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“I understand you’ve come to see us about a water feature?” A chipper attendant greeted Mr Grant.
Mr Grant nodded. “Yes. I was told I would be able to see the process before making a purchase, though.” His voice was quite low and monotone.
“Well luckily for you, we always have a few omegas at each stage of the process. Let me show you how our features are made, and you can pick the one you like the best!”
The attendant, whose name tag displayed his name as Ryder, led Mr Grant back through the facility. “All of our omegas are purchased at legal auctions – you’ll get their papers upon purchase. Some already come to us broken, but of course the first step of the process is to break their minds. Otherwise they can get quite distressed throughout the preparation and after installation.”
Mr Grant nodded. A distressed omega didn’t smell very pleasant. A happily mindbroken omega smelled delectable.
They passed a door, and then a window set into the wall. Ryder paused to allow them to look through. Inside, there were five omegas on breeding benches. They were all wearing headsets that covered their eyes and ears. Fucking machines pushed and pulled thick dildos inside their asses, and some of them had vibrators on their clits and dildos in their cunts as well.
“We have multiple varieties of each product, of course, to cater to different customers’ needs,” Ryder spieled. “Some are conditioned for constant pleasure, and some for constant denial. You can purchase most of our products with either option.”
Mr Grant nodded thoughtfully, thinking about which he’d rather have. “What’s on their headsets?”
“They hear rushing water all the time, to prepare them for their new lives. They start out seeing peaceful landscape and architectural images, such as those they might be treated to once they’re purchased. Then we may allow them to see images of completed water features, though only for custom orders. The omegas don’t know what they’re going to be made into, of course.”
Mr Grant nodded. He presumed that could cause some distress, but once the process was complete, the omega wouldn’t have any issues with their new existence. “Of course.”
“Of course, each is given the standard nanobot implant that prevents injury, illness, and removes the need for unsavoury bodily functions.”
“Of course,” Mr Grant replied. Anyone who could afford them for themselves – and their omegas – had them. And they weren’t even that expensive anymore.
“Let’s move on,” Ryder said, leading him down the hallway before pausing in front of another window. Inside were three omegas – though there was space for more – on their backs this time. “The omegas are stretched during processing and the best position for their body is determined before positioning,” he explained. The omegas had small suction machines attached to their clits and dildos working in and out of their cunts and asses. They also had headsets on.
“These omegas are being prepared to be squirting water features,” Ryder explained. “Their clits are pumped so they’re nice and big and sensitive. These omegas can all squirt naturally, but they’ll have catheters inserted to standardise the flow and make the process easier. Don’t worry - it all feels quite good for the omega.”
Mr Grant wasn’t really worried about that, though he supposed he liked the idea that the omegas were enjoying themselves, despite their main purpose being for his viewing pleasure and to show off to his guests.
“Let’s move on to the omegas at the next step,” Ryder said, leading them down the hallway to another window. These omegas were all on their backs with their legs pushed back and folded underneath their head. Mr Grant wondered if he might be able to purchase a water feature in this position.
“Oh, good - one’s in progress right now. You can watch, if you’d like.” Ryder stood to the side, his attention inside the room. A worker had entered the room just that moment with a rolling tray of tools.
Mr Grant nodded and watched intently. The omega had a headset on its head, but its mouth was held open with a gag. Its clit was big and puffy, but so far left alone.
“Their clits need to be pumped so they can be outfitted with a permanent vibrator,” Ryder explained. The worker pulled from his toolbox a small black metal cylinder.
“Surely that’s not-”
Ryder nodded emphatically. The worker opened up the cylinder and then centred it over the omega’s clit. He then closed it, and it clamped shut with an unseen mechanism. Mr Grant could see it start vibrating almost violently. The omega weakly pulled at the straps, toes curling.
“Yes, the pleasure is necessary in order to force them to squirt constantly,” Ryder said. “Don’t worry - the omega’s clits are all treated with a serum that prevents them from going numb. It’ll feel that pleasure for the rest of his life.”
