Mastering Their Omega

Scarlett's POV

People always believed that being a virgin until you found your Fated Mate was sacred, but I've always wondered why that was applicable to women only, when guys could go around having sex with as many women as they pleased. Why did women always have to be virgins and innocent? I may be a virgin, but I was far from being innocent. I've grown to know a lot about sex. Seriously? Who hasn't? We have the internet. I've fooled around a lot, but I just never got to the point of actually having sex.

I was 22 years old and still a virgin. I never met my Fated Mate, so I took the risky opportunity, which presented itself to me. Soon I would be auctioning off my virginity, which was a relatively rare item. Especially at my age and also because of what I was. An Omega... But now I'm rambling, probably for no other reason than just to take my mind off of what was about to happen. In 20 minutes my number would be called, and I would have to present and expose myself on a stage before an auction house full of people, putting each and every part of my body on full display. Thereafter the bidding would begin.

I needed the money. Not for college, since I was a federal student, and not for some sick family member, since I was an orphan as far as I knew... I wanted the money to enable myself to be free and independent, without having to put my head down and hide in the shadows. Which was what I've had to do my entire life up until now to hide and escape from my predators.

I looked myself over in the mirror. My shoulder-length black hair had scattered purple streaks along the ends and hung straight down with wavy ends. I had heterochromia, which meant that I was born with two different colored eyes. One eye was a light green and the other a bluish gray. It was a very rare condition among werewolves, but it made me more beautiful. It was another thing that I have always kept hidden by wearing contact lenses. My eyebrows and make-up were done to resemble that of a mermaid's, as the eye-shadow blended together from purple to blue and green with finely detailed scales depicted on my cheeks. My lips were done with a gradient lipstick, which varied from a deep red to a dark wine color.

Why mermaids? The answer was simple enough... they're coveted by many and are extremely rare; Not that I was one, but it's always nice to add an extra special touch and, due to my scent, it would be obvious to everyone that I'm an Omega she-wolf and not something else.

I was wearing a two-tone cloak in blue and purple. It covered me completely, revealing nothing of what was hidden underneath. Many people have told me that I was crazy for doing this, but it was a risk I was willing to take to obtain my goal. Freedom. Revealing myself to the audience would happen layer by layer. Underneath the outer cloak I wore different layers of other clothing. The first of which was a very loose fitting, wide dress also made with a gradient fabric, starting from the lightest purple at the top and ending in the darkest along the bottom. It was conveniently tailored with a zipper on the side, which I would pull down, to let the dress gently slide to the floor.

When the first layers' dress fell, it would reveal a tighter-fitting dress worn under it. This dress had a bluish hue to it. It clung to my body to reveal more of my curves. Even though this dress' zipper was tailored into the back of it, I was still able to pull it down without needing any assistance. When the second dress fell, I would basically be wearing nothing but lingerie, which consisted of a silver corset, made of leather and lace, and which covered my entire upper body, leaving my breasts and waist looking shapely, whilst I wore a pair of black stockings patterned with scales, and through which the skin beneath it could barely be seen. To finish off the look, I wore my silver high heels.

The corset opened at the front with little hooks, and once removed, my clear, blemish-free skin and breasts would finally be revealed to the audience as well. My breasts weren't big or small. They were medium-sized and perfect for me. My waist wasn't too slender and my thighs were on the heavier side. I had a body that most people would refer to as a "guitar-shaped" body, which I wasn't ashamed of in the least. I made the most of my body. I didn't go on diets, but did exercise a lot.

My breasts were covered in shiny painted scales, as was the part of my waist that descended into the V leading toward my sex, which was always completely shaved. The scales were extended down the insides of my legs and all the way down to my ankles.

This was done using a special paint that didn't come off easily, and which was used by many prostitutes and high-end escorts who enjoyed taking part in fantasy role plays. Tonight I was fully relying on it to serve its purpose and get me sold.

"Come on, your number's next." A man's voice called out from behind me.

I nodded and turned around to follow him down the corridor that led to the stage. We stopped when we reached a large, black curtain where I used the opportunity to nervously adjust my cape.

"Item 662!"

When the Auctioneer called out my number, I took a deep steadying breath and stepped through the curtain. I walked a few steps down another dark corridor with almost no lighting until I reached the entrance to the stage. It was the only area that really had any light in it. It had a round spotlight, which didn't give off any heat and which was enchanted to protect the merchandise being auctioned off. No one could simply just break onto the stage to try and steal the person or item being auctioned.

"Here we have a 22-year-old virgin Omega she-wolf. She has passed the medical examinations and her virginity has been attested to by five examiners, including our specialist in reconstructive magic. She is magic-free and a natural virgin!" The Auctioneer announced.

