Runaway Omega
Chapter 98 - - 98 Punishment & Reward

Chapter 98: Chapter - 98 Punishment & Reward

Kaleb’s Point Of View

The smells and the current scene of the office we had walked into, was downright disturbing. I understood immediately what Ezekihel was trying to protect Arrisa from.

I quickly grabbed her, and placed her face against my stomach and covered her ears. There was no reason to expose a 7 year old to this sort of depravity. I didn’t even want to bear witness to the scene in front of me.

There were about 4 visible Omegas performing sexual acts with 3 Alphas. Then there was a man sitting behind a large wooden desk, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed. He was presumably receiving oral from an unseen Omega, that was obscured by the large desk.

Once the door closed audibly behind us, all eyes fell on the four of us. The man sitting behind the desk turned to look at us, and a slow insidious grin crept onto his face.

"Ezekihel, welcome back. You’ve been a very naughty Omega haven’t you? We thought the worst, but it turns out you’ve been playing house with the targets this whole time." He said, looking truly sinister and evil.

"T-That’s not... what happened..." Ezekihel murmured, nervously.

The smile vanished from the man’s face, and he glared back at Ezekihel. Then, he pushed the Omega behind his desk away from him, and beckoned Ezekihel with a finger.

"Come here, Ezekihel. I’ve missed my special defective toy." He groaned.

The men kept referring to Ezekihel as defective, and I was beginning to worry about what that actually meant. Ezekihel hesitated at the order given to him. He looked around nervously, before glancing back at me. His eyes were filled with multiple fleeting emotions. Sadness, anger, fear, and resignation.

"Ezekihel, you remember what will happen if I repeat myself, don’t you?" The man said, with a throaty groan.

At that, Ezekihel straightened his back and slowly made his way towards the man’s desk. The other occupants in the room snickered, and whispered softly as he passed by them. Once Ezekihel was in front of the desk, the man placed a hand down on his desk in front of him, and tapped it three times with his fingers.

Ezekihel let out a heavy sigh, then he walked around the desk, and sat atop it where the man’s hand had been. The man spread Ezekihel’s legs apart, and then slid his chair in completely under his desk. He wrapped his arms around Ezekihel’s waist and took a deep breath.

"Introduce me to your new friends, Ezekihel. Then I will hear why you smell so strongly of another Alpha." He said, as he placed his hands on Ezekihel’s hips and squeezed him tightly.

"T-That hurts... Director Hastings..." Ezekihel groaned.

"Is that how you were taught to address me?" He asked, gripping Ezekihel tighter.

"Ungh! I-I’m sorry! P-Please stop... M-Master..." Ezekihel cried, placing his hands atop the man’s hands.

"I said... introduce me to your friends. Do as I say, and I’ll consider reducing your punishment for your defiance." The man replied.

"Hngh... Their names are... Kaleb... Arrisa... and Nohrah... Ungh! Ah!" Ezekihel replied, crying out when the man moved his hands further down to grip Ezekihel’s thighs.

"Hmm? Two out of the 5 runaway Omegas, and an unknown?" He asked.

"Ngh... Y-Yes..." Ezekihel murmured.

"Is she an Omega too?" He asked.

"I-I don’t know... I think she... is a... Doctor..." Ezekihel answered between groans.

"A doctor? Impossible. You there, Nohrah was it? Are you an Omega?" He asked, looking past Ezekihel.

A man stepped towards Nohrah, and released the gag placed around her mouth.

"Y-Yes... I am an Omega..." She replied, nervously.

"And are you a Doctor?"

"Yes..." She nodded.

"Interesting... You could be quite useful to us here... Kneel, all of you." He commanded.

We all slowly got onto our knees, I hugged Arrisa close against my chest once we were seated on the ground.

"My name is Director Hastings. From this moment on, you will address me as Master. If you disobey me or make me repeat myself, you will be severely punished. Now then, Ezekihel. Tell me why you smell so strongly of another Alpha." Hastings asked.

"I-I didn’t have a choice. H-He killed everyone... and took me hostage." Ezekihel stammered.

I was becoming increasingly worried and terrified for Ezekihel. I wasn’t sure about his situation, but rumor had it that he and Meyhymn were a thing. He would need to say anything he had to, to avoid punishment by this man. My heart was pounding so hard, it felt like it would pound right out of my chest. I had no way of helping him, because much like Ezekihel, I was a huge scaredy-cat.

"Did you let him fuck you, Ezekihel?" Hastings asked, with a glare.

"It wasn’t intentional! I had spent too long in captivity without release!" Ezekihel exclaimed.

"Did you, satisfy him?" Hastings asked.

Ezekihel didn’t reply. He squeezed his eyes shut and hung his head.

"Did he satisfy, you?" Hastings asked, with a sardonic smirk.

Ezekihel tensed up immediately and averted his gaze. I didn’t understand what was happening at all.

"How many times did he make you cum on the first night?" Hastings asked.

I looked at Nohrah not sure of what was happening, but she looked back at me, equally confused.

"Answer me!" Hastings demanded, as he grabbed Ezekihel by the crotch.

"Ah! I-I don’t know... I-I lost... C-Count... Ungh!... H-Hurts!..." Ezekihel groaned, as his head lulled slowly in all directions.

"Ha! Did you hear that? It seems our defective toy wasn’t so defective after all!" Hastings laughed heartily.

"P-Please Master... Y-You’re hurting... M-Me... Hngh..." Ezekihel whimpered.

