She Belongs to the Gammas

MARILYN

The man filled my throat with his cock, and I almost choked on it.

But he pulled out and shot his cum onto my face. “Suck it, bitch! Lick every drop of my cum, because I paid for that too.”

As required of me as a sex worker that would get paid for getting fucked, I pushed my boobs forward and let him shoot his cum onto them, my tongue hanging out in the process.

Thanks to the blindfold I had on, he didn’t see the tears threatening to fall from my eyes, even going so far to the extent of slapping my cheeks with his dick.

“Damn, you’re good, bitch. Might ask of you next time” he said before going to the bathroom and I removed the gag, defeated.

Tears rushed out of my face uncontrollably, I collapsed to the bed in exhausted gasps. My pussy throbbed with pain, and my boobs tingled from his rough sucking, I literally had no one to get me out of this hell.

A few minutes later, he came out of the bathroom dripping wet, and I quickly turned around to pull my blindfold on.

Then he got dressed and tossed a few bills at me, “I’ve already paid at the counter, but that’s for you. You’re one talented ass bitch.”

“Thanks,” I managed to mumble as he left.

I removed the blindfold and walked, on wobbly legs, toward the bathroom. My face was the one thing our Madam lets us keep. The one thing men can never see no matter how much they pay. The same thing that saved me when I fucked my father’s bestfriend last month while he groaned like a buffalo, without knowing I was the girl he once called ‘little’

In the bathroom, Dorothy McAllen— my once self, stared at me now in the mirror.

The Oxford first-class graduate, a celebrity’s daughter and the girl who had everything but a wolf and her family love.

“No. I’m no longer Dorothy,” I whispered splashing, water at my reflection. I’m now Marilyn Paltan, a Jezebel whore with nothing to lose.

I never chose this. I only wanted to be different from my wealth-obsessed family — to become a charity doctor, heal people who had nothing, but I didn’t know that wanting something would get me hunted.

My parents and sister refused to come save me, or rather, they abandoned me since I was like a stain to their image.

If I had known this was where I would land, I wouldn’t have left home on the day I got kidnapped and sold here.

I called my parents three days after I arrived here. Sobbing, begging, barely able to speak because I’d lost my virginity to an old man.

But Mum hissed. “I told you, Dorothy. Being different would get you in trouble, and there you are”

“But Mum, I…”

“You’re no longer my daughter,” Dad declared. “If you had a wolf, maybe you would be worth saving”

Since then, I only heal infected pussies instead of sick children. I exist under blindfolds and gags while strangers claim my body for cash.

I regret leaving home every single day and sometimes consider ending it, but what’s the point? No one would care. Not even my family.

After washing up, I pulled on the red silk robe and joined the other ladies in our yard.

“Hey Marilyn, how was that cock? One of them called out.

I rolled my eyes, not in the mood for gossip. But before I could escape to my bed, Madam Diana stomped in, her tone cutting like a blade.

“Four girls in Room 9 now!”

“Stop yelling, old woman” A girl sniped. “Not good for your BP”

Madam Diana’s eyes narrowed. “Mouthy today Fiona?” She snapped her fingers “You just volunteered, get your gag”

She turned to leave, and I moved toward my bed, desperate for an hour of sleep.

“Marilyn!”

I froze, “Yes, Madam?”

“Join them, too.”

“What?” I gasped “I just came from room 4, I haven’t slept all night, and the payment was already—”

“Do I look like I care?” Madam Diana cut me off. “Lord Lucian requested four girls and we have to give him our best!”

“Are you saying we’re not the best?” Another girl challenged.

“Why does Marilyn get all the VIPs?”

“Shut it!” Madam Diana snapped. “Rich men pay for pedigree. You want her clientele, should’ve been born into money”

She bolted out of the room, leaving me to be scorned by the girls.

“Are you the only one from a rich family?”

“Think you’re special because daddy had money?”

“We’re all equal here. Educated or not”

My family background again!! They knew I came from money but not which family. Only if they know how much I wanted to be gone from here.

I’d tried to escape, but I failed each time and Madam Diana wasn’t helping, the sex parlor was licensed.

I grabbed my blindfold and followed the other girls down the hallway.

As I approached Room 9, Something stirred inside me. Something I hadn’t felt before.

My wolf.

It surged inside of me as I placed my hand on the handle, and the next thing I heard from her was, “Hey Dorothy, can you hear me?”

I sighed angrily. Of course the first thing my wolf did was call me that name I hated.

“Get lost,” I muttered.

For five years I’d waited for her.

If she’d come when I turned twenty, my parents would have thrown a party, would have granted my wish of becoming what I want, but she came now when I don’t need it?

“Dori, I feel Our Mate.”

Mate?

No. I don’t want to listen.

I slipped on the blindfold, the sheer kind that let me see but kept my face hidden.

The three other girls were already blindfolded and were undressing themselves. But the man at the end of the room wasn’t looking at them, he was watching me.

His eyes locked into mine, as if he could see straight through the blindfold and I stared back at him, wondering how a man who looked respected like this could come to a brothel.

But why was my heart beating so fast? Was it because my wolf appeared now? Or because of this man….?

“Dori. He’s our mate.”