As the words echoed through the auction house, I could feel the air change around me and the hairs on the back of my neck bristled. I was, after all, a very rare and very highly sought after item being auctioned off. Not only because of my age and my beauty, but also because of my Omega status. It wasn't long before whispers of dissatisfaction grew louder among the bidders. Their complaint was that I was fully clothed, which they were very unhappy with.

I tried not to hide the way it affected me. There was nothing that could be done about it at the time, so I just lifted my head a little more with a wry smile forming on my lips, and made no comments.

"The winning bidder will be entitled to spend five days with this lovely lady. There are a few limits imposed as well as some rules, which you can check on the form that has already been given to you. You may peruse the terms and conditions again, at this time, if you wish."

As previously mentioned, I'm far from being an idiot. I'm not going to put my life at risk for anything, especially with no guarantees. Those who wished to bid on my services will be aware of my limits and what I would and wouldn't do. I've made it very clear, in no uncertain terms, that if you wanted to use BDSM, you would have to follow the strict guidelines of hard, medium, and soft limits. I did in depth research on the subject and was well prepared.

On discussing this with the auction staff, it led to a bit of a debate on whether I should sell myself as an innocent, who didn't know anything and who needed to be taught, or whether I should be auctioned off as this version of me, who preferred to make it clear that she knew exactly what she wanted, what she was doing and getting herself into. In the end I preferred to remain true to myself.

The organizers agreed to my requirements, which further granted me a little more security. The Auction was a very serious affair with a lot of powerful people taking part in the bidding. Alphas from all over the world would travel here to take part in these events, and when I say Alphas, I mean those who ruled their lands and territories. So there were Lycans, Werewolves, Vampires, Demons, Wizards, and many other races present.

It was for this reason, that this organization was required to to keep up its excellent level of service and unblemished reputation at all costs. This was also the reason for the registration fees being so high.. 50% of the money raised was to be retained by the house and the balance paid out to me.

The Announcer continued: "You will note that there's a table of values. As the bids reach each of the set values, the lady will remove one layer of her clothing and, little by little, reveal more and more of her body and abilities to you, the Audience, until she is on full display. You are welcome to view the preview photographs taken earlier today on our Auction App."

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Scarlett's's POV

When the bids started rolling in, the amounts were small and insignificant, but there were a good number of interested parties bidding, which was sufficient to reach the first level's value indicated on the table. It was time for the first reveal. I bowed briefly, acting like a perfect lady, bending at the knee. I moved the cape slightly to the side and pulled the strings inside, which held it in place, and let the fabric slowly fall to the floor, which revealed the first dress. Several sighs and comments of approval were heard and then the bidding resumed.

The difference this time was that the figures increased more rapidly, and the values would be reached more quickly. It didn't take as long to reach the second value on the table as it did the first, and the point to remove the next layer of clothing arrived much sooner than I anticipated. The bidding was halted, once more, and I slowly pulled down the zipper on the side of the outer dress as the audience waited with bated breath. The dress, as planned, slowly slid to the floor, revealing the third dress, which left a little less to the imagination.

When the new round of bidding began, another person entered onto the stage. He was a dark-skinned man wearing a dark gray pinstripe suit and in his left hand, he carried a red leather collar, which had been embossed with scales in a dark purple color.

He calmly moved my hair aside and put the collar around my neck, at which point I lowered my head, while my posture briefly changed from a woman with her chin up and facing the world, to a submissive girl waiting to obey her master's orders.

I've never been a typical Omega who had a submissive personality and who would just obey any command without question. No... I've always been rebellious and liked to fight back. I've always liked to be different and better, and I found it a challenge to change. The man came up and stood in front of me. As I was standing in a submissive position, with my head down, all I could see were his legs and noticed that he had a metal chain in his hand, which he attached to the metal ring on my collar. Once the chain was attached to my collar, he pulled down on my neck. A silent order, which was an instruction for me to kneel.

I couldn't resist the order and I calmly and bravely knelt down on the floor accordingly. My heart was racing a mile a minute, and from the heat I felt, I knew that I was blushing. I closed my eyes to find my self control, which I felt was slipping. I felt the touch of his fingers against my hair and I bit the corner of my bottom lip, knowing that, for the time being, I was just another one of this man's pets.

The rebellious part of me wanted to scream and fight for all this to stop, but I resisted it and the voices in the hall were once again whispering. Some were more excited about having someone to train, while others were discouraged as they probably preferred non-submissive subjects more. All I knew was that I had pleased the majority of the audience with my acting skills.

