83 Ordeal

Warning: Sexual Abuse and violence

Cough!

Cough! Cough!

Cough!

I put my hands on the floor, collapsing in a fit of cough. Mr. Olsen forced his member down my throat mercilessly, almost choking me to death. My eyes started watering, and my mouth quickly got covered in saliva. I heard Mr. Olsen's footsteps beside me as he knelt on one of his legs. He placed his hand on my hair, slowly caressed them back to where it was tied, and pulled it open.

"Haah! Your skills are worse than even a virgin," I heard Mr. Olsen say near my ears.

I felt his hands caressing my hair and his lips touching my ear. He took in a deep breath like he was smelling Thanksgiving turkey, and then out of nowhere, he suddenly pulled my hair down and squeezed my cheek with his other hand making my mouth look like a fish's mouth. I winced in pain,

"Though you are bonded, you smell quite delicious, but why are your skills so terrible? Don't tell me that Robbie was the only one you ever did it with," he asked, with a tinge of anger and curiosity in his voice.

I couldn't speak as my mouth and throat were already hurting, and on top of that, Mr. Olsen was squeezing my mouth painfully. I was barely able to nod. I don't know why he would think I would go around sleeping with men when I have a stable job and a son to take care of. I wonder if it is because I am an Omega! That would make sense, seeing as almost everyone in this world think Omegas are nothing more than whores. Mr. Olsen's eyes turned dark, and he threw me back, making me fall on my side as he got to his feet.

"Tch! I can see why Alphas detest doing it with bonded Omegas. Their prey being pawed over by someone else is definitely irritating. However, it makes me excited to think of Robbie's face when he realizes his mate has been devoured by me!" he said, grinning down at me, licking his lower lip.

I don't know how everything spiraled so out of control! A little while back, Mr. Olsen clearly wanted me to give him a head. Initially, I refused out of shock and horror. It never occurred to me that I would find myself in such a predicament. How was I to know that suddenly Mr. Olsen would demand such a disgusting thing?? How could I possibly bear to be touched by the man who kidnapped my son. However, I forgot that this horrible old toad kidnapped my son. Making a face like a demon, he said that if I don't do it, I can forget about seeing my son ever again. Did I have any choice? How can I put Twen at risk to save my body?

I have never felt more helpless and miserable than I am feeling now. Every moment I had his c**k in my mouth, I wanted to puke. If tormenting me was not enough, this bastard didn't let me close my eyes. I didn't want to see myself in this state, but I was forced to. I felt dirty and disgusted.

During my high school days, I was relentlessly teased for having a 'slutty body', for being a 'whore' or being a 'tool for breeding' and what not. Though I felt hurt by those words, I knew that was not true. So, I was able to endure all the nasty remarks that came my way with a straight face. Now, all that pride of mine was shattered. I ultimately became the 'cheap slut' I had been continuously accused of all these years. I felt broken and ashamed.

Even during the eight years after graduating high school, leaving my welfare center and my birth city, I never got close to or intimate with anyone, well, as long as the harassments and attacks on me are not counted. I didn't want to be intimate with anyone, not even with Fred, who loved me so dearly. I never felt the need as I had never wanted anyone in my life other than...

GASP!

The realization struck like a twenty-two hundred volt of lightning. How dumb have I been!! Over the past several years, I have never thought about getting closer to anyone, I have never wanted to be intimate with anyone, and I have never loved anyone else simply because I have only loved and wanted one person in my life... Robbie! I felt like both crying and laughing at the same time. I laughed at realizing this truth and cried for the timing of it. Robbie was, is, and always will be the only life partner I want, but this realization came at a time when I made myself completely unworthy of him.

"What are you doing playing dead on the floor?" I heard Mr. Olsen ask at the same time as I felt myself being pulled up by my shirt collar.

I was pulled like a rag doll onto my feet which were still numb. I felt wobbly as I stood, staring at my shoes and feeling shaky. I didn't want to look at this demon. I swayed in my place, seeing everything fuzzy when a sharp voice rang out,

"Do I need to write an invitation for you to start stripping? Or are you hoping to have those romantic movie moments where I would lovingly strip you off?"

Frankly, both the options sounded terrible. I didn't want to bare myself in front of this sorry-excuse-of-a-man who is baiting my son to make me do his biddings. My hands shivered as I started unbuttoning my shirt but apparently, I was too slow for Mr. Olsen's patience. He grabbed hold of my hand and tore open my shirt so hard that I heard the shirt buttons falling on the floor. I didn't even get the opportunity to be surprised, as I was pushed on my stomach on the bed. The very next moment, I felt his hand over one of mine, restricting its movement and his other hand feeling my chest. I sucked in a convoluted breath, gnashing my teeth. His every touch made me feel repulsed. I felt his mouth on my neck as he planted a firm kiss (which was more of a bite) on my neck giving me goosebumps. His hand on my chest started circling and playing with my nipples. I am sensitive in that part, so in spite of being revolted, I am still feeling it.

This is the first time I hated being an Omega. Of all the things in the world, this is something I didn't want to feel...by 'this', I mean this man as a whole, but this damned body was too weak against pleasure. He kissed my neck again but then abruptly stopped. This pause only made my heartbeat shoot up. The pause ended with Mr. Olsen's chuckle,

"Heh! He made a nice mark," Mr. Olsen said before bending over and licking Robbie's mark of bond with me.

Mr. Olsen's hand, which was on my chest, started to harass my nipples harder, kissing/biting me down my back. Suddenly, he straightened, and I heard a 'rustle' and 'chee' sound followed by his shirt and belt falling beside me. This time when he bent over, I felt his naked skin over mine. My skin instantly crawled with revulsion. I wanted to push him off my back and run away, but Twen...

I closed my eyes, feeling the tears forming in its corner. In order to not lose my head, I brought my hand close to my mouth and bit it hard. Mr. Olsen held me by my chest with one hand and aggressively kissed over my back, while his other hand slipped down to my thing, despite my attempts to not feel, started getting hard. I felt his hand loosening my belt and slipping his hand inside my underpants.

He started rubbing and stroking my p***s, making it harder. With my free hand, I clutched the bedsheet, feeling tears stinging at the corner of my eyes. His other hand left my chest, pulled my trousers down, and started fingering my b**thole. This double attack made me moan many times, but I bit into my hand harder to not let it escape.

"Che! Bonded or not, Omegas bodies sure love to be f**ked," Mr. Olsen mocked, stroking harder.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

I don't want this!

Someone... Please...

I shut my eyes, clutching onto the bedsheet as I felt him increasing his fingers behind. His motions made me moan again, but I bit harder. His stroking made me stiff against my will. I felt a sting near my hip as Mr. Olsen bit me. I moaned in pain that I blocked with my fist in my mouth. Finally, I felt him take his fingers out of me and position himself. I knew what was coming next.

I let tears freely roll down my cheeks. I felt another warm fluid rolling down my hand, but I didn't open my eyes to see it. I just wanted this to end as fast as possible. Just when Mr. Olsen was about to enter me, there was a loud BANG!