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They come at night.
We’re dragged out of our beds by strong Alphas. They clamp hands over our mouths, muffling our screams as we’re carried into the woods.
All of us are young: sixteen and newly presented. Pretty omega boys: virgins. There’s no mistaking why this pack has kidnapped us. We’re bound by thick ropes and gagged with cloths. Shoved to our knees in the center of their camp.
They strip us, hands molesting our bodies as we’re forced to be naked. And then they start choosing their mates.
We scream into our gags as we’re mounted. Big, Alpha cocks stuff our holes. They laugh and groan with pleasure as they knot us full with fertile, Alpha seed.
Some beg. Sob. Tears stream down their faces as they’re violently bred by older men.
Not you.
You bounce on their leader’s fat cock, moaning. You’re terrified. Hands tied behind your back, mouth stuffed with cloth, you ride your Alpha. There is no time for tears, now that you’ve been chosen as the leader’s mate.
He stuffs you with his cum, impregnates you. The other Alphas follow suite, knocking up the other omega boys. Each Alpha gives his omega a mating bite, binding them together forever.
The village never comes after you. You’re all left in the Alpha Camp, beautiful boy breeders for these Alphas.
We’re kept naked and pregnant. Beautiful, impregnated pets. They take us from behind, hands cupping our fattening wombs. We’re raped every day several times by our kidnappers.
Your Alpha ties you to two posts in the center of camp when you go into labor. Your limbs are spread, ankles and wrists tied to each post. You moan as your body contracts, pushing your baby slowly out.
It takes hours. You’re barely conscious by the time your baby comes out.
Your Alpha unties you. The baby is placed in your arms, mouth attaching to your nipple. As your Alpha holds you, the next pregnant omega boy is tied to the posts. You watch him go through the strenuous labor. When he’s finished, his Alpha holds him the same way you are held, baby suckling his milk.
Each omega is forced to publicly display their labor. You lay, exhausted in your Alpha’s lap, and watch.
Your baby grows quickly, weaning off your milk faster than she should. Your Alpha takes to suckling your nipples. When he knocks you up a few weeks after your labor, you realize that this is your reality now.
You’re an incubator. A breeder. An Omega. Your job is to spread your legs for your Alpha’s cock. Take his seed and carry his babies.
The other Omega realize the same soon enough. We take our Alphas cocks, tummys plumping with their litters.
No one is coming to save us. We don’t need to be saved. We belong here, raped by Alphas.