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Yue Wuhuan startled awake, coming to many realizations at once, but primarily that this couldn’t be real. Or maybe, more so, that his dreams of a sweet life, with someone soft of his own to protect and guard from the world, a stupid dream of a child, could have once been his. Yue Wuhuan knew better. He knew he was filth. He knew his role in this world. His owners said it often enough: “breeding bitch”. And with this, the bars of his dog cage came into focus, as well as the aching pain throughout his body, primarily in his feet and ankles, as whoever threw him in here last wasn’t careful in the least.
Yue Wuhuan was very familiar with his cage, rusted metal bars, stained with his own fluids and that of occupants past, but strong enough he couldn’t bend the bars, although that may have been the constant state of starvation his owners kept him in. It made sure he wouldn’t have a heat cycle on his own, just the ones they supplemented to him for their pleasure. The cage was just small enough for him to curl over his knees or onto his side, but not to sit upright, let alone stand or stretch, but Yue Wuhuan was used to the ache and burn of cramping muscles and bruised bones. He was also familiar with the fluids leaking from his body, and the overpowering alpha stench that coated his body. He could still feel the grabbing hands, the thrusting alphas, the endless knots.
When Yue Wuhuan was first sent to this place, the Golden Phoenix Manor, he was so full of hope, so young, having not even experienced his first heat. But his scent of warm feathers, soft embers, and cinnamon had emerged, along with his striking beauty, and he was sold to a “training school”, a place to train young mortal omegas with promise, and even the hope to be more than their rank. Omegas, unless revered by a powerful alpha, were the lowest caste, and mortal omegas even more so. Many used them for a quick power-up, a band-aid if you will, for low energy, often leaving the omegas depleted or even dead if they were not careful or able to keep up with the energy pulled from their bodies by alphas. Betas could also pull from omegas, but unless they had the money to pay, or truly lucked out finding a lone omega in heat and force-bonding, they often had no power or will to force an omega to submit to this degradation, and no push to find an omega to force them to submit.
Yue Wuhuan flashed to his first heat, in which he was lavished upon by only the highest-ranked or paying guests, treated with care, or at least as much care as an omega could beg for. Yes, it was forceful, and unwanted, and filthy, but nothing compared to what was to come. In the early years, with his beauty, they could sell his body for the highest bid, and rarely too, as scarcity kept the market fresh and the demand for his soul, his energy, so pure and bright, high. But as time wore on, his soul and energy became tainted, the filth forced upon him sank past his flesh and into his very soul. He was then sold more often, lowering the barrier to entry, and allowing any with the funds to have a turn. The Yue Wuhuan angered his owners, as he so often did, but his attitude, his fight, his anger at the world and those who would do this to him, force their filth upon him, no longer drew the crowds and funds, and only served to anger those he was supposed to obediently serve.
He was withdrawn from the lavish rooms, the ones with pillows and baths, and thrown into the heat dens, where they pumped him full of medications to bring on endless waves of heat, giving him a small cubicle-style stall, with filthy fabric all that separated him from his neighbors enduring the same fate. Yue Wuhuan knew why he was sent here, but never stopped fighting, even refusing the dosed food and water, refusing all food and water, longing for death, for any escape. But as soon as he would collapse, attendants would pour medicated water down his throat, and rouse him for another round. He could feel the grime from countless alphas upon his skin, his scent faded from the rough abuse, the lack of nutrition, and the lack of baths permitted, as they were seen as a waste on those of such low rank, it’s not like cultivators could pick up diseases from mortals anyway.
Yue Wuhuan remembered his first day in the heat den, awakening from a night pushed past his limits, and already in raging heat, his body betraying him, not for the first time. His throat was collared and chained to the corner of his stall, a small, stained mattress in the corner, with a stool at the end. An attendant with empty eyes watched him wake, before pulling a small cord and opening the curtains at the front of the stall. An alpha lumbered in, smelling of potatoes and dirt. He shoved down his loose, stained pants, grabbed Yue Wuhuan by the hips, and quickly pulled his robes off his body. Yue Wuhuan, used to the cruel alphas of the Manor, assumed this one paid extra for a special fantasy, but that didn’t explain his stench or attire. Even at the angriest, Yue Wuhuan never serviced men of this low caliber, likely not even a cultivator, and clearly not a noble’s wayward son looking for some relief in turn for a favour to the Manor owners.
