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Gideon Nav lived a life chock full of unfair and unwarranted indignities. From birth the universe had seemed determined to heap unpleasantness on her already overflowing plate. So it really should not have been that much of a surprise when, at the age of 14 she presented as an omega. No one had ever thought it necessary to explain the intricacies of secondary sexes to Gideon. Everything she knew about alphas, betas, and omegas she'd learned from her contraband magazines. As such she had something of a confused and skewed idea of the subject. In her pulp adventure comics omegas were the kind of swooning, volatile necromancers who practically needed their cavaliers to help them stay standing and set constructs on anyone who said good morning the wrong way. Or else they were the cohort recruits who had bought their way in, couldn't swing a sword to save their lives, and existed largely for comic relief. In her more prurient rags omegas spent a majority of their time on their backs or their knees and were depicted with crossed eyes and lolling open mouths more often than not.
For Gideon, who had spend her entire life dreaming of her future as solider and war hero, finding herself in the same category was these weak and foolish caricatures was devastating. Once she recovered from the ordeal of her first heat she subsequently fell into a deep malaise bad enough that she did not even want to train. She was only pulled out of it when Aiglamene, in a tone as close to tender as she had ever gotten, told her that the Cohort was full of fine soldiers who happened to be omegas and despite what some old fashioned people thought being one would have no effect on her ability to fight. It was also in that conversation that she learned that all cohort soldiers who weren't betas were required to be on heat or rut blockers. This information redoubled her determination to enlist. Gideon was the only person with a need for heat blockers on the Ninth the vast majority of the population having left behind the season of life when heats or ruts were a concern, so it was not considered worth it to order them just for her. The only other Ninth denizens of reproductive age were Ortus who a beta and Harrowhark who was yet to show any sign of her secondary sex.
So three or four times a year Gideon suffered through days of wet, boiling discomfort, locked in her cell, getting forearm cramps trying to satisfy the horrible empty need gnawing at her like a feral animal. Every other moment of her life she dedicated to her single minded quest to escape the Ninth House for good.
Gideon's first sign of her oncoming heat was a dull ache low in her abdomen. At first she tried to ignore it, chalking it up to a dodgy batch of snow leak mush. But as time wore on and the ache only got lower and more acute she could not deny the truth. She was training with Aiglamene and the sword master noticed her discomfort. The years had made her familiar with the stiff way her pupil was holding herself. This did not compel her to ease up her training regiment.
"Finish strong solider!" She barked as Gideon staggered and swung wide, missing her target by inches. Panting she dragged her body back into stance. She was drenched in sweat now and beginning to shiver. Gritting her teeth she refocused on the target dummy trying to ignore the pressure building inside her and the heat prickling over her suddenly hypersensitive skin.
When Aiglamene finally dismissed her Gideon could barely walk straight. She staggered her way to her cell, bolted the door, and stripped off every stitch of clothing before collapsing onto her cot. The perpetual chill of Drearburh usually necessitated layers of clothes to stay anywhere close to comfortable but now even completely naked she poured sweat. Her whole body was flushed and quivering.
Gideon had learned the hard way that trying ignore her heat only prolonged the ordeal. Years of trial and error had given her a strategy that reliably shortened her heats to at maximum four days. It wasn't a complicated strategy. It mostly involved exhausting herself with orgasms until she passed out, waking up, gulping down water and nutrient paste, jerking off for another few hours, rinse, repeat. This was tiring but effective. The only real obstacle was her lack of resources. Gideon did quite well with just her fingers. Her dexterity and digital strength were points of pride. But even she got tired and sore after hours of repetitive strain. Eventually she would find herself reduced to humping her bunched up blanket or tiny flat pillow, rubbing herself raw on the coarse fabric and soaking it with slick. It was an unfortunate truth that no matter what she did she ended up chafed, exhausted, and thoroughly demoralized by the end of her heat.
The evening passed in a hot wet blur. She had no concept of time, exhaustion and hunger her only reference points. Hours later Gideon lay spent and panting on her cot, her cunt still pulsing with need but her body too tired to move. Through her haze she heard the rasp of a key in a lock. She looked up in alarm to see the door swing open revealing a small dark figure. Immediately she was hit by a tidal wave of sent. It was indescribable. Her body flexed involuntarily and her already throbbing cunt convulsed. Even before she stepped into the weak light of her lantern Gideon knew the figure was Harrow. The scent wasn't Harrow's scent but it was in there, buried under the overwhelming musk. The implication of this took a moment to synthesis in her overheated brain but when it finally did it sent shock and fear coursing through her. Harrow was in rut. Tiny, spindly, necromantically wasted Harrow was an alpha and was in the throws of likely her first ever breeding cycle.