"Did you fall in love with your captor, Ezekihel?" Hastings asked, sternly, never releasing his grip.

"NO! Never!" Ezekihel cried out.

"Hmph... I very much doubt that. All of you, out! Kaleb, Arrisa, and Nohrah remain where you are. Bowen, Gehtley stand guard outside the door. Raihlyee, I will allow you to stay as well. You’re still not satisfied, correct?" Hastings demanded.

"No, Master..." The Omega that had been behind Hastings’ desk replied, softly.

The other occupants in the room dispersed and scattered like roaches. The door was silently shut behind them and a deafening silence fell over the room.

Hastings finally released Ezekihel, and then slowly slid back from his desk. He stood up from his chair, and approached Ezekihel. Once they were a breath away from each other, Hastings seized Ezekihel by the throat. He pulled him into a forceful kiss by his neck, and let out a heady groan.

"Ezekihel, assume the position." Hastings commanded, after releasing Ezekihel from the kiss.

"Please don’t do this... I-I promise I’ll listen to any other request... J-Just... Please... A-Anything but this..." Ezekihel pleaded.

Instead of replying, Hastings grabbed a fist full of Ezekihel’s hair, and forced him off his desk. Then, he slammed Ezekihel’s face down onto the desk, startling me and Nohrah.

"You better not move if you know what’s good for you." Hastings sneered, before releasing Ezekihel’s hair.

Ezekihel looked up from the desk and locked eyes with me. I had been at the mercy of the disgusting men back at the facility in Delgaide for years. I had always held a grudge against Tristan for being the special chosen one. I had been young and naive to a foolish degree. Looking into Ezekihel’s eyes, I finally understood one irrefutable fact... being special just meant you were treated worse than all the others. Fear was something that could easily be passed on through just the eyes, and sympathy was something that could never be properly conveyed.

"Raihlyee, help him out of his pants." Hastings said, as he unfastened his belt.

"Yes, Master." The Omega replied dutifully.

He then set to taking off all of Ezekihel’s clothes, not just his pants. Ezekihel closed his eyes as his tears began to fall freely, and his body began to tremble softly.

"Haha! You can be quite the petty brat, Raihlyee." Hastings laughed, as he watched the Omega strip Ezekihel bare.

The Omega went back to his kneeling position once he was done with his task. Hastings wrapped his belt around his right hand twice and made a fist. Then, he ran his left hand down Ezekihel’s spine, until he reached his ass.

"So, since I’m feeling charitable today I’ll let you off the hook with the bare minimum. How does that sound, Ezekihel?" Hastings asked, as he leaned in close to his ear.

Ezekihel didn’t respond at all, he just cried softly while tightly gripping the desk. Hastings quickly grew impatient waiting for Ezekihel’s reply. He slapped Ezekihel across his ass, hard.

"What do you say, Ezekihel?" Hastings demanded.

"Ngh... T-Thank you... For your... G-Generous... Magnanimity... M-Master..." Ezekihel said, through clenched teeth.

Hastings smiled in satisfaction, and placed a kiss between Ezekihel’s shoulder blades. I could do nothing but stare in wide eyed shock. This guy was a sick, twisted, depraved, asshole.

"Because you’re so thankful, you will say so after each lashing. Understood?" Hastings asked, bringing his belt down swiftly and fiercely across Ezekihel’s ass.

"Ugh... T-Thank you... Master..." Ezekihel sobbed.

*Thwack*

"Hngh!... Thank y-you... M-Master..."

*Thwack*

This continued on for 35 lashes. By the end of it, Ezekihel was visibly trembling. His face was beet red, and his white-knuckled grip on the desk had lost all its strength.

"You did well taking your entire punishment, Ezekihel. I think that’s worthy of an award." Hastings said, squeezing Ezekihel’s abused ass in both his hands.

Ezekihel let out a breathless groan, as he winced at the pain. He would no longer meet my eyes, and perhaps that was for the best. I couldn’t be sure what sort of face I was currently making.

"Raihlyee, prepare Ezekihel for his reward." Hastings said.

The Omega looked shocked at the sudden request, and Hastings raised an eyebrow.

"Did you not hear me? Or are you a glutton for punishment as well?" He asked.

The Omega lumbered to his feet and glared at Ezekihel, annoyed. Then he got back down on his knees behind Ezekihel.

Ezekihel’s eyes shot open wide in an instant. His face was filled with shocked horror.

"Wait... this isn’t necessary, Master. You don’t need to reward me! Please!" Ezekihel cried out, pushing the Omega away.

"Oho? Are you instructing me now, Ezekihel?" Hastings asked.

"No. No I’m not. I’m just saying, I haven’t done anything worthy of an award...." Ezekihel replied, nervously.

"Nonsense, I’d like to test out my not-so-defective toy now. Raihlyee, proceed. Ezekihel, if you continue to protest I will take you without preparation." Hastings said, sternly.

The Omega began to prep Ezekihel, and the disgusting sounds he was making, made my stomach churn.

"Now, which one of you will prepare me...?" Hastings asked, thoughtfully.

I immediately tensed up. I had no intentions of doing anything for this man. At least that’s what I thought, before his eyes locked on to Arrisa in my arms. I could immediately feel my anger boiling over.

"Haaastiiiings! I heard you were entertaining my latest captives!" A man sang, while barging into the office.

The newcomers voice made my blood run cold. I had heard his voice once before, and I was told by my mother to give him a wide berth whenever possible.

’No... Our luck cannot possibly be this shitty!’