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BLACK MARKET ‘SLICK FACILITY’ EXPOSED
In a startling discovery, the government-led project that was said to be paving the way for innovative technologies that would find a solution to the global Alpha Instinctual Crisis instead has been revealed to be an underground ‘Slick Market’.
After what appears to be a secret sting operation, it has been discovered that First Order Genetics (otherwise known as The Facility) has been exploiting Omegas for years. Farming them for slick and breeding them in this terrifying dystopian reality.
Little is yet known of the details, but we are told a plethora of Omegas have been rescued and are willing to testify. That is only the tip of the ice berg, as we’re led to believe underneath the layers of the slick market, was a darker practice of breeding Omegas and an even more horrific discovery of what resulted from those breeding practices. The question of what happened to all the infants born in the Facility has yet to be answered.
In another surprise twist, the late chief scientist Dr. Leia Organa of the Public Health Service, who was assumed deceased for almost a decade, has been aiding this secret group coined ‘The Resistance’ in taking down the grotesque practices led by First Order Genetics. Top executive Elmer Snoke II has been taken into custody.
We are told much of the data collected (and what was saved from destruction when the Facility was stormed) was made accessible because of the intel gathered from a small group working from the inside. One of those brave disruptors was an Omega who went through those unforgivable practices while undercover. It is to be believed that many lives were saved thanks to the heroic sacrifices made by those working to bringing the Facility and their heinous crimes to justice.
We wait for further updates on the matter, but this reveal has us questioning: has our desperation to save one aspect of our species led to its mass genocide?
Eighteen Months Ago
“Are you sure you’re up for this?”
Rose doesn’t turn around. Instead, she keeps fidgeting with the things in her quarters. Old parts from a scrapped Pontiac. The car she and her sister basically lived in.
The only physical memory of Paige she has left.
“I’ve never been more ready,” Rose says as she picks up one of the rusty pieces and runs her thumb along the gnarly surface. “You don’t have to worry about me.”
“It’s a lot to ask. This isn’t just some reconnaissance mission. This is the real fucking deal. And what they’re asking you—"
Annoyance blooms in Rose’s chest. “It was my idea! I volunteered,” she reminds him with slight agitation. Her lips quiver, but she uses all her willpower to ensure it doesn’t come out in her voice.
“What if Paige isn’t there?”
“It doesn’t matter. I might never know what happened to Paige,” Rose acknowledges. “But if I don’t help, then I’ll feel like I have done nothing.”
“You’re already doing so much,” Poe argues. “Why must this be something you do too?”
“We all have to make sacrifices,” Rose says, hoping Poe doesn’t hear her voice shake.
Poe is emotional as he says, “Not your body. Not this.”
“My body, my choice,” Rose parrots those long-ago corrupted verses with an ominous tone.
“Rose…” Poe sounds horrified.
“You don’t think I’ve thought about the risks?” She turns to him, conviction in her bones. “But this is what we need to end all of this. Proof. I—I have to know what they did to Paige. What they did—" A pinched feeling swells in her chest and she has to pause to collect herself.
“I think you’re too emotionally connected to do this.”
“That’s why I’m the one that has to do it. I know what’s at stake, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to burn them to the ground.”
Poe sighs. “Rose—"
Rose shakes her head. “This is the world we live in. I know I have a chance to change one piece of it. And I think I am strong enough to do it. They think Omegas have one purpose. Well, I say otherwise.”
There’s a knock against the open doorframe, and a dark-skinned face comes into view.
Finn glances between them uneasily. “They’re packing up. Are you ready?”
Rose puts down the rusty piece of junk back on the sill. “I’m ready.”
She looks at her friends, who both nod solemnly.
Poe steps back from the doorway, giving her space to pass through. He’s already dressed in his Facility uniform—all white and pristine. “Let’s go, then.”
Due to the way they ‘found’ her, Rose had to go through a suppressant detox. Make sure all that crap was out of her system. It took almost six months—the suppressants she had a hold of were strong—but once they were out, she immediately started showing symptoms of heat.
They matched her with an Alpha that day.
Despite knowing what to expect, she was still thrown by how he smelled.
Incredible. Decadent. A scent so breathtakingly amazing. She never knew a scent like that could exist.
There was an undertone to the scent that reminded her of sweet corn pudding, a dessert she hasn’t had since she was a child. The sweet aroma of pandan leaves. Like vanilla. But the memory it induces—flashes of her parent’s faces and Paige. Memories that should hurt, but Rose was experiencing an odd nostalgic reminiscence.
She felt good.
It felt like home.
She reminded herself this was part of their ploy. Their evil doings trying to mess with her mind.