Mr Grant almost shivered,for a moment trying to imagine that. But, he supposed, that was what omegas were for. Mates, if they were special, or treasured pets, but toys or items for display if they were particularly unlucky, as these ones were. Not that it was a bad life, of course - omegas were intended for such things, and treated quite humanely nowadays.
The worker pulled another small metal item from the tray, this one the size of a quarter but a bit thicker and slightly curved. Balancing it on his fingers, the worker slid his fingers into the omega, clearly feeling around. The omega jolted, entire body seizing up, though unfortunately they couldn’t hear any sounds through the window.
“They also have a vibrating mechanism installed on their g-spots,” Ryder explained with a smile. “It should start working soon, if you’d like to watch.”
Mr Grant nodded, watching as the omega started to shake, and then a jet of liquid sprayed out from its cunt. It lasted for several seconds, and then came in and out a few times, in line with the omega’s harsh breathing.
“The catheter will go in now,” Ryder said, as the worker picked up a thin tube like a short, flexible straw. He applied lubricant carefully and parted the omega’s holds, finding its urethra easily and slipping the catheter in with an ease that belied experience. “The lubricant will fuse it into the omega’s hole permanently - no replacement necessary. The batteries of the vibrators do need to be updated every ten years, however.”
Mr Grant nodded. That was reasonable. He had staff that would take care of such things, of course, as well as cleaning and maintenance of the omegas.
The omega was still shaking faintly, and as the worker pulled his fingers away, more liquid leaked out of it, though in more of a dribble than a spray. Mr Grant frowned.
“That’s all?” It wasn’t exactly a water feature.
Ryder just smiled and shook his head. “No, of course not. Once the omega is hooked up to the water pump the squirt will get much stronger and more constant.”
Mr Grant nodded thoughtfully, excited to see that.
“We’ll go see the next stage for these omegas soon, but first let’s see the preparation stages of our other products.”
Ryder led him through a hallway and then down another, and there was another window. These omegas were upright but with their legs spread wide open, again with headsets over their eyes.
“These omegas are being prepped for mouth or anal water features - they’ll be tested with each option and a specialist will select which looks better. It’s a very personalised process to make sure that each product is as good as it can be.”
Two of the omegas had dildos on fucking machines going in and out of their asses. They retreated about a foot before pushing back in, the tip not leaving the omega at all. One more had a dildo pounding into its cunt as well, and a vibrator on its clit.
“They start on regular size dildos, and then slowly work their way up.” A worker entered the room and Ryder smiled. “Here - we can watch as one has their size switched out.”
The worker went to a cupboard and collected a dildo that must be 3 feet long, though it got very thin at the end. Mr Grant’s eyebrows shot up.
Ryder nodded. “It looks like a lot, but it’s necessary in order to stretch them out enough that the water can have a clean path from start to finish.”
The worker stopped at one of the omegas without a dildo in its cunt, and turned off the fucking machine. Moving far too fast to be comfortable, he removed the dildo from the omega’s ass.
It just kept coming.
The omega’s hips twitched. It finally left him empty, only a few inches shorter than the new one the worker had brought over.
The new dildo was slicked up, and then the employee made quick work of pushing it into the omega’s ass. The omega barely moved - not that it could go far as it was.
The worker then moved to check on the other omegas, patting each of their stomachs.
“It’s a slow process, of course, much slower than training the squirting features. But the final product is definitely worth it. Let’s go and see if any omegas are at the next stage.”
There were only two in the next room, one suspended from its arms and the other suspended upside down. They each had thick dildos fucking into their asses, and the one upside down had a dildo in its cunt and a vibrator on its clit as well. He wasn’t sure what was so different about this room.
“Take a closer look at their mouths,” Ryder said helpfully.
Mr Grant did. Then he noticed the tips of the dildos emerging with every slow push in of the fucking machine.
“The dildos are going all the way through them?” He asked, just to clarify.
