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A thick, burning stretch wakes Mari from a fitful sleep; something heavy and warm has her pinned to her bed in her hut, a hand on her head and hips settled against her ass, the head of someone’s cock seated against her cervix already, getting her all warm and melty and fuzzy. Sleepy and unable to see, she can’t tell if it’s Lottie or Shauna fucking her this time. Mari knows she’s gonna get both at some point during the day, though.
When she hears a moan and a hushed pant of ‘fuck, cumming’, Mari realises it’s Shauna being uncharacteristically gentle. She still hasn’t topped the first time, but Shauna is usually the rougher of the two alphas, with a predilection for pulling Mari’s hair or spanking her really fucking hard or shoving a thumb in her asshole without warning. Lottie is gentler but fucking creepy, always letting out streams of soft-spoken reassurances about how ‘this is what the Wilderness wants’ as she fucks Mari – rapes Mari, she has to remind herself sometimes – or, even if she isn’t fucking her, she likes to just touch her; it’s clearly sexual, but also fucking weird. And to think this is all Lottie’s fault.
-
The whole team has been on their guard around Shauna in the weeks since she beat Lottie nearly to death. Obviously. Shauna’s been either irritable and liable to lose her temper at the slightest slip-up from one of the others or so sullen it’s like she can’t hear or see anyone, totally lost in herself in either the meat shed or the attic. Her scent is so faint it might as well be gone compared to some of the others, so she keeps accidentally sneaking up on whatever alpha or omega is unlucky enough to run into the cloud of sullen misery surrounding her. It’s genuinely alarming, by contrast, how well Lottie is recovering, actually relatively cheerful even though she’s bruised and swollen. And even more alarming to notice that no matter how awful an idea it seems, she still wants to find a way to give Shauna an outlet. It’s not like she’s going to let Shauna beat her again, she’ll reassure quietly, because Shauna would probably kill her, but she’ll think of something.
And then, third in the triptych, comes Mari. She’s a little bummed lately, ‘cuz it’s no fun to deliberately provoke a girl whose baby just died and who just beat one of her friends bloody, and there’s no more of the Jackie-Shauna push-pull, no more of Shauna getting mad at her while Jackie tries to keep her temper in check. And Lottie keeps looking at her sideways for some reason? Whatever. She’s fucking weird anyway, more than usual lately; Mari swears she noticed Lottie trying to sniff her a couple days ago, and she’s been looking at her weird the whole time.
-
It's quite a few days later, her face well on its way to healing by now, that Lottie wakes up to a revelation; of course the offering to Shauna shouldn’t be herself. There wasn’t enough satisfaction the first time, and there won’t be again. No: Shauna would want someone else. She hasn’t built up enough enmity towards Lottie, even if she was deeply wary of her. But one of the others – Mari – might provide Shauna the outlet she wants.
-
Lottie tells Shauna first. It’s the first direct interaction they’ve had since the beating; Lottie is tentative as she climbs the ladder into the attic where Shauna’s been sleeping and knocks on the floor in lieu of a door.
‘What?’
‘I… Shauna, I wanted to offer you something. Something other than me. Someone other than me.’
Shauna turns around bodily to look at Lottie.
‘What… what would it be?’ she says, voice hushed and broken out of the hard, stony demeanour she’s been in for days at the prospect of mending bridges.
‘Well…’ Lottie says, wavering in her confidence that this is a good idea and will work, ‘I thought I’d offer you Mari.’
-
‘You offered her fucking what?’ Mari asks, furious, as Lottie and Shauna sit in the meat shed with Mari opposite them; she can smell them both. It’s fucking gross.
‘The Wilderness thinks you would make a good offering to Shauna,’ Lottie calmly explains again, reaching out to put a hand on Mari’s shoulder; the omega jerks back like Lottie’s touch would burn.
‘Fuck the Wilderness! I’m not – I’m not, like, Shauna’s fucking prey, Lottie, what the hell?’
‘You won’t be her prey,’ Lottie assures, looking over at Mari with big, sad eyes like she’s gonna guilt trip Mari into letting Shauna beat the shit out of her – or worse. Shauna’s an alpha, Mari’s an omega, and both of them know it. ‘I’ll keep her in line.’
‘You won’t! You let her nearly kill you, and you aren’t gonna change that this time just ‘cuz it’s me, not you! She’s out of fucking line! And that’s – her? Fucking Shauna? No, Lott. Anyone else, maybe, even an alpha, but never her.’
Flouncing from her seat, Mari leaves the meat shed without a look behind her, stepping out into the cold on the way back to the cabin and then something hits her in the back like a fucking cannonball and she’s skidding into the snow and she’s feeling the cold through her dress and she’s pinned to the ground by a solid, warm body and there’s hot breath on her ear and – Jesus, is that Shauna’s dick? It’s a stupid question, Mari realises, because what else is Shauna gonna have to hand in her pants that’s this long and this hard? She’ll have to reconsider her whole image of her teammate, because if she knew her teammate was fucking packing, she might’ve been looking at her differently in the locker room; Mari had been so sure that Shauna was overcompensating for something, that she was a giant cunt because she had a small dick, but. Apparently not.
‘Better fucking run, Mar,’ Shauna croons, and there’s a hand over Mari’s mouth so she can’t scream for the others and, despite herself and despite Shauna, Mari feels a hot ache in the pit of her stomach, a twinge in her cunt.
Shauna drags her to her feet and pushes her, hard, in the direction of the woods; Mari has to fumble wildly to stay on her feet as she bolts into the treeline, shoes crunching in the snow with each footfall. She’s moving as quickly as she can, but she can already hear Shauna on her trail and fuck, that bitch is fast. And Mari could swear there’s a second set of footsteps, Lottie’s footsteps, coming after both of them. Mari’s totally turned around already, scrambling to find even footing, any sign of where she is in the forest to try and get back to camp, to tell everyone that Lottie and Shauna are both fucking crazy and then Mari’s brain shorts out mid-thought as she gets running-tackled to the ground, her face in the snow and dirt in a second.
‘Holy fucking shit, Mar, I could smell you,’ Shauna taunts her, full body weight pinning Mari to the ground. ‘Like – are you such a slut that even when you’re getting hunted through the woods you can’t control yourself?’
All of a sudden there’s a hand under Mari’s dress, on the waist of Mari’s two sets of tights; a hand slipping into them and palming her cunt through her panties and holy shit that feels good and Mari hates herself for it, hates the way she whines at Shauna’s touch and wishes Shauna was still groping her when her hands slip away to push the skirt of Mari’s dress up and then pull her tights and her panties down in a single movement, leaving her underwear hooked around one ankle but forcing the tights off and over her shoes.
‘Woah,’ Shauna says, genuinely taken aback, as a wall of Mari’s scent slams into her. The omega’s thighs are a mess, sticky with strings of her slick as Shauna prises them apart and takes a deep breath. ‘That’s sweet.’
Mari is so wet it feels like she’s about to dehydrate herself, cheeks flushed and eyes hot with tears as Shauna, stinking of alpha for the first time in weeks, roughly manhandles her. There’s a curdling ache in Mari’s belly, not arousal but fear and nausea, a certainty: Shauna is about to rape me. And she wants to scream at the way that thought isn’t totally repulsive. It’s just biology, she reassures herself, she doesn’t actually want Shauna to rape her, it’s just her omega biology reacting to an alpha trying to dominate her for the first time and her body doesn’t even know that it’s another girl and she isn’t even close to asking permission, but the uncertainty about her motive is there.
‘It’s good you aren’t trying to fight me,’ Shauna says, her smugness audible in her voice. ‘I’m surprised you know your place, given how fucking mouthy you get.’
‘Fuck you,’ Mari spits. ‘Fuck you, get off me, you fucking freak bitch!’