Well, she wouldn’t let them.
This wasn’t home.
This was hell.
Alpha had red hair and solemn features. She was his second Omega. He told her so.
There was something drawn about him, shaken, but still, he was here. He’d chosen to take another Omega.
Rose didn’t like how she empathized with him. He was her enemy. He knowingly joined this system with the belief that he was doing good.
He didn’t think what they were doing was wrong.
This was the Alpha that was going to father her pup. If she was to get to the next stage of farming, to breeding—to the place where Poe’s last intel of Paige puffed into smoke.
That’s what they didn’t know. What happened to the Omegas? Or the babies? Poe didn’t have clearance to that part of the Facility. It took an extreme amount of background checks. The only way to find out was to be one of those people with the high-security clearance—or to go through the experience yourself.
Before Rose found the Resistance. It was her and Paige. On their own and doing just fine. They didn’t need Alphas for protection.
But then they were found, and Paige sacrificed herself for Rose to escape. In search of her sister, Rose met Finn, and the Resistance took her in. It was her luck that they were also just as interested in destroying the Facility as she was.
It took some time, but Poe had found Paige. She was being transferred to the breeding wing.
Finn worked as an attendant for the farming division, and it was mentioned amongst the other aids that an Omega had gone into labor early. The timing matched up with Paige, so he dug for the file.
It was marked with a big red stamp that said DECEASED. Paige had died in childbirth, and her child’s remains were marked as terminated.
But what went wrong? What happened? All Rose has is a shoddy medical file with her sister’s number printed on it, 8931.
They were monsters. The people working here. The people who bought into artificial slick and made this sort of system even exist.
No more. The atrocities happening to Omegas—no more.
As Alpha approached her, she could feel his eyes on her, roaming over her gown clad form. She could see a hunger in them but also sadness.
Like he hated himself.
But that isn’t possible.
He’s a monster.
“Are you ready, Omega?”
Rose knew what she was getting into. She’d done all she could to prepare herself. Her mental walls were fortified. She would not let him in.
But nothing could prepare her for what was to come.
The term resistance is something Rose ingrains into her head every day she spends at the Facility.
Refuse. Do not accept. Do not comply. Resist.
“You’re doing an excellent job, Omega,” Hux says with calculated awe. Rose isn’t sure if he actually means it or just thinks it’ll please her.
His praise is like dried dirt under her fingernails.
That’s what she reminds herself. It doesn’t make her flush in delight. Or want to mewl in happiness for pleasing him. She doesn’t want to please him.
Not at all.
Her body is only performing how it should as he strums her slick with delicate fingers and fills that bucket to the brim.
“This is the best you’ve done yet,” he croons, eyes fixated on his gloved hand.
She doesn’t notice if her pussy squeezes more slick from between her folds at the comment or if it begins to steadily pour from her.
She doesn’t notice anything at all.
She doesn’t expect him to be so… soft.
He is gentle with her. Determined but gentle. This Alpha knows the meaning of loss. Different from Rose, and yet she finds herself understanding it. Understanding him.
The Alpha—Hux—he told her his name. He calls her Omega. She isn’t allowed to speak. They’ve gagged her mouth to keep her from saying a word.
He told her she wasn’t his first. She can tell he’s jaded from the last one. A little bit broken. Maybe… maybe she can convince him. Maybe he can help…
When she drilled into herself the meaning of Resistance, she forgot to consider hope—and what it might do to her.
Maybe she’s not as strong as she thought.
Hux tells her before her second cycle begins, that he plans to remain in control. He does not want another Omega so soon. The rehabilitation was… excruciating.
He plans on making this last.
But that is not Rose’s plan. She needs to get to the next phase. Where the other Omegas are. She doesn’t have time for more cycles. Not if they want to move forward.
We need to find out what happens in the rooms. Not in the halls.
Rose, you cannot possibly be suggesting getting pregnant just to get access to—
If I can talk to other Omegas, we can find out what they’re doing to them firsthand. We need hard evidence! Without them catching on and covering it all up!
There has to be another way.
She’s pushed those thoughts aside, though. And Poe’s worries. She doesn’t think about the pup she needs to get there, or the connection it involves to conceive it.
Resist. Resist. Resist.
Nothing else matters.
Rose discovers at the beginning of her third cycle that to get what she wants, she is the one who has to let go.
She can no longer resist.
It’s easier to do than she thought it would be.
When Alpha comes to her, determined to fill those buckets and farm her with self-control stronger than a concrete dam, she knows what she has to do.
Now, to see if she has the strength to do it.
Hux shakes above her, and even though he has knotted her, she can sense his disappointment.
To him, he has failed.
