Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before 🌻 ch.4
Female reader x Nikolai x Price ✨ wc: 6.4K - call of duty - explicit, MDNI. Read the tags. Dead dove don’t eat.
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tags: non-consensual elements/rape, bikers AU, biker gang 141, omegaverse, dub-con, non-con touching, harassment, stalking, reader has a vagina, M/M/F threesome, threats, reader has a nickname, loss of parent, original characters, pack dynamics, alpha!John Price, Alpha!Nikolai, omega!reader, forced bonding, loss of virginity, breeding kink, piss kink, scent marking, daddy kink, stun guns, smut, rough sex, knotting, (maybe pregnancy), voyeurism, punishments, noncon spanking, p in v sex, anal sex, overstimulation, claiming barks, uh short appearance of a chopped off body part (action not described but the part will appear shortly)
A/N: Read the tags. This is were all the more intense stuff begins. If you don’t like reading non-con and dark stuff like that, stop reading this fic. I had plans of making this chapter longer, but I have decided to cut it there, because otherwise i feel like i force too much into one chapter alone lol. As always, lots of smooches to the lovely @venuskaltrip for being a bestie and dealing w my yapping
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Run.
Your sneakers crushed the flowers that the Parker pack had no doubt spent time planting last weekend - you rushed through the little garden gate that they had to the The Browns’ garden; ignoring the yells from the bikers, as you disappeared further and further in between the houses with the twisting trails and barely-there openings between houses that you could only just squeeze through.
Forcing bushes to part, ignoring whenever thorns ripped in your clothes and your skin. Accidentally breaking a potted plant or two, almost making a garden gnome fall over.
Run.
You lost them three or four gardens ago.
Shouts echoing - motorbikes being started, the sounds of the engines adding to the music of the thunderous clouds above. The footsteps behind you became less and less audible - you desperately needed to put more space in between them.
Run.
Millhaven wasn’t big enough to hide in forever, they would find you eventually even if you hid in between houses and shops, on roofs or in garden sheds - but you knew that, knew that you just had to occupy them for a short moment, make them think you stayed, while you didn’t. Hoping they would spend time looking through gardens, behind houses and between alleyways.
As you spotted the thin opening in the back of the garden, which belonged to the house with the smoking teenager, you went directly towards it. The opening was thin, right in between the stone fence and a bush, but it was there and after checking over the shoulder to make sure none of the bikers were near, you pushed yourself through it.
Run.
Away from the asphalt and gravel roads, the houses and gardens, the street lights and the light turning on in the windows; into the darkness of the night, to hide in between the shadows, inside the field.
The cornfield greeted you like an old friend, when you ran into it, the stalks and leaves hitting your jacket with soft thuds, opening up for you and closing up behind. The engines were like monsters in the dark, looking for you.
The whole town had to know now - know that something was up, that something was wrong tonight. That the roars of the sky was a warning for what to come, dark moments that had built up to this for weeks.
You ran for the forest.
When you were a child, you used to love running through the fields behind Millhaven together with your friends. Run through the wheat, the tall grass - it didn’t matter what was planted, but your favourite was corn. You could disappear into it together, like a never ending labyrinth of green and yellow, that could take hours to escape if you didn’t know how to. Together with Beatrice and the others, you would spend hours and hours out there, right until a few days before harvest. Then you would stay inside the houses or in the gardens, listening to the playground of the year disappear. When everything was done, it would be colder outside - and your little group would stay inside and watch the older kids drive across the bare fields on their ATVs.
Run.
When it was winter and the fields were all bare, it would be football fields or even better, if it snowed, all of you would spend as many bright hours of the day outside, kids across all ages meeting to make giant snow fights and create an endless amount of snowmen. Disappear into the forest behind the fields and when some adults had checked the ice, you would all ice skate on the small lake inside it.
When Carlos was a teenager, he broke his arm once when trying to do a trick, in order to impress Dennis. His parents weren’t impressed, but Dennis did draw a heart on the plaster once Carlos got back from the hospital.
Run.
Another time, during a warm summer evening swim, Beatrice had dropped an earring into the same lake - forcing everyone to dive and search for it, for several days in a row.Finn’s little sister somehow found it three years later and returned it to Bea, who still wore the earrings sometimes.
Run.
Another vivid memory that hit you, as the corn smashed into your face and body, barely able to breathe from how you were forcing your body to continue, was a late summer afternoon many years ago, when you all lost Enid in a cornfield. It felt as if all of you had spent hours yelling out her name, before finally managing to find her before it became too dark outside.