Shauna slaps Mari’s ass really fucking hard – hard enough to shut her up, that’s for sure; it keeps her whimpering quietly into the dirt as she hears Shauna unzip her jeans and, a moment later, feels Shauna’s dick resting against her ass and holy shit it feels huge. Mari’s cunt practically flutters as Shauna squeezes her again, getting her hand nice and wet and smearing Mari’s slick up the curve of her ass as she pulls Mari’s hips up.
‘Don’t,’ Mari whines, a totally futile effort. ‘S-Shauna, don’t, please…’
‘But your body wants it, Mar,’ Shauna says, like a cunt. ‘You’re an omega, I’m an alpha, and you can feel what’s happening down there, right? Like a fucking waterfall, Mar. And it won’t stop until I’m done with you.’
There’s a hand squeezing her ass, and then all of a sudden Mari feels it; Shauna, still pushing her down into the dirt with the hand that isn’t groping her, has her cock notched into Mari’s cunt, so smoothly that when she pushes further in – much further in – it’s barely a struggle, even though Shauna’s cock is long and so fucking thick and stretching her brutally outwards. And Mari’s moaning, despite herself, because Shauna fucking into her feels good. It’s so desperately horrifying, sickening, the way Mari feels right now like she’s going to get off really good from getting raped, and then.
Well. And then, Mari sees stars, and she doesn’t even know why, but she’s in the middle of what might be the best orgasm she’s ever had, she’s cumming her brains out in the dirt, moaning and drooling and feeling something she didn’t even know you could feel.
‘… hit your cervix, you little whore,’ Shauna says, Mari’s brain slowly collecting itself. ‘You soaked my fucking cock because I was practically banging into your womb.’
The glee in Shauna’s voice is palpable and vile. ‘I didn’t even think that was true…’
Mari is totally boneless as Shauna starts fucking her again; it takes a minute for Mari to muster the presence of mind to realise that Shauna is deliberately fucking her in shallower strokes, because fully seating her hips against Mari’s ass also seats her cock against Mari’s cervix and she must not want it to feel as good as it just did, or something.
‘You ever taken a cock this big, Mar?’ Shauna asks casually, actually letting go of Mari’s head for the first time; admittedly, she does pull her head up by her hair to ask, but. It’s a step; then Shauna smacks Mari’s ass again and she yelps
‘I asked you a fucking question, bitch,’ Shauna snarls, her hand still resting on Mari’s ass as the omega scrambles for words.
‘N-no,’ Mari chokes out, trying not to moan. ‘No, you’re the biggest I’ve ever had, Shauna.’
‘Really? Or are you just saying that?’
‘Really really,’ Mari whines as Shauna slows to a stop inside her, cock twitching. ‘So much bigger than Danny.’
‘Oh, wow. Wow.’
Shauna still isn’t moving, just letting her cock rest inside Mari, and Mari doesn’t want to show that she likes it but fuck that’s difficult because the way Shauna is filling her just feels so good, Mari’s probably gonna cum again no matter where Shauna takes it next.
‘The biggest dick you’ve ever had, and you just took it like that,’ Shauna muses, upsettingly collected given everything. ‘Fuck, Mar, you’re such a slut… think you can keep taking it?’
Mari just sobs once. Totally unaccompanied. Stops crying again immediately, then lets out a broken wail when Shauna pounds back into her, so hard her hips slap against Mari’s ass, settling into an obscene rhythm.
Mari loses track of how long it’s been when Shauna murmurs ‘gonna cum, Mar… want it, don’t you? Don’t say anything, I know you do…’ and then she’s as deep in Mari as she can go, her cock grinding against Mari’s cervix and making her head feel fuzzy and her legs shaky, and Shauna is cumming inside of Mari, so deep and so much it feels like Shauna is filling her womb to the brim and Mari is cumming again, losing her ability to even make a sound as she just melts in place, soaking Shauna’s cock and Shauna’s jeans and the dirt and snow beneath them. And then Shauna isn’t in her anymore and she whines at the emptiness, rolling herself over to look up at – at her rapist. Funny – standing over her like this, it’s maybe the first time Mari has seriously felt smaller than Shauna, always lording the gap of a couple inches between them over the alpha. Now, though, she feels like nothing.
‘Go, Mar. Run back to the cabin. I need to find Lottie, and I don’t want an omega stinking the fucking forest up.’
Mari can’t scramble away fast enough, not even bothering to find where Shauna left her tights as she runs, feet pounding through the snow as her dress falls back around her thighs and her panties catch on her shoe, resolutely refusing to fall away. Then she falls, and lets out an animal howl for a brief second as adrenaline shoots through her – Jesus fucking Christ, is Shauna on her again? Is Shauna about to rape her again? – but she’s fine, pulling herself up with the help of a dead sapling, and she’s stumbling out of the edge of the trees towards the cabin and, in a hot flash of fear, realising that there’s the best part of an entire load drooling down the inside of her thighs and her panties are soaked through and all the way off her and how the fuck is Mari gonna clean this up? She’s fucking leaking.
She barely even acknowledges the others as she pushes back into the cabin; it’s empty enough that Mari thinks she can sneak her way up to the attic to get clean before Shauna comes back. And she doesn’t stifle a moan as she practically mops herself down, and she doesn’t think at all about how she came when Shauna came inside of her.
-
Mari’s mom always tells her ‘you can’t be anywhere with too many alphas’, in whatever words. Since she presented when she was fourteen, one of Mari’s mom’s constant points is that if she’s ever around too many alphas at once it might affect her heat cycle; Mari was honestly doubtful if it was true for a pretty long time, but she’s sitting on the couch at this party with a fucking mess between her thighs. Her skirt feels too short [it is] and her underwear feels too skimpy [it also is] and her whole body is just heating up, her nipples hard in her bra and her face flushed and her cunt soaked.
‘Hey, Mari – oh, shit.’
Shauna is standing next to the couch, looking down at Mari with eyes wide.
‘Mari, you – you’re in heat.’
‘What?’
And then Shauna is pulling her up from the couch, hand firmly on her arm, and her stomach flips.
‘I don’t wanna be rude, Mar, but you fucking stink. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, maybe get you home.’
Shauna doesn’t pull Mari into a bathroom, though, She settles on one of the bedrooms, standing behind Mari as the door swings shut and then she’s unzipping Mari’s skirt and pulling it down, dragging it over the curve of her ass and letting it fall to the floor.
‘Shauna, what…?’
‘This is for your own good, Mar. You’ll like it. Take your blouse off?’
It’s insane how innocent Shauna sounds as she asks, and insane that Mari complies, slipping out of the top and standing there in cute pink underwear; not for long, though, with Shauna unclasping her bra and groping her tit from behind and then guiding her to the four-poster bed and softly laying her down as she whines in protest.
‘Shauna… ‘m a virgin, Shauna, don’t… wanna save it for my boyfriend,’ Mari whimpers as Shauna climbs on top of her.
‘It’s fine, Mar. An omega in heat needs an alpha, even when she thinks she doesn’t,’ Shauna reassures, unzipping her baggy jeans and fumbling until her dick is free and it’s so much bigger than Danny; it’s the biggest dick Mari’s ever seen. She feels a knot of fear in her belly at the idea of taking it.
‘No,’ Mari whines as Shauna pushes her panties to the side. ‘Shauna, you’re too big… don’t…’
‘You’ll be fine, baby,’ Shauna says, cradling Mari’s face with one hand and teasing her cock against Mari’s slick, aching cunt before pushing in slowly and determinedly, breaching Mari’s hymen and – she’s losing her virginity from being raped by Shauna Shipman and just – what the fuck? What’s wrong with her that she kind of likes the way it’s making her feel? Shauna is softly holding her face, kissing her and it’s like she’s trying to make it romantic or something and, somehow, that does something for Mari, no matter the rape, the way Shauna just plied her upstairs like she was easy or something. Fuck, is she easy?
