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Midoriya Inko was a late bloomer. She had only gone through primary puberty the year she turned fifteen and now at sixteen she was presenting as an Omega. The fury on her father's face when he realized that the heat scent permeating their compound was coming from Inko was terrifying.
She knew her father always found her presence difficult to bear for her resemblance to her deceased mother. She was of little value to him with her weak quirk and as a female, being an Omega on top of it all would be a financial drain the man would not be happy about.
Despite knowing this, Inko was still horrified and hurt when she was startled awake and dragged from her bed in the early hours before dawn two days after presenting. Recognizing the iron grip on her arm as her father, Inko began to struggle in earnest against his hold.
"Father! What's happening?! What are you doing?!" Inko cried out.
Her father ignored her cries and questions, throwing a few items of clothing from her dresser into an old duffel she recognized as her brother's. He roughly released her arm, throwing her and the bag to the corner of the room.
“Gather any of your clothes and nest items that will fit into that bag. You have ten minutes to be in the foyer. If I have to come looking for you, you will regret it.” With that he stormed out of her bedroom and slammed the door.
Inko only hesitated briefly before jumping toward her closet. Stuffing her baby blanket, a few blankets, sweaters, assorted other clothing into the large duffel she paused, contemplating what else to grab.
Her thoughts drifted to her mother, and resolutely she pulled her memory box from the depths of her closet, she carefully removed her few baby photos and the slightly worn yellow cape that was once a staple of her mother’s hero outfit. She also pulled the locket her mother had left to her when she passed away, it contained the only two pictures of her and her mother. The first was taken on the day she was born, her mother in a hospital bed, dark hair in disarray, smirking at the camera presenting a red and wrinkly newborn. The other was taken two weeks before Inko’s first birthday, just a month before her mother’s murder. In it, Inko stands shakily on chubby baby legs, her mother's cape dwarfing her as she beams up at her mother who is laughing hysterically.
Glancing at the bedside clock she realizes that her ten minutes is nearly up. Inko grabs the remainder of her clothes out of the dresser and sprints toward the house’s entry. Her father’s angry aura fills the area so much that as she first arrives before him her senses hardly register the two Betas dressed in dark clothes and a portly minor Alpha in a suit waiting at the door.
“Ah the Omega,” says the man in the suit. He rudely sniffs, edging towards her.
“Doesn’t smell particularly good, but she certainly has an appealing figure. We will pay the agreed upon sum.” the rotund man states, typing into his cellphone.
Her father’s cell beeps an alert a few moments later. “I got my money, she’s yours. Useless thing that she is.”
The Betas lingering at the door leer at her as the sickly smelling Alpha chuckles, “Oh I’m certain one of our Alphas will find a use for her.”
The Betas lunge, grabbing her and the duffel she carried. Inko struggled belatedly, the interaction between her father and the man he sold her to had stunned her. She had known he had no love for her, but never had she expected this.
“Father! No! Please don’t do this!” Inko thrashed in the Beta’s grip, by some miracle she broke free of their grasp. She tried to run past them into the courtyard, but her father used his powerful telekenisis quirk to lift her into the air and throw her bodily toward the Betas. She landed painfully on the ground at their feet, her head hitting the stone floor with an audible thud. Vision hazy from the impact, Inko dimly registered the Betas hoisting her from the ground.
“Lovely. Now that these theatrics are quite done, it has been a pleasure doing business with you Shimura. Do let us know if you come across any other Omegas. The Commision would reward you handsomely for your troubles.” The man in the suit smiled, though it was more an aggressive baring of teeth than any resemblance to a true smile.
Inko awoke in a plain room, similar to one in a hotel she had stayed in when she had accompanied a friend to the Disneyland Tokyo park. The room had a king bed, a desk with chair, a seating area with an empty TV stand, a small kitchenette with a table for two, and there was an attached bathroom. The only obvious sign that she was not merely in a hotel was the opaque plastic that constitued each wall and the obvious viewing window opposite the bed. Despite the lingering shock of the situation she was in, she counted her blessings that she had not woken up in a more traumatic situation.
