Your life wasn't anything special. You weren't some remarkable person that was going to change the world, but you weren't a bad person. You never thought in a million years that something this terrible would happen to such a nobody omega like you.
You often lived in that sugary day dream that one day you'd find your perfect alpha and live your sweet happily ever after. It was a brief fantasy that popped up every now and again, only to be defiled by the reality of the world around you.
You remember you'd gone for a short bike ride that day, cut even shorter once you were snatched right off your bike and shoved into an unmarked van. All in broad daylight. It all happened in a blur as a damp rag was shoved over your mouth, and the darkness had crept in at the edge of your vision.
From then on you were bounced around from storage to storage like the other 'cargo', and as most of the girls grew numb to the routine of being treated like cattle, you stayed afraid. You stayed loud and unyielding as you wept through the nights and screamed at the soundproof windows during the days.
You were an inconvenience to everyone forced to deal with your sobbing. Some nights they gagged you or drugged you; others they would just let you cry yourself to sleep like an unruly child.
After a week of moving you around the facilities, they were eager to sell you off. They don't normally use omegas at big auctions, saving them more so for more private events. A young omega was a big ticket item, and they really didn't like having to lose money on you, so your treatment started to get worse. If they caught you weeping, you'd catch a swift hand to the side of your face. They had to hold their punches, though, no point in losing more money on bruised merchandise.
But, they weren't going to be stuck with you any longer. In fact If you weren't still valuable as an omega, they would have killed you in your sleep a week ago.
When the night of the auction came you were dragged the whole way through the building as you kept trying to thrash out of their grip, only for them to get fed up and push you toward the wooden floor. The beta girl on the stage before you got bought up quickly and soon it would be your turn.
Your sad whimpering turned into a muffled scream as they dragged the little beta away and reached for you. You wailed through the ball gag tightly wedged between your teeth as the stage hand dragged you across the floor.
You kicked and cried as well as you could through the wad of leather in your mouth. Your bound hands pawing at the floor. It took two other beta toughs to drag you away and the announcer still had to slip behind the curtain to assess the noise issue. He smelled like another beta, a scent you'd grown sick of.
He grumbled under his breath over the state you made yourself, all tear-stained and slobbery as you tried to talk through the gag. He shouts an order to one of the handlers, and they pull out a needle pen.
You can't wiggle away as he brings the pen down onto your thigh and the little needle stabs into the muscle. Whatever was in it felt cold as it was injected, and soon your whole body felt it as your strained joints went lax and your eyelids drooped.
The beta handling you could finally just pick you up off of the floor to be carried to the main stage, but when he tried to stand you up your body simply fell.
It was an embarrassment to say the least; normally a little omega like yourself was easy to manipulate around the stages, but you were a mess. Your head lolled back as the main light came on, blinding your view of the crowd. Some in the audience found your ruined state as laughable, but others did not. In fact, to a good few you looked pitifully divine while laying limp in front of them, dripping with your sweet omega pheromones.
Your body broke out into a thick sheen of sweat, making you sparkle under the huge stage lights. When you first hit the floor, the whole audience was silent aside from a few stray whispers, and your labored breathing.
One man shouted out his bid before the announcer could even read aloud your Lot number. Another man called his bid out of the crowd, and then another. Soon even the Betas in the audience chimed in just to have what some Alpha seems to want, but none of the more dominant men were backing down.
The noise was all a blur ghosting over your drugged ears. The lights swallowed your vision as the world spun around you.
Another stage hand was ushered over to lift you off of the floor to let the crowd look at the rest of your body, not that there weren't already enough bidders. Many alphas started pushing through the crowds to be closer to the stage. The staff were nearly afraid that some would be bold enough to climb up after you.
Many alphas came to buy themselves a few betas. Often using and then disposing of them one after the other. It's a rare occurrence to see an Omega at one of these auctions as they prefer to sell them at higher prices at private events. You were wreaked with fear, but your thick omega scent still filled the large room.
Another man shouted out a painfully high bid, causing a frenzy to break out. You could see the outline of him as he'd lept onto his chair. Only the light wisps of his dark blonde hair were left visible as his figure was blacked out by the harsh stage lights in your face.
