes me feel better. The alpha duo uses a large amount of Bret’s offered forty minutes, because the next alpha who comes up to spank me after I swallowed a load of cum doesn’t get more than five strikes with the paddle before I’m being moved.

Fuck. Everything aches as I’m released from the spreader bar and led down the stairs by Saxon and through a curtained off area where the thick wall with holes is set up. I’m so in my own head, I barely notice my surroundings as I walk. Usually, I’d immediately look for Linus, but I feel very spacey at the moment.

The feeling doesn’t get any better when I’m released from the ropes, only to have a harness wrapped around my waist to keep me against the glory hole as I brace myself on my hands and feet. It’s a very odd, crouched position to allow the alpha to fuck me without having to get on his knees.

The only thing that I can thank is the butt plug because it means there won’t be a cock in there tonight. I’m locked down too tightly on it, I doubt it’ll be removed until tomorrow. Mybody is in need of knots, even though my heat shouldn’t hit for a few more weeks.

This is just a small precursor to show me how bad my heat will be. There are three other omegas behind the wall with me, though I can’t see who it is since it’s dark back here.

No one bothered to remove the gag, though it does help to restrain the squeal I make when a large cock is unceremoniously shoved through the glory hole into my pussy. The other omegas moan or cry out as they’re used, the four of us unhappy with this turn of events.

It’s uncomfortable, without any hope to come as we’re fucked. My body is stuck in that position for longer than the others as they’re moved around, which means by the time the night is over, I’m so stiff it’s almost impossible for me to stand.

If there’s a God, I hope Bret Harris is impaled repeatedly by sharp implements in his anus before he’s delivered to hell. Limping as I also remove the gag, the alpha himself stops me in the now-empty club.

“I hope you learned a lesson today,” the idiot says.

This is a footnote in my life. It doesn’t define me, and within a week I’ll be completely healed. I have a very strong feeling the injections Bret gives us is laced with something that improves our healing time. I can’t prove it, but I strongly suspect it.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to allow us to be used as roughly as he does without fear that we’ll scar or be damaged in some way. Tonight alone, a female omega fucked me through the hole with a large dildo that had a strange curve in it.

If I was to look at it now, I’d swear it was a fucking tentacle. Some people should leave their spicy fantasies in books instead of fucking my cunt with it.

“Still not talking,” he sighs. “I didn’t even get to hear you scream! I should have carried out the punishment myself in theoffice, but we both know I can’t control myself. Go wash up and get the fuck out of my face.”

He sounds disgusted, but the reasons are his own. Tonight will haunt my dreams, but it’ll warp itself until I’m sixteen with my old master who beat me black and blue before giving me to his friends to fuck. I haven’t thought about that night in a long time.

Thanks for that, Bret.

Leaving him stewing as he closes down for the night, I find Linus waiting for me, looking upset. Squeezing his hand to tell him I’m fine, I tug on it so he’ll follow me. Unfortunately, there are spots on my body I won’t be able to reach after my shower that I’ll need help with when I play doctor on myself.

Antiseptic cream isn’t sexy, and neither is arnica. Some fantasies definitely don’t hit the same way because the reality is too awful.

CHAPTER 5

LINUS

I’m angry with Makayla, but I’m unsure why. I know Bret was in a bad mood a few days ago, but the way she silently accepted it made me incensed. She could have said something, asked him not to hurt her, yet she refused.

I’ve done things while here that make me hate myself in the name of survival, though I’ve never hurt anyone else to be petty. I’m pretty sure Alisa pointed Bret in Makayla’s direction in an attempt to get a break from him.

While I appreciate her plight, she fucked over my girl. It’s why as I’m cleaning the club on one of our last nights here, I wrap my hand around her throat and shove her against the wall.

“Alisa,” I growl disappointedly. It doesn’t have the same power as an alpha, but the little whore perfumes anyway. “No, no. Settle down. I really don’t want to fuck you, but I will fuck you over if you ever pull that shit with Makayla again.”

Her nails claw at my hand even as I tighten it to the point of pain without leaving a single mark.

“She did nothing to deserve that little display you perpetrated, Alisa,” I remind her patiently.

The omega is in her early twenties, and there are shadows in her gaze that tells me she’s had a rough life even before coming here. Well, suck it up, buttercup. No one’s had it easy if they’re at Slick Dreams.

“I’m sorry,” she croaks out. “I was tired of being his plaything.”

Lips pursed, I lift her up the wall, even as she fights me, her dark hair flying everywhere.

“Your misfortune isn’t an excuse to fuck with someone else,” I state. “Don’t do it again. Is that understood?”

When she nods furiously, I drop her like a sack of potatoes and leave her to finish cleaning. I’m still pissed off. It feels as if I have angry red ants under my skin as they bite me. Rolling my neck from side to side to help release some of the anxious and angry energy inside of me, I stride through the hallways in search of Makayla.

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