She quickly explored the area, registering her duffel sitting beside the desk. She aproached the door that likely led into the rest of wherever she was and tested the door. As she touched the handle, she felt a small electric zap to her fingers, and a buzzing overhead.
“Please refrain from trying the doors. You do not yet have access to those areas without an escort.” A robotic voice intoned from the speaker in her ceiling.
“Who are you? And where the hell am I?” Inko shouted in response.
“Query registered. Summoning assistance. Please remain calm, a staff member will be with you shortly. All staff members are currently assisting other program participants. Please remain calm and a staff member will assist you as soon as possible.” the robotic voice replied.
"I've been sold, and now my room's robot has placed me on hold. This is probably hell." Inko thinks to herself.
Then, as the events of the night fully began catching up to her, she felt her anger and fear rise up and overwhelm her. She screamed angrily, no real words, just noise and emotion. She collapsed to the bed, curling in on herself.
It could have been minutes or hours or even days before she registered the noise of others. Inko slowly sat up, seeing that the formerly opaque walls were now fully see through and several people in lab coats and business suits weere observing her from the other side of the glass.
“Omega 3629, Shimura Inko, welcome to the Omegan Fertility Research Center. The Commision applauds your dedication to your country and the sacrifice you make on behalf of the greater good.” A female in a lab coat spoke through an intercomm from the other side of the glass.
“I’m not here by choice lady. Why don’t you let me go? I didn’t sign up for this.” Inko snarled, her Omega chomping at the bit to ter into any one of these people.
“Hmm, it says in your file your legal guardian transferred all rights to you to the Commission. As you are sixteen, your former guardian had the right to arrange for your future in any manner they saw fit. Your wishes are not a factor, legally that is. We do hope you will be happy here with us regardless.” The woman explained, pausing briefly to look through what Inko assumed was her medical chart. The woman then began to recite what sounded like a well practised spiel.
“You will be proccessed and assesed momentarily. After this assesment you will be assigned a primary function. Beyond your primary function within the facility, you will be available for any Commission approved Alpha at any time of their choosing.”
“If any of the visiting Alphas choose you for their ruts, you will be sequestered in their rut chamber until they are done with you.Your heats will be spent alone in a heat chamber unless reserved by a Commission approved Alpha.”
“At no time are you permitted to engage sexually with any individual that has not been sanctioned by the Commission. If another program participant or facility staff memember attempts to coerse you into sexual activity activate the panic bracelet attached to your left wrist.” The mention of the bracelet called Inko’s attention to it and she inspected it while the woman continued.
“No Commission approved Alpha may claim any Omega program participant without the express permission of the appropriate Commission Approval Team. All claim requests will be reviewed via committee and the Alpha therein will be subject to terms on a case by case basis.”
“Do you understand this information as it has been presented to you?” The woman asks as she concludes her recitation.
“I understand it because I’m not an idiot, but I sure as hell don’t agree to it.” Inko spat.
“Understanding is our only requirement, your agreement is not essential.” The woman replied.
Inko glared at the woman, but did not have long to contemplate any further response as the glass wall next to the woman moved to allow several people to enter the space. She disassociated through being poked and prodded, only really tuning in when a short Beta man in an obnoxiously orange sweater vest and white lab coat announced that her assessment was complete and that she would be assigned to the Nursery. The realization that she was obviously in a government sanctioned breeding program had been obvious, but she had not let herself think about the children such a place would inevitably produce. In that moment she vowed to escape, one day as soon as a decent opportunity presented itself. In the meantime, she would practice the skills learned at her father’s hands, being unremarkable and fading into the background to avoid the wrath of the easily angered Alpha.
It had been nearly three years since she had been sold to the Commision’s breeding program. By some miracle, not one of the Alphas she had been presented to ever had any interest in her. She had spent her heats in the heat isolation chambers.
As she made her way from her chamber to the Nursery Ward, she picked up the unmistakable scent of an Alpha teetering on the edge of their rut. She had never smelled one quite so aggressively potent before, the strong scent overwhelming and not in a pleasant way.
Inko rounded the corner into the Nursery and saw him, the unmistakable source of the aggressive scent, Endeavor. The Number Two Pro Hero looked absolutely livid. In that moment, Inko felt hope bloom. Had Endeavor come to save them all?