The bidding resumed and the amounts were much higher than earlier. The next level was reached much quicker than before. The man quickly unzipped the next dress, which also fell to the floor, revealing the corset. My breathing became even more erratic, and it wasn't surprising that my body was reacting to all the attention I was receiving. I already prepared myself mentally and imagined that I enjoyed being this exposed, and I knew that this was exciting the audience as well. I almost felt self-conscious about taking pleasure in it.

The man closed his fingers around the top of my head as he grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head up. I could feel the pain of a few strands being pulled from my scalp.

"Turn." He instructed me.

I had to bite my tongue to keep from talking back to him, and it took me a second before I obeyed. I turned as best as I could, seeing as I was on my knees. I turned slowly, showing the audience every part of my body from every angle. The feeling of humiliation became latent, but I had to control myself.

The whole show I put on was working perfectly, all the targets I had set had already been reached, and I was no longer running the show. It was the man in front of me. He brought his hand up to my chin and lifted it with more force than was necessary, but I still kept my gaze down, not looking him in the eye, which guaranteed his approval.

He slowly began to slide his hand down my neck, squeezing briefly, before continuing down to my shoulder. Then, with both hands, he caressed the curve of my breasts and down the sides of my body. When he reached my belly, he squeezed, moving down a little further to my mound of Venus and even further to my groin, forcing my legs open.

"Take off your corset." He ordered me.

Another order. I took a few deep breaths, only this time, because I took a little too long to obey, he grabbed my hair and jerked my head back. I let out a moan of pain as I wasn't expecting it. Several sighs of approval could be heard coming from the audience.

"I told you to take your corset off!"

This time, there was no time for me to hesitate. He wasn't happy that I challenged him a second time, and I knew it. I chose this man to be my 'support' exactly because I knew that this was a trait of his.

He stepped aside just enough to not block the view from the audience. I took a deep encouraging breath and began to undo the little hooks holding the front of the corset together. When it opened, my breasts were finally released and bare for the pleased audience to see. In fluid determined movements, I first removed the corset from my right arm, and then my left, dropping it to the floor. Only then did the man let go of my hair. I still felt my scalp ache, I bent down and purposefully removed my underwear, finally leaving me completely bare and on full display. The only cover I had left on my body was the body paint.

My breathing and my heart rate became very rapid, and I could feel drops of sweat trickling down my neck and back. I was feeling ashamed yet I also felt pleasure at the same time, knowing that all who were present could probably smell my excitement, arousal, and nervousness.

There was something almost addictive about what I was doing. It was something that I was feeling for the very first time. The adrenaline rush, the feeling of submission at my own free will, because there was someone who was able to make me submit without having to resort to dubious means. Understanding this took my breath away, and I already knew that, even after the five days of this contract has passed, I would probably and most certainly continue the life of BDSM.

My collar was pulled down once more, and I knelt sitting on my ankles. I placed my hands on my thighs, palms down, and my head hung low. This proved to the audience that I knew about BDSM life. It was the position of a submissive awaiting the Owner's next order.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, feeling the man's hand on my head, petting it. I shuddered thinking about who would be my "owner" for the next five days.

I continued to pay attention to the bids as the auction drew on and felt very proud as the bids exceeded my target by way more than I could have ever expected. I had to stop myself from smiling, but I was sure that something showed in my expression, as I felt the caresses of the man who was play-acting with me become a little stronger.

"Any more bids?" The announcer asked. "Anyone else?" She asked one more time. "Last bid from the Uranus booth! Going once! Going twice! Sold! Number 662, sold to the Uranus Booth!"

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Scarlett's POV

For a Werewolf to get drunk, they had to drink a lot, although Omegas didn't usually have the same resistance as Alphas did, except me. No matter how much whiskey I drank, I was never able to get drunk. I refilled my glass with the sweet amber liquid to try to calm my nerves a little. I didn't know who was going to walk through the door or what kind of person bought me, and so I drank almost an entire bottle to calm my nerves enough before they came in to meet me.

I looked at my surroundings again. The office was small with medieval-styled decor. Dark wood furnishings with golden accents. The floor was covered in a soft carpet woven in shades of dark red and black. There was a desk, two armchairs, a sofa, and two bookcases. To the left, there was a window adorned with red and black curtains.

I was given, on request of my new owner, lacy black lingerie to wear under a semi-transparent dress taylored of a sheer fabric in shades of purple and blue. I wore a pair of black high heels, which complemented the outfit perfectly. My God! Will I ever get used to calling him "My Owner"? It's so strange to me that I could hardly say the word out loud.

I looked out the window and took another deep breath. Part of me wanted to run away and forget everything that happened... And the other part of me wanted to stay to see what would happen next. I've been through so much to get here, surely this desire to run away must be completely and utterly natural?

