Chapter 69: Daniella Arc: Two
Lacy had her head leaning on the window of the car with the twins in the front seat, Salmona driving the car and Samantha holding onto Aurora.
Trees, trees, trees. That’s all there were on either side of them on the line stretch rode they were driving on to get to the medical institution.
For the past weeks, the twins hadn’t any luck with Lacy. She was sad, depressed, and locked in, a shell as her former self. The final straw was when the cops came to check in on her. It was them that recommended maybe they send her away for a while so she could get some help.
Just like the government school, there was a place Omegas could go to get help for their mental and emotional state. This school was also on the outskirts but instead of being surrounded by flowers and barns, and nothing. It was surrounded by trees.
The car drove to a large institution, with the typical design of a mental hospital. They parked their car in the drop off area, already seeing two nurses standing off to the side to assist.
The two nurses came and opened the door for Lacy and helped her out, placing her in a wheel chair. The other nurse placed a blanket over her lap. An administrator exited from the hospital and appoarched the twins, shaking their hands.
"So glad to see you arrived," he said, a colorful Alpha with grey hair and teal eyes. "Welcome to the Wilbur Institution, where we focus on mental and emotional health of Omegas. Did you want a tour?"
"No, we ought to be heading back," Samantha said. "We just hope she gets the treatment she needs."
"We also have the booklet so we can catch up on when we can visit and stuff like that," Salmona pitched in. She watched them wheel Lacy away, wondering when they would be able to bring her home.
It was just...Omegas needed to learn how to bounce back from being disciplined. Salmona didn’t like beating her, but it was necessary because of how often she just refused to listen.
"Say bye, Aurora," Samantha made her little hand wave to the nurses and Lacy being carted off to her room.
Creak, creak!
The metal bed creaked beneath her. Her legs spread wide while the Alpha on top of her fucked her cunt.
The Alpha was huge, his cock thick and long. He was grunting as he slammed into her tight pussy, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks.
Her cunt was wet and warm, gripping him tightly as he fucked her. She moaned softly, her body trembling beneath him.
He grunted louder, his hips slamming against hers. His cock slid in and out of her pussy, stretching her wide. She arched her back, taking him deeper.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders. She gasped as he hit her cervix. Her cunt pulsed around his thick shaft. He growled low in his throat.
His hips moved faster. The wet slap of flesh filled the room. Sweat dripped from his jaw onto her collarbone. She arched higher, meeting each thrust. Her inner walls clenched tighter. He groaned, breath ragged.
Her nails scraped down his back. Red lines bloomed. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper. The bedframe rattled against the wall. A low, guttural sound escaped her throat. Not words. Just raw sensation.
His rhythm fractured. Sharp, jerking thrusts. A tremor ran through his thighs. His fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise. The grunts became choked gasps. His cock swelled inside her, pulsing against her clenching walls. Heat flooded her core.
Her own breath hitched. She felt the thick spurts deep within her, the primal pulse of his release triggering a secondary wave of her own trembling climax. Her inner muscles milked him, drawing out every last drop as he shuddered, collapsing forward onto his elbows, his weight pressing her deeper into the thin mattress. The air hung thick with musk and salt.
The male Alpha got up and placed blue color boxers on along with his scrub pants. He didn’t say anything to the Omega as he left the room to continue his shift.
Lacy walked with her head held up for a change down the hall. She was following the nurse who was showing her to her new room. Where she would be staying for the next few months.
The place was soulless, the walls were all white and bare, nothing stood out that was colorful except for the administrator she met at the front entrance.
Clink!
The nurse placed the key in the lock and the door swung open. Another group of nurses came and dropped off Lacy’s bags. She looked at her new room, turning around as she did so.
Over to the end, there was a small window. A window with bars. She was forever going from one cage to the next. First, it was the school, then the twins, and now here: a mental institution.
She walked to her bags and began to unpack, placing them in thr drawer, the one drawer in her room.
Tap, tap!
"Can I come in?"
Lacy turned to see an Alpha standing in the door way. She was tall about six feet, a bit chunky with a Budda belly, and fair skin with a slight tan. Her hair was black and collar bone length and her eyes were blue.
