There was a young omega girl screaming. She was being dragged by her hair to an auction block, placed into the stock. “This one is 18 and fertile! Untrained so price will be taken down.” The man holding Host’s leash, looked down. “How would you like to have a friend, Omega?”

Markus shifted. He didn’t want anyone else to go through this fate, but he knew how bad other people could be.
“It- it’d be nice..”, he mumbled quietly. He was scared to say anything, as he always was. It was no wonder, he had been owned since he had presented as omega.

“Alpha’s.” The last one was the hardest, and he sighed. He knew the other was infertile and blind but why did he have to be disobedient?

Host cried out more loudly, in pain, sobbing and shaking on top of the other’s lap. “A-al-alp-pha-’s-”.

/oh! Do you have any dom muse blogs??

/ well @never-missed-you has but

/ I dont feel like domming right now, sorry

Garren whimpered softly, tugging on the leash around his neck. He had a ball gag in his mouth, and his ear was tagged. “We have an 18 year old Omega! It is fertile and virgin, with a 2 inch cocklet. It has had training but is still unbred. Bid starts at $1000!” The cage was cramped and he eventually gave up at tugging.

/ Host is a smol omega, i dont see a way to properly answer this, sorry

Hey’s laying amongst the bags of garbage—his brethren

/ what?

“Their.” His voice was firm, and he moved to his thigh.

Host was sobbing, crying out at each new hit. “T-the-their-”.

“To obey.” Another smack.

Host sobbed at the hit, jolting. “t-to ob-obe-y-”, he sobbed.

He brought his hand down hard on the omega’s ass. It left a noticable red mark. “Repeat after me. Omega’s are-“

Host cried out at the hit, a soft sob leaving his lips.
“O-ome-ga’s a-are”, he copied.

He continued to spank him, until he stopped at 6. “Pants down, Host.” He would try to get the other to understand.

Host would be teary-eyed if he had any eyes to cry with. He hated this, he hated being hurt. When he was commanded to, he obeyed, getting up just to pull down his pants and lay back down over the other’s lap.

“Come be daddy’s filthy little fucktoy. I’ll pound all your little fuck holes with my thick fat cock and make you scream and moan so loud everybody in the house will hear your pathetic little scream. Everybody will know who you belong to and how much of a filthy whore you are for daddy.” The Anon purred, taking the other’s chin in a tight grip. /to your muse, not you!

Host gasped when he was grabbed, cheeks flushing red. He knew this was a stranger, but his body decided not to care, as he got slightly aroused from just those words. He bit his lip, with the slightest of nods.