The alpha gave him no time to think, as his thick fingers quickly thrust into his already weeping hole, before the alpha brought them to his mouth and licked. “Nothin’ quite like a breeding bitch ready for a proper man to stuff a litter in.” The man’s gruff drawl and heavy breathing were all the warning Yue Wuhuan got before he thrust fully and painfully in. No matter how many he had serviced, he still needed warming up, even in the depth of heat, his body would only betray him more by not allowing the solace of peace, or the hope this would be over soon. The alpha grunted and bullied his way into Yue Wuhuan’s flesh, forcing the half-inflated knot in, before it was ready, bruising Yue Wuhuan’s hips with his grasp. Yue Wuhuan, determined to show no weakness, to not give this man his fantasy, and to hang on to any scrap of his tattered dignity, gave not a sound or facial movement. This only seemed to spur the alpha on more, thrusting harder, with force that would have broken his bones, if not for the throat-clearing cough of the attendant. The alpha fucked his way to completion, muttering phrases about “breeding” and this “better take”, more to himself than Yue Wuhuan. Soon the man knotted in Yue Wuhuan, a rush of cum filled him, and as he waited for the knot to deflate, the alpha kept stroking his stomach.
As soon as his knot deflated, the alpha lost interest, grabbed a washcloth from the attendant to clean himself, before throwing it at Yue Wuhuan’s face as he pulled up his pants and walked out. The attendant opened the curtains Yue Wuhuan didn’t see close, grabbed the cloth to wipe down Yue Wuhuan’s hole, and retook his place by the cord, allowing another alpha to walk in. Yue Wuhuan was also familiar with these fantasies, but normally he had more of a break to renew energy to be more fulfilling to the second alpha. This alpha, smaller than the first, lept onto the mattress before thrusting into Yue Wuhuan with vigor. This alpha, smelling of old coal dust and little else, used the fluids from the first to quickly open Yue Wuhuan and force his way inside. He fully seated himself before doing tight thrusts into Yue Wuhuan, forcefully grabbing onto Yue Wuhuan’s own cock. He never stopped his little rabbit thrusts the whole time, pushing Yue Wuhuan lightly across the filthy mattress, until the collar pulled tight, stopping their forward movement. He kept thrusting with wild abandon, but also pulled harshly on Yue Wuhuan, trying to milk anything he could, despite Yue Wuhuan trying to resist. However, so deep in his heat, Yue Wuhuan’s body was in control, and his mind was hazy from the malnutrition and medications to force him to be docile and his body receptive. This alpha used the time he had so clearly paid for, milking every second he could of it, before his stuttering grunt and a final slam into Yue Wuhuan’s body had him knotted so tightly to Yue Wuhuan that any movement was painful. This did not deter this alpha, who seemed to delight in the clasping of Yue Wuhuan’s hole from his own release, soon turned red from the force of the knot pulling out, then being forced harshly back in. This continued on, and on, and on, until the alpha had depleted himself, both in energy and cum, his knot so trivial it might as well not have been there. This alpha then slowly pulled himself from Yue Wuhuan, before shoving his fingers roughly into him, scooping up their combined fluids, and slurping them down, as he sauntered out, uncaring of his own still dripping dick and state of undress.
The attendant once again came over, wiped Yue Wuhuan down with the same cloth, and forced some tainted water down his throat, as he readjusted Yue Wuhuan’s body on the mattress, so he could take a full breath once more. Once the tasks were complete, the attendant once again opened the curtain. This one, smelling of boiled cabbage and salt, didn’t say a word, pulling his member out of his robes and thrusting into Yue Wuhuan with no warning or acknowledgment. He came quickly, then pulled out his sutra book and a travel ink set, placed the book on Yue Wuhuan’s back, and began copying sutras, waiting for his knot to deflate. This time, all of the friction and dehydration had caught up to Yue Wuhuan, and the cloth came away tinged pink. The attendant tossed this cloth in the bin just outside the curtains, grabbed a new cloth, and poured a little water on it, a scant kindness, but the only one Yue Wuhuan had seen in quite a time, before welcoming in the next alpha.
