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The Stables has been the premier breeding facility for decades now, the owners of it originally starting the venture to fulfil a specific need. But its popularity had grown by leaps and bounds until today, years later, there were over a dozen different locations scattered across the land. Some were attuned to a specific theme or taste, but many offered a variety of choices to fulfil any desire or need.

All of the breeding stock owned by the Stables - in all their locations - were carefully chosen for both aesthetic and ability. They only offered the finest of omegas to their clientele, whether it was for sheer enjoyment or for more selective breeding purposes. Purchasing or renting one of the omegas at the Stables guaranteed just the right little bitch one might be looking for, whether that was eager and needy or one of the more wild or recalcitrant omegas in need of a firmer hand and breaking in. Their heats were chemically controlled, able to be triggered within twelve hours of being contracted, meaning that even the most difficult of omegas could be brought to desperate heel within a matter of hours after being selected. Their strict training regime and methods of breaking in all their fine stock had become so popular that many of the Stable locations now also offered select services to elite clients to break in their own omegas for them, should the task prove difficult or challenging with certain strong-willed or stubborn omegas.

Their reputation well-earned and strongly enforced, the Stables flourished as the exclusive choice for any virile Alpha looking for the perfect - and temporary - entertainment: no restrictions, no limits, and no unfortunate attachments or repercussions. If you could afford it, you could have whatever it is you wished for. It was no wonder the industry had exploded with eager clientele shortly after it first opened its doors, and even now kept all its locations in high and endless demand.

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[It's safe to say that Izaya was not expecting to be part of the stock of the stables. He had heard about it, and he had known to keep his distance from it, but the fact of the matter was that even he was not immune to drugs, being kidnapped and tied up. He didn't have the same level of violence as one Shizuo-chan had, but he certainly wasn't going down nicely.

Which is why he had to be drugged so early.

His mouth was around a bit, drooling, as he waited for the alpha to come and get him. His hands tied up, and forced down, so that pretty little rear and pussy were up in the air. He was a premium Omega. Both holes were virgins, and cost extra to use.

Which, for a bastard like him, either meant he was waiting all night or there'd be a line. And he'd be miserable as fuck if he got knocked up.]

[ Jade is a frequent patron of the local Stables near the college. Most of the time, that was because Azul had investments here - and also frequented it himself - but there were also cravings he could see satisfied here that were likely frowned upon anywhere else. It made for a convenient stop every few weekends, to shed some of the everyday stress of being a student and the right-hand (mer)man of an underwater mob boss.

Being told upon his arrival that there's some new stock to investigate, he peruses the offered portfolios and quickly narrows in on the one with the pissed-off expression. Oh, he does look fun. After a brief negotiation and information gathering about the new little omega for hire, Jade wanders down the corridor of stalls until he finds the one bearing the number on the key he holds.

Stepping inside, he closes the door softly behind him and prowls closer on quiet feet, his movements smooth and graceful, almost an eerie gliding quality to him. His mismatched gaze takes in the bound form in front of him with a satisfied gleam, even as his lips twist upwards in amusement. ]

Oh, they did make a pretty sight out of you, didn't they?

[He does not like the sound of whatever is entering the stall. Then again, he doesn't think he'd like anyone entering his stall because it only meant one thing. And he'd fight against that one thing, dammit. If he could. And his binds prevented him from doing any of that. So all he could do was groan against his bit, the drool slipping from his lips and hitting the ground.

No, he's not a pretty sight, and he's going to fight back against that, dammit. Grunting and rocking his body. Which only thrust his hips back.

Which didn't help, probably.]

[ Well, he's allowed to be wrong. Jade would assume that's going to be a regular occurrence for him from here on out.

Grinning, he watches the bound omega struggle, not getting anywhere and just making an even more lewd sight on the ground as he gives a slow prowl around him, taking him in from every angle before finally moving to crouch behind him. The way he's bound has his knees spread wide - perhaps a precarious balance if he weren't restrained in place, but it leaves his ass and pussy wide open for enjoyment. ]

So impatient already, are we? And we haven't even gotten started yet. They told me you've never taken a cock before. Poor little omega. No wonder you're so needy. Don't worry, we'll fix that little issue for you tonight.