It definitely makes Mari feel easy that it doesn’t take her long to cum from this. She hooks her arms around Shauna’s neck and pulls her in to kiss her again as her cunt squeezes the alpha and Mari is bolting awake in the cabin with her face flushed and her panties a mess again, her thighs clenched around her pulsing, slick cunt; ignoring literally everything happening around her, she stumbles away to try and find somewhere to hide and recollect herself, wandering around memories of losing her virginity to Danny at a house party and being disappointed after the fact, wishing she had lost it somewhere other than a random bedroom to a boy she sometimes feels like she doesn’t even like; and who, you know, dumped her for his fucking cousin. Her brain feels like it’s blurring between Danny and Shauna in the wake of her dream and it makes her want to double over and puke, because why is she thinking about losing her virginity to Shauna Shipman?
-
Everything goes quiet for a few days. Shauna is totally normal, which is fucking insane; she raped and creampied Mari on the forest floor and she’s just looking at her like a teammate again, and Mari is just leaving it alone. She hasn’t told any of the others, just explained that when she was off in the woods she was just walking and she fell. There’s a fear aching in her that if she starts talking about it, she won’t stop, and she’ll tell everyone about how Shauna raped her and she came so hard she felt like she was melting and she loved how big Shauna’s dick was and she was kind of hoping to get knotted.
Mari is going to fucking snap. Every night, she has that same dream, different vivid permutations of Shauna getting her drunk and forcing her way into Mari’s panties, and during the day she’s just so on edge it’s driving her insane. Akilah accidentally bumps into her from behind and Mari practically slicks her panties in the moment she thinks Shauna is on her again; and she can’t even find space to masturbate, no matter how badly she needs to, how much she feels like she’ll fucking explode if she can’t cum. There’s no way any of the others are feeling this. It’s like Shauna raped her into heat or something.
-
It’s literally impossible for Mari to ignore it anymore with a couple more days gone. Her legs a little shaky, she trudges across the cabin to talk to Lottie in hushed tones.
‘Hey, Lott.’
‘Oh, hi, Mari, what’s up?’
‘I just… I’ve been feeling really stressed lately, really bottled-up, and I remember you used to have breathing exercises? Would you mind, like, helping me?’
Lottie smiles softly and stands to match Mari. ‘Of course I can,’ she says. ‘You want to use the attic? There’s more space, and Shauna isn’t here right now.’
Mari ignores a pointedly raised eyebrow from Tai as she dutifully follows Lottie over to the ladder to the attic, Lottie leading Mari up towards a part of the cabin she never really uses. It’s dusty, a melancholy air sitting over it even without Shauna’s presence, and Mari feels a little odd up there; maybe it’s just her stupid horny brain, or maybe it’s that look from Tai, the Are you being for fucking real? look
‘So, uh…’ Lottie sounds a little uncertain. ‘I think we sit down? Legs crossed?’
As Mari is folding herself into position, Lottie continues, kneeling behind her. ‘You count in your head – breathe in for five, out for seven.’
Lottie’s hands are on Mari’s shoulders as she breathes in and out slowly, falling into a rhythm as Lottie softly works away at her; it’s a little weird, sure, but Lottie’s just like that.
‘That’s good… try and let yourself relax,’ Lottie says, soft and comforting; Mari slumps a little into Lottie’s hold and shudders at Lottie’s soft intonation of ‘good girl…’
‘It’s working, I think,’ Mari murmurs.
‘Good, good… now, can you do what I ask when I ask?’
‘Yeah, Lott…’
‘Good girl. Can you get into downward dog for me?’
Mari nods, twisting herself into facing down and – Mari is presenting. Her back arches downwards, her ass in the air like she wants Lottie to pull her pants down and inspect her cunt up-close; that’s what Lottie wants, for sure, but it doesn’t strike her as what Mari might want.
‘Y’know, my exes never called it downward dog. Pretty close, though,’ Mari laughs and Lottie pulls closer to her again, keeping her in position.
‘Okay, keep breathing for me,’ Lottie says, a hand sliding down Mari’s back and settling a little above her waist. ‘Five and seven, Mar, that’s my girl.’
A little whine pushes its way out of Mari and Lottie’s cock twitches in her pants, already fully hard; she cuts straight to it, pulling so close to Mari that her cock is grinding up against the omega’s pretty little ass and she’s pushing her hand between them and between Mari’s thighs as she pushes her legs apart.
‘Breathe, baby,’ Lottie murmurs. ‘Keep breathing, you’re okay…’
Mari is absolutely not okay. Mari is so wet right now that it feels like she’s pissed herself, slicked up from Lottie manhandling her and keeping on doing so, rubbing her cunt through her leggings, and Mari is making these pathetic little noises and shaking her head no even as she pushes her hips back into Lottie like she’s taking her cock as deep as she can.
‘Such a good girl, Mar… no, don’t say anything, don’t fight, this is what It wants…’
‘No,’ Mari whines, even as she lets Lottie hump her ass, and then for a second she’s so turned-on she can’t think; it isn’t even an orgasm, but Lottie reverently spills out ‘Holy shit,’ from behind her.
‘Mar, you slicked through your leggings for me,’ Lottie says, pulling her pants down and smelling her, heady and sickly-sweet. ‘Oh my God, Mar, no panties? And you’re this wet?’
Mari just whimpers ‘Don’t,’ as Lottie fumbles out of her jeans and pulls her cock out, not even giving Mari a warning before she pushes into her and Mari is moaning like a pretty little whore as Lottie rapes her, filling her so full it’s obscene. Lottie’s cock isn’t as thick and girthy as Shauna’s, but it feels about as long as Lottie thrusts firmly in and out of her, hips tapping into her as Mari moans ‘no… Lott, stop, please…’ uncomfortably loud.
‘You’re fine, Mar,’ Lottie coos. ‘It wants this for you, wants me to breed you, baby. Don’t fight.’
Lottie winces, still inside, at the way Mari clenches around her when she says she’s gonna breed Mari; her cunt flutters and squeezes, already tight on Lottie when she isn’t trying to squeeze her deeper inside and unbearable when she is. There’s already a quiet possessiveness building in Lottie, a need to keep the omega, her omega, to keep her close and leashed and tame on her cock because it’s what the Wilderness wants, sure, but also because it’s what Lottie wants, for once. Lottie Isabel Matthews wants to keep fucking Mari, to make her cum until she’s shaking and she can’t walk, no matter what Mari says or does about it; she wants to get Mari pregnant because the Wilderness does, sure, but also because she’s an alpha and Mari’s an omega.
Lottie’s never put that much thought into designation, since she’s never really felt like an alpha until now; her whole life, there have been the stereotypes and the expectations that she’s always felt out of place at the sight of other female alphas bonding over. She could barely even smell alphas or omegas for years; it’s really built up for her in the Wilderness, and with it, the weird, hot soup of a feeling that’s coalescing into wanting to breed and collar Mari, and the way her omega is trying to squeeze and drag her back in even as she moans ‘no, Lott,’ is only making it worse. Mari is so tight around Lottie, a hot little vice that she can’t stop vomiting up the praises of.
‘Good girl, Mar, so tight for me, for your alpha, so fucking tight, baby, you’re fine, you’re good…’
-
‘Should we – should we, like, do something?’ Melissa asks as half the team looks up at the ceiling of the cabin in a mixture of fascination and disgust, the sound of Mari’s pathetic whines and sobs drifting down from upstairs.
‘She’s fine,’ Gen insists. ‘You smelled her, right? Mari fucking stunk of pheromones today, she could do with this so maybe it stops.’
‘She was saying no!’
‘She was moaning no, Mel.’
-
Mari cums, sobbing, with Lottie’s cock bullying into her cervix and one of Lottie’s hands bracing her hip, the other one slipping up to Mari’s tits.
‘No, Lott… don’t cum inside, please, don’t breed me, you can’t, Lott…’
It isn’t lost on Lottie that even as she begs, Mari’s cunt squeezes around her again like she doesn’t want her to pull out ever.
