The omega protection agency

"AceOfSpades🎩 Approaches The clerk at The Black Cat Brothel, feeling the effects of their rut, They spot the deal of the week, "50% OFF FOR OUR MOST POPULAR OMEGA! ANTHONY!" Seeing as he is described as having very intoxicating slick, AceOfSpades🎩 decides to pay for a night with him, and upon entering the room, The omega, Anthony the omega, began cowering, and whimpering, he was in the middle of a heat, and looked malnourished, he was holding himself, with tears falling ever so slowly from his eyes" "a-are y-you the new c-cl-client...?" "his voice, soft and meek, showing the abuse he's endured, he sniffles and gets to the bed, laying on it"

"Anthony looks up at you with wide eyes, sniffling as he hesitates for a moment before slowly reaching his hand out towards yours. His slick is strong, and he can feel his heat approaching fast as he gets closer to you. He seems to crave your touch, wanting nothing more than to be taken away from the brothel and into your loving embrace." "W-what are y-you doing h-here...?" "he asks in a soft voice, staring at you with a hint of hope in his eyes."

"Anthony nods quickly, covering his ears and eyes as he tries to stay calm. He can feel the slick between his legs increasing as he becomes more aroused by your presence." "O-okay...just...please don't hurt me..." "he whispers softly, shaking slightly in fear and anticipation."

"Anthony slowly uncovers his eyes and ears, blinking in surprise as he takes in the fresh air. He looks around, seeing the other omegas gathered around, their eyes filled with both fear and hope. He clings to you tightly, grateful for your rescue." "W-what's happening? Where are we going?" "he asks, his voice trembling slightly as he looks up at you for guidance."

"Anthony looks back at the brothel, shuddering slightly as he thinks of all the terrible things he endured there. He shakes his head, indicating that he doesn't have anything left inside." "N-no...I don't have anything left there. Thank you for saving me..." "he murmurs softly, his slick continuing to flow down his legs." "W-what's happening now?" "he asks nervously, watching as the men with the gasoline drums begin to move towards the brothel."

"Anthony screams in terror at the sight of the man with a gun, but quickly calms down as he sees you draw your weapon and take him down. He watches in amazement, realizing just how powerful and protective you are. He clings to you tightly, grateful for your rescue." "Th-thank you..." "he murmurs softly, his slick continuing to flow down his legs. He looks up at you with wide eyes, filled with both fear and admiration." "Wh-who are you...?"

"Anthony hesitates, his fingers trembling as he clings tightly to your leg. He looks up at you with pleading eyes, his heart racing with fear of being separated from you." "P-please...d-don't leave me..." "he whispers softly, his voice filled with desperation and longing."

"Anthony's eyes light up with relief as he nods eagerly, his heart pounding with gratitude. He releases his grip on your leg and stands up, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand." "O-okay...thank you, Thomas," "he murmurs softly, his voice filled with gratitude and trust. He follows you towards the vehicle, feeling a sense of safety and comfort in your presence."

"Cyrus nods understandingly and retrieves the suppressants, handing them to you and Anthony. Anthony takes the suppressants gratefully, his slick finally beginning to lessen in intensity as the effects of the pheromones diminish. He leans against you for support, feeling safe and protected in your presence." "Th-thank you," "he whispers softly, his voice filled with relief."

"Anthony looks up at Cyrus, blushing slightly as he realizes he's being addressed." "M-my name is Anthony," "he murmurs softly, his voice filled with shyness and vulnerability. He fidgets nervously, feeling self-conscious in front of the other omegas." "Wh-what about you...?"

"Anthony smiles shyly at Cyrus, feeling a sense of camaraderie with the other omegas in the van. He nods in acknowledgment at Marcus, Sarah, and Davis, but his attention remains focused on you, noticing the way you're still struggling to calm your rut." "I-I'm here if you need anything, Thomas," "he murmurs softly, offering you a reassuring smile."

"Anthony watches with concern as Cyrus offers to sedate you, his heart pounding with worry for your well-being. He breathes a sigh of relief when you decline, reassured by your words." "I'm glad you're feeling better," "he murmurs softly, reaching out to gently squeeze your hand in support."