[ In more ways than the omega can possibly imagine. ]

[Impatient? No. He's not that at all. Is he? His mind feels a mess and if he does have anything to say, he really can't. He's struggling to even think about the words he wants to even share against him. Whimpering and feeling himself so wet, his pussy dripping onto the floor of the stall.

Groaning and shivering against the floor.]

[ As distant as the land Alibaba had hailed from, even there the reputation of the Stables had spread. Not that he'd ever step foot in a place like this normally, but he'd been given little choice in the matter - not when his elder brother had decided the threat to his reign was growing far too real.

Which is how Ali had ended up bound and shackled and sent across the narrow sea to be delivered to one of the Stables in a distant coastal city - far enough from his homeland that he wouldn't be discovered. Even so, the Stables recieving the distant tribute was more than pleased with their acquisition. An omega of royal blood, completely untouched and unclaimed? He'd make them a small fortune.

Which is why such care is taken with him before his debut night. A few weeks spent honing and polishing his body until his curves are supple and alluring, giving him a much softer appeal. Days spent under the influence of drugs and other substances to help make him more pliant and suggestive - and far more accustomed to the demands of his body, now that he was to be prime breeding stock. It meant hours spent trembling and whining as his body was wracked with need that went unfulfilled, nearly driving him mad with the intensity of it.

It had seemed endless, his 'breaking in', until Alibaba had lost all track of the passage of time, and the 'trainers' who had seen to him. Even tonight, as he's set up in a clean stall, expecting more of the same, he's hobbled on his hands and knees, ass in the air, wrists and collar attached to a hitching post of sorts so he has almost no slack to move. A bit gag is in his mouth and his skin is lightly flushed. Although whatever they'd given him tonight had been different - no immediate rush of need, he still felt... strange. Shifting restlessly, feeling flushed and antsy, entirely unaware of what was going to happen to him this time. ]

[It's the one debt he pays on time, knowing that the consequences can be severe for anyone who doesn't. He's paying attention to the newest stock, seeing who comes in and who gets taken. Truth be told, there's a few things here that he truly enjoys doing. And certainly, he's left a few with some memories of his visit. And this one in particular, a royal blooded Omega, might do well with a few reminders of who he should be.

Entering the stall, Cross moves towards the boy hitched up in the post. The door shutting behind him as he moves in. His finger moving down to feel between those lips, and letting his finger slowly slide in.]

You're already popular. Shame for everyone your virginity will be properly gone tonight. Now make a sound.

[ The way he's been bound, he's facing away from the door, so his upturned ass is the first thing one sees when entering his stall. it also means, with how tightly his collar is bound, he can't turn his head and look behind him at who has entered, either. not that that voice is at all familiar. A new trainer? Or was this something else?

Nervous and uneasy, because this is the first time one of his trainers has come in before he's been drugged half out of his mind with need, he shifts and tries to squirm away from that finger that probes into him. Giving a muffled yelp, he struggles, but with how little slack he has and how his knees have been hobbled, he can't go anywhere. ]

[It's a nice ass. A little small but it works just fine. His finger slides in and out of him to start with, going nice and slow with his work. He truly needs some proper training, doesn't he? Not truly what Cross paid for but... hey. He may as well get all he wants out of him.]

Whine. I know you still can with that in.

[He wants to hear the noises.]

[ Oh, he can - and does, shuddering and jerking as those fingers press into him, a flinch visible to the Alpha behind him as he gives a strained whine. Oh, he's not trained at all, but he was still a virgin. After tonight, they'd set about breaking him in for real, but most preferred the little omegas to go into their first times blind and unprepared for what was in store for them.

Even if his heat would kick in in response to an Alpha getting ready to fuck him, his body already primed to do so in a short while, for now he's still skittish and all too clear-headed before the heat kicks in. Of course, how quick the Alpha goes about things also determines the speed of the heat starting, so really, that's up to Cross here. ]

[Oh, he doesn't mind it going slow. He's paid for his time, and he wants to enjoy it. He wants to make Ali enjoy his time underneath him. His fingers were moving slowly, his other fingers moved up to run through his Ali's hair.]

You're acting so well. Arch your back some more.

