Chapter 76: Escape Arc: Four
Ms. stood on the side of the road near an embankment that led to a pond. Over to the side, there was a public trash can. She took Lacy’s phone from her purse and walked over to the trash can. The battery was taken out and the phone torn apart.
Lacy had to get a new phone and she had to get a new bank account, she even told the Omega, she literally had to start all over and make a living for herself. Using the tools her Alphas gave her would only lead them to her.
Dunk!
The cellphone landed at the bottom of the trash can. She turned around and walked to the car where Lacy was. She was sitting in the front passenger seat, shaking her own head at what she witnessed.
She slammed her back into the seat and sighed. She should have known better. The Omega exchanged looks with the Alpha. She watched Ms. run her fingers through her gray brown hair. The Alpha turned to Lacy.
"Lacy, you gotta remember that this is all for you. We have to start completely over. "
It took about half an hour for them to get back into the city of Ashley. Ms. sat with Lacy at a new bank so the two of them could open an account. Ms. help Lacy with the paper work and her creditionals such as ID information and such, a more difficult task since Lacy had none of that on her.
That was okay because Ms. would also help with the obtaining new copies of that sensitive information, but as she sat there listening to the bank teller and Ms. converse, her pussy began to burn and ache.
Ms.’ pheromones were just so strong that being close to her for a certain amount of time made Lacy and any Omega ache with need and want.
"Alright, so this is going to take a few minutes. Just a moment," the Beta bank teller left the office, closing the door so she could get the bank card and folder for Lacy.
Lacy wore a sundress that day and got onto of Ms. lap. Ms. smirked, getting hard instantly when she felt Lacy come upon her. With the sundress helping them cover up, Ms. pulled her clit out from her yoga pants and pulled Lacy’s panties to the side.
Slurp!
She slid in and slowly bucked her hips up. Lacy swallowed and let out a sigh, this was what she needed. Feeling the Alpha’s clit inside of her gave her such estacy, like a trip on dried mushrooms.
"I’m cumming," the Alpha whispered in her ear, biting her ear lobe. The cum entered into Lacy, something she would have to wear in her panties until she got home.
Daniella was in the changing room with her skirt hiked up. Her hand was covered in her juices as she rubbed her swollen cunt. She looked up at the Alpha before her. It was a store clerk, even in her uniform.
She had on a red shirt with khaki pants, where a bulge could easily be seen. Her skin was dark and her hair was in cornrows.
"Mmm," Daniella moaned. "I bet you’re going to be big."
The Alpha smirked and undid her belt and unzipped her pants. She reached in and pulled out her thick eight inch veiny cut clit.
"Your clitoral hood is missing."
The Alpha laughed. "I was prone to infections as a kid."
The Alpha stepped closer and lined her clit up to Daniella’s slit.
Daniella gasped as the thick head nudged against her entrance, slick with her own wetness. She dug her nails into the bench beneath her, knuckles whitening as she arched her back.
The Alpha didn’t rush. She pressed forward slowly, relentlessly, stretching Daniella inch by throbbing inch. Daniella’s breath hitched, a sharp, ragged sound, as the widest part pushed past her tight ring of muscle.
Her inner walls clenched instinctively around the invading hardness, a pulsing, hot vise grip.
The Alpha paused, letting Daniella adjust, her dark eyes locked on Daniella’s face. Every ragged breath Daniella took seemed to pull the thick clit deeper. The stretch was immense, burning, yet flooded with a desperate, aching pleasure that made her hips jerk involuntarily. A bead of sweat trickled down the Alpha’s temple, her jaw tight with concentration.
Daniella’s vision blurred slightly as she was filled completely, the blunt head pressing deep against her cervix. The bench beneath her creaked under her shifting weight.
Creak!
Her thighs trembled, slick with arousal. The Alpha’s cornrows brushed Daniella’s forehead as she leaned in, her scent: musky, sharp with exertion and filling Daniella’s nostrils.