‘Mar… the Wilderness wants it,’ Lottie intones softly and cums inside her, spilling almost straight into Mari’s womb, easing out of her and setting her down on Shauna’s bed, leaving her cunt drooling slick and cum onto the sheet as Lottie pulls the blanket over Mari and cleans herself off, perching in the corner and watching Mari fall asleep.
-
Out in the meat shed, Shauna skins a rabbit with sharp, eerie efficiency and systematically dismembers it, adding each piece to the stack of little bundles she re-organises every time they get added to or taken from. It’s not exactly a sustainable supply.
Shauna should probably talk to Mari soon. If Mari will even let her get a word out. She misses – well, it’s vile, but she misses the way Mari’s cunt felt around her, misses the meagre warmth of another body next to hers. People have been telling Shauna she’s warm her whole life, like, physically warm; her demeanour is a different matter. It’s felt like ever since, well – everything, that she isn’t warm anymore; she might not be able to be warm again.
Whatever, though. Shauna washes her hands in the [fucking freezing] bucket she always uses and dries them on her outside layers, stepping out of the meat shed and still wincing at the temperature drop. Winter isn’t getting any easier.
Inside the cabin, all eyes turn to Shauna as she pushes the door open.
‘Meat’s done.’
‘Shauna, uh… it’s kind of a mess in the attic, you might want to leave it,’ Van says, getting completely ignored.
‘What happened up there?’
‘… you’ll see.’
-
Shauna starts workshopping an opening line for Mari as she takes to the ladder, considering Hey, I feel like we should talk about what happened? until she pokes her head through the trapdoor and she’s staring directly at Mari’s spread thighs and bare cunt, someone’s cum drooling out of her onto the floorboards. And Lottie sitting calmly on the floor, looking down at her.
‘Lottie, did you fuck Mari?’ Shauna asks, insistent, as she pulls herself into the attic and takes Lottie’s arm, pulling her to her feet.
‘The Wilderness called for it,’ she explains like it’s perfectly simple as Shauna looks slightly up at her. ‘Mari was better off for it.’
‘You should have asked! Did you – did you knot her?’
‘No, Shauna, does she look like I knotted her?’ Lottie rolls her eyes. ‘You’ve always been bad at sharing, you know?’
‘You gave her to me, Lott. And you raped my omega?’
Lottie steps back from Shauna and sits back down.
‘She wanted it. Needed it – I could feel her trying to squeeze me back in, Shauna.’
‘… you too?’
‘Wait,’ Lottie says, hushed. ‘You… you fucked her too?’
Shauna sits next to Lottie, awkwardly folding her legs around herself.
‘Yeah. She was… tight, right? Like… squeezing-your-dick tight?’
‘She was,’ Lottie nods, ‘like she wanted to keep me inside when I said I was gonna breed her.’
‘Jesus, Lott.’
Lottie shrugs with a small smile. ‘She wanted it.’
-
Mari stirs in Shauna’s bed at the sound of faint voices, slowly wavering into consciousness as she listens in; eventually, she realises it’s Lottie and Shauna.
‘… just clenching on me, even when she was saying no,’ Mari hears Shauna say, and are they swapping notes on raping her?
‘Oh, Mar’s awake,’ Shauna says like she wasn’t just talking about Mari’s pussy in graphic detail, crossing the room to kneel next to Mari. ‘Hey, Mar.’
Mari doesn’t say anything; Shauna slaps her, hard, and rolls her over, pulls her up into arching her back and palms her cunt as Mari whines in protest.
‘Shauna, stop, I don’t –‘
‘Shut the fuck up, Mari. You were being a slut, and you need to learn your lesson.’
Turning around, Mari looks at Lottie pleadingly, tears beading in her eyes, and sees Lottie watching eagerly with her dark eyes blown wide.
‘Lott, please,’ Mari whimpers, speaking at full volume again. ‘You can’t be okay with this…’
‘Shauna.’ Lottie intones, so quiet both of the others have to strain to hear her. ‘Don’t stop.’
Louder and louder sobs rip out of Mari as Shauna slips out of her pants, a sickening relish in the way she drags her belt from its loops and matches the buckle with the free end in her hand.
The first crack of the belt against Mari’s ass feels like it saps all the sound from the room but Mari’s tearful gasps, leaving her folded in half and crying into Shauna’s bed while Shauna sneers down at her.
‘Stop crying, Mar,’ Shauna taunts. ‘You don’t get to whore around and not get punished for it, slut.’
Shauna squeezes Mari’s cunt with her free hand, rubbing her clit and making her whine and whimper as Shauna trails a finger around the curve of her ass, occasionally giving her another lashing as she breaches two fingers inside Mari. The omega’s cunt and thighs are a mess, her slick leaking onto her legs and Shauna’s hand as the alpha explores her pussy, scissoring her fingers open inside of Mari and working them around inquisitively, looking for which parts make Mari squirm the hardest even as she cries into the sheets.
‘Maybe you aren’t as dumb as I thought,’ Shauna says as she drags her fingers out of Mari. ‘At least you aren’t making this hard for me. You’re fucking soaked, Mari – it’s like your body knows how much you want this, you little slut.’
The shudder that overtakes Mari as Shauna guides her cock between her legs is too aroused for Mari’s comfort – what little of it is left. She whimpers out a ‘no…’ as Shauna pushes into her, reaching around and putting her two fingers, sticky with Mari’s slick, in Mari’s mouth and ordering ‘Suck.’
If you travelled back in time a year and told Mari that Shauna Shipman, the kind of weird girl on her soccer team, would turn out to be an alpha and a rapist, her rapist, she wouldn’t have believed it. Mari was perfectly fine with Danny – until he dumped her for his cousin, who looked like Mari if she was white – and his normal, maybe slightly above average dick, and their fumbling maybe-a-little-awkward sex, but now… Mari shivers to think it, would rather throw herself off a building than ever say it out loud, but the feeling, the pure sensation, of Shauna raping her is – it’s enveloping. Shauna’s cock is so long and so thick, so deep in Mari and so filling, so pornographically over-the-top huge, that she never wants to fuck anyone sensibly-sized ever again. If she had to suffer the indignity of one of her rapists being small, she would probably kill herself.
Mari is thinking more than last time, she realises, because Shauna is being a cunt; she isn’t even fucking her full length into Mari, avoiding hitting her cervix in the way she did the first time. It’s so fucking mean of her. No matter that Mari is getting raped again, she’s so physically turned-on it hurts, craving an orgasm or two or five and Shauna just won’t go all-out. There’s no way Mari can hold back the big, fat tears spilling down her cheeks as Shauna resolutely refuses to fuck her all the way, occasionally taking the belt to Mari’s ass again with sharp cracking sounds that always end up accompanied by a gasping sob; Mari dreads to think what trying to sit down is going to be like, dreads the humiliation of what’s gonna happen next time she climbs back down that ladder, her ass beaten red and raw and Shauna and Lottie’s loads drooling into her panties and all her friends knowing she got her brains fucked out by the two biggest freaks on the team. None of Mari’s imagined responses from the team are exactly sympathetic; she’s probably gonna get told Well, you chose to go up there with Lottie or asked Wait, so, are you, like, a dyke now? and she isn’t even going to have an answer for that fucking question, because she doesn’t mind that her rapists are both girls and sure, sometimes she lets her eyes linger on her teammates and she’s been doing that since before they crashed, but they’re all cute! It’s not Mari’s fault that Jackie is so prettily slender and firm, or that Van’s shoulders look so broad and comforting or – well, or that Shauna is so soft and warm and has, frankly, such nice tits.