Unknown to her, the hope she felt bled into her scent, lavender and mint swelled in the corridor. The Pro Hero’s eyes snapped to her, nostrils flaring as he inhaled her scent. The towering flame hero growled and in an instnt was before her, lifting her off her feet and pressing her into the wall.
“Mmmmm, Omega you smell good.” The Alpha growled, face pressed to the gland at her neck.
She struggled weakly in the massive Alpha’s grasp. Her body betraying her as his scent enveloped her senses. The humiliating rush of moisture between her thighs a sign her Omega was taking control. Her heat was due in two days, and a potent Alpha had never been in such vlode proximity.
Endeavor’s hands roamed her body. Tracing a path no other had ever ventured, one massive hand painfully kneaded her breast while the other was shoved roughly between her legs, prodding just into her pussy. He growled finding her slick already.
“No. please. Don’t.” Inko writhed more aggressively in the Pro’s grasp, though she couldn’t say if it was fear, anger, or pleasure motivting the action. Perhaps all three.
Before the Number Two could explore her body further, a voice interrupted his progress. “What an interesting choice Todoroki, you’ve happened upon one of our untouched Omegas! What a marvelous happenstance!” a doctor exclaimed, verifying Inko’s stats in an electronic tablet.
Endeavor reluctantly pulled himself back from the Omega, slowly lowering her to the ground. He did not move away from her, keeping her body pressed between him and the wall. He noted with amusement that the Omega barely reached his abdomen, a perfect height to make use of her mouth.
“She’s even schedule for her heat this week! What excellent timing! Shall we arrange a rut room for you?” The doctor asked, typing away into the tablet.
“Yes. We shall take her. Arrange the best accomodation available. We will arrive tomorrow afternoon. If her heat has not started by the time we are ready, you will help it along.”
Inko registered his words and shakily inquired, “We? Who is we?”
The Pro smirked, the sight sending chills down her spine. He did not deign to answer, simply turning and walking away, the doctor scurrying in his wake.
The following day Inko woke from a fitful sleep to the presence of others in her chamber. Eyes snapping open, she realized it was not the Alpha from the day before but instead two Omegas and a Beta.
“Hello dear, I know we gave you this talk years ago when you first arrived, but I am required to give you a refresher since you were never selected for a rut before.” The older of the two Omegas said, looking sad on Inko’s behalf.
“These two ladies will be preparing your body, with the Alpha's preferred grooming standards. I will once again go over what to expect during an Alpha’s rut. Do you understand?”
Inko nodded, tears threatening to fall. As the younger two set about their work and the elder began her explanations, Inko dissociated. She didn’t even really notice when they had finished and lead her to the Rut Ward. She was in a large, and ostentatiously appointed chamber when next she had awareness of her surroundings.
She stood in the center of the room, not really sure what to do while she awaited the inevitable arrival of the Alpha and his wife. It was beyond her imagining why an Alpha would bring his wife to a place like this.
Behind her she heard the door from the Alpha entrance way open and was hit with the reason for the wife’s presence. Endeavor’s wife was also an Alpha and was nearly in full rut just like the Pro.
“MMMmm, Enji I thought you were exaggerating! This little Omega smells so good!” The female Alpha practically moaned as she sucked in a breath of the Omega’s scent.
“I would never exaggerate the deliciousness of an omega, my love.” The massive Alpha male smiled dotingly down at his beautiful wife. "I know how much you enjoy a sweet bounty."
The two shared a brief look, then quickly moved to surround Inko. Their scents were potent and in combination with her own heat induced haze, practically overwhelmed the Omega, despite that their words were almost nauseating.
Hands groped and grabbed at every part of her body, salaciously displayed by the diaphanous robe they had requested she wear. Her body reacted to their scents and touch and she felt slick pool between her thighs. In moments she was naked before the pair and being lifted in the Pro’s large, bare arms. His wife shed her own clothes as she followed toward the huge bed.
Endeavor tossed Inko to the bed and Rei fell upon her. Hands and mouth journeying across the expanse of her exposed body. When the white haired Alpha woman’s mouth found her slick, soaked cunt, she lapped eagerly at the Omega’s folds. The female Alpha seemed determined to devour Inko, reveling in the way she squirmed as the Alpha sucked her clit into her mouth.