“Exactly. These omegas are in the final stages of training their bodies to let the water flow through them. The omegas that are allowed to orgasm will also have a permanent clit vibrator and internal thrusting dildo installed at this stage.”
Mr Grant nodded. He still hadn’t decided what type of feature he wanted to buy - he sort of wanted them all. And, well, he could afford it, so why not?
“Let’s go look at the omegas in the final stages of preparation, where the types of features are combined.”
Ryder led them further down to a door, and then opened it. “We can go inside this room, if you’d like to.”
Mr Grant nodded eagerly.
They walked inside. There was the sound of heavy breathing and the occasional pitiful moan or whine, but the omegas were mostly quiet. Workers attended to each of the omegas in this room.
Ryder went up to one of the omegas, gesturing for Mr Grant to come along. This was a squirting feature, though right now liquid was only dribbling out of it onto the floor. Mr Grant could hear the vibrators working in and on it, though it only twitched occasionally.
The omegas in this room didn’t have headsets on, he realised. Its eyes were closed, though, and its mouth was held open by a ring gag.
“The first step is for the omegas to be put into position.”
As they watched, the worker pulled a sort of metal brace over each of its joints. There were two rings, one which went above and one below the joints, attached by mobile joints. He tightened them so that they squeezed the flesh just a little.
“We can see one that’s through with this process - it takes quite a while.”
Ryder led them over to another omega being worked on. This one was in position, and they could see how the braces work. They held each joint in a predetermined position, allowing for no movement whatsoever. This omega had its arms above it, wrists joined together, and dangled from the ceiling from a chain attached to them. One of its legs was positioned almost straight down, foot pointed and barely brushing the ground, while another was lifted high in the air, foot also forced into a point, a chain holding it up. It looked like a ballerina.
“The safety features are put in here.”
The omega already had an IV in his arm, which the worker attached to a thin tube that wound along his arm and to his back. He attached a bag of water to the brace keeping the omega’s back perfectly straight.
“All the nutrients the omega needs is in this. It needs to be replaced once a day - I’m sure that will be no problem for one of your employees.”
Mr Grant nodded. One of his groundskeepers would be in charge of replacement.
Another thin tube was slid into the omega’s nose and then small pieces of plastic pushed into each nostril to plug them up. The worker attached the revealed end of the tube to a small device that was also placed at its back.
“Oxygen filter,” Ryder explained. He turned, and then looked delighted. “This omega is about to be activated for the first time – it’s quite a wonderful sight.”
The omega in question already had the tube in its nose and IV installed, as well as a vibrator on its clit and a dildo in its cunt. Its ass was empty and gaping, on full display with the way it was bent over, legs spread and back arched, head held looking halfway up.
A worker stepped up with a thick tube, and slid it a few inches into the omega’s ass. He then pressed a bulb a few times.
“It inflates so it won’t fall out,” Ryder said.
The tube was hooked onto a machine, and water streamed up it. The omega twitched feebly in its tight bonds as the water rushed into him. Several seconds later, water started erupting from its gagged mouth with enough force to make a stream which ran down a drain in the floor.
Mr Grant walked around to get a good look at his face. The omega’s eyes were opened, and looked panicked for a moment. He frowned. As he watched, they clouded over back into mindless, broken pleasure.
“You were right, that is a very nice sight,” Mr Grant commented. Once the stream began it didn’t show any signs of stopping. The omega would likely never have a life again that didn’t consist of water flushing into its asshole and straight out its mouth. Maybe it would get a break during cleaning. He was sure it would appreciate that, if its brain could think that hard anymore.
Ryder let him admire the omega for several moments. “Is there anything you’d like to ask or see, before we head to the show floor so you can see the features available for purchase?”
Mr Grant shook his head. “No, I’m ready. Thank you for the tour - this has been quite insightful.”
Ryder grinned. “I’m glad. It’s always a delight to show off the process.”
They walked from the preparation center to a large warehouse that was open to the less wealthy public. Not that the features were cheap by any means, but not everyone could afford a tour like Mr Grant.
