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Fill: Stray, Joe/Nicky a/b/o, taking care of omega!Booker (tw noncon, slavery) 1/?
Date: 2020-10-15 01:53 am (UTC)Whomever had made them, they were clearly injured; they'd been dragging one foot and small splatters of blood splotched the nearby vegetation. They didn't even catch the heat-scent until they were nearly on him.
The man was bent nearly double, catching his breath in short gasps. He was dressed in a ragged gray tunic several sizes too large for him, and no trousers. His feet were bare, and the blood they'd noticed was trickling down his leg. Hearing them approach he snapped upright, turning wild storm-colored eyes on them. Joe thought he'd be handsome enough were his hair not lank and shaggy, and were he not filthy and clearly scared out of his mind. His panicked gaze flicked between the two of them, one arm coming up as if to potentially ward off a blow. It was only then that Joe noticed the shackle on his other wrist, a length of broken chain dangling from it. His stomach turned; this omega had not been bonded by choice.
Bless Nicky, ever the caretaker and soother of frightened creatures. He approached the man slowly, his voice soft and his hands open. The man shuddered all over but stood his ground as Nicky nodded for Joe to come join him.
"This is Sebastian. He needs a place to stay tonight. We can do that, yes?"
Joe nodded.
"Of course. These woods are wretchedly cold at night; come and get warm and have something to eat."
The very thought of food seemed to sap all Sebastian's remaining strength; he sagged against Nicky, hunger pangs doubling him over again. Joe didn't hesitate to scoop him up. He was a tall gangly thing, but disturbingly thin. The tunic shifted as Sebastian settled in his arms and Joe realized he very nearly could count his ribs. Whomever had bonded him, they didn't deserve the title of Alpha.
Sebastian pressed a burning cheek into Joe's chest as they walked, mumbling incoherently, and Nicky reached over with a frown to palm the back of his neck. He'd noticed what Joe had quickly realized; their new charge was feverish, and not simply in heat. As they exited the treeline into the warm yellow porch light, Nicky ran ahead to alert Nile and Andy, and get his kit ready.
At the threshold Sebastian blinked awake, sea-gray eyes foggy and confused.
"Where---?"
"A safe place, sweet one. You are among friends here."
The smile Sebastian turned on him was heartbreaking.
"Love you, Steven..."
Fill: Stray, Joe/Nicky a/b/o, taking care of omega!Booker (tw noncon, slavery) 2/?
Date: 2020-10-15 02:21 am (UTC)As he lay on the table Sebastian hardly made a sound apart from distressed panting, eyes squeezed shut as Nicky went to work. Nile concentrated on bathing his face, washing away the grime, old blood and febrile sweat. How could anyone do this to their omega? A bonding meant love, didn't it? The way Sebastian had apparently been treated was nothing like love. She paused her ministrations to press the damp cloth more firmly against his forehead, and he sighed gratefully.
"Meta, you don't have to, you know..."
She brushed aside a floppy forelock.
"I want to."
He squeezed Andy's hand, the one currently grasping his.
"M'si..."
His accent was faintly French; was he trying to thank her?
The horrid chain removed, Nicky reached for his medical kit and gestured to Andy to help turn Sebastian so he could check him over. No sooner were her hands under him, but Sebastian tried to roll himself, seeking to raise his hips, head low. Instinctively trying to present himself for use. Joe's gentle hands stopped him.
"Shhhhhh, little brother. None of that. You don't ever have to do that here. We just want to help you."
Sebastian looked up at him fearfully, but slowly nodded. He trusted Joe. Still holding their hands, he trembled but let Nicky examine him. When he straightened up his expression was grim.
"His wrist and collarbone are broken. There are chafing ulcers where the shackle bit, he's severely malnourished and fighting some kind of infection. He also miscarried recently, and I found..."
He trailed off, rubbing at his eyes.
"There are scars, all over his groin, thighs and back. Some are bites, others look to be stab wounds or lacerations."
A bastardized form of claiming bite. Joe was not unfamiliar with the practice of 're-claiming' one's omega with each mating; some omegas wore their Alpha's marks with pride. Sebastian, though, it didn't appear that he'd had a choice in the matter, and that was something Joe could never endorse.
"Let's treat the wounds and get him to bed, then we'll all have a meal, yes?"