It’s – Mari is kind of a consummate tit girl, in retrospect, now that she might be gay or whatever – no, she isn’t gay, that’s insane, she’s just getting raped by a girl – and looking back she kind of has always just appreciated tits, like, aesthetically, but now it feels like Shauna’s tits were [are?] their own case. Right now, Mari can feel them pressed into her back as Shauna somehow still resists the urge to bottom out in her, and despite it all Shauna’s tits still feel as soft and full as they would look in the locker room, if Mari were to catch a glimpse or look over in the shower or be briefly interacting with Shauna over something. She wishes, somehow, that they could have found a way for her to fuck Shauna without this happening and she could’ve just appreciated Shauna’s tits without using them as a distraction from the fact that Shauna is raping her again.
Mari’s first orgasm is abrupt, almost out of nowhere in the way it pulls her out of the rabbit hole her brain had been crawling down. Her body gives little warning before her pussy is clenching down on Shauna’s cock, clamping her in a fucking vice, and she’s drooling slick around the shaft where it’s inside her.
‘God, it’s so sexy that you can cum from this, Mar. Your body just knows how much you need an alpha, a real alpha, not some beta like Mears – Lott, you know she told me I was bigger than Danny? To – well, shit, not to my face, actually, I had her bent over like this, but…’
‘Stop!’ Mari wails. ‘Shauna, please, I’m sorry, I –‘
‘Shut the fuck up, Mar,’ Shauna growls and pulls the omega onto her hands and knees, then reaches around Mari’s neck and loops her belt around it, suddenly cutting her air supply down and making her yelp in surprise. ‘Fuck, I should gag you or something – muzzling always works for stupid bitches who can’t learn their fucking lessons.’
The harsh spank Shauna delivers to Mari’s ass, her belt held firm and choking Mari in her free hand, makes her whimper desperately. Mari is flooded with shame and arousal and misery, her face flushed red as she keeps crying; a tiny part of her is surprised Shauna isn’t hitting her for crying. Maybe, if she’s lucky, Shauna gets off on the sound of Mari sobbing.
‘You feel that, Mar?’ Shauna asks, and Mari realises what it is right away. She can feel the way it’s pushing against her cunt. ‘I’m gonna pop my knot.’
‘No,’ Mari sobs. ‘No, no, no, not like this, this can’t be how I – Shauna, please, please don’t knot me, don’t, I can’t take it, I’ve never been knotted before, please! Fuck, please, don’t!’
‘What did you say?’
Lottie unfolds from her sitting position and crawls towards Shauna, kneeling behind her.
‘Shauna… Mari said she’s never been knotted before. I think It wants this for her…’
‘Lott… no, not you too, no, I’m sorry, stop, stop, please…’
‘Mari, Jesus fucking Christ, did you not hear me?’ Shauna takes a handful of Mari’s hair, wrapping it tightly around her hand. ‘Shut the fuck up, cunt.’
Mari doesn’t even have time to process what’s happening until she feels the pain; Shauna, with a tight, painful hold on her hair, bounces Mari’s head off the floorboards with a loud, stabbingly painful impact that leaves Mari woozy and bleeding and sobbing, gasping in disoriented pain as she tries to collect herself, not doing a particularly good job.
With no break, Shauna starts fucking Mari full-force and she screams, the sound ripping free and burning out in her throat as Shauna fucking impales her, the full force of her thick cock like a punch in the stomach. She’s pounding Mari, just battering her cervix, making her legs shake and drool string from her mouth as she sobs open-mouthed, gasping for air with the belt still around her neck and her nose bleeding and Shauna’s hips beating against her ass. The way Shauna is fucking Mari is creating a vacuum inside of her, a hollow space that’s slowly filling with a feeling she knows isn’t her next orgasm, even though she has a second one building, but something vile, undignified, graceless, fucking filthy; the kind of thing Van would talk about how you would only see in a European porno. Mari knows, even in her raped-dumb brain-fog, that she’s absolutely, one hundred percent going to piss herself whether Shauna stops fucking her or not. All roads, for the next few minutes, lead to Mari gushing piss onto Shauna’s cock, Shauna’s half-swollen knot, not yet ballooned outward enough to need fully forcing into Mari’s cunt before it pops and she fills Mari’s womb as far as it can go.
Mari can’t breathe. She feels so brain-fuckingly good with an alpha cock bottoming her out and battering her cervix and putting pressure on her bladder that she can’t catch her breath, gasping and moaning like a really, really pathetic porn-star and then Shauna is using Mari’s cunt to slick herself up and pushing her wet thumb into Mari’s asshole and it’s over. This is it. Mari is moaning like a fucking whore as Shauna fingers her asshole; her fucking rapist is giving her anal for the first time and she’s cumming on her rapist’s cock, pumping so much slick it’s like a waterfall and then Mari is pissing, Shauna is pulling her cock out of Mari and Mari is pissing on the floor of the attic, her cunt gushing hot and flushed and swollen as Shauna laughs, sounding perversely impressed.
‘Lott, holy shit, look at that… she’s fucking twitching, it’s pathetic, look at her… you can see her fucking clenching…’
‘… maybe she is as much of a slut as people say,’ Lottie muses, and Mari starts crying even harder, trying to bury her face in the sheets with her back arched downwards and a puddle of piss and slick on the floor underneath her and then, because Mari isn’t allowed to stew in her shame, the humiliation just has to continue, Shauna is fucking her again and her knot is swelling fuller and firmer and taking more force to slam into Mari and Jesus fuck, Shauna is going still inside Mari and her cunt is burning, stretched out so far it burns, it hurts so fucking bad and so fucking good and it’s distracting her from her head and she thinks she’s cumming again but she can’t be sure because the feeling of Shauna’s obscenely huge knot is so overwhelming. Shauna’s little growl as she cums the first time cuts through the sound of the ocean blasting through Mari’s ears and she’s definitely cumming again when Shauna does, her cunt squeezing so hard on the knot sealing her shut that it’s agonising, the way Mari and Shauna are working in tandem to flood Mari’s cunt with a load so big it feels impossible. Mari can’t even string a real sentence together, just keening ‘knot me, knot me, knot me’ over and over as Shauna seats herself perfectly in Mari’s cunt.
The feeling of being knotted is alien to Mari; the feeling of a knot popping inside her is so much more. She feels it firm up and swell just slightly more, and the force of Shauna’s second load, the one that she’s always heard described as ‘insurance’, is so strangely hard that Mari starts giggling like she’s cum-drunk. Mari feels so full, an aching, beautiful heat in her womb as Shauna settles inside her, rolling them onto their sides and waiting for her knot to deflate; after everything, Mari’s all sleepy and worn-out, and ultimately she falls into a pretty deep sleep with Shauna still stretching her out, keeping her full.
-
Mari is surrounded by hot body on all sides. Lottie is cradling her from behind, her cock grinding on Mari’s ass, while Shauna is held flush against her cunt; both alphas are fully clothed, but Mari is naked and would be shivering if she wasn’t cradled in alpha warmth; she can imagine herself shuddering, cunt drooling onto her thighs and cooling, as she stood naked in front of the rest of the team.
She loses herself for a second, and when she’s back, Mari feels Shauna’s cock teasing against her cunt as Lottie slips away and lets Shauna lay Mari down, climbing on top of her and fucking into her and the team aren’t even properly watching, they’re just going about their days with Shauna raping Mari in front of them, her fat knot starting to swell against Mari already. Mari almost laughs a moment later, seeing Lottie looking over Shauna’s shoulder, down at Shauna’s cock moving in Mari’s lower belly, the skin bulging out around the alpha as she stretches Mari like it’s nothing.
‘Breed her,’ Lottie says, hushed and reverent. ‘The Wilderness wants it, accepts it… Shauna, we can make It happy if Mari is pregnant… knot her, Shauna…’
‘You want it, Mar? You wanna get bred and filled with my pups?’
Shauna growls as Mari tightens around her, the omega whining as Shauna’s knot breaches into her and locks the alpha in Mari’s cunt like she’s a cockwarmer, a sex doll. Shauna’s hands are on Mari, caressing her face and her shoulders and groping her tits and pressing down on the thick bulge in her belly as she presses tender kisses down Mari’s neck, her cock twitching deep in Mari’s cunt.
