The unprotected touch directly to the cluster of hypersensitive nerves sent me off the bed with a yowl. Only the restraints kept me from falling to the floor. I arched up as high as I could, squirming and screaming incoherently as raw, electric jolts of sensation crackled through my poor clit and made every muscle in my body jerk. It hurt so good, I didn’t know if I wanted to beg him to stop or to do it harder.
“It turns out, Dr. Axell, for all his brilliance and all his derogatory comments about women and their instincts, is as much a slave to his primal self as the poor bastards we have locked up downstairs. Seeing you like this… all tied down with that pretty little cunt winking like crazy, begging for a nice, thick dick? He’d mount you himself, and then probably kill you once he was done. The esteemed doctor doesn’t like to be reminded that, when it comes right down to it, he’s just like the feral beasts we poke and prod all day.”
I probably should have been more concerned with what he was saying, but I didn’t have it in me to focus on anything but the excruciating pleasure being forced into my abused clit. For every pinch, the tension deep inside of my abdomen grew. I writhed mindlessly, blindly searching for relief. And, just as the pressure right behind my pelvic bone became unbearable… it broke.
A flush of sticky liquid rushed out of my frantically spasming core, covering my thighs and the medical bench below me. My body arched as high as the restraints allowed while waves of euphoria rolled through my pelvis, taking me closer and closer to that elusive peak… until the abuse against my pulsing clit abruptly stopped.
I cried out in frustration, thrashing against my restraints. “No! More! Please!”
Dr. Urwin gave me a small smirk as he stepped away from the bench. He sniffed the hand he’d had between my thighs and gave an appreciative hum. “There’s no need. You’re ready for your alpha. But don’t worry—once he’s awake, you’ll get all the sex you can stand.”
9
It was several more hours before Dr. Urwin’s phone rang, slicing through my own personal hell with a sharp ring.
I whimpered as the sound cut through my feverish brain, causing echoes of pain to vibrate through my already aching body. Everything was too hot, too loud, and the fluorescent light mounted on the ceiling above me hurt my eyes whenever I tried to open them.
I didn’t know what time it was, but knew it had to be the middle of the night or early morning. Every muscle in my body ached from the frequent cramps shuddering through me, and I was so exhausted I was barely lucid—but that wasn’t the worst part.
No, the worst part was the dull, unrelenting yearning deep inside. My blood burned with brutal need, and no matter how much I squirmed and begged for relief from the cruel beta who’d tied me down, he hadn’t so much as glanced my way since he’d forced my pussy to soak the surface under my backside.
This was worse than any illness I’d ever suffered, including the unpleasant week of swine flu back in college. Though this time, I knew what would cure me.
“Is the alpha ready?”
The alpha.
Dr. Urwin’s voice rang through my brain as loudly as the phone had, and I keened in desperation at hearing him say that word out loud: alpha. My alpha—the man who would finally end my torment.
“Yes, that’s her,” Dr. Urwin chuckled into the phone. “Just as ripe as a two-dollar whore. If you get him prepped, I’ll take her to the lab. This slut’s gagging for a fat knot.”
Despite my desperation to slake the fire between my legs, fear muted by need rolled through me when Dr. Urwin fastened first my wrists and then my ankles to the breeding post. I was bent over by the hips and stretched out with my hands tied so far away from my body I wasn’t able to move my torso more than an inch. My feet were spread wide, and the hard legs of the bench in front of me ensured I couldn’t squirm my hips. I was completely helpless, and more vulnerable than a woman ever should be.
Dr. Urwin finished tying me to the breeding post and slipped a padded roll underneath my hips, forcing my arse up and out and exposing my flushed sex to the the room. “There we go, all ready for some dick, huh?” he said cheerfully, stroking his palm against my swollen pussy before cupping it.
I mewled despite myself and tried to push out against the stimulation, even though the small sliver of sanity still left hated him with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. He might have saved me from Ezban, but ever since my heat broke and I Presented in the small examination room, any pretense of professionalism had vanished. He mocked me, mocked my biological response to the drugs he’d given me as if it was somehow a betrayal of my entire gender and the scientific method, too.
The worst part was that part of me agreed. Maybe logically, if I’d had the capacity for such a thing, I wouldn’t have. But as I stood tied up and bent over with my intimate parts on full display, and all I wanted was for someone—anyone—to mount me… the shame of what basic biology had reduced me to was too much to bear.
When Dr. Urwin dipped a digit into my opening and began to shallowly thrust it in and out, I bit back on my pleas for more and turned my head to the side. Trying to find something to focus on that would distract me from my humiliation.
But what I found to focus on only made everything so much worse.
Behind the panes of glass, in the observation room, Dr. Axell sat. Looking at me. He had his hand wrapped around his thick alpha cock, stroking it slowly.
The look of him… of his bloated cock in his hand and the look of excitement on his face, there was no more pretending that this was for the greater good of science. I hadn’t been saved from Ezban in the hopes that 351 would claim me as a mate and help further their research.
I was first and foremost here because they wanted revenge for my attempt at putting a stop to their inhumane methods.
Being forced into a heat that had me desperate to be violated by the same hulking alpha I’d tried to save was my punishment. Not my redemption.
When Dr. Axell saw me looking with horrified disgust, he gave me a lecherous smirk and leaned forward to press one of the buttons on the panel in front of him.
“I think it’s time our rebellious little analyst meets her new lover. Finish her up and let’s get on with the show. It’s been a long night for us all.” His voice rang through the test room from a speaker somewhere high above me, sending shivers of unease through my aching body.
“Is he right, sweetheart?” Dr. Urwin said from behind me, his tone mocking. “You ready for your big, bad alpha to come satisfy your greedy little cunt?” He slipped his finger out of me, and I whined at the loss.
He chuckled in response. “I guess so. Best get you oiled up so you can take him without ripping, eh?” Cool liquid trickled down my slit, finding every nook and cranny as it dripped inside of me. “You might be wet as swamp back here, but we’ve had more than one first-timer tear for the knot. Turns out ferals don’t care if you’re screaming in pleasure or agony, but it’s so much work to stitch you back up once he’s done wearing you like a sock puppet.”
“You’re disgusting,” I hissed—only it came out more like a needy whimper.
Dr. Urwin snorted, patted my arse and then leaned in over me so his lips brushed against my ear. “It’s shocking, isn’t it? Realizing that us lowly beta men love watching a poor little female getting screwed to pieces? I bet your previous beta lovers have treated you ever so gently… and told you how much they respected you while they slow-fucked your twat, because they knew that’s what you expected of them. That’s the only reason why any of you little cunts let a beta mount you, isn’t it? Because you know you can control us with what’s between your legs. We’re not scary or violent. And we’d never hold you down while we rape-fuck your tight little hole until you scream for mercy.