[ It was betrayal that had led her here. It hadn't mattered how far she'd fought, how clever she thought she'd been. There came a time when those who plotted against her, who envied her power, had far outnumbered those she'd had at her side. Although she hadn't come easily, she'd ended up here all the same.

Bought for a pretty price. Dressed up like a pretty little doll, though her dress was sheer and did little to hide the slim, lush curves beneath them. Her wrists are bound before her with a soft satin cord - firm enough that she can't work her way free and attached to a ring on the wall across from where she's been made to kneel - and bound in place. Her throat is decorated by a thin circlet of gold - a sign of ownership rather than a crown atop her brow.

And beneath her dress is a simple but ornate belt - one with a lock only her purchaser for the night may open. It looks simple enough, almost as if it could be only decorative. But in truth, there are little notched ridges on the inside of it, ones coated with a certain type of ointment that press up against her most sensitive flesh, making her skin flush with heat or shiver with an icy chill, flickering back and forth or even somehow feeling like both at once, until she can do nothing but squirm there on her knees, caught as she is, unable to even reach the place tormented by those torturous little nubs herself. ]

[He had come here looking for something to entertain himself more than anything. He didn't care what Omega he had or if they were good for breeding or not. He cared first and foremost about something that would please his mind. Alter (Cu Chulainn, don't question relation to the other Cus), looked at the portfolios and picked one of the newest ones.

Entering the stall that she was in, the door slammed behind him as he looked her up and down with a grunt. He's not going to undo any part of her that he doesn't want on him. His fingers, gloved to begin with, but easy to remove, as he moved down began tos lip up the dress, with the key in his hand.]

Make good noise.

[Were his only words. Where when it was unlocked, they began to slide inside of her.]

Or I'll make you make it myself.

[ He's met with a glare the moment he slams into her stall, gaze narrowed in icy, defiant rage. She can't move away when he crouches down beside her, lifting up her dress, and although she flushes with shame, she glares at the wall in front of her instead, her jaw clenched tight.

She doesn't make any noises, despite his taunt. Even if she might have wanted to when she feels those gloved fingers start to push inside her uncomfortably. If anything, her jaw clenches even tighter. ]

[She's bold. He likes that. But he likes breaking that more. His fingers dig inside of her, and his thumb moved towards her nub. He doesn't care about her pleasure, but he wants her to squirm. Maybe even cry.]

[ He gets a choked gasp instead, because the effects of that ointment that had been pressed up against her clit for the last hour still lingered, making her so sensitive that even a brush of a gloved fingertip has her body jolting at the stimulation.

And then, hating that she'd even given him that much, she bites down on her lower lip, determined to keep her icy composure and not give him - not give any of them - the satisfaction they sought. ]

[She can bite her lip as much and as hard as she wants, but his fingers held onto her leg. Finger sliding deeper into her, as their eyes continued to look at one another.

And he smirked at her.]

[ Jack... wasn't among the typical stock here at the Stables. First of all, he wasn't an omega. He was an Alpha, although the collar about his throat kept that as restrained and subdued and controlled until he was left almost as powerless as one of the other omegas of this place.

His existence here was a closely-guarded secret, in fact, because there would no doubt be outrage somewhere if some of the more radical groups out there discovered the Stables had methods of controlling and leashing an Alpha, no matter how powerful he might be outside of their facilities.

But he wasn't here to be sold out like the other omegas. No, he was here to be used when they were sent the difficult omegas from outside the Stables to break in. While that collar kept all his instincts and strength in check, it could also be loosened - or even released - to be an educational lesson for any of the more stubborn omegas they were sent to train, break-in, or otherwise 're-educate' into good behavior for their Alphas.

Occasionally, he was used when they needed to break in new stock for the Stables themselves, but since virgin prices were so dear, that was a far rarer occurrence. The size of his cock and his knot were more than enough to make that an impossible thing to feign in the aftermath - which was why he was so useful in the training the omegas they were sent. And when they needed to trigger him into a frenzy or rut, it made that lesson one the omega was certain never to forget ever again. ]

[And when an Omega came through who was willing to fight and scrap his way out, Jack was already set up to train them. Case in point, the loudest little dog barking his way through the stables as he was dragged and tied along. The manslayer Izo Okada was being tied up and gagged as he was forced towards Jack's stall.