My heartbeat became more erratic, and my breathing became more labored. I walked over to the window and leaned my head against the cool glass, closing my eyes and taking a few more deep breaths to try and calm myself. I needed to pull myself together. It was my own choice to be here, after all. I had to keep going and see it through to the end.

After a while, the door opened, and I turned my head to see who came through the door. I was about to meet the person who bought me and made that final bid. I took one last deep steadying breath and put my best smile on my face, trying to appear confident and sure of myself, but, instead of only two people entering, there were three.

Oliver Higgins was the first to enter. His aura and posture has always been quite intimidating, but that was what helped me through the auction. He was the man who had made the scene at the time of the sale. He was in charge of the entire process, from assessing the potential buyers, drawing up the contracts, and making the visits, and I trusted him.

Two men entered behind Oliver. One had very well-cut black hair, intense caramel eyes, thin lips, and a square jaw. He was wearing a perfectly tailored gray suit. The other had light brown hair that reached down to his shoulders, dark blue eyes, fuller lips, and a less square jaw. He was wearing a more casual outfit consisting of dress pants, a black shirt, and black sneakers.

Two very different men, but their auras were very similar. Alphas. Usually, Omegas would bow down before them, but I didn't have that tendency and kept my head held high with a smile on my face. I was scrutinized from top to bottom to see whether I was worth the price they paid. Judging by the look of lust in their eyes, they must have been satisfied with what they saw. What I found more striking though, was their smiles, giving off a sense of superiority. If it were me, at any other time, I wouldn't have appeared in front of anyone like that.

"Miss 662, what do you think of the amount you achieved?" Oliver asked me, as he walked around the desk and sat down.

"I'm not disappointed," I replied simply, not daring to look away from the two Alphas standing before me.

"Good. These are your buyers." Oliver opened his laptop and began to complete the contract information for all parties to sign.

"It will be an honor to serve you." I smiled and bowed briefly.

"Are you sure you'll be able to make it to the end of the five days?" The brown-haired man asked.

"Why wouldn't I?" I raised an eyebrow at him and refrained from rolling my eyes.

"Because you're staring at them, when the contract clearly states that you're willing to play the role of a sub," Oliver replied.

I chuckled so quietly that it was almost inaudible.

"The contract hasn't been signed yet. From the second it is, I'll fulfill my role." I leaned against the window, starting to feel a little sleepy from all the day's events.

"Anyway. Gentlemen, if you're not satisfied, the contract may be terminated at any time," Oliver spoke and soon the sound of the printer was heard as the contract was printed.

The room went quiet and only the sound of papers echoed. There were three copies of the contract; One for me, one for the house, and one for my buyers. I took the copy Oliver held out to me and started reading the information.

For safety, security and confidentiality reasons, all personal information of all parties involved, were replaced with code names, but the contract would remain valid. I read each page carefully. As I mentioned before, I wasn't innocent, and I knew what was expected of me and what I expected in return. I noted that the part covering the fetishes allowed hadn't been changed, and it seemed that my buyers were happy with my conditions.

'Okay.' I thought to myself. If I was going to back out, now would be the time to do it. Once I signed the contract, there would be no turning back. I would lose everything if I did. Did I want to back out? My owners appeared to be pleasant enough people, and their good looks were definitely an added bonus. I was no expert in judging people's characters, but these Alphas didn't appear to be too bad.

I took a deep breath, picked up the pen, and signed on the indicated dotted lines on all three copies of the contract. The moment the last signature was made, I lowered my gaze to the floor and changed my posture to that of a sub. From now on, I will play the role I was expected to play. The drama lessons I attended would serve me well for the next 5 days.

"Um..." I heard the second man's voice very close to me and then felt his touch on the left side of my face.

I kept my gaze down and didn't flinch. I noticed that the other man had stepped around to stand behind me. He swept my hair away and put a collar around my neck. I still didn't move. I had, after all, not been ordered or granted permission to speak or move.

I learned as much as I could about the BDSM-world and about what was expected of me as a sub. What the posture of a submissive should be when they are slaves, or brats, to name a few sub-positions among others. In my case, I had just signed a submissive or slave contract, which meant that I was at the mercy of my owners' orders.

"Interesting... Very interesting..."

It was the first time that I heard the black-haired Alpha's voice. It had a husky tone to it, it was also stronger and more intense. I resisted the urge to shudder, turn my head to face him, to smile at him wryly and tell him that he had underestimated me, but I couldn't. Not yet, anyway.

"Come on, pet." The brown-haired man said, and then pulled on the collar for me to move forward. I started walking, looking at the ground and trusting them to lead me.

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