She’s surprised when she cries in response to that feeling.
She’s shocked to see fear in his eyes, rimmed with tears too.
“I can’t let you go,” he says softly between them, lips trembling. “I can’t do this again. You’re mine. Y-you’re mine.”
Rose tells herself weakly: Resist, resist, resist.
But when his knot deflates, and they start again, she knows she’s already lost the battle.
Just as she is his Omega. He is her Alpha. No matter how hard she has tried to resist, she should have known from the start it would only end this way.
Hux is home.
Rose sets her sights on a new path.
Poe is there to ferry her to the next stage, as they had planned all those months ago.
“Find Hux,” she tells him in a hushed tone. “He needs to know what we’re doing. Maybe he can help.”
Poe shakes his head, but he keeps his eyes forward. “That’s not part of the plan.”
I know it’s not.
He wasn’t part of my plan either.
“It’s too dangerous.”
But Rose has already thought it through. The memories of her heat still buzz around her. She had days to think it through. And when her mind cleared, she still knew this would be her choice. “They’re being manipulated, Poe. Not all of them are monsters.”
“How do you know?”
Because I saw his heart, and despite all I thought I knew, I couldn’t ignore it.
I saw his pain, and I understood it.
“I just do.”
“Ack, that’s the heat talking Rose! They’re going to put him through the rehabilitation process. He won’t—"
“He won’t take another Omega.”
I know he won’t.
He will resist.
Rose is five months pregnant when they introduce a new Omega to the group. Her name is Rey and this is her first.
And if all goes according to plan, Rose intends for her to be the last.
It took months in the cohort, but she got her proof. The Omegas were the proof. Living evidence of the abuse and unfathomable destruction of their species.
If Alpha aggression spread, the solution was access to the most potent Omega heat slick they could afford. The effects would numb the frenzy. It was a drug that was addicting.
If the Omega population started to dwindle, it wasn’t because of some illness or natural disaster. It was all manmade. Gathering Omegas by the hundreds and squeezing them dry to feed a desperation that spread like a virus.
Just in their cohort, Rose knew enough secrets to bring down empires. Turns out some Alphas talk a lot while farming. It was a system built on ego and power, and it would be their own words against themselves, burning them down.
She can only hope Poe and the rest of the Resistance storm the Facility sooner than later. Her time has been ticking, and Rose does not want to take any chances having this pup in the Facility.
All she cares about now is their survival. It’s funny how priorities can change.
She thinks of Hux and where he must be. If Poe found him and informed him of their plot. If he is coming for her.
He will come for her. If Rose has learned anything—if Rose believes anything, she believes that.
Hope fuels resistance.
The hardest part is waiting.
But she’s done all she can. Collected as much evidence as possible—if her swollen stomach isn’t evidence enough—and all she can hope for is that help will come in time. Before any more hope is lost.
All they have to do is resist.
Resist. Resist. Resist.
Present
When Rey wakes up, it’s to the sound of chirping birds. The air smells fresh. The room is filled with light. Natural, illuminating. The staleness of the Facility is nowhere in sight.
And… she’s in a bed.
There are no yellow walls, but light blue ones. A bookshelf stands alone across the room. The window is open.
Before the breeding wing, when she was farmed, there was little to do in one’s spare time. Reading wasn’t something she enjoyed when she was free, and it seemed like the only thing she was allowed when her body wasn’t being used for someone else's profit.
Now, she can read if she wants, but there are so many things she’s allowed to do. So much more.
Such an odd thing to consider. What to do with your time.
Rey sighs and stretches, tension rolling away as she rolls from her side and onto her back. A hand is there immediately, pressed against her stomach, sliding around it and helping her turn until she’s met with sleepy morning embers and an unruly mess of dark curls.
Alpha.
He presses his hand between her stomach and his, sandwiching his wide palm.
“I had a dream about this once,” Ben tells her softly. “I woke up terrified that it wasn’t real. That it never would be.”
Rey reaches for him, unable to not hold Alpha in her hands. After so long in a world filled with loneliness, here they were. He is here. He is hers.
“It’s real. I promise,” she whispers to him. “I had the same dream. Many, many times. In my dreams, you were my Alpha,” she tells him.
She used to dream of a world where he was her Alpha. They had a life outside of the Facility. In this world, he would knot her, and she would give him pups.
And they were so, very happy.
There was once a time when she hoped for this dream with all her might. When all she wanted was this.
Now, she no longer has to hope.
Rey strokes his face, taking in every moment she has with him. Every breath she takes. How weightless she feels even in her state. What it means to be free.
How she can kiss him whenever she wants. Touch him. Have him. All of this.
