Page 107 of The Forgotten

“It’s on the bed, Mother,” the younger woman adds, answering the question I had in my passing curiosity.

Rubella checks my finger and toe nails to ensure they’re dry before pulling me up onto my feet. I’m being primped and prodded, and the dread is building at the pit of my stomach. I’m being made into the perfect doll, one that is sure to be destroyed by the end of the night.

The dress that’s brought by one of her daughters is completely see through. Still, I move where they tell me because there’s absolutely no other option.

Refusing to look in the mirror, I can tell it’s awful as I stare downward at my pretty pale, pink nails. They’re giving off an air of “innocence”, something I’ve long lost. The white dress I’m wearing is filmy and sheer, the top showing off my pink nipples as they strain against the material, while the many bottom layers flirt with the gaze. Shifting my weight, I see that you can see my waxed pussy through the layers with very little difficulty. This excuse for a dress makes me feel short of breath as the women chat around me.

“Is she done yet?”

“No, Thora, not yet,” Rubella murmurs. Her finger pushes up on my chin, forcing me to look at her.

It’s impossible for me to not also catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My blue eyes are framed with dark eye shadow and mascara, continuing with the illusion of innocence. My lips are a pale pink, and alongside the white dress I’m wearing, I can see that Rubella is working with a theme.

Her fingers pry open my lips, and this is when I panic. I have no idea what she’s pushing into my mouth, but after the Shittagetton incident earlier, I don’t trust her.

“Grab her arms,” Rubella growls, causing her daughters to pull back my arms tightly as I struggle. “This is for your own good, girl. You won’t want to have any idea what’s happening tonight. It’s for your own good and the alphas who will be fucking you.”

The pill she forces onto my tongue dissolves very quickly, and Rubella shoves my mouth closed and plugs my nose so I can’t breathe. I put up a fight, finding that I can go longer without oxygen than I ever thought. However, Rubella is tenacious, and one of the girls behind me rubs my throat until I’m forced to swallow convulsively.

“There,” Rubella says smugly, releasing me as I gasp for breath. “Your eyes are running. Fuck, girl. Why do you have to do everything the hard way?”

Shoving me into a chair, she fixes my makeup and sprays something over my face that will keep it from running again.

“I suppose some alphas like it when they can see the tear stains,” she muses. “I was told to preserve the virgin-like vision, despite that ship having long sailed, yes?”

I remain silent, not thinking she wanted a real answer. I haven’t spoken in two years, not one word.

A slap along my temple quickly tells me that I was incorrect in my thinking.

“Speak up!” Rubella yells.

Not trusting my voice, I raise my now free hands and touch my lips before shaking my head, giving her the impression that I can’t speak.

“Of course you’re the perfect, broken doll,” she sighs. “You’ll dance barefoot tonight. No use covering up our hard work. One last thing and then we’re done.”

I don’t feel any adverse effects yet from the pill they forced me to take, but my stomach feels a little warm. Rubella walks me over to the bed and one of her daughters presses my face into the bed while someone else holds my arms back and flips my dress up to expose my lower half.

“Oh that’s pretty,” Thora says, her fingers pulling my ass cheeks apart. The air makes me shiver as she exposes my pussy.

“Be quick about it if you want a taste,” Rubella snaps. “It’s obvious that we’re going to need to kick start this medication if we’re going to get her to slick. I swear, this omega is broken. She says she can’t speak, but I heard her cry out while I was waxing her. Shove something in her mouth.”

Fingers shove rough fabric inside my mouth as a tongue drags up my pussy, making me gasp in denial. That same hand holds my mouth closed and pressed against the comforter as Thora eats me out. Her sounds make my pussy slick against my will, and I whimper as fingers are pushed inside of me.

“Ugh, she needs more slick,” Rubella complains.

My body is heating up at an alarming rate. I’ve never had a heat before. Is this what I’m feeling? Thora sucks on my clit, something I’ve never felt before. I’ve never touched myself, explored, due to not having any interest in it. I associate pain with my slick, this pleasure I’m feeling feels wrong.

“Argh,” I groan, shuddering as my muscles begin to quiver. My stomach cramps hard before slick is pushed out of my cunt, and Thora giggles as she licks it up.

She only plays with me enough to keep me on the edge, never letting me come. My body bucks against the teasing, my muscles locking up with need. I want her to go away, to leave me alone, yet my body has other plans due to the pill.

“That’s good,” Rubella says, pulling her daughter away. Unable to help it, I keen in unhappiness. Slapping my ass, she hushes me. “Now, let’s see if we can get this thing inside of her.”

Hands pull my lower cheeks open again while I’m held still, and my body stiffens as something is pressed against my asshole.

“Relax,” Thora hisses. “It’s going in one way or another.”

Unfortunately, she’s not lying, and there’s a light sheen of sweat on my skin by the time the large plug is pushed deep inside my ass. I can’t get any relief from it. Instead, the constant pulse of pressure keeps me uncomfortably aware of it. Slick pushes in a river out of my ass to help them push it the last inch in, and the three of them release me.