Inko could not hold back the moans that were escaping her as the female Alpha fucked her with her tounge. She tore her eyes from the sight between her thighs to look up and see the now full naked Todoroki Enji stroking his massive cock, clearly enjoying the scene before him. He watched for several minutes as his wife brought the Omega to the edge of orgasm.
Endeavor climbed into the massive bed, pausing briefly to caress his wife’s round bottom before splaying himself out on the bed beside the two women. He carressed both women, pinching, sucking and kissing any bit of skin he could reach on either.
Inko’s focus was once more pulled to the woman between her legs when she felt two petite fingers prod at her pussy. She moaned wantonly as the Alpha female sank the two digits into her wet heat. The white haired woman sucked viciously at her clit while she pumped and scissored her fingers in and out of the Omega.
Soon a third and then fourth finger were added, and Inko felt herself fall over the edge into a blinding orgasm.
Blissed out from the orgasm, Inko only dimly registered Endeavor lifting her from the bed and positioning her above his cock. He teased her entrance with the tip of it, the stretch a pleasant ache depite how badly she wished to be anywhere else.
“Come on, Enji. I want to see her bounce on your cock,” the white haired Alpha growled. Rei positioned herself behind Inko’s perfectly rounded ass. Reaching in front of her, she pressed the Omega down onto her husband’s erect cock. The pained whimper Inko released as he was fully seated inside her spurred Rei on.
Enji savoured the feel of the Omega’s tight cunt briefly then began fucking up into her wet pussy mercilessly. The sight of his wife’s hands groping the girl’s tits spurring him on, he groaned aloud.
“Fuck her with me Rei. Take her sweet little ass.” He continued to thrust brutally up into the Omega. He watched in perverse satisfaction as his wife pressed the younger female down onto his cock, forcing her to bend and present her ass while he fucked her. She gathered slick from where it overflowed past his cockand used it as lube to prep the omega’s ass. She worked quickly, transitioning from one to two then three fingers stretching the girl’s asshole open.
His wifes cock was hard and leaking precum, and he groaned when she swiped some of her pre from the tip and the Omega's slick smearing it on his lips with one hand. With the other she continued to prep the Omega’s ass. Soon though she grew impatient abd rubbed her cock along the valley of the girl's ass. Finally, she thrust into the Omega’s ass managing to quickly find the rhythm to sync with his own movements.
Inko, fully lost to the hormones of her Omega, came a second time as the two Alphas brutally used her. Shame briefly bubbled up as she had a moment of clarity, but it was soon eclipsed by the feeling her body was experiencing once more.
They brought her to orgasm twice more before she felt their knots swell, locking their bodies to hers. As she felt their seed pump into her in wave after wave, she mentally cried out. Wishing aggressively that their seed would not catch so she would not have to bear a child of this assault.
The remainder of her time with the Todoroki Alphas passed in a haze of violent sex and self hatred for Inko. She had had three years to prepare for the inevitable at the hands of a faceless Alpha, but the reality of being brutally assaulted by a man that was supposed to be the Number Two Pro Hero was shattering.
She let the rage fill her as the pair continued to use her body, forcing orgasms out of her frequently despite herself.
As she was finally released back into her own chambers, she silently rejoiced in the news that the beasts had not gotten her pregnant. The revelation that her quirk was not a simple telekinesis one as she had always believed was a shock, but a welcome one given that it meant no Alpha would impregnate her without her consent. Unknown to the doctors that examined her, she had discovered that she could utilize a muted version of the Todoroki Alpha’s quirks. She kept this information to herself, knowing it would likely make all the difference when she made her escape.
Two week after the assault, she saw Endeavor once again as he forced an Alpha in quirk-suppressing cuffs past the Nursery toward the Alpha Holding Wing. The cuffed Alpha was astonishingly taller than the Flame Wielder, with curly white hair and large bright green eyes that appeared to catch everything.
When he met her eyes, Inko’s breath caught. She had never experienced anything like it, but she knew in her soul that that man would change everything.
She just didn’t expect it to be for the worse, but that’s a different story.