Chapter 71: Daniella Arc: Four
Daniella was on lying on her back on the cold, hard floor of her room in the mental institution. Her mouth was wide open, tears in her eyes, doing her best to keep from gagging on the cock pounding her throat from the Alpha.
She loved it, she loved being used. Her father, Daniel Theresa, sending her to this hospital was the best thing to happen to her.
Daniella’s throat constricted involuntarily as the Alpha’s hips snapped forward, forcing another inch down her windpipe. Her fingers scrabbled against the sterile floor tiles, leaving faint smears where sweat met polished surface. Tears blurred her vision, not from pain, though her jaw ached, but from the raw, shameful thrill coiling low in her belly. The sharp scent of antiseptic couldn’t mask the musk of him, thick and primal. She focused on the rhythmic grunts above her, the vibration traveling through her skull.
A rough hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back further. She gagged, saliva dripping onto her chin, but forced her throat open. Silence hung heavy...no orders, no praise, just the wet slap of flesh and her own choked breaths echoing off brick walls. His thumb brushed her cheekbone almost tenderly, a cruel contrast to the brutal pace. She squeezed her eyes shut, surrendering to the violation, welcoming the ache blooming in her chest. This was worship. This was purpose.
Her lungs burned. Black spots danced behind her eyelids. She felt him swell, pulse against her palate, and braced for the flood. Instead, he pulled out abruptly. Cold air hit her abused throat as she gasped. Before she could blink, he flipped her onto her stomach. The tiles bit into her cheek. Her thin hospital uniform ripped. Fingers dug into her hips, lifting her roughly. She arched instinctively, pressing back against him, offering herself. A low growl vibrated in the stillness. Then he slammed into her, filling her emptiness with searing heat.
Her cry was muffled against the floor. Pain and pleasure blurred. Each thrust drove her forward, skin scraping on tile. She tasted copper—her lip split. His grip tightened, bruising her flesh. Her fingers curled into claws. She pushed back harder, meeting his rhythm, urging him deeper. The only sounds were flesh striking flesh, her ragged breaths, his harsh grunts. Sweat dripped onto her spine. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, teeth grazing her shoulder. She whimpered, a desperate plea without words. He answered with a punishing pace.
Lacy saw Daniella out in the garden talking to a female Alpha. When the female Alpha nurse had walked away, Lacy went up to the dark haired Omega. There was so much she needed to ask the woman. How did things go in the hospital? The pregnancy scare that Lacy and Kareen both had?
"Hi," Lacy said, introducing herself. "Do you...do you remember me?"
Daniella looked Lacy up and down for a moment. Her mind went back through as many memories she could go through and then it came to her. It was in a flash, but she saw Lacy in her thoughts with a brown skinned Alpha. They had come in to help when things got too out of hand for Daniella.
It was the day that Daniella was in heat and she was visiting her father. She was at the public county and went into the female restroom in hopes of getting fucked.
"Yeah...I do...you were with an Alpha who I fucked that same day."
Lacy sighed and was about to roll her eyes but decided to put a stop to that. She nodded her head. "Yeah, Kareen." She leaned against the tree and adjusted her collar. The leaves were starting to turn bright green, an indication summer was just around the corner.
She looked at Daniella, her pheromones gave off a soothing scent that made Lacy feel at ease. In fact, it also made her kind of horny. She felt herself getting moist and looked at Daniella who seemed to forever be flushing.
Lacy shook her head and did her best to control her thoughts. "So...you remember then? I see you’re not pregnant. I was worried that may have happened."
Daniella was the one to shake her head now. "Let me show you something." She took Lacy by the arm and led her to the back of the court yard. There was a silver, rusty shed that Daniella led her to. The two women went behind the shed and Daniella pulled down her pants and panties. She began to rub herself.
Lacy was too shocked to speak, but swallowed and felt her own self getting wet.
"Watch...watch how fast an Alpha will be here."
Lacy waited and soon came a female Alpha from around the shed, a nurse. She looked at the pussy juices flowing from Daniella. Lacy understood now...Daniella was addicted to sex, a dangerous combination for an Omega.
