Page 4 of One Flew Over the Omega's Nest: Part One
Woah. As she speaks, I can sense it happening. The black walnut scent that had me ready to vomit fades to a faint tickle in my nose. Still there, but not as overwhelming. My omega seemingly recedes into my chest, everything that was bothering her about the room sinking away, like I never had the thought to begin with.
"Ah, you're already less…pungent." Dr. Brooks grins triumphantly. "Since you're the first omega we've had with violent tendencies, I wasn't sure how you'd react, but you're already doing splendidly."
Ignoring his comment about my…pungentness, I focus on the rest of the sentence. "Have you had other omegas here?"
Like my sister?
"Ah yes." Dr. Brooks glances at the orderly, and his expression is clear. He didn't mean to say that. "You'll see soon enough." He turns his attention to the nurse, who has been standing by the wall this whole time. "Helaena, Ms. Harding’s uniform?"
The nurse, Helaena, nods and pops out of the room before coming back in with a pair of clean white tennis shoes, a folded bundle of lavender material, a pair of white panties and a white cotton bra on top.
"Here you go, Ms. Harding." She hands them to me, and I take them from her gratefully. I don't think I've worn anything besides a hospital gown the last year.
I place them on the bed, expecting the men to leave to let me get dressed, but they just stare at me expectantly.
"Not to be rude, Josephine, but I don't have all day. You need to get changed." Dr. Brooks says, sounding impatient for the first time.
Nurse Helaena speaks quickly. "Sir, I can make sure she gets it done if you two would want to step outside—"
The orderly is on her before I can blink. Hand on her throat, body shoved against the wall.
"Ms. Harding, for every ten seconds you are sitting here, not getting dressed, Mr. Banesworth will increase the pressure on Nurse Helaena's throat."
As if to illustrate the doctor’s point, the alpha’s fingers tighten on her throat and her face starts to turn red as she grasps at his fingers.
Gods dammit. I guess I gave my weakness away too soon. Or he's testing me to see if I'll try to kill Banesworth. There's still that unused syringe right there, I could grab it, jam in into his neck and then—
"Ms. Harding." Doc's voice is hard, and I scramble out of the bed. I can't mess up that quickly. He needs to see that I can be scared into compliance.
Without ceremony, I pull the tie that was holding my gown together at the back of my neck and let it fall off, leaving me in just a pair of ratty old panties. "There. I did it. Please let her go, she didn't mean noharm." I put my hands on my hips, my tits on display for the whole room to see.
Banesworth drops Helaena, and she collapses to the floor, her hands flying to her throat. "If you wanted me naked, precious, all you had to do was ask," I purr, ignoring the panicked beating of my heart as Banesworth turns, his eyes glued to my nipples.
I’m just surprised Brooks didn’t have the orderly bark an alpha-command at me. That would be the easiest way to keep an omega in line. Regardless, it's not the first time I've had to use my body to get my way, and it won't be the last.
I'm even paler than usual and I know I've lost weight the last couple of months, but my omega baby-making genes give me good hips and make sure my boobs are the last place to lose fat.
Dr. Brooks chuckles. His eyes are glued to the various scars on my torso, but luckily he doesn't ask where they came from. "Good girl, I knew you'd catch on quickly. Go on, get dressed."
Usually I like being called a good girl. Makes me feel all good inside, like warm honey coating my bones. But from Dr. Brooks? The warm honey turns to cold, sticky tar and I fight the urge to shiver.
Both their eyes stay on me as I pull on the bra, then turn, showing my ass as I change out my underwear. Thank fuck for clean cotton. Turning, I step into the lavender jumpsuit, my lip curling when I see the omega symbol above the breast pocket followed by a "3021".
"There," I say, sliding on my socks and putting my feet into the white tennis shoes. "Are we good now, Doc?"
"Yes. One of the other inmates, Adela, will show you around."
"Are you just going to leave her there?" I ask, my eyes darting to the nurse, who shakes her head at me.
"She's a nurse. She knows how to ease the pain." Brooks waves me off, and comes next to me, putting a hand on my back as he guides meto the door. "There you go. Adela will be out in just a moment, and Mr. Banesworth will keep an eye on you until she gets here."
I stumble out into the hallway, watching Dr. Brooks disappear, whistling a little tune. This place is…different than I thought it would be. I can feel Banesworth's stare drilling into the back of my head, and in the next second his body is pressing up behind me.
My throat goes dry as I feel his hard cock pressing into my back, and I swallow, completely aware of the fact that I'm powerless right now. His hands don't reach for me, he doesn't touch me, but he doesn't have to. I'm suddenly grateful for the medication they gave me, knowing that if I didn't have it, I'd be able to scent the full strength of his stale leather, no doubt even more potent from his obvious arousal.
He speaks next to my ear, the first time I've heard his voice.
"I’m going to warn you now, we’re not supposed to use our alpha-commands on inmates, but it’s been so long since I’ve had an omega to play with. So, you best be careful with that attitude of yours, little omega." The tone is threatening, full of promise of retribution if I step a toe out of line. "I'd love nothing more than an excuse to fuck it out of you."
