Page 62 of Betrayed

“Because,Iwas once in your position,” he said. “Iam one of the rareMaleOmegas—Itoo, was auctioned off, though it was many years ago.Andlook at whatIhave now…”

He spread his arms, as though to indicate the entire house, which really was a very nice one.

“Do you thinkIcould have gotten this on my own?” he asked. “Myfamily was dirt poor—they could barely afford to feed me and my brothers and sisters.Theman who bought me, anAlphaby the name ofDrakeMalbright—may he rest in peace—kept me in style for many years until he passed.Andthen he left everything to me.”Hesniffed and his eyes were suddenly shiny with tears. “Istill miss him.”

“Well,I’mglad your story had a happy ending, but that doesn’t meanminewill,”Ipointed out. “Whatif someone cruel and abusive buys me?”

Raymond shrugged.

“If they pay enough for you, they generally won’t abuse you.Atleast, in my experience.Imean, you wouldn’t buy aPicassoand then deface it, right?Nowbe quiet—Ineed to get you dressed and styled.Theauction is an hour away from here so we need to get moving.”

He wouldn’t listen to anything elseIsaid and eventually threatened to tape my mouth shut ifIdidn’t stop begging for help.FinallyIshut up while he dressed and styled me becauseIcould see that he wasn’t going to budge.

And now it’s my turn on the auction block.

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SUNNY

“Bring her up—she’s next!” theMCtellsRealKane.Mybrother grabs me by my elbow and shoves me from the backstage area into the spotlight at center stage.

I can barely see the audience because of the brilliant light shining in my eyes—Ivaguely make out that the auditorium is only about half full and every one of the men in the audience are wearing expensive suits.They’realso wearing masks—black half-masks that cover the top half of their face and leave only the mouth and chin bare.

I guess the masks are for anonymity.Ifthese are all super richWeremen, they probably don’t want to be seen at what’s essentially a slave auction.

Speaking of that, at least my hands are uncuffed.ButIstill can’t run away—and not just because there are too many guards around.WhatI’mwearing is completely obscene and would get me either raped or arrested in a heartbeat.Andthat’s assumingIcould find someone human to help me—which is really doubtful in this crowd.

I wishIcould cover myself, butRealKanealready warned me not to.

“Hands to your sides, little sis,” he hissed in my ear as he shoved me on stage. “Showoff the goods.Ifnobody buys you tonight, you’re coming home with me andI’mgoing to fuck the shit out of you!”

That was enough to make me keep my hands to my sides.Nomatter who buys me, ithasto be better than going back home with my sadistic big brother who apparently has no qualms at all about committing incest.

Still,IwishIcould cover myself.Thedeep red gownI’mwearing has a plunging neckline that shows my breasts.AndImean the nipples too.Infact,I’mwearing a kind of demi-cup corset type garment which points my bare nipples up and out, so the nectar that keeps flowing from them drips on the ground at my feet instead of on the gown, which is apparently quite expensive.

Down below, the gown doesn’t get any better.Ithas a high slit up the front which puts my pussy on display as well as a split up the back, which shows my ass.

Instead of panties,Raymondmade me put on a kind of harness with a single gold ring in the center.Thering fits around my clit and the straps spread me open, which lets my “honey flow freely” as he put it.

“TheAlphasare going to want to see that you’re ripe for breeding,” he told me whenIprotested this obscene get-up. “Believeme—you’ll be thanking me when you get bought by a billionaire who wants to spoil you.”

I don’t know about that.Idon’t want to be bought by anyone—no matter how rich he is.Ijust want my old life back.Butit doesn’t look likeI’mgoing to get it,Iadmit to myself.EvenifIwas free to go,Icouldn’t find what my body needs inSingingRock.

I hate to admit it, but the “BreedingFever” or “HeatFever” asRaymondcalled it, has been growing in me.Mybreasts are full of nectar that needs to be sucked out and my pussy is so empty—it needs to be filled and knotted.Iwouldn’t be able to find anyone inSingingRockto breed me—not likeIneed to be bred with a thick knot inside me.Justthe thought makes me shiver with unwanted lust.

“All right now folks, this is the one you’ve all been waiting for.”TheMC’svoice cuts into my thoughts. “AgenuineRecessiveOmega—this girl has been living in the human world with no idea of herWerestatus.Thisis her very firstHeatCycle—and as you can see, she’s deep into it.”

He throws out a hand, indicating my state andIcan feel my cheeks getting hot as every eye in the audience examines my leaking breasts and slippery pussy.Iwish the golden ring around my clit didn’t make it so noticeable!

“Be the very first to breed her!” theMCsays. “Thevery first to fill her pussy with your seed and plant your heir in her belly!Now—since she’s so special,I’mgoing to start the bidding at ten thousand.”

I bite my bottom lip as the bidding begins.Theother girls were started at five hundred.Ireally must be a hot commodity.Whocould have guessed that rich men from all over the world would bid for me, a lowly waitress without even a college education?Icertainly wouldn’t have.

“Ten thousand and doIhear twenty?Twentythousand, who’ll give me thirty?”

The bidding is brisk.Iwonder whoI’mgoing to end up with and ifIcan run away from him after he breeds me.Butwhere canIgo that a freaking billionaire can’t find me?He’llhave all the money and resources in the world andIhave nothing at all—not even my cell phone or wallet.

“Fifty thousand, doIhear sixty?” theMCcalls. “Ah-ha—seventy-five from the gentleman in the corner.”

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