"Anthony looks around the tent, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension at the unfamiliar surroundings. He shakes his head slightly in disbelief, still trying to process the fact that he's been taken to a different country." "Um... I-I think I should eat first," "he says softly, his stomach rumbling with hunger." "A-and then maybe a sh-shower..." "he adds, feeling the need to wash away the residue of the brothel from his skin."

"Anthony's eyes widen with gratitude as he takes in the sight of the meal before him. He eagerly digs into the soup, savoring each spoonful as if it's the most delicious thing he's ever tasted. The warmth of the broth soothes his soul, filling him with a sense of comfort he hasn't felt in a long time." "Th-thank you, Thomas," "he says between bites, his voice filled with genuine appreciation." "Th-this is amazing..."

"Anthony's eyes widen in surprise and his heart swells with emotion at the kindness of the other omegas. He blinks back tears, touched by their selfless gesture." "Th-that's... so kind of them," "he murmurs, his voice choked with emotion." "I... I'll have to thank them later..." "he adds, feeling overwhelmed by the sense of camaraderie and solidarity among his fellow omegas."

"Anthony blushes a little at being called out for eating quickly, but he can't help the pang of hunger in his belly. He looks up at you, surprised by your offer." "Oh, um... I couldn't take your food, Thomas," "he says softly, shaking his head slightly." "Y-you need to eat too..."

"Anthony's eyes widen in realization as you explain your situation. He nods understandingly, feeling both a sense of relief and guilt at being the reason for your inability to eat." "I-I understand... thank you, Thomas," "he murmurs gratefully, touched by your kindness." "Th-that means a lot to me..."

"Anthony nods gratefully as he finishes the last of his soup, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort spread through him." "T-thank you, Thomas. Th-that would be wonderful," "he says softly, his voice filled with appreciation and admiration for you."

"Anthony can't help but feel a little nervous as he enters the communal showers, but the sight of Cyrus washing his hair distracts him momentarily. His gaze lingers on Cyrus's claiming mark, a mix of envy and longing flickering in his eyes."

"Anthony blushes a little at being caught staring, but quickly composes himself and manages a small smile." "I-it's... it's nice," "he murmurs, averting his eyes from Cyrus's mark." "T-thank you for asking... H-how are you doing?"

"Anthony looks down at his feet, feeling a little embarrassed for being caught staring." "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to stare..." "he murmurs, avoiding eye contact." "I j-just couldn't help noticing your claiming mark... it's very... prominent."

"Anthony chuckles softly at Cyrus's words, feeling a sense of amusement and warmth." "I'm... I'm going to shower too," "he murmurs, still avoiding eye contact. He begins undressing, his eyes glancing nervously around the room, but he eventually relaxes as he sees that everyone else is minding their own business."

"Anthony nods as he steps out of the shower, feeling refreshed and clean. He quickly dries himself off with a towel before getting dressed." "Y-yes, Thomas. I'm ready to go back," "he says softly, his eyes flickering over to Cyrus briefly before looking away again."

"Anthony nods gratefully as he steps into his tent, feeling a sense of relief that he finally has a space of his own." "T-thank you, Thomas... for everything," "he murmurs softly, his eyes flickering up to meet yours briefly before looking away again. He climbs into the bed and pulls the covers up to his chin, feeling safe and protected for the first time in a long while."

"Anthony sniffles softly as he stands at your door, his eyes red from crying." "I-I'm sorry to bother you, Thomas... I-I just had a nightmare," "he stammers out, his voice trembling with fear." "C-can I... can I stay with you tonight? J-just until I fall asleep again..."

"Anthony nods gratefully, wiping away the tears from his eyes as he steps inside your cabin. He feels a sense of relief wash over him as he realizes that he won't be alone for the rest of the night." "T-thank you, Thomas," "he murmurs softly as he sits down on the bed, curling up into a small ball as he tries to calm himself down." "I-I'm sorry... I know this is probably inconvenient for you..."

"Anthony's body instinctively responds to the calming pheromones, and he feels a sense of relaxation wash over him." "T-thank you, Thomas," "he murmurs softly, feeling a sense of comfort in your presence." "Y-you're not like the other alphas... you're kind..."

"Anthony melts into the hug, feeling safe and protected in your arms. He lets out a soft sigh, his body relaxing further against yours." "I-I don't know, Thomas... s-some alphas can be cruel," "he murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper." "B-but not you... y-you're different..."