5. Black Swann Inn

Nomia pov

I startle awake when the door bangs loudly against the wall. Beta Jared’s loud rough voice slurs when he tries to speak to someone. My nose scrunches of its own accord as it's assaulted by the stench of alcohol. I can barely suppress a painful groan, my back is killing me, my muscles slightly spasming and almost shooting into cramps. My hands and feet are no longer painful but now cold and numb. I bet if I could move to see them, the lack of blood flow would have left them tinged with blue.

I hear Beta Jared stumbling around, he’s drunk alright. I hear second footsteps, they are lighter and steadier. I wonder who was so unlucky or unwise to join Beta Jared to his room. You don’t have to be a mind reader to see that he is no good. Suddenly I feel his dirty breath over my face and his laboured breathing in my ear, “Sorry puppy, it got later than expected. But you’re well trained aren’t you? You don’t need much.” And he pulls off the blindfold, taking a few of my hairs, caught in the knot, with it.

A woman wearing a dress which is remarkably similar to the one I wore at the auction is standing next to the door. The fake smile and clear unwillingness in her eyes indicates her as a prostitute. “Well then, it seems you already have a play thing, I’ll just go downstairs and leave you two alone” she says her voice hoarse and insecure.

“As much as I would love to spend the night with this little pup, I can't. She’s Alpha Zared’s and I’m not allowed to touch her. Yet. I only get sloppy seconds.” He looks from me to her and points to the bed. “Undress while I move this one to the cot.” He roughly picks me up and drops me in the cot on the other side of the room. He proceeds to untie my ankles, leaving my hands tied behind my back.

“You get to sit, watch and learn,” Beta Jared says, his face dangerously close to mine. I could head butt him or bite his nose but I don’t. It would only land me in a world of pain and there’s no way that I can escape. I don’t know where I am, I’m not fast, my hands are tied to my back and I’ve nowhere to go.

Jared grins, the smell of alcohol, garlic and unbrushed teeth fills my nose making me grimace. He lets go of me “Don’t think you’re all that. You’re so disgusting with that toothless mouth no one has even bothered to fuck you.” He narrows his eyes at me and turns away. I shoot a glare at his back - no one has bothered? But both he and Alpha Zared want to? Either he’s an idiot or he thinks I am. Jared is dangerous though and I don't want to know what he has planned for this woman.

“Strip!” He barks at her and she hurriedly complies. “Kneel” he orders, pointing at the floor before him she moves over and kneels. I see the tears welling up in her eyes. She knows what’s going to happen, I have no doubt it’s happened many times before. We make eye contact and I feel sorry for her but I’m in no position to help her. Without further ado or warning Jared rams his dick into her mouth and starts pumping his hips. He tightly holds her head between his hands. Her nose almost touches his pubic hair. She’s gagging and spluttering. Tears run down her face, mixing with her saliva. Beta Jared is relentless, grunting and groaning. She might suffocate before he’s done. Perhaps that would be a kindness.

I feel sick as her arms flail; trying to push him away but she can’t. When her motions start to slow Jared grunts louder and cums in her mouth. He abruptly lets go of her and stumbles over to the bed where he crashes onto his back.

The whore wheezes trying to replenish her oxygen and gather herself. I’m mortified, I’ve seen warriors and Beta Nasir fuck the mouths of slave girls but never this harsh, never this relentless. I hear a snore coming from the bed and hope he’s fallen asleep so she can get away and I’m safe for the night. She seems to have the same thought and gets up. Stealthily making her way to the door to safety. She doesn’t bother to take her discarded dress with her. When she’s almost at the door Jared stirs “I’m not satisfied yet. I have more to give.” He murmurs sleep drunk. She freezes barely breathing in the hope that he’s asleep. She’s out of luck, he sits up in the bed “Get back over here now.”

She makes her way over, shoulders hanging low, dread in every step. He grabs her wrist pulling her on the bed so that she lands face down. I cringe; Beta Jared simply gets off the bed and pulls her toward him. He drops her legs to the floor, spreads her ass cheeks and spits on her asshole. His cock is quickly hardening again, he fists it a few times and pushes into her. She yelps on the rough intrusion and Jared smacks her hard barking “Quiet! You take what I give. It’s your job.”

I watch in horror while he rails into her. The smell of blood fills the room and I hear her quietly sob. Again, under loud grunts and groans Jared cums and pulls out. For her sake I hope that he’s done. He turns around, snaps his fingers “Over here pup.” I awkwardly get up and walk toward him. Contemplating whether or not it would help me if I would scream for help if he tries anything with me. Beta Jared knows I’m not his to touch and he seems scared of Alpha Zared. Then again if Alpha Zared were to come to the room what would he do to me?