Harrow wavered in the doorway, swaying slightly like she was in a trance. The small amount of higher reasoning left to Gideon told her she should punt Harrow out of the cell as fast as possible and bar the door. That part of her brain however was slowly drowning in the combined flood of her heat and Harrow's scent. A very real, increasingly loud part of her brain was telling her to roll over and present herself, to show off her leaking cunt and beg Harrow to fill it. This impulse she fought with a ferocity she usually reserved for holding back from running Crux through with her sword.
Harrow finally stumbled into the cell. She was breathing hard. Up close Gideon could see that her paint was smudged and a few sections had rubbed away leaving an unsettling glimpse of her bare skin. Gideon dragged herself to sit up.
"Get out Nonagesimus" she croaked, "fuck off and go deal with your shit on your own, like you've made me do for years." Harrow blinked at her like she'd just realized Gideon was there.
"I said get out!" She yelled, struggling to her feet with the intent to shove Harrow back outside.
It happened so fast she had no time to process it. Skeletal arms sprang into being and shoved Gideon back down into her cot. She yelled and struggled trying to shake them off but it was no good. The constructs flipped her onto her back and pinned her arms above her head.
"Harrow! Ah! Fuck! Harrow let me go. This is fucked, snap out of it!
She was beginning to really panic now. Harrow hadn't moved from where she stood near the door. She was still and silent, face strangely blank. Gideon kicked and bucked, trying to wrench her arms free with no success. The phalanges had merged into thick bone cuffs shackling her to the frame of the cot.
Harrow finally moved. She advanced on Gideon like a sleepwalker. Gideon tried to kick her as soon as she was in range but Harrow flicked her wrist and long undulating strips of bone shot out and snapped around her ankles. She growled and thrashed as her legs were bent and spread apart. More bone straps snapped on below her knees binding her calves tight to her thighs. She was left immobile, splayed open, and completely at Harrow's mercy.
Harrow was at the end of her cot. Their eyes met. The patches of her face Gideon could see were darkly flushed. Sweat poured down her forehead further smearing her paint. She was panting, her open mouth glistening, pupils blown wide. The warm brownish black of her irises overtaken by the deep perfect black of her pupils.
"Harrow if you don't cut this out right now I swear I will beat your ass so hard they'll be hearing your screams echo around Drearburh another myriad from now! ," Gideon yelled. She tried again to struggle, bared her teeth uselessly at Harrow. Her cunt, exposed to the cold air, quivered and gushed out more slick. She was horrified at the way her body reacted to Harrow's scent and presence against her will. Even her disgust and fear could not dampen the strength of her heat.
Some string holding Harrow seemed to snap and she swooped down on Gideon like a diving bat. She dove her face into Gideon cunt, taking great snuffling breaths against her folds. Gideon yelped and jerked even as her cunt throbbed against Harrow's face. Harrow's lips worked clumsily against her, lapping at her, rubbing and burrowing at her opening. Gideon panted. The stimulation was uneven and erratic but it still made her quiver and clench. Her stomach jumped and shuddered with each swipe of Harrow's tongue. Harrow did not seem at all interested in Gideon's pleasure she mostly seemed to be trying to get as much of her slick onto her face as possible. Yet Gideon's heightened state meant that even this un-artful stimulation was enough to have her shaking. Her back arched, grinding involuntarily against Harrow's mouth. She screwed her eyes shut and dug her fingernails into her palms trying to shut out the feeling of Harrow's hot tongue moving against her. Horrible squirming pleasure was twisting up in her guts. She was making painfully embarrassing wet throaty sounds and couldn't seem to stop. Sooner than she would have thought possible she became aware that she was dangerous close to coming. She thrashed in renewed desperation to get away. She could not let Harrow make her come. It was too much, too horrible and violating and humiliating. her face burned and her whole body shook.
"Please, ah! please, Harrow stop, stop! ah! fuck! you can't, I can't, please!" She was babbling, panting desperately as Harrow, completely unheeding, continued to bury her face in Gideon's cunt. Pleasure arched through her. Her nails drew blood from her palms. Her hips jerked up and Gideon screamed as she began to pulse wildly against Harrow's tongue. Her whole body locked up. Harsh desperate moans that were almost sobs were forced out of her as her chest heaved. She felt her cunt gush, soaking her thighs and Harrow's face. Harrow continued licking and sucking at her as her climax waned. Gideon shuddered, hypersensitive and spent.
"Harrow," she groaned, 'too much, please, please!" Harrow still seemed completely deaf to her pleas. She did not let up and Gideon jerked and whined, desperate to get away from Harrow's mouth which now felt like fire against her. She whimpered, completely lost in overstimulation.
Finally, after what felt like a hundred hellish years Harrow pulled away. The paint on the lower half of her face was almost entirely gone. Her mouth and chin dripped with Gideon's slick. Gideon's whole body slumped in relief. Her cunt still twitched and pulsed and she felt raw and swollen.