With the doors open, he was thrown in. The handler pointed to him;]

Make him regret what he's done.

[Izo was tied up and struggling against his restraints. The handlers were clearly stressed by the boy rocking on the floor and trying to break out of what restraints he's being held by. And whatever is gagging his mouth is barely holding back the sounds.

Clearly, he's been a huge problem.]

[ Jack is normally kept pretty docile, for an Alpha. It makes him easy to contain and control when they need to. But whenever he's scheduled to take on an omega, for however long it's needed, they make sure to change that. The restraints on his collar are adjusted to let that more feral, dangerous side come out. It's all the more potent for the fact that it surges up wildly after being subdued for so long - something they use fully to their advantage.

When the omega is tossed inside his stall, the Alpha wolf is pacing the confines of his containment restlessly, golden eyes gleaming with predatory intent. He's been set on edge not only by the loosening of the hold of his collar but also by the scent of needy omega they've been pumping into his stall, clouding his senses, making sure that every inch of predatory Alpha is out in full force when they give him a target to take out all that pent up frustration on.

And those golden eyes do narrow in on the bound form that's tossed in on the floor of his stall. He can see the struggles, but that only excites the predator more as he prowls closer, eyes gleaming with a frenzied wildness that shows very little humanity lingering right now.

And just as he'd been surrounded by the scent of needy omega for a while now, his own stall has also been flooded in reaction by his own pheromones - the demand and press of Alpha dominance, demanding submission. ]

[Just dropped in here and forced to deal with the scent of an Alpha makes Izo really angry and feisty. He starts rocking against his bindings, and even with how strong the scent of an Alpha was, his own fury was taking complete control. He was the manslayer! He wasn't to be controlled like this!

But even if he said he wasn't to be controlled, even if he felt it deep in his bones, he was still under the control of being an Omega around an Alpha. Which meant his own scent was starting to go back against the Alpha, and mixing together.

And he was starting to feel wet.]

[The type of man Mikoto was, an Alpha through and through, was not meant to be in the stables. He was part of something darker down below. One where Alphas who truly needed to be taught to behave, who were on the outskirts of society, were brought in and reformed into Omegas.

But Mikoto was too strong willed to just give in like that. Too powerful to bend to what others wanted. And so, he was locked in place in one of the the stalls where someone, who was willing to go all the way, willing to turn this Alpha into an Omega, was free to do as they wished. He was dressed, and exuded a scent that drove Omegas crazy.

But hey. He could be someone's, if they put in the work.]

[ 'Work' wasn't exactly Leona's forte. In fact, he loathed the very idea of it. But the Savannah's second prince did have his indulgences and when a message is left for him from the Alpha in charge of this section of the Stables, he's intrigued enough to make the time to come investigate the matter permanently.

It's not often the Stables get their hands on an Alpha, although it's been known to happen. Those in his own house are quite familiar with the custom, after all, as things in the Pridelands are... much different than what goes on here in the more civilized cities. But he'd come and glanced over the video feed monitoring the shackled Alpha below, got the details of his capture and what the Stables wished to use him for in the future.

It sounded like an entertaining enough project for the weekend and he had nothing else better going on.

So he makes a few of his own preparations, sends one of his servants to fetch something from his home, and leaves instructions with the Alpha in charge of this pet project of the Stables. He makes plans to return the next evening - in the meantime, the stables will have their own preparations to make with the stubborn Alpha they've got bound in their stalls. And Leona leaves them with very strict instructions on just what they should do with him in the interim. ]

[If he ever breaks out of here, he will burn this place to the ground, and that's a promise. He growls in the back of his throat against the bit, his eyes glaring at everyone coming near him. The binding and locking up has to be incredibly strong and prevent him from using his powers.

But no matter what his powers are blocked by, he's still an incredibly strong and powerful individual. And he'd be absolutely ready to murder.

He's trying to say don't touch him. But no one was really listening.]

[Older Omegas weren't kept around, really. When you start getting close to 40, they're really not willing to keep you around. Worick had been trained for these kind of stables since he was a teen, and now that he's older, he's done a large number of things. Had lots of sex, had lots of kids, and lots of lovers.

But how much longer can he last?