The next alpha in, a hunkling brute who clearly enjoyed the blood left behind on Yue Wuhuan’s body. He roughly grabbed Yue Wuhuan by the hips, dragging his now limp and exhausted body to the edge of the mattress, bending him in such a way that only his toes could barely brush the floor, before the alpha thrust in aggressively. Yue Wuhuan’s hips banged against the mattress and were quickly rubbed raw by the heavy thrusts slapping against him. Suddenly, another alpha brushed past the curtains, where Yue Wuhuan briefly caught the sound and scent of others suffering his same fate. He tried to refocus on the approaching alpha, but the one mounting him, lost to rut, growled loudly. This new alpha, also lost to rut and drawn to the scent of an omega in heat, started to reach for the alpha thrusting into him. Yue Wuhuan couldn’t see what happened next, with his face being forced into the mattress, but he felt a hand leave his hip and heard a sharp slap. With a growl, the encroaching alpha begrudgingly moved to the front of Yue Wuhuan and climbed on the mattress before pulling his pants down at Yue Wuhuan’s eye level.
The alpha behind him allowed this, but slapped Yue Wuhuan on the ass and gripped him further, claws digging deep bloody furrows into both sides of his hips and down his thighs. The alpha in front of him growled at him to open his mouth, before he roughly pushed a thumb in. He rubbed along the inside of his cheek, humming with approval, as he pressed his thumb down on his tongue, prying his jaw open, and roughly thrusting his dick inside. This seemed to set off a territorial rut between the two alphas, each pushing Yue Wuhuan harder and faster, uncaring of how roughly they treated him, as they sought to be the ruler of his body. Both seemed to hold out on their own release during this competition, Yue Wuhuan growing weaker the more they drew from his body and power source. As they kept thrusting into him, Yue Wuhuan fought to stay conscious, to remember their faces, so that he knew who’s evil had been upon him, had been inside him.
Even as the pain started to push his body past the limits of even an omega in heat, he fought just a little harder, not knowing what he would awake to, if he would wake up at all. Right as Yue Wuhuan started to think this was the preferable option, the alpha both gave final thrusts, knotting him at almost the same time. Yue Wuhuan’s mouth was stretched so far open from the knot, he couldn’t close it if he tried. As the musky, salty fluid flowed, filling him from both ends, beginning to spill from his stretched and overused holes, Yue Wuhuan decided to let go, because his anger and rage at the filth and indignities he endured were not worth remembering all of the vile things happening to his body.
This continued long past a natural heat, extended with the help of medications, making Yue Wuhuan weaker and weaker every day this dragged on. He still fought to not take any more medications, choosing to slip into unconsciousness so that he did not have to endure the filth inflicted upon his body, but whenever he worked, he still felt the stains and pains inflicted upon it. However, as he grew ever weaker, so did his value, soon, not only was he sold to lower-caste alphas, but also to betas with the funds to spare, and then to anyone who wished for a quick release. His beauty still being a great draw, he was still brought out to less discerning, high power alphas, who indulged whatever demented fantasies the owners wouldn’t allow on their better behaved furances and cash cows.
This left Yue Wuhuan weak in body, if still strong in spirit, but even the owners who wanted every scrap of value out of him began to note his diminishing condition. Knowing that he drew the constant and unending funds of lower mortals, they knew they had to keep him alive, even to fund their own private fantasies, and one day potentially extract any and all children from him, who, if half as beautiful, would be worth the hassle to raise and train properly in the way of the burnished flowers. In an effort to preserve some of his reserves, they began to give him days “off,” locked in the deepest dungeon, in a kennel, not even fit for a medium-sized mutt, whenever his body gave out. This allowed him to be force fed and more fluids shoved down his throat, while also creating a scarcity in the market, which once again drew interest in Yue Wuhuan.
It was one of these days, Yue Wuhuan awoke, and yet again mourned the lack of death in his own burning hell of filth. Even his skin, which was only washed by a cold bucket of slightly murky water, still smelled of the many, many alphas whom he serviced the previous days, sickly slick, sour medication, and the almost feline urine smell that wafted off bodies forced to sweat for many days with no break or proper wash. He normally was allowed a quick soak in a chilly pool once a week, to wash off the grime and fluids, and so that the owners could profit a bit more on a “cleansed” day. Clearly this had yet to occur, but Yue Wuhuan hoped he would collapse in the shallow tub and drown this time, as even some semblance of a clean death was surely better than what awaited him the longer he lived in this wretched world.
That is when he caught the first waft of smoke.