She enjoyed only a moment of reprieve before skeletal hands grabbed her once again. Before she had time to do much more than yelp she was manhandled on to the cold cell floor and shoved down face first not at all gently. Bone cuffs fixed her wrists and shins to the floor, trapping her with her ass raised and her face pressed against the frigid stone. Gideon thrashed against her bindings with renewed vigor.
"Harrow!!!" she screamed, voice breaking, "snap out of it! fuck, fuck! let me up!! fuck you! let me go!!" She cringed as she felt Harrow loom behind her. She could hear her ragged breathing, smell the heady, overbearing scent of her rut. Behind her there was a hurried rustling of fabric and then Harrow's still gloved hands landed on her hips. Gideon redoubled her struggling as she felt the head of Harrow's cock press against her cunt.
"Harrow please, please don't," she was close to hysterical now. Her body was screaming for Harrow to thrust in her. The hot animal instinct inside of her was desperate for it. But the the part of Gideon's brain that still had a grasp on sanity roiled in revulsion at Harrow touching her this way. She knew there could be no recovery from this, from Harrow taking yet another thing from her as casually as she always did.
Harrow thrust forward in one jerky, too fast movement. Gideon yelped and cringed. It hurt. For some stupid reason she had not expected it to hurt. Her heat made her so slick and open she had not considered that being fully penetration for the first time in her life would be painful. She shook, still trying to wrench out of her bonds. Harrow hunched forward over her and made a low guttural noise in her throat that sounded horribly like a growl. Gideon let out a hysterical giggle, this was too much, too bizarre to be happening. Harrow draped over her growling like an animal. Harrow inside of her sitting hot and hard while Gideon clenched involuntarily around her. Her breath came in sharp little gasps. Her neck ached from the way her face was pressed against the cold stone floor.
Gideon shuddered as Harrow pulled back, her cock sliding easily in Gideon's slick. She set a clumsy and uneven pace, thrusting erratically without much rhythm. She hunched over Gideon, leather clad fingers digging into her hips. Gideon jerked and writhed with every thrust. The initial sharp pain was easing but a dull discomfort still remained, a nagging pulled muscle sensation every time Harrow thrust into her. She tried to focus on that and not on the pleasure that was starting to build in her. Whatever horror her mind felt her body wanted this. Her heat wanted nothing more than Harrow's cock working inside of her. Even as erratic and inexpert as she was, the fullness, the motion, the pungent sent of her slick mixed with Harrow's musk acted on her in an instinctual chemical way. The feeling made bile rise in Gideon's throat. It was worse than pain. Pain she was familiar with. Pain was a predicable known entity. This pleasure was an aberration, a betrayal of her body. She ground her teeth and bit her tongue bloody trying to escape it. Every thrust of Harrow's cock inside of her seemed to blot something out in her brain.
Harrow adjusted her hips and began jamming into her at a new angle which rubbed against something that made her pelvic muscles clench and jump. Gideon was making horrifying, desperate noises low her throat which came out strangled by the way her jaw was pressed into the floor. Her nails broke against the stone as she clawed at it in her mindless desperation to get away from Harrows erratic thrusts. Tears and snot poured down her face, mingling with the sweat and drool pooling around her mouth. Gideon was beyond begging, beyond reason. She could not escape from the knife sharp jolts of sensation running through her. Another climax was beginning to wind up, tight and horrible inside her. She fought desperately and futilely against it. The wet slap of Harrow's skin hitting hers filled her ears in maddening rhythm.
Harrow was grunting and panting above her. If she had been able to think at all Gideon would have been impressed by her stamina. Her necromantic frailty should have precluded this amount of vigorous activity but her rut seemed to have tapped some deep well of energy, much to Gideon's detriment.
Suddenly Harrow huffed and began snapping her hips fast and hard into her. Gideon thrashed and groaned, overwhelmed all over again by the increased pace. Every one of her muscles seem to seize and shiver. Her cunt spasmed in sharp ominous waves as her climax wound closer. She jerked her head and dug her shredded nails into the floor. Harrows cock felt like it was growing inside of her and she realized with sudden panic that it was her knot starting to swell. Harrow pounded into her and Gideon fought the sensation with everything she had but she was helpless to the hot unwanted pleasure crashing over her. With a broken howl her body arched and shook, her orgasm crashing over her in a great drowning wave. Her cunt pulsed wildly, hard enough that Harrow was almost forced out but she growled and shoved forward, grinding against Gideon as she gushed obscenely around Harrow's cock. Her clit twitched in time with the wild contractions of her pelvic and abdominal muscles. They were so powerful that her stomach cramped up and she whimpered wet and broken against the floor. Her hips jumped and spasmed. The feeling seemed to go on and on and on. Harrow, despite the way Gideon's cunt was clenched around her, did not let up. She recovered from her near expulsion and thrust away with renewed vigor. Gideon sobbed against the floor, her body racked with aftershocks. Her cunt was swollen and raw and her stomach was still clenching painfully. She shuddered and twitched as Harrow jab, jab, jabbed into her. Her knot was growing, stretching Gideon past endurance and dragging horribly against her sensitive walls.