There was only the heavy silence, the wet sound of their bodies smacking each other, the frantic drumming of Daniella’s own pulse in her ears.
The Alpha began to move. Slow, deliberate thrusts that withdrew almost completely before surging back in, burying herself to the hilt each time.
No grunts, no gasping declarations, just the rhythmic best of their bodies, the creak of the wooden bench beneath Daniella’s shifting weight, and the choked little whimpers Daniella couldn’t entirely swallow down.
Her hands held on where where she gripped the bench edge, her body arching and trembling with each deep penetration. The stretch was still intense, a bright, hot ache radiating through her core, but it was now laced with a thick, molten pleasure that pooled low in her belly.
Every inward stroke dragged deliciously against her sensitized walls.
The Alpha’s rhythm remained punishingly controlled, a relentless piston driving deeper with each thrust. Daniella’s whimpers escalated into sharp, breathless cries, muffled only by the press of her teeth into her lower lip.
Sweat slicked their bodies where skin met skin, Daniella’s thighs clamped tight against the Alpha’s hips, the Alpha’s forearms braced hard against the bench on either side of Daniella’s trembling form. The air thickened, saturated with the scent of sex and exertion, the sharp tang of Daniella’s arousal mingling with the Alpha’s deeper musk.
Daniella felt the thick clit swell impossibly further inside her, a pulsing heat radiating through her core, stretching her beyond thought. Her own climax coiled like a viper, triggered by the sheer, overwhelming fullness and the raw intensity of the Alpha’s silent, driving need.
The Alpha slowly pulled her, her clit limp and going back to its normal state with cum still dripping. She walked out the dressing room, leaving Daniella there. She bumped into her manager who had his arms crossed, a Beta.
"You’re fired!" He said to her then walked away.
Samantha, Salmona, and Theresa and Daniel were once again sitting in the twins living room with the police. They were taking notes and writing more details.
"So she logged in to the bank," the cop asked.
"Yes, I saw it, got the notification on my phone," Samantha exclaimed, holding up the phone and text so the cop could see. He leaned in close and nodded his head.
"Why did they send cops over? Where’s the lead detective?" Theresa asked.
The cop put away his notebook. He looked at his partner who had her hands in her pockets and was just looking about the house.
"Well, this isn’t a top priority case."
Salmona stood up with her hands on her hips. "Omegas are considered property," she said.
The cop nodded his head. "Listen, you know how many Omegas go missing or run away a year? It takes too much of our time and resources to track down them each down especially when they don’t want to be found."
Samantha leaned back in the couch. Daniel placed a hand on her shoulder. She nodded her head, as if accepting this new fate. Over to the corner, she looked at Aurora who was watching television at her little table with a apple juice cup near her.
Samantha got up and left the living room, closing her bedroom door. She crawled onto her bed and covered herself with her blankets, hoping to never get out of bed again.
Lacy and Daniella were both on their knees as Ms. stood before them with an erection. They flicked out their tongues and began to slide it up and down the Alpha’s clit. Their own hands rubbing their cunts trying to relieve themselves of the tension growing in between their thighs.
Ms. slapped the girls with her clit, the precum sticking to their faces.
Lacy flinched, her breath catching as the wet slap echoed in the stillness. Her tongue trembled against Daniella’s, slick with spit and the musk of Ms.’s arousal. She felt Daniella’s pulse thrumming against her own lips. Like they were kissing each other.
Ms.’s clit slid between their pressed cheeks, leaving trails of sticky warmth. Lacy squeezed her thighs tighter, the friction of her own fingers frantic against her clit.
The head of her clit bumped against Daniella’s chin, then Lacy’s temple, smearing precum like a crude brand. Lacy’s eyes stung.
Ms.’s hips jerked forward, a low groan escaping her lips. The first hot pulse hit Daniella’s cheekbone, thick and sudden. The wet cum covered both of their faces as the Alpha slowly released her load.