Run.
A corn stalk hit you directly in the middle of your face, making you yelp, only adding to the frustration of the pain already in your body. You wanted to sit down and cry, to hide beneath your dad’s bed, but you had to continue running - you simply had to go straight, then when you hit the first tree, turn left; deeper into the wilder nature, if you weren’t wrong, there might still be a tiny treehouse somewhere near the lake.
The thunderous rumble above you couldn’t hide the sound of an engine not too far from you - it didn’t sound like their big Harley Davidson or whatever their bikes were, but instead like the ATVs from your childhood. You found solace in knowing that it would be hell, if not impossible, to drive through the tall corn - but they could drive by the borders and —
If they didn’t catch you, you were going to die from the pain of running for too long now; your legs burned, your lungs felt like they didn’t work, your pulse was beating so hard it felt like it would burst - there were stars in your eyesight. You wanted to lay down so badly, gasp for air, maybe down three bottles of water.
You had never been a runner. Alphas didn’t physically run from problems, they met them head on.
But you’re not an alpha, are you?
You weren’t sure if it was the fright of what would happen that made your legs continue, if it was somehow courage because you refused to give up - or if it was something instinctual, your inner omega forcing you to not let yourself be taken by such alphas.
You just needed to get to the forest.
Run.
You almost let out a cry of victory when you saw the dark trees looming nearby, a lightning strike not too far away illuminating the sky for a second - dread hitting you suddenly like a lighting strike; you were barely able to stop near the edge, almost falling over face first, with how fast you stopped. Out of reflex you threw yourself onto the ground, in between the stalks and a few seconds later an ATV drove past, a flashlight lighting the corn stalks above you for a second, before it disappeared further down the road.
Looking for you. You wanted to throw up.
You pawed helplessly at your pocket for a moment, taking out your phone - new texts, unanswered calls and you quickly turned it off. Just in case. Even though Mary, Beatrice or any of the others might be trying to contact you, you didn’t trust the 141 to not be tracking you.
In a way, it was like your omega was taking over. After so many years of hiding her away in the back of your mind, she was desperately trying to save you now, forcing you to get up again, not even aware of the muddy clothes. Survive, get somewhere safe - you abandoned the safety of the cornfield, crossing the muddy borders between the field and forest, crawling under the fence. Disappearing in between two tall trees, your omega desperately trying to purr in order to get you to calm down; but you felt possessed, as if overtaken by a demon, unable to phantom the mere idea of slowing down or no longer continue to run.
They were everywhere, you were sure. It was as if all of your paranoia that had been gnawing and growing inside your body for years were coming true. It was only a matter of time, then they would get you - your life would be ruined, they would break you apart and infest your body, break your mind and force you into something you had never been allowed to be; they would take everything from you and if you didn’t attempt to escape it, you might as well had agreed.
Run.
Everything hurt.
Run.
A lightning strike hit again nearby.
Run.
You didn’t want to die.
Run.
You didn’t want them.
Run.
You didn’t want to become their omega.
Run.
The edge of the forest was filled with noise.
Run.
Who would look after Mary?
Run.
Did your dad do it out of love?
Run.
Where were you even supposed to g—
A body collided with yours from the side, a scream leaving you from the lungs that barely seemed able to work.
The forest ground was damp and cold as you hit it, the collision making pain bloom, like a bomb that exploded, sending shockwaves throughout your body. Air forced out your body, as a feral growl came from above you, like an angered god - the second you managed to take a breath, you screamed. Loudly. Hysterically.
Just like you had feared, you had been caught by your worst nightmare, his growling guttural. You trashed, trying to get away, as a hand grabbed onto the back of your jacket, angry words you didn’t understand, spilling from his lips, no, snarled like a beast, as you attempted to elbow him in the face.
”Stupid ‘mega,” Nikolai growled, attempting to put his body weight on top of you, despite how you fought beneath him; screaming and growling without stopping, refusing to stop, even if you only felt yourself be pushed further into the damp forest ground, “so wild - stop fighting—“
Your screams were loud even to yourself, your fingers in pain as you clawed at everything you could get a hold of, squirming to get free from him. The odds were against you - the alpha was bigger and stronger, but still. Why would you stop fighting for what seemed like your own survival?
