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23Jaide
It soundedas though the hallway was moaning.
Moans, grunts, and growls of differing stages of passion echoed around me. They rattled over the stone in such volume and clarity I was almost sure I had walked onto a porn set. I was one hundred percent sure I had when I turned to follow Elliot and came face to face with a woman's howling face. She screamed in a sound that was pure pleasure as two Synians held her up, their hands massaging her breasts as they fed from them.
Their fangs burrowed into the soft flesh above her nipples as they feasted. She moaned as a Synian fucked her from behind.
His hands gripped her hips as he slammed into her, his guttural groan turning into a scream as he came. He had barely finished when he slipped from her, his cum dripping from her to the floor, and switched places with one of the other Synians.
"Come on," Elliot grumbled, grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the foursome just as the second Synian slipped into the girl. "If you stare you are just going to give us away."
"Well, I'm sorry, I didn't expect to be dragged into a woman’s 'O' face," I said, just as the girl began to scream.
Although that may not have been her. Two steps away from them a boy about my age was on his knees, a Synian rutting against his open mouth as another fingered his asshole. Just across the hall was a woman bound in ropes, her breasts purple as she leaned against where she had been tied to the wall, the plug in her ass attached to rope and then to a hook on the ceiling. She was like a dog waiting for her master; her master who was part of the foursome judging by her line of sight.
Elliot was right, there was no way we were going to stand out. The hall was full of rooms: cafeterias, libraries, entertainment rooms and things that would make this place equivalent to living among luxury. No one seemed to be enjoying it. Well, they were enjoying it, just not in that way.
A woman in a robe like mine was lingering at a door, a whip in her hand. Everywhere I looked the Maidens wore plugs of all kinds, their bodies clamped, and clits and balls strapped to vibrators that would send them heaving against the wall as they came again and again. All of it was on display thanks to the transparent robes the Maidens were given. Of course, many weren't even wearing those. It was like they had just given up on them, they knew they were useless, or just dangerous to have.
Two women were tied together with them, the robes knotted around shoulders and hips as one was forced to eat out the other. They moaned and writhed in pleasure, even as their red and raw asses and breasts were spanked, as the Synians jerked off around them and covered them with their cum.
"Seriously, stop staring, Jaide. Unless you want that to be you." He nodded toward a blonde who was folded over a table, the two people around her trying to finish their breakfast as three Synians tried to take her from behind.
All at the same time.
“Holy snake dicks,” I hissed as Elliot tugged me after him.
The problem was... I did kind of want that to be me, and I could feel myself grow wet with the need of it. The need for that fulfillment, of pleasing my Alphas. Of being taken the way an Omega was supposed to be.
Because, in some ways, that's what this was: Synians pulling Betas into the role of the Omegas that were taken from them. My head spun and I forced myself to look away when the three Synians behind her mutated into three kings. My owners.
Omegas were meant to be protected, bonded, cared for by their Alpha, who tended to their every need. They were weak needy things who desired to serve their Alpha, and were made to take their knot. At least, that's what all the books said. I didn't have just one Alpha. I had three, and they were my owners. It was making that strong protective side of me that wanted to care for my Alpha confused. That same aching emptiness I had felt before flared to life and I turned away. Elliot was still pulling me down the hall as everything became a blur.
The Synians must have taken too much blood last time, everything was getting wobbly. I squeezed Elliot’s hands as he led me down another hallway. There weren't as many moans here, and what there was seemed to be behind closed doors.
The meeting rooms and mess halls we had passed before were replaced by lines of doors. One of them opened to a tiny room barely larger than the twin bed that had been pushed into the corner. I barely got a glimpse before Elliot sped up.
"Is this where Jett was?" I whispered, trying to peek into another open door and instead being treated to an eyeful of ass.
"Yes, just up here." He turned another corner, guiding us to a door identical to the ones around it. I wouldn't have been able to pick it out of a line up if it wasn’t for the coating of dust that covered the surface and the floor right before it. Everything else in the hallway had been cleaned but that.
"Garret ordered it to remain as it was," Elliot said, looking up and down the hall before he vanished into a wisp of air. My hair caught in an unseen breeze and a second later the door swung open, Elliot standing on the other side. "He was hoping it would give us some clue as to where they went."
"And did it?"
"Not for us. But perhaps you can find something.” He pulled me in, holding my hand so I could step over the stretch of dust without disrupting it and giving us away. "They didn't find anything, but you're his twin. Don't you have some kind of special connection?"
"It doesn't work like that," I mumbled, looking from the still unmade bed to the nightstand littered with books, then to the opposite wall and the array of hooks and straps there. A pair of leather cuffs were still attached to a high hook, as though they had just been used to restrain him.
"I figured. Or else you would have known what happened here." Elliot was staring at the same cuffs I was, his face sad as he ran his finger over the edge.
"Is it always that bad?" I nodded back to the door, my insides churning hungrily as my head spun again.
"Bad?" He gave a heartless laugh and sunk into the wavy velvet chair that was clearly meant for more than just sitting. "They signed up for this. They put those TVs in the lobby for a reason. They want you to know what you are here for, even if they won't let you leave after you step into the lobby. After a week or so everyone begs for it, though. They want everything those Synians dole out, even if it means getting bit."
"Is that how long it takes to become addicted to the bite? A week?" My heart rattled in my chest as I furiously tried to calculate the days I had been here. Not that I had any viable way to tell. The Synians kept the curtains in my room drawn, and I had spent far too much time sleeping...
"It's different for everyone," Elliot cut off my thoughts. "Depends on how often they bite you. How often they fuck you. Or even what you are."