He doesn't need to be drugged, really. But they still like to get his heats going. So when he gets notifications that he's going to get an Alpha, they drug him at least a little bit.

So when he sits in the stall, he looks right at the door. Not wearing clothes, he keeps his legs spread to show himself off. Because he's already feeling very warm as it all hits him.]

[ It wasn't a typical Alpha that came through the stall doors to find him like that. In fact, the Alpha was young and slim and didn't look at all commanding or dominating in the least. His expression was actually rather kind and warm, lips curved up in a bright smile as he steps inside, pushing his glasses up a little higher on his nose as he takes in the omega sprawled in his stall. ]

Hello.

Hey.

[He moves a bit to get more comfortable, looking right at the Alpha. Huh. Pretty young. He's not complaining but doesn't the boy want someone more his age?]

So. What can I do for ya?

[ Trey has always had some pretty unique tastes. He's perfectly comfortable with it - and age matters little to him. Especially considering the angry little omega he typically fucks. Riddle looks barely out of puberty on a good day.

For the moment, he strolls over towards where the omega is sprawled, dark gaze sweeping over every line of his body, before he crouches down in front of him with a crooked grin. ]

I thought that part would be obvious.

Obviously.

[He lets out a little chuckle and leans back.]

But people usually want a little bit more than just the basics.

[Getting ambushed was bad. At least he's still alive, right? But after being turned into an Omega and ruined as he was, he was less fond of the idea. The one saving grace, the one thing he could be thankful for was that Yona was still alive. But the distance between them and the drugs running through his system kept him from going.

And he knew he was running out of time to do anything.

But they were smart. And started him on his heat early. His body was dripping and even with no bit in his mouth, he couldn't really speak. Gasping with his head on the ground. The promise of a fertile omega was stronger than it ever had been before.]

[ He could smell his heat halfway down the stable corridor - it seems the Alphas in charge of this one weren't taking any chances. Oh, Jamil was well aware where this particular 'omega' had come from - he knows enough about the goings-on in this location to be well aware of the more... illicit dealings they had with some. He dabbled in them sometimes, when the whim struck, or it amused him to do so.

This afternoon, he'd been bored and had asked for something involved to occupy him. He'd never handled being bored well and there was often some sort of pet project happening here that he could entertain himself with. The Alphas who ran this particular Stable often called on him for his unique abilities, after all. And while they hadn't called him in on the early changes for this one, there was no reason he couldn't add to their little work in progress.

He pauses at the stall door, scent of Alpha slipping in through the barred door and swirling around the stall within like a creeping mist - subtle and sinuous, teasing against senses that would still be learning how to react to this scent. he knew their new omega was still rough in its forming - he'd have a lot more training and refining to go through before he was anything resembling a perfect little omega, after all.

But Jamil preferred them this way. Still rough and in need of breaking in. He smirks as he studies the trembling form, noting the flushed skin, the dark eyes. All the signs of a heavily-induced heat already sinking in. They were so entertaining to play with like this, especially when they had no idea what the rules were yet. ]

[He feels someone close by. But he's as silent as can be near him. The Alphas in charge simply wanted him to be broken in and ready to use and if Jamil wanted just that, then how can they say no to him? Hak's mouth drooling around the bit and his fingers curling against the floor. He can't move.

Then again, he doesn't know if he wants to move at all now. Not with how he feels so on fire. Any finger that moves or curls causes him to shiver. His head turns slightly to look at Jamil. For just a moment.

He didn't growl. He didn't try to fight back. His body arching, he just wants release.]

[ Jamil's lips curve a little higher on one side when the desperate omega flicks his gaze in his direction. Moving around to crouch in front of him, he threads his fingers in dark hair and pulls Hak's head up, keeping his neck taut, even if the position is a little uncomfortable for him. ]

Oh, they've already let you stew in here for quite a while now, haven't they? Poor little omega. They could ask you to do anything right now and you'd do it eagerly, wouldn't you, just to get the chance to be fucked.

[Okay. He can't really control himself. When he's pulled up to look at the man in front of him, his lips let out a small gasp. He can't even really speak towards the man holding him up, his body feeling like it's going to explode if he doesn't get fucked.

So he just nods.

Whatever it took.]

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