Nikolai didn’t seem fond of your continual resistance - and when you managed to get one of your hands into your pocket, grabbing onto the pepper spray, an almost animalistic sound left the Russian alpha on top of you. He manhandled you so suddenly it caught you off guard, forcing you onto your back, his big hand grabbing a hold of your wrist in which you held your weapon. Nikolai snatched the metal from your hand despite your other hand clawing at his hand like mad. When he succeeded and tossed the metal can into the darkness of the forest, you screamed again, unsuccessfully attempting to hit his face - but you did manage to knee him between his legs.
A pained howl left him, his grip loosening.
You could hear the sounds of engines coming closer, drawn to the sounds of your screams. Yelling nearby, as they looked for the two of you. The thunder and lightening couldn’t even hide or help you.
You managed to push yourself slightly away, turning around to get up and on your feet.
Nikolai’s hand grabbed onto your ankle before you even got up, pulling you back and making you body slam into the ground again, the alpha snarling words you didn’t understand - you kicked his hand, another snarl leaving the man as you managed to get up, staggering onto your feet.
You didn’t even manage to get that far, his big body pulling you close again, keeping you on your legs.
“Stop fighting, Milaya.” “We will help you.” “You cannot win.” “You’re ours, little one.”
The words all melted together and you didn’t even attempt to listen to it, as he dragged you backwards, closer to the gap between the cornfield and forest edge again, one hand going around your neck, as you desperately attempted to bite and scratch him. Nikolai had taken your pepper spray, but he had seemingly forgotten about your stun gun. Too busy rumbling furiously, a guttural sound, dragging you along, despite your heels digging in and with how you tried fighting - so you somehow managed to pull the weapon from your pocket.
It was close to a practiced, almost a familiar, action now; flipping the on button and pushing down on the other button, as you pressed it against his bare skin on his hand.
An angry, throaty snarl left Nikolai, as he pulled back his hand that had been around your neck, attempting to take your weapon, but you fought this time, pressing it against him again and again - but unlike the first time, the Russian didn’t pull back nor did he let go of you.
”Gonna destroy you,” he darkly warned in between you hopelessly tasering him twice - somehow you managed to press it against his cheek, even if just for a second. You knew you would leave a mark, another stench of burnt flesh hitting you hard, mixing with the overwhelming scent of lust and anger.
It made Nikolai decide to tip you over, his heavy boots kicking your legs out from beneath you; harshly forcing you to the ground, onto your back without any mercy, settling on top of you… Your eyes widened with horror.
He was hard. You could feel his erection pressing against your stomach - when you frantically pressed the metal throngs against him once more, it wasn’t a sound from pain or annoyance that left him. But one from pleasure. The alpha on top of you moaned shamelessly, a deep throaty sound, like he was enjoying being tased. The mere fact startled you enough to allow him to grab onto your stun gun, easily pulling it out of your hand, ignoring your dull claws as you attempted to take it back.
Almost as if the claws weren’t there… as if you weren’t there, as if you weren’t a human being, not like him. Beneath him, easily overtaken, easily defeated.
Run, your inner omega screamed, but how were you supposed to? Submit. Run. Submit. Run. Nikolai was snarling above you, rutting against you, stinking of lust and power, his mere presence demanding the submission you refused to give, fighting every step of the way.
Where exactly he got the wet piece of cloth from, you didn’t know, but the moment he forced it onto the lower half of your face, you knew it wasn’t just water. The smell was intense in its own way, forcing its way into your nostrils and mouth, as you screamed and trashed beneath the bigger man. It was an nauseously sweet scent in an odd way that you almost couldn’t recognise, drops of the liquid trailing into both your nose and mouth, as he pushed it harder against you, staring down at you with a feral grin. Grinding against you, ignoring the way you trashed, the way tears spilled from your eyes, the way you coughed.
”Stop fighting, Milaya,” he cooed, the loving voice almost like venom, forcing its way into your bloodstream, making your body ignite with pain, “Don’t be silly, no?”
Every breath hurt, it burned, not only from the deep exhaustion, as the adrenaline began to disappear, but the wet cloud made you feel dizzy. Nikolai’s entire weight on your body hurt, as stones and branches dug into you from beneath, tears blurring your sight, as you helplessly pawed at him.
Ru-… Submit.
The rumble that came from him was pleased, his free hand sliding beneath your neck and with a little manoeuvring, you felt him grab onto your skin and pull; scruffing you, like a parent would a naughty pup.
