haha, surprise, Happy Halloween a second time, losers! some of y’all have been waiting AGES for this!

tags/warnings for ABO, heats, knotting, breeding kink, kidnapping, humiliation, dehumanization, dubious consent, emotional manipulation, drugging, lactation, mommy kink? tomura likes suckin the titty

you’re an omega kidnapped and put up for auction and you get bought for a very horny, very needy alpha

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You wake up to a flurry of voices and hands, the room around you feeling sterile and cold. “Is she ready?” Says someone nearby as you try to sit up, yet you find hands forcing you back down. “No, I still have to– shit, she’s waking up, I’m not done yet!”

Your eyes fly open to a white room with people in white robes, and you start to thrash as strong grips clamp down on your arms, your legs, holding you down by force as you open your mouth to scream, yet a hand slaps down over that too.

“Put her to sleep! We can’t finish grooming when she’s like that! You know how much presentation affects price!”

Teeth gnash at nothing to try and tear off the fingers over your mouth, eyes still frantically looking for something, anything. What was happening?! Who ARE these people?!

There’s a sharp poke into your thigh, and your body slacks immediately, losing your consciousness before you even so much as felt tired.

Honestly, considering what you saw when you woke up again, sleep had been much kinder.

It seems like it takes ages for your eyes to actually open, lids feeling weighted and sluggish, your neck aching as your head lolls. Second after second passes as you just try to regain your grip on the waking world, and as you try to move, the realizations and adrenaline that follows bursts you awake. You’re sitting up and can’t move your arms, pulled behind your back, every struggle jerking not only your wrists, but something attached to your neck, effectively keeping bound hands perfectly in place and leaving you vulnerable. Your legs merely knock against something cold and metal when you try to stretch them, keeping you confined in a tight, small space.

A cage; you’re in a cage, gilded and golden, slim and tall around like as if you were a prized canary. Countless horrifying details flood your senses and overload your mind as you just try to piece together where you are, what you are. Someone had changed your clothes, no longer simple casual wear but an elegant, flowing white dress accentuated with gold chains and jewelry. Something sturdy around your neck helped anchor a necklace that wove chains and jewels in delicate layers, dipping low onto your chest, drawing one’s line of sight towards your breasts, only barely covered by a swooping neckline. Saying there’s even a skirt would be a bald-faced lie, the fabric moving inward, completely exposing your hips and thighs in favor of covering only what lied between your legs like a loincloth. There’s a weight on your ears that you can only guess are hanging earrings, shapes against your fingers that felt like rings, more shining shimmering bangles on your ankles, against your wrists, forearms, upper arms.

You’re decorated like some sort of little doll. It must have looked good, considering how many eyes were staring at you through the bars. The sight is frightening, seeing all these different people, all staring at you, smiling. This cage must have been on a stand or pole of some sort, because you’re practically eye level as they stand gawking.

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