Page 19 of Stray Omega

CHAPTER 8: EMBLA

The young omega had been through a great deal of hardship in her short life. She had felt the pangs of hunger. She had experienced the agony of thirst, and she had known what it was like to be a prisoner.

But never, never had she suffered humiliation quite like this.

Never had she been so thoroughly dominated, so physically insulted as she was now, tied up and bent over an alpha’s lap as his brutal hand came down again and again on her bare, defenseless rump.

Pop!

Each time the flat of his palm connected with her behind, it sent an explosion of sound echoing through the trees. The force of the blows jolted her body and left stinging, tingling handprints on her tender flesh.

Slap!

Embla squirmed on Orwen’s lap, but her struggles were useless. Her hands were bound, and her mouth was gagged. All she could do was bite down in fury on the rolled up loincloth stuffed in her mouth, wishing it was the meat of the alpha’s thigh instead.

Fwap!

Embla screamed. It was not so much from pain, though her backside was certainly ablaze with stinging from Orwen’s rough spanking. But Embla’s cries were mainly borne of rage and shame at her helplessness. She screamed until her face was flushed as red as her bottom. She screamed until she felt light headed and her vision sparkled. She screamed and screamed, but her voice was muffled by the makeshift gag.

Smack!

At last, having yelled every last bit of air out of her lungs, Embla was forced to inhale. She drew in a long ragged breath, and in the process she swallowed more than her fair share of Orwen’s scent. The loincloth, which had been worn so close to the alpha’s masculine glands, was fairly drenched in his rut-scent. It was so thick she could taste it.

Embla all but drowned in that scent.

At any other time she would have found that raunchy, pungent odor to be repulsive. But now, teetering on the verge of her heat, the alpha’s aroma had a profoundly different effect on her body. She could practically feel it saturating her lungs, invading her blood, dominating her body on a cellular level.

It was too much.

Whap!

To her intense dismay, Embla’s nipples pebbled hard against Orwen’s thigh. Her slit throbbed and leaked with arousal. It wasn’t just the scent that was having that effect on her.

It was the alpha’s skillful striking too.

Orwen was holding back. Embla knew how strong an alpha could be, especially an enraged one. If Orwen really wanted to, he could destroy her with one blow. He could slam her so hard that her spine would shatter like a twig. But he was only hitting her hard enough to sting.

As well as the other unintended effects.

At least Embla thought it was unintentional. But perhaps not.

Now it was all Embla could do to hold back the intense urges welling up from deep inside her core. Her heat was like an expanding bolus of pressured in her lower abdomen, and once that popped, she would truly be lost.

She had to hold it back.

She couldn’t let herself loose control. Oh, how she yearned to be deep underground in her hidden burrow where she could let the throes of her heat pass over her like a thunderstorm. That would be painful and unpleasant, but it would not be half as bad as what would happen when this brutal alpha and his companions claimed her.

Ark and Leros stood nearby, looking on in silence. They offered no help. Once, Leros took a step forward to intervene, but Ark blocked him with his arm and commanded the younger alpha to stand down.

He was going to force Embla to endure the full extent of her punishment under Orwen’s unrelenting hand.

Fwap! Smack!

And Orwen’s skill at spanking went beyond simply modulating the force with which he laid his hand on her tortured rear. He also took great care to divide the punishment equally between both cheeks, but he followed no discernable pattern—one swat to the left side, two to the right, then two to the left—it boggled Embla’s mind as she struggled to anticipate where the next blow would strike. At first she cringed, but after a while it became almost like a game as she tried to guess.

Pop!—left cheek.

Smack!—right.

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