”Sleep, little Sunflower,” his voice sounded tender as he almost cooed; like you were his lover having woken from a nightmare, unable to sleep afterwards and not a sobbing mess, he was trying to knock out with chloroform, “no more running.”
Submit, your inner omega screamed. Survive, your mind screamed back.
Headlights illuminated the two of you as you were found; Nikolai became a blurred silhouette above you, a godly shadow, as the last energy left your body and everything went dark.
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There was a familiar smell… blended together with something unfamiliar, yet not fully unknown. You weren't asleep, but you weren’t quite awake either.
Your head felt like it was filled with cotton… perhaps wet cotton, forced into your skull, pressed so hard together it could barely be there, your nose and mouth burning a little… Sore.
Had you escaped?
Purring. It felt slightly nice, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Was it you who were purring?
There were more noises. So many noises. People talking, boots on wooden floors. Laughter. Doors opening and closing. Fridge opening, then closing. Drawers pulled out. Somebody was walking up and down the stairs constantly. Something was boiling. The couch creaked, a familiar sound to you; you had laid in it so many times, that you could recognise it anywhere. Then… the smell of tobacco.
The sound of a groan - it took you a second to realise it was from yourself, the headache suddenly becoming harder for a moment, like somebody was forcing more wet cotton into your skull, despite the limited space.
Another groan, bordering on a whimper. Something was touching your head. Your hair was slightly wet. As you groggily opened your eyes, you saw a bit of mud in a tuft of it.
The light hurt, making you groan again and you twisted a little, unsure of where you were - then it actually hit you.
Something - no, someone was touching your hair, gently petting it. It made you freeze - and then a deep chuckle appeared, the purr stopping for a moment. Your eyes shot open once again, even if everything still were a little blurry, everything doubled for a second; the scent actually hitting you, almost warning you of who you would see, as you dared to look up.
John Price was gently petting you. Your head was resting on his lap and he looked down at you, another deep purr leaving him, messing with your head once again. He wasn’t wearing his leather jacket for once.
A coo-like sound left him and he moved his hand to gently caress your cheek for a moment. It was almost as if you couldn’t move, mind overwhelmed, too confused and the drug was still soaked into said mind.
“It’s okay, darling,”. He whispered all lovingly and tenderly at you, hand warm against your cold skin “go back to sleep, sweet flower, you can relax. We got you now.”
Perhaps it was supposed to be comforting. But it wasn’t. Not to you.
We got you now.
It was as if your body followed his command, even if it was unwillingly. As if you disappeared into the cornfield again, darkness consuming you, while you desperately pushed through the many corn stalks, faces flashing by. Your mom, dad, Nikolai, Ghost, Mary, Beatrice as a child, Soap, the female omega in your door, Dennis, Carlos with his broken arm, Lewis from the pub, the Spanish talking woman, child Enid crying, since she was scared and waiting to be found —
You blacked out again, mind disappearing into the darkness.
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“Every day?” You asked your dad, looking down at the pills in your hand. They looked harmless in your palm, like they were vitamins - perhaps allergy pills at best. A part of you wanted to refuse, but you knew it was a smart move. The Shadows, on their roaring bikes, with their odd logos and angry words, did scare you but the idea of them becoming interested in you, scared you even more.
“Yes, dear,” your dad answered, putting the last bottles into the medicine cabinet before turning around, adding “It’s for your safety.”
Safety. Your dad smelled like safety to you. Sometimes you convinced yourself that he still smelled of mom too.
You stared at the pills a little more, wondering how the fuck they were going to get rid of the faint scent of omega from your body, but at the same time, you weren’t really into science - if they worked, they worked. You finally looked up at your dad.
He held a glass of water, offering it to you with a smile on his face, though it seemed sad. You took it, popping the pills into your mouth, washing them down with the water, ignoring the slightly chemical taste it left.
”It’s only until they leave,” your dad promised, sadness in his voice despite the smile, “or you move away. Then you won’t have to take them any more.”
You doubted the shadows would just disappear out of nowhere, but one could be hopeful. A couple of years, you imagined - then they certainly had to have grown tired of Millhaven and everything would be back to normal. Just like when mom was alive.
”Yeah,” you whispered, leaning into your father’s body as he pulled you into a hug.
”I’m sorry, my little Sunflower.” His voice was nothing but a whisper and you hid your face in his shirt. Taking in his scent and wondering why he was apologising. If it was because the two of you were stuck here in Millhaven or because he made you take the pills. In theory, you could just refuse. He would let you. You knew that. Still. You were scared.
