I’d heard about such cloths before. Single women sometimes purchased pieces of fabric soaked in alpha sweat to enhance their private pleasure sessions. I’d never been among them, finding the idea of sniffing an alpha’s sweat far more disgusting than erotic, but as I carefully smelled the cloth pressed against my nostrils, something… something weird happened to my body.
The scent of man and musk and sex filled my lungs, and a full-body shudder passed through my limbs before I could even comprehend how intoxicatingly amazing the smell of that cloth was. I sucked in another greedy gulp, and another, intent on inhaling as much of that wonderful scent as I could. My nipples hardened to aching points while I mewled and rubbed my face against the piece of fabric and fought against the restraints because all I wanted, all I needed, was more of that smell. I wanted to roll in it, rub my pussy against it…
The errant thought made me realize the growing heat south of my bellybutton and the powerful throb that had my clit twitching for every one of my heartbeats. God, I needed to be touched!
Aching to feel friction against my aching nub of nerves, any friction, I kicked my legs uselessly against the ankle restraints and tried to rub my spread thighs against each other to sate the increasing desperation growing there.
“Ah, modern women,” Dr. Urwin sighed somewhere above me. I was too preoccupied with sniffing the piece of cloth to pay much attention to where. “You try to pretend like you want independence and a nice beta husband to settle down with, but when it comes right down to it, every one of you would much rather spread your legs for a primitive alpha.” He sounded bitter, but before my brain could fully process his tone, his hand came down between my legs, smacking against my swollen labia and aching clit. I squealed at the sharp sting, and then moaned brokenly when he began rubbing his fingertips against my stiff little bud.
Fuck, it felt so good. Some distant part of my mind railed against his touch—this wasn’t professional, and he wasn’t the man I wanted to touch me there, but… oh, it felt amazing. Every instinct in my body ached for a release—somehow, I knew deep down that that would ease my suffering.
“Please, don’t stop,” I whimpered, not moving my head from the delicious scent of alpha pressed against my nose.
Dr. Urwin snorted, but didn’t pause the firm pressure against my most sensitive spot. “Do you have any idea how you look, spread open and panting like a bitch in heat?” he growled, a mocking tone in his voice, but also an edge of frustration. “You’re a woman of science, and right now, you’d like nothing more than to be shoved into that feral alpha’s cage so you can offer your cunt to him. Isn’t that right? Heck, I bet you’d happily let Dr. Axell mount you. I’ve seen the looks you give him—the big alpha boss. Everyone’s always fawning over him and his brilliance. I bet if he’d offered, you’d have let him tie you to the breeding post after hours even without the drugs.
“Would you like to know why he’s not the one servicing you, instead of the lowly beta doctor you’d never look twice at if you had the choice?” Dr. Urwin paused long enough to push the hood of my clit back, and then grabbed the bared little nub between thumb and index finger, squeezing viciously.
The unprotected touch directly to the cluster of hypersensitive nerves sent me off the bed with a yowl. Only the restraints kept me from falling to the floor. I arched up as high as I could, squirming and screaming incoherently as raw, electric jolts of sensation crackled through my poor clit and made every muscle in my body jerk. It hurt so good, I didn’t know if I wanted to beg him to stop or to do it harder.
“It turns out, Dr. Axell, for all his brilliance and all his derogatory comments about women and their instincts, is as much a slave to his primal self as the poor bastards we have locked up downstairs. Seeing you like this… all tied down with that pretty little cunt winking like crazy, begging for a nice, thick dick? He’d mount you himself, and then probably kill you once he was done. The esteemed doctor doesn’t like to be reminded that, when it comes right down to it, he’s just like the feral beasts we poke and prod all day.”
I probably should have been more concerned with what he was saying, but I didn’t have it in me to focus on anything but the excruciating pleasure being forced into my abused clit. For every pinch, the tension deep inside of my abdomen grew. I writhed mindlessly, blindly searching for relief. And, just as the pressure right behind my pelvic bone became unbearable… it broke.
A flush of sticky liquid rushed out of my frantically spasming core, covering my thighs and the medical bench below me. My body arched as high as the restraints allowed while waves of euphoria rolled through my pelvis, taking me closer and closer to that elusive peak… until the abuse against my pulsing clit abruptly stopped.
I cried out in frustration, thrashing against my restraints. “No! More! Please!”
Dr. Urwin gave me a small smirk as he stepped away from the bench. He sniffed the hand he’d had between my thighs and gave an appreciative hum. “There’s no need. You’re ready for your alpha. But don’t worry—once he’s awake, you’ll get all the sex you can stand.”
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9
It was several more hours before Dr. Urwin’s phone rang, slicing through my own personal hell with a sharp ring.
I whimpered as the sound cut through my feverish brain, causing echoes of pain to vibrate through my already aching body. Everything was too hot, too loud, and the fluorescent light mounted on the ceiling above me hurt my eyes whenever I tried to open them.
I didn’t know what time it was, but knew it had to be the middle of the night or early morning. Every muscle in my body ached from the frequent cramps shuddering through me, and I was so exhausted I was barely lucid—but that wasn’t the worst part.
No, the worst part was the dull, unrelenting yearning deep inside. My blood burned with brutal need, and no matter how much I squirmed and begged for relief from the cruel beta who’d tied me down, he hadn’t so much as glanced my way since he’d forced my pussy to soak the surface under my backside.
This was worse than any illness I’d ever suffered, including the unpleasant week of swine flu back in college. Though this time, I knew what would cure me.
“Is the alpha ready?”
The alpha.
Dr. Urwin’s voice rang through my brain as loudly as the phone had, and I keened in desperation at hearing him say that word out loud: alpha. My alpha—the man who would finally end my torment.
“Yes, that’s her,” Dr. Urwin chuckled into the phone. “Just as ripe as a two-dollar whore. If you get him prepped, I’ll take her to the lab. This slut’s gagging for a fat knot.”
Despite my desperation to slake the fire between my legs, fear muted by need rolled through me when Dr. Urwin fastened first my wrists and then my ankles to the breeding post. I was bent over by the hips and stretched out with my hands tied so far away from my body I wasn’t able to move my torso more than an inch. My feet were spread wide, and the hard legs of the bench in front of me ensured I couldn’t squirm my hips. I was completely helpless, and more vulnerable than a woman ever should be.
Dr. Urwin finished tying me to the breeding post and slipped a padded roll underneath my hips, forcing my arse up and out and exposing my flushed sex to the the room. “There we go, all ready for some dick, huh?” he said cheerfully, stroking his palm against my swollen pussy before cupping it.