“Her ass is dirty and can use a cleaning. Kneel and lick her clean.” I freeze in horror, staring at her asshole that’s still open a bit. Blood and semen trickling out. He grabs my shoulders, pushes me to the ground and shoves my face to her hole. Carefully I lick. The taste of blood and sperm coat my tongue. Together with a salty, tangy taste which I presume is the taste of ass. I’ve never done anything like this before - it’s humiliating. I’m so angry… made worse by the knowledge there’s nothing I can do about it. Men like Jared roam the earth freely, hurting every woman they can without any repercussions.

I keep licking, careful not to hurt her. The taste of blood no longer present, likely her wolf healed her. Suddenly my hair is grabbed and I’m pulled back, “Good job pup, next thing to clean is my dick.” He turns me so I’m facing him and shoves his gross, floppy cock into my mouth. He lets his head fall back and groans “Your mouth is made for this, I’ll have to get myself a toothless bitch.” Disgusted, I feel the damned thing harden again. Beta Jared starts to slowly pump his hips, each thrust his cock goes further into my mouth.

When he hits my throat his movements become faster, I feel myself starting to drool as I can’t swallow. “You don’t have a gag reflex” Beta Jared states, sounding slightly disappointed. “I like to hear a woman choke on my cock.” He thrusts deeper and harder hoping I’ll gag.

I’m not going to fake gag to feed his ego. I’d rather suffocate. His thrusts get more frantic and erratic apparently it really bothers him. Suddenly he pulls out, slapping me harshly with his hand. He pushes me backwards, steps around me.

He flips the whore over to her back and rams into her pussy. The guy is a savage. Her pussy is apparently more flexible because she doesn’t bleed or make a sound. She lies on her back staring at the ceiling waiting for the ordeal to be over.

When he’s done he rolls off her. He rummages around and grabs a few coins and throws them towards the door, growling “Out”. She scrambles off the bed grabbing the coins and leaves the room.

Beta Jared falls asleep, snoring loudly. I roll to my side and scramble up, once on my feet I walk to the bathroom. Having a dress and no underwear is an advantage if you want to go to the toilet and your hands are still tied behind your back.

I head back to my cot and lie down, waiting for sleep to claim me. My thoughts whirl with everything that happened today; Beta Jared’s obnoxious snoring doesn't help.

When oblivion finally takes me, I’m transported to a clearing in a forest. The disembodied voice seems to be chanting something this time but I can’t quite make out the words. Nevertheless, I feel the urge to join in; like I belong there.

Begrudgingly I open my eyes as sunlight spills through the uncovered window. Outside, birds sing, but I am caged inside this room; my shoulders, arms and hands are somehow numb but painful at the same time.

Beta Jared is still snoring loudly, naked on his back. I fantasise about smothering him with the pillow as the anger and disgust from last night reappear, threatening to choke me. The pillow is wet with his drool; his offensive cock now small and shrivelled in the cool morning air. The pig doesn’t deserve to walk this earth.

While I glare at him, fantasising about how best to murder him, he slowly begins to wake.

I glance away, desperate not to initiate any conversation. He grunts and I hear him scratching himself as he yawns.

I stare out of the window, pretending I haven’t noticed he's awake. He stretches, and a loud fart rips through the room. Grumbling, he stumbles into the bathroom as I fight not to choke on his stench. From the bathroom I hear him sigh contentedly as he pisses like a carthorse; I hope he’s hungover. I really hope he leaves me alone.

“Time for breakfast pup.” he says as he comes back into the room. “Stay here and I’ll get you something to eat. Alpha Zared wouldn’t want his newest plaything to go hungry.”

He puts yesterday’s clothes on and leaves the room to fetch me breakfast. I try to get comfortable, assuming he will take his time eating first. But then the first lady we saw bustles into the room with a big breakfast, setting it down in front of me.

“Beta Jared asked me to bring you this because you didn't have any dinner last night and when Alpha Zared and he are done eating you’ll be travelling again.”

Her voice is friendlier now Jared isn’t here, though tinged with pity.

“Hmm.” She says, taking me in “I suppose I could untie you; he was adamant I bring it to you now…” her voice trails off as she bites her lip. Then she shrugs, almost to herself, leans over and nimbly unties my hands so I can eat. Then she nods at me once and hurries from the room.

That asshole. He conveniently ‘forgot’ to feed me last night and now sends up a huge breakfast so he doesn’t get into trouble with his Alpha. Prick. My eyes fill with tears of frustration as I think about what he did to me last night.

Then I dive into the food. As my stomach fills with warming porridge, bread, some form of fruit conserve and cheese, I begin to feel a bit better. I down the hot herby drink and allow myself to hope life with Alpha Zared will be better than Red Star.

Zared paid a pretty penny for me and Jared was too scared to touch me… so maybe I’m not foolish to breathe life into the small spark of hope bubbling in my stomach?