Finally, Harrow groaned and gave three hard thrusts before shoving herself to the root inside Gideon and shuddering against her. Her knot ballooned to an absolutely ridiculous size and Gideon jerked, trying to get away from the burning stretch. She felt Harrow pulsing inside her and roiled in revulsion and panic. Her cunt clenched and spasmed around the swollen knot, locking them together.
A cold silence fell in the cell, broken only by Harrow's labored breaths and Gideon's wet sobs. Harrow seemed to lose strength all at once. She collapsed onto Gideon, trembling. Her cock was still pulsing inside her, her knot pressing maddeningly against Gideon's sensitive insides. Harrow's breath was hot and wet against her back. Gideon instinctively tried to squirm away which had the unfortunate result of Harrow's limp body sliding sideways to the floor. Gideon yelped and cringed as the knot trapped in her cunt was yanked by Harrow's falling body. Harrow was now hanging off her own knot and did not seem unwilling or able to right herself. The knot was fully locked so this did nothing except pull horribly on Gideon's already battered cunt. She whimpered frantically and tried to lower herself to ease the pressure but she was still bound to the floor at the wrist, ankle, and behind the knee so she could only awkwardly lean sideways in a way that hurt the opposite wrist and leg terribly as they pulled against the unveiling bone cuffs.
"Harrow," she pleaded, "fuck, Harrow let me go, let me the fuck go, I'm suck, you're stuck, I can't..." she panted with pain, it felt like her wrist was about to break, "Harrowhark!!" she screamed as an ominous popping sensation shot through her arm joints. Harrow jerked, she scrabbled in confused panic for a moment, yanking agonizingly on her trapped knot. Gideon bellowed in pain. Finally Harrow managed to claw her way upright and the bone restraints crumbled away. Gideon slumped sideways in relief, nearly landing on top of Harrow who was forced by their continued connection to follow her down.
Gideon lay on the freezing floor shuddering and twitching. Harrow shifted feebly behind her. She seemed to be trying to arrange herself so as little of their bodies as possible were touching.
"Stop moving." Gideon ground out through gritted teeth. "It hurts like fuck ever time you move." Harrow went still.
They lay there in a awkward and painful jumble of limbs. Harrow's leg was thrown up over Gideon's hip but she had shuffled her torso as far away as possible. She was still trembling and had begun muttering very quietly to herself. Gideon realized she was praying. Other than that there was complete icy silence between them. Gideon felt strangely blank. Her body, naked, bruised, and shivering on the floor was a thing entirely apart from herself. She was somewhere else, caught in a weird frozen stasis. Locked out from the tidal wave of horror that was building somewhere deep inside her.
Eventually Harrow's knot began to go down. The pressure in Gideon's cunt eased incrementally until finally Harrow's cock slipped out with a wet and humiliating noise. Harrow immediately scrambled away from her. Gideon did not move. She lay still with her back to Harrow unable to bear the thought of turning and looking at her. She heard Harrow struggle to her her feet and the rustle of her doing up her trousers. Then there was a moment of heavy silence during which she could feel Harrow's eyes boring into her back. Gideon remained motionless and the moment broke. Harrow staggered out of the cell, the door slamming behind her.
Gideon drifted, numb and beyond exhausted. She came to what must have been hours later, her body screaming with cold, her fingers and toes stiff and going purple. She dragged herself up into her cot and under her blankets where she lay shuddering. Feeling returned agonizingly go her extremities but she could not seem to get properly warm. Nor did sleep seem to want to take pity on her with unconsciousness.
Some time after the Secundarius bell had rung Crux appeared in her doorway with his robes pulled up over his nose. He shoved two pills at her and turned immediately to leave.
"Did your precious lady tell you what she did then?!" Gideon yelled after him "not so saintly and pure now is she!" But Crux had already slammed the door.
Burning with humiliated rage Gideon contemplated the pills. There was always the chance Harrow was doing away with her and that these would kill her. She found at the moment she could not bring herself to care. She downed the pills and when after a few minutes she showed no signs of dying, figured they were probably some kind of contraceptive. She fervently hoped they were at least.
She did not see the Reverend Daughter again for a long time. She had supposedly "taken ill" for a few days much to the alarm of her flock. But she returned, even more drawn and spindly than usual. Many days later Gideon spotted her from the training ground striding along a higher tier with a gaggle of stooped parishioners in tow. Harrow looked down at her for just for a moment and their eyes met. Harrow's face was a blank, painted mask. She looked away from Gideon immediately and turned off the main tier and out of sight.