”It’s not like you can control me bein’ born as an omega,” you pointed out dryly, making your father huff. It was an attempt to make him feel better, but you didn’t know if it worked.
It wasn’t like you could control it either, yet you could hide it for others.
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Your eyelids felt too heavy to move. The headache didn’t feel as rabid as it had the first time you woke. Unable to open your eyes at first, you instead took in the noises of your house. There wasn’t much noise, but you knew you were still in your own house, as you could easily recognise the familiar scents, as well as the feeling of your couch, the fabric pressing against your cheek. Your head wasn’t resting in the lap of John Price, which was a relief.
Your mouth was dry, so you slid your tongue along your teeth a couple of times, trying to make your eyes open. You managed to, ever so slightly, the familiar yet blurry sight of the coffee table and turned off television oddly comforting despite their mundanity.
“Are you waking up, little sun?”
The voice made you groan and closed your eyes when a pair of black pants with chains on came into view - the Russian accent making a shiver of uneasiness rush through your body. For just a second you were back at the edge of the forest, wet leaves clinging to you as you pressed the stun gun against Nikolai’s skin again and again. You remembered the smell of burning flesh… the way the alpha had moaned from the pain and grinded against you.
When you opened your eyes again, you let out a loud cry; Nikolai’s face was all up in yours, a feral grin on his face, that made your instincts scream for you to run.
As if you hadn’t attempted to run already.
“Ah, da, you are - got scared i used too much,” he stated casually, as if he was telling you about the weather, “Don’t worry about anything now, little omega, most of our things have already been moved in.”
Despite the slight pain in your head and the tiredness that had sept into your bones, you quickly sat up, crawling backwards away from Nikolai, to the other end of the couch, the man merely staring like a hungry beast; sitting down on the couch, while you freaked out, crawling close to you himself.
”What the fuck are you - you’re crazy! Both of you are bloody insa—“
A hand appeared at the back of your neck and suddenly you felt yourself get scruffed like a misbehaving kid, making you wail, arms weakly pawing at the man behind you; you didn’t need to look to know who it was, because Price’s scent was intense, his fingers bearing a strong smell of tobacco as well.
”Calm down, pet,” Price said, while your body slowly went limb, his other hand pushing beneath the opening of your shirt, running his warm fingers with the cold rings along your skin, only to caress your scent gland, “We just moved the most important things in while you napped, pet. Just enough for the beginning.”
His words almost didn’t register, your eyes wide, staring at Nikolai who was still grinning, his eyes following Price’s hand touching your gland…. Your bare, exposed gland. They had taken your scent patches off. It was the first time in years that somebody touched your glands without any patches on and the feeling was weird, making a small whimper leave you.
This had to be a nightmare; an odd, terrifying nightmare. Created from your deepest fears, trauma added to make it even worse.
”I - I…” the words couldn’t escape your mouth, your body still lax because of his grip on your scruff - yet it was the overwhelming amount of things that had happened while you had been out cold that kept you from speaking; the mean sentences you were ready to speak, the comebacks to make them upset. They were all stuck, just like you were in your body right now.
The moment Price let go of you, your body sagged together for a second, before you all but scrambled to the floor, in an attempt to put some more distance between you and the alphas. Said alphas who were watching your every move with hungry yet amused expressions. Like they were waiting for a certain moment to jump you.
”I’m gonna report you,” you threatened, hands curling into fists as you crawled backwards a little, growling a little at them, “I’m not gonna let you get away with any of this!”
Nikolai’s sudden laughter was so loud and heavy that it made you flinch and growl a little more.
”Who are you gonna tell, hm?” Price asked in a mocking voice, moving in front of the couch to get closer to you, yet it was as if a demon suddenly overtook his body while he moved, face darkening, “Nobody is going to help you, Sunflower. Nobody dares.”
”You’re ours now, milaya,” Nikolai menacingly crooned from the couch.
“But don’t worry,” Price continued with no kind of comfort in his words, “You will forget everything about that when we’ve fuck you silly—“
”No - nonono,” you desperately crawled backwards, Price calmly following.
”Gonna fuck you until your scent returns,” it was a promise, it was a threat and despite him continuing you turned around and scrambled away - only to run into the arms of Nikolai who had moved from the couch without you noticing.