The announcer gavelled down hard on the wooden podium, and the room grew quiet as he counted out "once..twice…sold". With that, the beta handler dragged you off stage. Now they'd have to prepare you for your high end bidder. The announcer wiped a bit of sweat from his brow. He, like many, were relieved and overjoyed at the bounty a pain in the ass such as yourself had fetched for them.
Some even wondered if you would have gone for an even higher price if they stuck it out and kept it for another night.
What was done is done, and as your new owner was paying your way, the betas had dragged you off to be cleaned and dressed. One of the nicer beta women was tasked with helping this time.
There was a lot of shouting from the staff, but you could barely make anything out other than "she's a blah-blah mess!" and "she's still out fucking cold."
You could feel the relief in your jaw when the gag was pulled out as an older female Beta began running a wet cloth over your face. Another, less gentle beta began trying to pull your hair into some braids.
They figured that although you were an omega, you wouldn't fetch a high price from being so unpresentable. Now they have to scramble to get you nice and dressed for their buyer. Your limp noodle arms didn't make getting into the lingerie any easier for them, nor when their joints started to awaken and pull against them.
You still weren't mentally conscious when they finished throwing you together, but you could stand a lot better with some help. Which came in handy when you tried to limp away. The little taps of your bare feet hitting the concrete alerted them immediately and the females just pulled you right back.
The rougher and more careless girl wedged your feet into a set of high heels , squeezing your little toes. With you strapped to these things, you definitely would be gaping anywhere quickly.
You teetered on the thin cheap heels as the gentler Beta held your waist. The little red shoes clicked and clacked as the women dragged you through to the pick-up area. All the sad faces of the girls unlucky enough to be here blurred together as a panic set back in.
You tried to pull away from the handlers, but they were still a little stronger. You let your ankle twist beneath you and you nearly drag one of the women to the floor with you as your knees meet the cement. It only slowed you all down as they continued to drag you towards the back door. The sooner you're gone the sooner they can make easy work of the rest.
Finally, a bigger beta man had to intervene, and he simply picked you up off the floor by your waist and walked you out the back door.
You tried in vain to kick and flail out of his grasp, but to the guard you weighed nothing, and your movements were far too labored to make any impact.
The moonlight shining off of the wet pavement was blinding enough to make you wince loudly. The beta shook you with a hefty 'shush', only for another more imposed male voice to scold him for manhandling you.
"Put her down! I thought I told you not to let the males touch her?!"
True to the command, the guard lets you down and you're left at the mercy of the thin stilt-like heels. You can still feel the subtle throb of one of your ankles from the last time you rolled it, but instead of snapping the weak joint all over again a set of strong hands met your rib cage to steady you as they led you to the open door of a gleaming black Mercedes.
The arms that held you now were so much more welcoming, and some of the panic in your bones melted.
Your body flushed from the warmth of his skin and scent. The fight had finally drained from you as you let these hands push you inside the car and lower you to the leather seats before shutting you inside.
"We do apologize, Mr. Rogers, but we had some trouble getting her up and moving.."
"I'll say. What the fuck did you do to her." The new man's voice could be heard from inside the car as it boomed. It made your insides quake on instinct, and you could feel your reaction to this imposing figure pool in your core. This was no Beta Man like the others had been. From his commanding voice, strong hands and even his still lingering scent, it wasn't hard to tell he was all Alpha.
"What needed to be done sir." The pleasantries were over. They had their money and were rid of this minor inconvenience. You would be his problem now. You were still so groggy from the injection only some hours ago. Yet, when you'd regain all your cognitive function, you were sure to become a wailing menace. Smacking the windows all over again as you cry for freedom.
For now you limply watched through the tinted window as the Alphas fist twisted into the staff members vest. It almost looked as if the Alpha man would shake the little beta to death. I read the slimy little man was let go as the larger male stormed off.
Your eyes followed his figure as he rounded the vehicle and approached the adjacent door. Another small jolt of new energy tried to propel you to crawl away from this new Alpha, but your body couldn't put it to any use. Your movement remained sluggish as you tried to sit up.
When the door opened moonlight began pouring in to hit the leather seat you pressed your face to. You tried to shade it from your eyes by putting your hand out in front of your face, but it didn't do much good and the light still stung your groggy eyes.
His darkened blonde head came into view first. His face blurred and swirled into its final picture. His tight jawline was dusted over with a thin beard, and his eyes were wet but pointed. Like he was looking right through to the marrow of your bones. It left you feeling cold and exposed in the skimpy nighty-style lingerie.