Mari cums the exact moment Shauna does, moaning tremulously as Shauna’s first orgasm fills her to the brim; Shauna’s knot pops not long afterwards and it’s like pouring water into a full glass of water. Mari’s womb is too full, too hot, like it’s being stretched by the amount of cum Shauna just filled her with, and in a hazy moment of uncertainty Lottie is inside Mari a second later and she’s keening at the loss of Shauna’s knot and its immediate replacement. There’s a puddle underneath them already from the brief moment Mari was empty, her slick and Shauna’s cum going ignored on the floorboards; the three girls are going ignored at large, still. Mari can just barely hear Tai and Van idly talking as the front door swings shut and a round of protests at the temperature rise through the air.
‘This is good, Mar,’ Lottie says softly. ‘I can feel It – It is happy with us.
-
‘Hey, guys? Lottie, Shauna? Mari?’
Shauna eases Mari off her deflated knot as Van’s voice rings up through the trapdoor, fumbling for her pants as Van pokes her head into the attic.
‘Oh, good, you’re – Jesus, what’s that on the floor?’
‘Don’t worry about it,’ Shauna says rapidly, dodging the puddle of slick and piss to talk to Van. ‘What’s going on?’
‘The others were wondering if you guys had woken up yet. They wanted to talk to you.’
‘Okay, I’ll be a second.’
‘All of you,’ Van says pointedly. ‘A.S.A.P. Get down there and get dressed properly.’
‘Mar, wake up,’ Shauna says, hushed, as she shakes Mari gently, watching the omega come to slowly with a cute little whine. ‘They wanna talk to us downstairs. Get dressed.’
Shauna is first down, with Lottie following a second behind and Mari a little later, legs shaking slightly as she takes the ladder.
‘…see?’ Nat hisses to Tai. ‘They’re – whatever’s going on up there, it can’t be good for her!’
‘Mari, can you step forward?’ Tai asks, and Shauna and Lottie reluctantly fall away to either side to let Mari step forward on legs that everyone can see are a little unsteady.
‘We’ve been a little worried, Mari,’ Nat pipes up, ‘about what’s happening to you in the attic. Ever since we, uh, we could hear you guys, and you haven’t come down for food, and – oh my God, is that –‘
Nat gets up and inspects the top of Mari’s head, softly poking at it and making her wince.
‘There’s a bruise on her fucking scalp! Jesus – Mari, okay. No judgement – do you want to tell us what’s going on up there?’
‘Go on, Mar,’ Shauna says calmly. ‘Tell them.’
‘L-Lottie and Shauna have been, uh,’ Mari says, voice starting to waver as she forces the words out, ‘taking turns with me. Shauna… Shauna knotted me last night.’
The wave of mutters that runs through the cabin is almost cinematic in its perfection, everyone seeking another opinion or to give their own.
‘And did you want that, Mari?’ Nat asks, giving Shauna a venomous look over Mari’s shoulder; Shauna just shrugs lightly in response.
‘I –‘
‘She did. She was begging for it,’ Shauna sneers. ‘Mari pissed herself on my knot, Nat. Every time I’ve fucked her, she’s been asking for it.’
‘Shauna, Jesus, what’s your problem? Mari, did you want it?’
The room falls silent for a moment as Mari thinks to herself, tears beading in her eyes.
‘Mari. Come on, Mar. The – the way you’re talking about it, it sounds like Shauna raped you?’
‘It started because of me,’ Lottie says, speaking for the first time since the night before. ‘I – I offered Mari to Shauna after – after everything, but I didn’t know what happened that day until later.’
‘Lott, no offense, but Mari did just say you were fucking – no, you were raping her too, I don’t think you didn’t have any idea,’ Tai says. ‘Mari, what happened the first time?’
‘Once Lottie offered me up, I – I ran into the woods and Shauna… Shauna caught me and pinned me to the ground and started humping me, and she was talking about how because I’m an omega and she’s an alpha and my body wanted it, and I –‘
Mari cuts herself off with a sob, shrinking back as her body floods with shame and a familiar, hot, sick ache builds in her belly. ‘Shauna raped me, and I wanted it,’ she sobs, turned on just by the thought.
‘See?’ Shauna says, throwing her hands in the air as if to say of course she wanted it, she’s a total fucking slut, you guys are all stupid.
‘Shauna didn’t put you up to saying that, did she?’ Nat asks insistently. ‘She isn’t threatening you, or something?’
Mari shakes her head mutely, unable to make eye contact with anyone as she feels her cunt starting to drool into her panties.
‘’Cuz… when we could hear you, you were saying no a lot,’ Van pipes up, ‘and that’s… that’s bad, you know?’
‘I know,’ Mari murmurs, trying to squeeze her thighs together without it being noticeable, ‘Of course I know. I was saying that ‘cuz… ‘cuz I liked saying it. I liked thinking of Shauna as my rapist. And the bruise is ‘cuz I let her hit me, ‘cuz I liked that too. I wanted her to try and tame me.’
‘Oh my God,’ Tai cuts in with a look equal parts made of exasperation and derision. ‘Is this fetish shit? I need you guys to cut it the fuck out and take this seriously if this is fetish shit.’
‘It isn’t,’ Shauna says. ‘Mar’s just a slut for me. She’s an omega, she can’t help it – if she’s slicking up, she’s slicking up, even if it’s ‘cuz she’s getting raped, it’s her biology! You weren’t there – I could smell her. Mari needed an alpha.’
Tai rests her face in her hand for a second. ‘Shauna, oh my God. How do we get you to stop adding details?’
‘Can we just stop?’ Mari blurts out. ‘I’m fine. I’m totally fine up there. I never wanna talk about this again.’ She’s blushing, drying her face, stepping backwards towards Shauna.
‘I can be nice,’ Shauna says with a grin that seems almost scarily sincere. ‘So can Lott; she’s always gentle.’
‘Nope. No more talking about it,’ Tai insists. ‘Fucking – God, you can just go, you three. I can smell Mari from here.’
-
In the attic, Shauna pins Mari to the wall from behind before anyone has any chance to talk about what just happened, grabbing two handfuls of Mari’s still-sore ass and squeezing appreciatively before replacing her hands with her dick and pushing a free hand into Mari’s panties.
‘Fuck, you’re soaked,’ she coos mockingly. ‘Did me calling you a slut in front of everyone turn you on that much? Or was it all the talk about me and Lottie raping you?’
Mari whimpers and wriggles, grinding her ass against Shauna’s bulge and making the alpha growl approvingly.
‘Or d’you just like the humiliation? Does it turn you on for everyone to know you’re my omega? That I’m the only alpha here who gets to fill you with my cum until you’re full of my pups?’
Shauna laughs as Mari gushes slick onto her hand and into her panties, feeling the omega shiver with the feeling of Shauna groping her cunt and worming fingers between her slick, puffy lips; Mari feels like a total slut, living up to all the rumours, but she can’t help thinking that two fingers is nowhere near enough for her.
‘Shauna, if you’re gonna rape me again, just do it,’ Mari whines, pushing her ass back and arching into the wall, sighing at Shauna’s hands at her waist, pulling her pants down and groping her ass again, making her whine and wince. ‘God, you’re like a boy.’
That gets Mari spanked, hard. ‘I’m nothing like a boy, Mar. A boy couldn’t fuck you like this.’
Suddenly, with no warning, Mari feels Shauna’s cockhead against her asshole and lets out a loud, choked yelp.
‘Jesus, Shauna, not there!’
‘Don’t worry, Mar,’ Shauna reassures, still teasing into Mari’s ass. ‘I’m not actually going to. I just want you making noise. I want them to hear us downstairs.’
