Meeting Again - 86 Ordeal

Cough!

Cough! Cough!

Cough!

I put my hands on the floor collapsing in a fit of cough. Mr. Olsen had forced his member down my throat mercilessly, almost choking me to death. My eyes started watering and my mouth quickly got covered in saliva. I heard Mr. Olsen’s footsteps beside me, as he knelt on one of his leg. He placed his hand on my hair and slowly caressed them back to where it was tied and pulled it open.

“Haah! Your skills are worse than even a virgin” I heard Mr. Olsen say almost near my ears

I felt his hands caressing my hair and his lips touching my face near the ear. He took in a deep breath like he was smelling the Thanksgiving turkey and then out of nowhere suddenly pulled my hair down and squeezed my cheek with his other hand making my mouth look like a fish mouth. I winced in pain,

“Though, your bonded you smell quite delicious but why is your skills so terrible? Don’t tell me that Robbie was the only one who you ever did it with” he asked, there was a tinge of anger along with curiosity in his voice.

I couldn’t speak as my mouth and throat were already hurting, and on top of that Mr. Olsen was squeezing my mouth painfully. I was barely able to nod. I don’t know why he would think, I would go around sleeping with men when I had a stable job and a son to take care. I wonder if it was because I was Omega! That would make sense seeing as almost everyone in this world thinks Omegas are nothing more than a f**king tool. Mr. Olsen’s eyes turned dark and he threw me back, making me fall on my side as he got to his feet.

“Tch! I can see why Alphas detest doing it with a bonded Omegas. Having their prey being pawed over by someone else is definitely irritating. However, the thought of Robbie’s face when he knows his bonded Omega was devoured by me, makes me excited!” he said grinning down at me, licking his lower lip.

I don’t know, how everything spiralled so out of control! A little while back Mr. Olsen clearly wanted me to give him a head. Intially, I refused out of shock and horror. I had never thought to find myself in this predicament. How was I to know that suddenly Mr. Olsen would demand such a shameful thing?? How could I possibly bear to be touched by the man who had kidnapped my son. But I forgot that this horrible old toad had my son. He said making a face like that of a demon that if I don’t do it then I can forget about seeing my son ever again. Did I had any choice? How can I put Twen at risk to save my body? So, I agreed!

I had never felt more helpless and miserable than I was feeling now. Every moment I had his c**k in my mouth, I wanted to puke. If tormenting me by making me s**k him off was not enough, this bastard, didn’t let me close my eyes. I didn’t wanted to see myself in this state but I was forced to.

I felt dirty and disgusted. All the time, I was in high school, I was relentlessly teased for having a ‘slutty body’, for being a ‘whore’ or being a ‘tool for breeding’ and what not. Though, I felt hurt by those words, but I knew those words were not true. So, I held my head high and kept tolerating all the vicious remarks coming my way. But right now, all that pride of mine was shattered. I ultimately became the ‘cheap slut’ that all these years I had been continuously accused of. I felt broken and ashamed.

Even during the eight years after graduating high school, leaving my welfare centre and my birth city, I never got close to or intimate with anyone well as long as the harassments and attacks on me are not counted in. I didn’t want to be intimate with anyone not even with Fred who loved me so dearly. I never felt the need as I had never wanted anyone in my life other than…

GASP!

The realisation struck like a twenty two hundred volt of lightening. How dumb had I been!! All this years I had never gotten close to anyone, never wanted to get intimate with anyone or never loved anyone simply because I had only loved and wanted one person in my life….Robbie! I felt like both crying and laughing at the same time. Laughing because finally I realized this truth and crying because of the timing of this realisation. I understood the fact that Robbie was, is and will always be the only one I would want as my life partner but the realisation came at a time when I made myself completely unworthy of him.

“What are doing you doing playing dead on the floor?” I heard Mr. Olsen ask at the same time as I felt myself being pulled up by my shirt collar.

I was pulled like a rag doll on to my feet which were still numb. I felt wobbly as I stood, staring at my own shoe and feeling shaky. I didn’t want to look at that demon. I swayed in my place, seeing everything fuzzy when a sharp voice rang out,

“Do I need to write an invitation for you to start stripping? Or are you hoping to have those romantic movie moments where I would lovingly strip you off?”

Frankly, both the options sounded terrible. I didn’t wanted to bare myself in front of this sorry-excuse-of-a-man who was baiting my son to make me do his biddings. My hands shivered as I started unbuttoning my shirt but apparently I was too slow for Mr. Olsen’s patience. He grabbed hold of my hand, and tore open my shirt so hard that I heard the shirt buttons falling on the floor. I didn’t even get the opportunity to be surprised, as I was pushed on my stomach at the bed. The very next moment, I felt his hand over one of mine restricting it’s movement and his other hand feeling my chest. I sucked in a convulated breath, gnashing my teeth. His every touch made me feel repulsed. I felt his mouth on my neck as he planted a firm kiss (which was more of a bite) on my neck giving me goosebumps. His hand on my chest started circling and playing with my nipples. I was sensitive in that part, so inspite of feeling revolted, I was still feeling it.

This was the first time I hated being an Omega. Of all the things in the world, this was something I didn’t wanted to feel…by ‘this’ I meant, this man as a whole but this damned body was too weak against pleasure. He kissed my neck again but then abruptly stopped. This pause only made my heart beat shot up. The pause ended with Mr. Olsen’s chuckle,

“Heh! Nice mark he made” Mr. Olsen said before bending over and licking Robbie’s mark of bond with me.

Mr. Olsen’s hand which was on my chest, started to harass my nipples harder, kissing/biting me down my back. Suddenly, he straightened and I heard a ‘rustle’ and ‘chee’ sound which was followed by his shirt and belt falling beside me. This time when he bent over I felt his naked skin over mine. My skin instantly crawled with revulsion. I wanted to push him off my back and run away but Twen…

I brought my hand near my mouth and bit it so that no matter what I don’t lose my head. Mr. Olsen held me by my chest with one hand and aggressively kissed over my back while his other hand slipped down to my thing which despite my attempts to not feel, had started getting hard. I felt his hand loosening my belt and slipping his hand inside my underpants.

He started rubbing and stroking my p***s making it harder. With my free hand, I clutched the bedsheet, feeling tears stinging at the corner of my eyes. His other hand had left my chest and pulled my trouser down and had started fingering my b**thole. This double attack made me moan many times, but I bit into my hand harder to not let it escape.

“Che! Bonded or not, Omegas body sure loves to be f*cked” Mr. Olsen mocked, stroking harder.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

I don’t want this!

Someone…Please…

I shut my eyes clutching on to the bedsheet as I felt him increasing his fingers behind. His motions made me moan again but I bit harder. His stroking had made me stiff even against my will. I felt a sting near my hip as Mr. Olsen bit me. I moaned which got blocked by my fist in the mouth. Finally, I felt him take his fingers out of me and position himself. I knew what was coming next.

I let the tears freely roll down my cheeks. I felt another warm fluid rolling down my hand but I didn’t open my eyes to see it. I just wanted this to end as fast as possible. Just when Mr. Olsen was about to enter me, there was loud BANG!