"What have they done to you" his voice was as clear as it was going to get in your state. You could hear how deep it was as each word rumbled in his chest.
"Sit up, kitten." Those big warm hands were on you again as they tried to pull you into a sitting position.
This alpha pulls towards him until your knees collide with his.
You try to squirm away from him, but he just man-handles you on to his lap as the driver puts up the partition.
"There's no need to be scared anymore. You're safe here, Omega" in contrast to his words, his fingers dig into your hips to push you further down onto a solid length hiding under his clothes.
"Alpha..nooo" you whine in vain, as the press of his cock against the little strip of cloth covering your core made you shiver in his hold. Your little words of displeasure were greatly overshadowed by the way your voice shook as you called out his denomination. His poor little omega was still so drugged up, and yet her body could still tell what he was. It's enough to drive him mad as he switches the two of you around on the seat.
In the next second you go from being cradled in his lap like the frightened little thing you were, to being pressed against the back of the seat with your hips smashed against his knees. You couldn't squirm away even if you tried as he pushed your knees forward to touch your cheeks. It put a painful strain on your joints and your groggy brain nearly missed it as he had undone his dress pants.
His breath was hot as he whispered "omega" along the nape of your neck, bending your little body in half beneath him.
You had intoxicated him the moment the scent of your sweat hit the crowd. It took everything in him to not lunge at the next alpha that tried to outbid him. He had to have you all to himself, and he knew you'd be in much better care with him.
He wanted to hold you, squeeze you, fill you full, until every drop of him found your core so you could fill his home with beautiful children.
He hoped they had your eyes. He already loved the way they sparkled even when they shook with fear.
He pulled the little string of panties aside and pushed himself into your uncovered core. A sobering wave of pain washed over you as your inner walls stretched around him. A small unseen rivulet of blood dripped out of the bottom of your flower to stain the seat below you.
Everything came into view at once. This huge Alpha had you covered with his body. His dark blonde hair was illuminated as the car passed a streetlight. Some strands laid out of place from where it was brushed back. His face seemed hot as his scent of rich mahogany flooded the back of the car. It made your head spin as he speared himself into you.
But, through the thick fog of his alpha and the pain of him splitting your core in two, you were mesmerized by the dark hungry pools of blue that cut into your body as his pupils widened over it.
He couldn't help himself once he got to have you so close. I knew he needed to have your perfect little cunt wrapped taught around his knot the moment he saw your little body curled up in the back seat of his car. Now he had you bent to receive every inch of him and more.
"You're so tight, Omega. I can barely fit inside you."
You were untouched before this moment, a perfectly preserved omega flower was being torn in two by this thick alpha cock. He'd got to be the first and only to sample you.
His scent was everywhere and overwhelming, yet the desperate little part of your brain clung to it as if without it you wouldn't be able to breathe. It pulled at your inner omega as his cock stirred you up.
Every thought of home that had given you the strength to continue screaming day in and day out slowly melted away like an old memory. In its place was the flex of his arms through his dress shirt as his hands gripped your legs, the pierce of his eyes cutting through your red cheeks like you were the sweetest meat, and the mess of his once tidy hair and suit as he made a mess out of the both of you.
His grip was tight enough that his nails nearly dug into your skin, soon to leave little crescent marks where they once were. I kept you from trying to squirm underneath him as his cock pushed and pulled at your inner walls.
It still stung, adding to your debilitating panic. Yet, through the pang of pain there was a slowly rising burn of something that made your core flutter. So slick was flooding around him to ease his movements and make that tingle turn into a spasm of pleasure.
Your body burned like a live wildfire. Core alight with the sharp burn of him fucking into and the hot pressure he put on the deepest part of your abused cunt.
His scent made your head spin and it almost felt like the whole world moved too fast around you as it spun on its axis.
You can't stop him as his teeth dig into your neck and his knot pulls you wide over the base of his cock. The stretch made every last string holding you together snap. As blood dribbled down your shoulder, your whole being succumbed to this new feeling of fullness.
Looking back, he knew every thousand dollars he'd spent on you was on impulse but well spent. The room was flooded with your scent. It made his blood boil when the betas started bidding for the fucking fun of it.
Even now, as he had you trapped on his cock, caged under his body, and your blood smeared on his lips, he knew every cent would be worth it.