You screamed; filled with the fear of what they were going to do, what was going to happen, the horror they would force upon you. Nikolai pulled you close, slapping his hand over your mouth for a moment, tears falling from your eyes.
”We’re gonna fuck you until you go into heat, sweetheart,” He was smiling, all lovingly at you - and then Nikolai yanked you towards the stairs - towards upstairs, with all the bedrooms and you screamed again, Nikolai not even bothering to cover your mouth more. There was nothing loving about this, nothing romantic like books always described couplings between alphas and omegas to be like. Nikolai all but dragged you while you fought, with Price casually walking behind you, smiling with glee, like you were the most delicious thing he had ever seen.
Like this was a normal thing.
They were going to force you into heat, force you into everything you had feared.
You couldn’t stop it from happening, the fear overtaking you as Nikolai had dragged you up just two of the steps — You pissed yourself, the warmth that spread from your body only making it worse and somehow more embarrassing, making you sib and twist.
“Nik.”
Price’s voice made Nikolai stop at once, his big arm around your chest still holding you fast - a purr like sound leaving Price, as you sobbed, eyes closed.
”My my, Sunflower,” Price growled, his hand reaching out to touch your pants at your inner thigh that was darkening with the urine that spread, “pissing yourself like a scared dog, huh?”
Some of the liquid ran down your leg and dripped onto the wooden staircase as if to confirm his question. Despite your sobs, you could hear both of the men inhale deeply and sniff. Taking in the scent of your piss; you were both horrified and embarrassed at the same time.
”Fuck,” Nikolai muttered darkly, ”Body knows were in control, huh? That you are little pathetic pup, da?”
The worst thing was that you knew he was right and the thought almost paralysed you, because they were in control - the two of them were the strongest. And you wanted to scream and cry that they couldn’t do this to you, that you didn’t want your first time to be covered in piss and against your will, but you knew they weren’t going to romance you if you said so.
It wasn’t unheard of for omegas to piss themselves in intense situations when it came to dominance, but you had never felt close to that. It felt as if your body was betraying you.
Nikolai hauled you up the last few steps, almost throwing you to the wooden floor as he got up, and you let out a cry, your body tired and terrified - the last urine escaping your bladder as you sniffled. They far from sounded upset about you pissing yourself, in fact, if the lust scent filling the room was anything to go by, they were rather into it.
“Gonna fuck your piss-dripping pussy, milaya,” Nikolai warned, raising his foot to press against your soft, lower stomach, almost as if to see if he could force more piss out of you, making you close your eyes from the pain, “not gonna be nice.”
“Nasty little thing,” Price began, “It was never the pla—“
“I’VE NEVER HAD SEX,” your voice was loud, raw and desperate, and you feebly tried to hit and push away Nikolai’s foot, pressing your eyes close, “please don’t - please don’t- I’m scared- I’m - you’re being so gross, I’m - I’m —“
Beyond your cries and intense begging, none of them said anything for a moment, but you couldn’t make yourself care, continuing to beg, your voice slowly dying down, while you hit Nikolai’s foot. It finally moved.
You were taking shaking breaths when they moved, suddenly both over you, pressing you down, your eyes opening; Nikolai grabbed a hold of you, easily pushing you onto your stomach like you weighed nothing, ignoring your wail.
“Nononon—“
“Oh Sunflower,” Price’s voice was like honey, so sweet sounding that the poison you knew was beneath, even though it was barely audible, as he squatted down in front of you, “why didn’t you say so, sweetheart?”
“Fuck you, asshole- wha—“
Nikolai had taken and grip and pulled your hips up like you were a doll, forcing you onto your knees, before grinding his clothed erection against your piss soaked pants, moaning out a disgusting, “you smell so good, flower.”
The wet, still slightly warm fabric pushed against your cunt and you closed your eyes at the disgusting feeling.
”No, fuck you’re nasty, piece of—“ your anger were cut up as he trusted against you again, almost making you topple over from the sudden power, a half sob leaving you. He leant further over you while Price let out an amused laughter and to your horror, he began to open his belt buckle. Nikolai strongly distracted you by grapping a hold of one of your arms, pulling it behind your back without a care. Your scream didn’t deter him and you began sobbing loudly over the entire situation again, feeling helpless with only one arm to keep your face from being repeatedly pushed into the wooden floor.
Each thrust felt so weird, so foreign, so wrong.