Later that evening, Lacy was in her room, her pants and panties thrown onto the floor. The smell of musk and sex filled the air. It was night, with artifical light coming in through her window.
She rubbed her pussy, the smell of her own juices intoxicated her, she placed one finger in, and then two, then three.
She fingered herself faster, her hips bucking against her own hand, her wetness coating her fingers. Her breath hitched as she imagined rough hands pinning her down, a phantom touch that made her clit throb. She arched off the bed, a silent gasp escaping her lips as pleasure coiled tight in her belly.
Her eyes squeezed shut, focusing only on the slick slide of her fingers inside her, the desperate clench of her muscles. The artificial light from the window cast stark shadows across her flushed skin, highlighting the sweat beading at her temples. She pressed the heel of her other hand hard against her clit, grinding in tight circles, chasing the peak with frantic urgency.
Beatrice entered into the room, didn’t even knock. She just smelt Lacy and knew she had to come be with her. Hopefully the Omega would allow her to be with her for the night.
Lacy looked as Beatrice entered with her clit hard and ready. The Alpha closed the door behind her and Lacy spread her legs, wanting the Alpha to fuck her. Even if Beatrice wasn’t normally what she would go for in an Alpha. She was just so horny.
Creak!
The bed spoke as Beatrice got on the bed, all ration thrown to the side. She quickly entered Lacy, both of them sighing. Beatrice with how hot Lacy was on the inside and Lacy with how fucking big Beatrice was. Beatrice’s clit was just stretching Lacy out. It must be eight inches at least!
Beatrice started thrusting slowly at first, letting Lacy get used to her size. Lacy moaned softly, her hands gripping Beatrice’s shoulders. Beatrice leaned down, kissing Lacy deeply as she increased her pace. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and their heavy breathing.
Lacy wrapped her legs around Beatrice’s waist, pulling her closer. Beatrice groaned as Lacy tightened around her. She moved faster, harder, each thrust driving Lacy deeper into the mattress. Lacy’s nails dug into Beatrice’s back, leaving red marks. Their bodies moved together in a rhythm that felt instinctual, primal.
Beatrice’s hips snapped forward relentlessly. Sweat dripped from her brow onto Lacy’s chest. Lacy gasped with every powerful stroke, her eyes squeezed shut. The headboard slammed against the wall in a steady beat. The air smelled like sex and salt and desperation. Beatrice felt Lacy clench around her clit, tight and hot and perfect.
SLAP, SLAP!
POUND, POUND!
No words. The creak of the bedsprings, the ragged pull of air into their lungs. Beatrice’s jaw clenched. Her thrusts lost rhythm, turning jagged and urgent.
A low groan tore from her throat, primal and raw. Her hips stuttered, driving deep, *
deep into Lacy’s slick heat. Her fingers dug into the mattress beside Lacy’s head, knuckles white. Every muscle in her back and shoulders locked tight as a bowstring. Her release wasn’t gentle; it was a shuddering, full-body convulsion, a silent scream trapped behind gritted teeth. Hot pulses flooded Lacy, a thick, insistent warmth spreading inside her.
"I think I’m falling in love with you," Beatrice said, pulling her now flaccid clit out, the cum still leaking out as it shriveled up into just a tiny little bud back in its inner pussy folds.
"Oh yeah..."
"Yeah..."
"Then eat my pussy," the Omega ordered.
Beatrice was the happiest she ever been the next day. Smelling Lacy’s pussy on her upper lip was a drug she never wanted to get down from a high from.
All those Alphas Beatrice worked with said she was too fat, too dorky, too weak, too submissive to get an Omega who would be interested in her. Yet here she was fucking the hottest Omega at the hospital!
When she walked into the cafeteria, she saw Lacy sitting with her friend, Josh, at a table eating her breakfast. Beatrice smiled and waved and so did Lacy!
Lacy didn’t pretend to not know her, or ignored her. She waved back. Yes, she was absolutely in love!