Around them were several large fountains filled with omega water features. Each omega was contorted into a unique, creative position on what had to be a custom made stand for each one. Each one was showering out water from one of their holes into their fountains, some over themselves or others. They were all gagged, soft moans and whimpers making it through occasionally. They mostly had their eyes open and were slowly blinking with dazed or overwhelmed or orgasmic expressions.
“Of course, they’re not meant for exposure to the elements. If they’re outside it needs to be an appropriate temperature and sun protectant needs to be applied - you can purchase that from us as well if you’re planning on having them outside at any point. When you or one of your employees comes to pick up the feature, you’ll be sent with a 6-month complimentary supply of the products necessary for care - disinfectant for the water, replacements filters for the water pumps, nutrients to add into the IV water, et cetera.” Ryder spoke as they walked around, checking out omegas. “If there are none available with your preferences in a pose you like, you can put in a custom order, which will be ready within a week. Do you have any questions?”
Mr Grant looked around at the displays of dozens of omegas, forced into permanent poses, conscious as water streamed through their bodies and/or they constantly came.
“How long do they usually last?” he asked.
“It does depend on the individual, unfortunately, and it can’t be predicted. Some run into behavioural issues, wasting energy on trying to move or resist. Some do stop working, as well, or may become weaker, or no longer look the way you’d like. If it doesn’t last ten years, though, we’ll assess the situation and give you a free or discounted replacement,” Ryder answered easily.
Mr Grant nodded. He’d already spotted one he had to have. It was the squirting variety. The omega was on its back with its ass raised into the air, cunt pointed towards its own face. It squirted constantly, some of it landing in its own open mouth.
“This one’s quite beautiful,” Mr Grant said. “May I touch it?”
Ryder nodded. “As long as you don’t block the stream, you can touch it however you’d like.”
Mr Grant reached out and brushed his hand over the omega’s ass, and then teased its cunt. The omega didn’t respond, its face completely blank, staring ahead even when some of the squirt got into its eyes. The only sign of consciousness was the occasional twitches and stronger jets as the omega’s orgasms rolled over it, continuous or consecutive. The squirting fountains didn’t have consistent streams, it seemed, but Mr Grant sort of liked that.
He pressed two of his fingers into its cunt, admiring the wetness. He found the little disk inside, prodding it, but it didn’t move. The stream got stronger for a moment, though.
“I’m taking this one.” Ryder nodded, walking up to mark down its number.
Mr Grant wandered the displays until he found another he particularly liked. This omega was upright, forced into the splits on a raised platform. Its back was arched, and it shot water out its mouth forward in a strong stream. It moaned softly as he watched it, and he reached under it to play with the permanent vibrator and thrusting dildo installed into it.
“This one as well. Do you have any anal features in positions that might compliment this one?”
Ryder led him over to another omega that he hadn’t seen yet. It was in a handstand position, though obviously not bearing its own weight. Its legs were open in a vertical split, but tilted with the back leg angled down and the front leg pointing up. Its back was arched, and its asshole was streaming water behind it. Its eyes were closed, but its toes twitched from where they were forced into points.
But it didn’t have a vibrator or dildo. He frowned. “Do you have any of the constant pleasure variety in this pose?” Even though he didn’t want this one, he slipped three fingers into its cunt to feel for a g-spot vibrator, but there was none. He appreciated denial, but he liked the torture of constant orgasm more.
Ryder glanced at his tablet for a few moments before shaking his head. “Unfortunately not. Would you like one custom ordered?”
Mr Grant nodded immediately. “Yes, I do think they should match. My groundskeeper will come pick them all up when the custom is ready.”
Ryder nodded. “Perfect, I’ll set the others aside for you. Would you like anything else today?”
Mr Grant thought for a moment. “Order some of that sun protectant. I do like garden parties.” He intended to install the features in the fountain in his foyer for the majority of the time.
“Of course! Thank you for your business, sir.”
Mr Grant smiled. “I’m sure I’ll be back.” He could always build more fountains to fill with lovely water features.