At the sound of Price pulling down his fly, you forced yourself to close your eyes, too afraid of what he would do, unable to stop your sobs. There could hardly be anything sexy about you right now, tears mixing with snot, face half smashed into the floor.
You tried to block everything out without succes, tensing up a little as you heard Price shifted to kneel in front of you.
”Pretty girl,” you felt Price touched you beneath one of your eyes, making you open it for a second in confusion, following the hand and oh, fuck that was nasty - he used the hand to give him cock a couple of dry pumps. You were constantly thrusted backwards, your arm hurting from how Nikolai pulled you back. You hated how your body was reacting, how it recognised the base instinct that you were going to have sex soon, making your pussy wet. You hated how it made you mewl and how your body seemed to give up. You could hear them talk, but you tried blocking them out - could hear Nikolai mutter in Russian, feel his pace quicken; you could hear Price spit on his hand, hear him jerk off faster. It sounded slick now and your inner omega was screaming for you to submit.
Nikolai’s grunts were getting faster - then he suddenly stopped and you could hear him all but rip his pants down, before he let go of your arm, pushing your shirt up and oh…
Another sniffle left you as you heard him moan and groan, a deep rumble behind the sounds, feeling the cum landing on your lower back. Despite having both hands free, you couldn’t make yourself move, too afraid and to a certain degree, too shocked by what had just happened.
”Look at me,” Price’s voice was wavering, the slick sounds becoming faster as you refused with a little defiant shake of your head, keeping your eyes pressed closed even harder - trying not to react to his growl, even though your omega was screaming for you to submit.
Nikolai’s hands slid beneath your pants, taking a hold of your hips squeezing the fat on your sides hard, a deep growl leaving him, as a warning.
”Sunflower.” Price’s voice was darker and you hesitated for a second before you dared to open your eyes. His cock was big; sure, you hadn’t seen a lot of cocks in real life, but you had grown up with the internet. You knew how things worked and you knew for a fact that the man in front of you was thicker and longer than the average English person with a dick. You were even more horrified at the sight of his already half-swollen knot.
There was no fucking way any of that thing was going to fit into you.
With a deep moan that sent a small tingle along your spine, Price came - cum splattering over your face before you could move, making you whimper in disgust, eyes closing again.
They were touching you again. The hallway stank of piss, sweat and sex pheromones almost making you gag.
They were praising you softly, like you were a dog who had done a trick and not a person that they had just assaulted. Obnoxious alphas that believed they had the right to an omega’s body.
You felt soiled, like something that had just been used and then disregarded. But they seemed to like you like this, overwhelmed and barely moving - Nikolai continuing to rub his cum into your bare back, as Price began to do the same with the cum on your face.
“Wasn’t that bad, was it, ‘mega?” Price asked in a purr, making you dare to open your eyes again. He had put his member away, looking down on you with a loving expression, despite how his eyes were all dark, “you can be good for us, can’t you?”
You almost felt mesmerised for a second - the two big fingers that had been rubbing his spend into your skin, moving to touch your lips. He pressed against your wet lips, almost like an offering and you felt yourself open your mouth, making a deep, pleased rumble leave Price.
He pressed his fingers against your tongue, the salty, unknown taste of cum overwhelming on your tongue for a second.
Then you bit down with full force.
It would be a lie to say that you didn’t enjoy the loud scream that left the man. As he managed to rip them from your mouth and Nikolai pulled you backwards, screaming at you as well, you noticed the taste of cum had been switched with the metal-like taste of blood… making you grin.
You hadn’t managed to bite his fingers off sadly - but you had managed to break the skin and the big bad alpha, John fucking Price, was fully red in his face from the anger. Good.
The slap to your cheek was sudden and forceful, making you whimper as the world became blurry for a second - cutting off the most of your amusement.
You heard Price bark Nikolai’s name and it seemed like they had some sort of secret way of communication, since Nikolai instantly moved your body once more - and once again your upper body was thrown upon the wooden floor. This time scratching your chin, making you cry out - only for you to freak out even more as Nikolai immediately ripped your pants and underwear down beneath your cheeks, as if it was the most natural thing that came to him.
You began screaming again, instantly attempting to get away - only for Price to take a hold of your neck and after a short moment of struggling, he scruffed you.
In truth, you had rarely been scruffed - maybe twice as a kid, not even by your parents - but now you had been scruffed several times in a short timeframe, making the back of your neck sore.
Even worse… Nikolai began to spank you. Hard.