"You must be Lacy," she said, writing notes in her notebook.
"What you writing?" The Omega asked.
"Oh," she snapped the little book up and placed it in her back pocket. "I use it to take notes so I can remember patients." She walked toward Lacy, presenting a warm smile but Alphas were conniving. The Omega didn’t trust her.
The Alpha walked to the window and made a sigh then turned back to Lacy, smiling a bit, her face turning pink. She placed her hands in her pockets and frowned.
"Sorry about the view and room. Its not very out there, I know." She pointed to her name tag. "My name is Beatrice. I’ll be your aid and nurse. I’ll let you get settled in and be back later to take you on a tour."
Right before dinner, Daniella was in her isloated room at the mental institution on her knees. Before her wss another male Alpha, his pants wrapped around his shoes, knees bent with his cock in her mouth.
Her eyes were closed as she sucked him off, her hands behind her back. She was gagging on his cock as he thrusted deeper into her throat. She couldn’t breathe and tears streamed down her face.
She felt him pull her hair back as he forced her head down onto his cock. She was choking on it now, her throat bulging with each thrust. Her nose was pressed against his pubic hair as he held her head down. She could feel his balls slapping against her chin.
Her eyes watered as she struggled to breathe. She couldn’t move her hands from behind her back. She was trapped. The smell of sweat and musk filled her nostrils. She could taste salt and skin and something bitter at the back of her throat. Her jaw ached from being stretched open so wide for so long.
He grunted above her. A low, guttural sound deep in his chest. His fingers tightened in her hair. Pulled harder. Forced her deeper. Her throat convulsed. She gagged violently. Tears blurred her vision completely. Spit dripped down her chin onto her hospital gown. She felt lightheaded. Dizzy. The room spun.
His hips jerked. Sharp. Staccato. Then froze. Held her impossibly deep. She felt the hot, thick pulse flood her throat. Again. Again. A choked gargle escaped her. It tasted bitter. Salty. Metallic. She couldn’t swallow fast enough. Some leaked out the corners of her stretched lips. Ran warm down her neck.
The man left as soon as he came and he was replaced by a female Alpha. The female Alpha was quick to pull down her own pants, leaking precum, hard, erect. Her clitoral hood pulled all the way back due to how hard she was, seven inches and thick like a can soda.
Daniella was still on her knees, throat raw, tears drying on her cheeks. The female Alpha didn’t speak—just pushed Daniella’s head forward with a firm hand between her shoulder blades. Daniella’s lips met slick, swollen flesh, the scent musky and sharp. She opened her mouth instinctively, the bitter aftertaste of semen still coating her tongue. The Alpha’s hips rolled forward, grinding against her face, demanding pressure, friction. Daniella’s nose pressed into coarse pubic hair as the Alpha rutted against her mouth with short, sharp thrusts. A low groan vibrated above her. Fingers tangled in Daniella’s hair, pulling her impossibly closer. She tasted salt, skin, the tang of arousal. Her jaw protested, already aching.
The Alpha’s movements grew urgent, frantic. Her thighs trembled against Daniella’s ears. A choked gasp escaped her, then another...sharp, ragged. Her grip on Daniella’s hair tightened like a vise. Daniella felt the hard ridge of the Alpha’s clit pulse against her tongue. Heat flooded her mouth, thick and salty-sweet, flooding her chin. The Alpha held her there, "Greedy"Greedy," "Slut," the Alpha said.
Daniella flinched, but stayed still. Silent. The Alpha’s breath hitched. She grabbed Daniella’s jaw, tilted her head back. Dark eyes bored into hers-no pity, only a cold, appraising hunger. A thumb swiped wetness from Daniella’s chin, then pressed against her lips. Daniella opened her mouth. The thumb pushed in, pressing down on her tongue. Testing. Claiming. The Alpha watched her swallow around it, expression unreadable. Then, without warning, she pulled her hand away, turned, and walked out. The heavy door clicked shut. Daniella stayed on her knees, trembling, tasting metal and salt. The silence pressed in, thick and suffocating. Outside, footsteps echoed down the hall. Closer. Stopping. The door handle turned.