Despite herself, Mari shudders at the idea of Shauna fucking her up the ass, losing her full-on anal virginity to her alpha rapist; it sounds like a porno, like Shauna is gonna get described as ‘hung’ and Mari as ‘barely legal’ or whatever. The sound that comes with Shauna thrusting into Mari is equally pornographic, loud and wet and unceasing.
‘Holy fuck, Mar… your cunt is so sloppy for me, so fucking drooly and slutty… you need this, don’t you? Could fool someone that you were in heat, probably,’ Shauna growls, smacking Mari’s ass again, reaching under her and lubing up her fingers to slip them in Mari’s ass again, making the omega’s head spin at the thought of double penetration; maybe Lottie would go in her ass, since she isn’t as thick as Shauna, but knotting might still be a problem – can an omega take two knots at once?
Mari’s head voids of thought as Shauna starts pounding in and out of her with two fingers in her asshole, making her head spin; she made a gross understatement earlier. She doesn’t like getting raped by Shauna Shipman, she loves it. Mari Ibarra loves having her brains fucked out while Shauna calls her vile, degrading names and manhandles her like she’s an inflatable sex doll that can get roughed up all Shauna wants until she breaks; and, more and more, breaking point feels closer. It might be Shauna knotting her again, or it might be Shauna inviting Lottie to rape Mari’s throat while Shauna rapes her normally, or the same but Lottie is fucking Mari up the ass and reshaping her guts while Shauna knots her. Mari can feel Shauna’s knot again every time she fucks all the way in and she starts inadvertently whining, rolling her hips backwards in an attempt to feel it swell for her, to feel the way Shauna is so turned-on by being Mari’s rapist that it’s getting her knot-ready for the second day in a row.
When Mari cums, it’s with a loud, tremulous wail that’s definitely coming through downstairs, probably joined by the sound of Shauna smacking her ass again, then again, then again. Mari feels raw and oversensitive, like an open wound or an exposed nerve, and it only gets worse as Shauna pulls them away from the wall and lays Mari down in her bedsheets, methodically stripping away her clothes until Mari is lying nude and defenceless, her nipples hardened into two little pebbled peaks that Shauna’s mouth is on in seconds, licking and sucking, grazing with her teeth as she sucks Mari’s tits, using one hand to grope whichever one she isn’t lavishing with her tongue and deploying her spare hand between Mari’s legs, rubbing her swollen clit and making Mari writhe in place, bucking her hips against Shauna’s hand and keening into the cold air, at least until Lottie kneels next to her and pulls her into an achingly tender kiss, softly squeezing her neck as Shauna keeps mauling her tits.
‘Fuck, you’re gonna look good with my pups in your belly, Mar,’ Shauna growls, looking up at Mari as Lottie keeps kissing her. ‘These pretty little tits all fat and swollen…’
Shauna pulls fully away and taps Lottie on the shoulder.
‘Your turn,’ Shauna orders. ‘Fuck our omega for me, Lott. On her hands and knees.’
As Lottie pulls Mari into position, Shauna kneels in front of her and cradles Mari’s head in both hands, pressing her cockhead to her omega’s lips as Lottie thrusts into her from behind; Shauna starts fucking Mari’s mouth as the omega starts drooling onto her, forcing her cock as far into Mari’s throat as she can take it. The sound is obscene, Mari slobbering and moaning around Shauna’s dick as Lottie fills her from behind, Shauna’s balls slapping Mari’s chin as she makes Mari gag on her cock, her mouth stretched around Shauna’s girth and Shauna’s semi-swollen knot. It’s a facefucking, not a blowjob, Shauna thinks as she holds Mari’s face still and thrusts into the back of her throat, making Mari gag loudly in-between moaning into Shauna’s cock.
‘Good girl,’ Shauna growls. ‘Good omega, letting us use you like this… Lott, don’t be afraid to rough her up a little more, y’know? Spank her all you want.’
Shauna cums down Mari’s throat like it’s nothing, a hand wound in her omega’s hair as she pumps ropes into Mari, growling low in her throat as she pulls out with reluctance, letting Mari take deep, gasping breaths as drool strings from her mouth and her chin.
‘Fuck, Shauna,’ Mari gasps, her throat a little sore, ‘you –‘
‘Shut up, Mar,’ Shauna spits and slaps Mari, hard, drawing a wincing moan out of her. ‘Good omegas don’t talk back, they get fucked.’
In lieu of fucking Mari’s throat again, Shauna shoves two fingers in her mouth and gives Lottie the reins to fuck Mari from behind so hard Shauna can hear the sound of their bodies colliding. Lottie uses Mari with an aggression neither Shauna or Mari has seen out of her before, pounding into her so aggressively that she’s moving forwards and Shauna’s fingers are forced deeper into her mouth, her hand against Mari’s lips as the omega whines like a whore.
‘Mari’s about to cum, Shauna,’ Lottie points out casually, her tone too soft to match any of this. ‘You should take her mouth again.’
Shauna doesn’t even respond, just starts throatfucking Mari again, her knot swollen further but just little enough to still be able to fuck Mari’s mouth.
Mari cums with a muffled scream, her cunt flexing and gushing on Lottie’s cock as Shauna pulls out of her mouth so Mari can watch Shauna’s knot balloon to full size, the alpha groaning as she jerks off with both hands, feeling Mari’s breath on her cockhead as her body starts to seize and burn.
When Shauna cums, she breaks composure for the first time, spilling a high, whimpering moan as she blows her load over Mari’s face in time with Lottie pumping into Mari’s womb; Shauna is almost jealous that Lottie gets to feel like she’s getting Shauna’s omega pregnant this time, but the way Mari looks when she’s painted with Shauna’s first and second loads makes up for it.
‘Such a good slut,’ Shauna coos to Mari. ‘Little omega bitch covered in my cum… perfect. Not so mouthy at all, now, are you, not when I’m fucking your face?’
-
The morning brings something wrong. Shauna stirs, too early, feeling like her whole body is being crushed and stretched and heated and Jesus fucking Christ she’s so hard. She hasn’t been this hard since – maybe ever? Since presenting at fifteen, Shauna’s been on suppressants pretty regularly and the hunger of winter seemed to have quieted her mating cycle, but this can’t be anything else. Shauna is rutting.
Mari doesn’t even wake up as Shauna pulls her hips up and drags her panties down, fumbling her cock into Mari without a second thought even though she isn’t wet and stopping to start rubbing Mari’s clit, feeling it swell a little under her fingers as Mari’s cunt starts drooling for her. Shauna’s omega is wincingly tight on her cock even as she fucks Mari open in quick, brutal thrusts, hands gripping Mari’s hips so tight they’re gonna bruise as she bounces her hips off Mari’s tight, bouncy ass.
‘… Shauna?’
Murmuring into the bedsheets, Mari stirs under Shauna, trying [and mostly failing] to catch her bearings in-between thrusts.
‘Mar, I’m in rut… stay still for me, good girl, just let it happen…’
‘Fuck, Shauna, is your knot swelling already? I can feel you, Jesus, you’re too big, fuck – ‘
Shauna lets go of Mari’s hip with one hand and puts her thumb in Mari’s mouth, growling ‘Stay quiet, bitch, and suck’ and using her other hand to help force her swelling knot into Mari easier.
Mari whines, gasping for breath, as Shauna batters into her cervix, her knot holding Mari’s cunt open as it swells further and further, getting bigger with Shauna’s rut.
‘Gonna breed you, Mar, baby, gonna fill my omega slut up with my cum, fuck you deep and make you my fat, swollen breeding bitch, knot you any time I want and you’ll just take me, won’t you, Mar?’
Somewhere behind them, Lottie stirs and ambles over to Mari and Shauna, kneeling next to them and looking on approvingly.
‘Lott, hold her down for me,’ Shauna growls. ‘I don’t want her to get away from a drop of this.’