Re: Fill: Stray, Joe/Nicky a/b/o, taking care of omega!Booker (tw noncon, slavery) 2/?
Date: 2020-10-15 02:48 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Stray, Joe/Nicky a/b/o, taking care of omega!Booker (tw noncon, slavery) 2/?
Date: 2020-10-15 08:25 am (UTC)"Love you, Steven..."
At first I thought this is a typo but then it struck me! Goddamit that bastard!
OP
Fill: Stray, Joe/Nicky a/b/o, taking care of omega!Booker (tw noncon, slavery) 3/?
Date: 2020-10-16 04:04 am (UTC)"It's enough, Steven! I promise it's enough! I'm your good boy, I'll do it for you, always, just please make her give me the pain stuff.. "
Nile carded her fingers through his hair.
"You're doing so good, honey. Almost done."
As they finished up disinfecting and bandaging the wounds, casting and wrapping a sling around his arm, Sebastian sighed and gingerly drew Joe down to him. Chapped lips pressed to Joe's throat; a submissive's kiss. A promise of loyalty and unspoken offering of gratitude. Joe kissed the top of his head as he gathered him up.
"Time for bed, sweet one."
Glancing around the room that had been designated as his, Sebastian seemed confused but too exhausted to struggle. Joe easily wiped him down with a wet cloth and changed him into some well-worn sleep pants and a sweatshirt. Then he carefully propped him up in bed and covered him with several spare quilts. As thin as he was, Sebastian had no natural protection from the cold. Suddenly finding himself warm, comfortable and in much less pain really seemed to drive home that he was safe and among people he could trust. He was out like a light in moments. Joe tucked the blankets higher up his chest and left a dim lamp on for him as he went to find the others.
Nile and Andy were sitting at the table watching across the kitchen as Nicky cooked. The ladies were sharing sips from a bottle of vodka, and Nile offered it to Joe.
"So how does an omega even get that bad? Like, shouldn't his Alpha be able feel through the bond that he's suffering?"
"Bond neglect," Nicky chimed in, chopping up carrots as if they'd personally wronged him, "it's rare, but not unheard of. Usually in cases where the Alpha dies or is otherwise separated from their bonded, but it can occur in situations of abuse also. The bond is not nurtured, but neglected, used against the omega, and it withers and dies. An omega can quickly become very, very ill when the bond is depleted. It is lucky we found Sebastian when we did; I very much doubt he'd have lasted the night."
Andy took a swig, mulling that over.
"You think this 'Steven' was his Alpha?"
"If he was, he was a shitty one. But that's to be discovered when he wakes. Come crush the garlic for me, sorrelina?"
The stew soon filled the cabin with delicious smells. A second pot contained rice cooked down in bone broth to a thin, watery gruel. Easy to digest for a starving omega. Joe brought the bowl, some pain medicine and water in to Sebastian. The omega blinked awake at the clack of the tray on the nightstand. Joe perched gently on the edge of the bed, palming his brow and peering into his eyes.
"You're not as hot as before, that's progress. Are you here with us, little brother?"
Again, that wan smile twitched Sebastian's lips.
"I like when you call me that. Easier to tell... what's real."
Re: Fill: Stray, Joe/Nicky a/b/o, taking care of omega!Booker (tw noncon, slavery) 3/?
Date: 2020-10-16 09:11 am (UTC)At least he’s safe now and they will take care of him.
Re: Fill: Stray, Joe/Nicky a/b/o, taking care of omega!Booker (tw noncon, slavery) 3/?
Date: 2020-10-16 09:51 pm (UTC)Fill: Stray, Joe/Nicky a/b/o, taking care of omega!Booker (tw noncon, slavery, forced abortion) 4/?
Date: 2020-10-19 01:37 am (UTC)"You are not Steven. You are Joe. He is Nicky, not a ghost I met in the forest. The ladies are Andy and Nile. Lovely to know all of you."
"So who's Steven, anyhow? You talked a lot about him while you were out of it."
The omega ducked his head as if he'd been slapped, suddenly very interested in the surface of his oatmeal. He answered without looking at them.
"Steven was...is, I suppose, technically---my Alpha. Steven Merrick, of Merrick Pharmaceuticals. He took over the company from his father. I was working for him as a lab assistant to pay for my tuition; it was that or the army and I hate marching. He found out I was an omega---I suppose someone must have scented it on me at some point. It turned out he happened to need an omega, for use in developing things like scent-mask, heat-inducers, suppressants, all manner of pheromone-based drugs. But he couldn't just say so outright; it's nominally illegal to experiment on living omegas. so---he promoted me instead. I was to assist him personally; manage his files and schedule, keep his office tidy, all that. Over time he....he made made me believe, that he was in love with me. Suddenly we were having sex in his office, and every time I'd feel the strangest little pinch in my shoulder or back. He'd play it off, but now I suspect he was taking samples from me."
Sebastian paused, suddenly gulping his remaining coffee as if it were a shot of whiskey.
"I suppose my pheromones did not perform to his expectations, because he became irritated with me. He would curse at me and accuse me of failing any task he set me, because I was a stupid, slutty little omega who couldn't do anything right."
His grasp on the mug tightened. Nile reached over to rub his shoulder supportively as he closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath.
"The first time he hit me, I just...stood there in shock. There's no way that actually happened. Did that really just happen? No. I had to be imagining it. After all, Steven never said anything about it. Maybe I was just being overdramatic. But then it happened again---and again. And again. By then I'd had to drop out of school; Steven needed too much of my time. I wanted to drop off my withdrawal notice in person, but Steven wouldn't let me, and when I tried to go anyway...that's what got me the chain. He couldn't trust me with freedom of movement, he said, because a slut like me might just run off to fuck any Alpha cock he could find. So I started...sleeping on a pallet, in a little cubicle in Steven's office. He fed me when he decided I'd been obedient enough, and fucked me when it suited him and.....when...when I conceived...."
Nile had her arms around him by now, Joe squeezing one of his hands.
"When I conceived, he brought in his bodyguard Keane, to beat and kick me until I stopped being pregnant. This last time, just recently---I felt my baby, my pup, die inside me. I could feel his little life just....stop. I...I suppose I went a bit mad just then; I remember someone wailing, and yanking at the chain with all my might. I felt a horrid snap, but I was free. I remember---running. I think I knocked down his secretary, actually. Keane tried to catch me, but I made for the woods. The forest was haunted, I'd always been told, so it made sense he'd not look for me there."
As Nicky leaned in to kiss Sebastian's forehead the omega gave him a tentative little smile.
"And it was, by a kindly ghost and his good-hearted husband, and their lovely ladyfriends. Thank god for that."
Re: Fill: Stray, Joe/Nicky a/b/o, taking care of omega!Booker (tw noncon, slavery, forced abortion)
Date: 2020-10-19 10:36 am (UTC)Fill: Stray, Joe/Nicky a/b/o, taking care of omega!Booker (tw noncon, slavery, forced abortion) 5/?
Date: 2021-01-25 09:11 am (UTC)"We are...some might call us mercenaries. We go where we are needed, helping those in danger. Removing violent elements from the world. We do not heed boundaries of nation or ideology; we do as we feel is right."
Sebastian watched as Andy calmly whetted a machete.
"Thank the saints you felt it right to help me.. "
He started to say something else, but his attention was suddenly captured by something outside. Instantly all four others were armed, hackles raised. The scent they'd caught was disturbingly familiar: traces of it had been on Sebastian the night they'd found him. The man strolling out of the woods was a massive, muscle-bound brute whose demeanor screamed 'Special Forces'. He wore all black, from his tactical shades to his combat boots, and Joe spotted at least two holstered guns on him. He turned to address the others, but Sebastian was already bolting past him with rage in his eyes. He launched himself off the porch, slamming the man to the ground and beating him with his good arm. The others surrounded him in an instant, weapons trained on the interloper. The omega sneered in disgust as Nicky helped him to his feet.
"This is Thomas Keane, Steven's bodyguard. This is the man who killed my babies."
Re: Fill: Stray, Joe/Nicky a/b/o, taking care of omega!Booker (tw noncon, slavery, forced abortion)
Date: 2021-02-01 01:33 pm (UTC)Just a hint, this fill post is mostly closed even I just stumbled here by accident, because I clicked the wrong link. If you post this on the new fill post more people will see this!
Re: Fill: Stray, Joe/Nicky a/b/o, taking care of omega!Booker (tw noncon, slavery, forced abortion)
Date: 2022-06-06 04:34 pm (UTC)