Drooling onto the floor, Mari’s head spins like she’s about to pass out as Shauna’s knot swells to full size just outside of her and Shauna forces it in, making Mari wail in pain and delight. Mari is fully pinned down by Lottie’s arms and Shauna’s soft yet strong body weight as Shauna splits her cunt in half, Mari’s walls clenching with an orgasm that gets lost in the pleasure she’s experiencing from what feels like everywhere in her body, and then Shauna cums.
Mari has never felt so full. Not even the other times Shauna’s knotted her. She’s babbling incoherently into the sheets and making a mess of her face and the floor beneath them as her slick and Shauna’s cum leak out of the tiniest gaps left around Shauna’s knot, even as Shauna’s second load feels like it spurts straight into her womb and Mari makes noises that barely even sound human.
‘Fuck, you took that so well, Mar… get used to it, slut,’ Shauna rumbles, indicating Lottie should ease up on Mari for the moment. ‘Y’know when an alpha’s in heat, her knot actually inflates and deflates faster? You’re fucked, Mar.’
-
Shauna loses track, somewhere in the middle of things, of how many times she’s creampied Mari already. She fucks the omega like she has a grudge against her cervix and wants her cock seated directly in Mari’s womb, pounding her into a boneless mess for everyone still in the cabin to hear whether they like it or not and milking slick out of Mari’s cunt as her thighs shake and quiver.
‘Wait… Lott, you smell that?’
Lottie goes still for a moment, then her dark eyes go wide in awe.
‘Pre-heat,’ Lottie says, hushed and reverent. ‘It wants you to breed Mari… you have to keep going, Shauna…’
Forthright and a little aggressive, Shauna flips Mari onto her back and pushes her legs up, putting Mari’s drooling, twitching cunt on display.
‘Lott, she’s doing it again… look, she’s begging for me.’
Shauna palms Mari’s pussy and makes her wriggle, oversensitive and overstimulated as she rubs at Mari’s lips and her clit, stickying her hand with the mixture of cum and slick that she starts fingering back into Mari with undisguised, perverse glee before pushing her cock back into Mari and hitting her cervix the fastest she ever has, fucking Mari like she’s trying to break through the floor and stretch Mari out beyond repair. The size of the bulge in Mari’s belly is obscene, matching the sloppy squelching of each of Shauna’s thrusts as she edges closer to knotting Mari again, taking a few more pumps to seat herself comfortably in Mari and somehow fill her with another load; it’s probably some kind of medical miracle Shauna isn’t shooting the driest possible blanks after this long.
Everything is still for a moment as Shauna rests inside Mari, then she feels something hot inside her that is absolutely not cum, and then she’s hearing Shauna’s sigh of relief and realising, even in her brain fog, that Shauna is pissing inside her and fuck that’s gross but Mari’s so into it, she realises in a hideous flash, and she’s so much more lucid for a second to think Oh my God is there something fucking wrong with me am I a fucking total freak? but in a second she feels too good again to keep worrying and then –
‘Guys! Get the fuck up!’
Shauna forces herself out of Mari at speed, an audible pop coming with her knot slipping out, and looks around at a panicked Van poking her head through the attic trapdoor.
‘There’s a fire!’ Van yells, averting her eyes from Shauna’s lolling cock. ‘Get dressed and get the fuck out and take what you can carry!’
Pulling Mari up with her, Shauna is on her feet in a moment, dragging her pants up and yelling at Mari to pull hers back on and grab the bedding as Shauna ushers Lottie over to the trapdoor and sends her down into the fray of the girls, all whipped up into a panicked frenzy as they try to balance getting out with keeping the important stuff. Still upstairs, Shauna leads Mari down in turn and then scrambles frantically as the heat really starts to build and she tries to find her journals.
-
In the end, a sooty, wild-eyed Shauna is last out of the cabin, almost falling over herself as she pelts out of the front door into the mass of the rest of the team, watching on as the cabin blazes so hot they can all feel it from a distance; it’s freezing outside, but the heat is still making Shauna a little sweaty as she stands by Lottie and Mari.
‘You okay, Mar?’
‘I – yeah, I think so. I mean – we’re all, like, fucked, but…’
‘Good.’
Nat claps her hands sharply, jolting everyone back into the present.
‘Okay, everyone. Where the fuck are we going to sleep?’
Murmurs course through the massed team, several to the effect of ‘The plane?’
‘It’s – shit, it probably is the only option,’ Nat sighs, visibly worried about it. ‘We’d better go, like, now.’
-
The plane is crammed with bodies, the whole team trying to pack themselves in; Mari is warmer than she thought, sandwiched between Lottie and Shauna. It’s comfier than she expected, being cradled between her alpha rapists; maybe she actually doesn’t mind them that much – okay, that’s a lie, Mari likes this. She doesn’t know how it’s come to this, but she genuinely likes Shauna and Lottie treating her like this, like her fucked-up boyfriends or something. It’s better than nothing, and it’s not like she’s gay or something.
-
The first thing Mari sees in her dream is herself, from outside, kneeling to talk to a brooding Shauna, who looks not wholly unhappy to be interrupted in her journaling while she sits in the woods as she sees Mari is the one interrupting. Dream-Mari says something inaudible and Shauna actually smiles slightly, which feels… weird. Unexpected, given the way she treats Mari most days. They sit next to each other in companionable silence, and the scene dissolves.
A dinner at dusk, the team seated around a handmade table, and Shauna letting a thick gob of spit fall into a bowl of soup she’s hand-delivering to Mari, and Mari is visibly pregnant and looking up at Shauna with faux-outrage in her face.
‘Shauna spit in my food,’ Dream-Mari says, pushing the bowl away from her place at the table.
‘I didn’t!’ Shauna protests, looking down at Nat. ‘I wouldn’t, would I?’
‘Can we leave this?’ Nat sighs. ‘Mari, just eat it.’
‘There’s nothing in it,’ Shauna adds, and Mari looks up at her with barely-disguised desire as she takes her first spoonful.
‘It’s good,’ Mari says. ‘But, Shauna, can we talk in private for a second?’
Mari rises, Shauna following, and as they trail further from the light, the scene dissolves again.
Mari is running, terrified, through the woods. Where her winter clothes have gone, she’s completely forgotten, shivering in her nightdress that makes her look like a Victorian lady, bare feet crunching so quickly through the snow she barely has time to register how fucking cold it is. But it’s unbelievably fucking cold, until a bolt of hot fear shoots through her as she hears a cry closer than she was expecting.
‘Mar!’
It’s Shauna, following her. Somehow, Mari’s ended up as a distraction for a plan she knew nothing about, a failed plan for some of the JVs to depose or kill Shauna that they roped Mari into being the bait for without even telling her, which, what the fuck? Mari doesn’t know if Shauna knows that Mari got into this unknowingly, which is terrifying, because Mari can’t even imagine what’s gonna happen to her after this; Shauna’s been so vindictive lately, willing to take things out on the rest of the team even if it’s something that doesn’t matter, a personal slight or a protest against one of her kind of psycho decisions, and that’s manifested for Mari by way of Shauna fucking her until she can’t walk more nights than she doesn’t, frequently with Lottie’s help, even though Mari is, like, nearly nine months pregnant.
‘Mar, stop!’
Despite herself, Mari stops dead as Shauna emerges from the trees.
‘Mari, fuck, there you are… did you think I was seriously gonna hurt you?’
‘You – you might’ve! You nearly shot Melissa!’
‘Yeah, but – Mar, it’s you. I wouldn’t hurt you – careful, there’s a pit near here. C’mon.’
Reluctant, Mari follows Shauna back into the woods.
‘Mar, you’re my omega. I couldn’t seriously hurt you, even if I wanted.’
It sounds sincere, Mari thinks. Maybe Shauna really, actually likes her; come to think of it, maybe she has the whole time. That’s gotta be why Mari didn’t get her throat cut in the woods last winter, or something. It’s kind of a comfort, to know that the most violent alpha Mari’s ever met actually has an eye out for her specifically. She feels actually, sincerely safe, somehow. After everything.