Ben’s hand reaches around and covers her nape. His hold is steady. Rey shivers.
“I never thought I would find an Omega that wanted to be mine,” Ben breathes with his usual possessive undertone.
I’m yours, Alpha. Forever.
His fingers press against the bite mark indented in the mating gland at the back of Rey’s neck and she shivers, nipples pebbling.
She knows he does it as an assurance. Proof of what he has claimed. Her hand curls around his massive one, holding him there, reminding him of the same thing he can’t seem to believe himself.
In seconds he’s on her, mouth pushing and tugging against hers. His tongue is so sweet. His hand is warm. His cock is hard.
This is paradise.
Ben’s mouth moves from her lips to her neck, nibbling under her chin as he makes his way down. He lifts the shirt she’s wearing, tongue swirling around her breasts, making her sigh. One hand on his mark, the other on a second piece of him he’s left in her, growing larger each day. He inhales deeply into the roundness of her stomach, mumbling, and growling.
Alpha puts his ear against her stomach, listening intently. It makes Rey’s heart flutter, and she can’t believe that this is her life.
“And you are mine, too.” The side of Ben’s mouth whispers this into Rey’s belly. His hands caress her skin so feather-light.
Rey closes her eyes. Paradise.
Wetness leaks between Rey’s legs as he makes his way canvasing south. She whimpers when he puts his lips on her.
“Shhh, sh, Omega,” Alpha tells her between her folds. The sound of wetness smacking against skin fills the room. “Always give me so much. Always give me everything…”
Her thighs spread around his broad shoulders. Rey looks down, but she can’t see anything under the bump much to her disgruntlement.
Alpha licks at her adoringly, making sure to get every last drop. But her cunt is already ready to produce more.
The tablet on the table at their bedside chimes, signaling an incoming call. The sheets rustle under Rey as she glances at it, but Ben stops her.
“No, sweetheart. Let me make you come first. Don’t answer.”
“What if it’s important?”
“Nothing’s more important than this.” Ben sounds drunk as he says this, lips peppering her thighs and hips before he settles back on her mound.
Rey would argue the survival of her species after discovering they were being bred and farmed to produce fake slick—and the industry that was basically killing off the Omega population due to the demand. Things pertaining to that felt pretty important.
But would she rather be focusing on those things than this? Never.
“Y-yes, right. This...is rather important.” Rey’s voice is at the bottom of her throat.
She can feel Ben’s smile as it stretches across her cunt. When he suckles on her clit, Rey forgets all senses but feeling.
Rey grabs at his hair. God, how he’s so good at that.
Her thighs thrash around his head, sliding against the silky waves of his shoulder-length hair.
"Alpha.”
Ben’s tongue becomes more energized, pushing her to a brink that has her legs shaking.
She’s decided she must be giving off some pregnancy pheromone because he’s been all over her constantly over the last few days.
Leading them to some very important bouts of lounging together intertwined and completely naked.
"God, yes, Omega,” Ben’s groan vibrates into her sex. His nose and chin rub against the slick pouring from her. “You are so good, my love. My lovely, lovely mate.”
Rey preens, belly tightening. The heat in her core is feverish as her orgasm unfurls for Alpha right then.
Ben groans louder, tongue lapping at her hungrily. Alpha burrows his face into her folds, holding her to him as she crests and trembles against him.
“Al-pha.” Rey is floating.
He drinks every drop from her, savoring her taste...
She’s still in a daze when Ben finally rejoins her, pulling her into his side as he presses his slick-scented lips to the mark he gave her months ago.
Rey always feels so completely cherished by him.
Alpha’s hard cock slides against her bump, nudging the underside with its ruddy thickness.
The reminder notification pings, notifying them of the missed message.
“At least just see if it’s something important,” Rey coaxes, bumping Ben’s nose with hers.
Ben sighs, but he reaches for the tablet, tapping the message and reading it.
“They’ve just brought Rose and the baby home.”
Rey immediately perks up, her smile spreading so wide and filling her chest as she watches Ben’s smile do the same. She should be used to this by now. The butterflies in her stomach, but she still can’t hardly believe that the one thing she’s wanted for years is finally in her grasp.
A home.
Ben is home.
“Really?”
Ben nods through his smile.
“Let’s go.”
Ben’s smile twitches a tad puzzled.
“Right now?”
Rey’s smile should hurt with how wide it is drawn. Alpha’s cock is still hard, leaking against her swollen belly.
“Perhaps in a bit,” she says, reaching down to stroke the underside of his rigid shaft. “And maybe after breakfast.”
Ben growls in approval, rolling on top of her. His cock slips inside without any resistance.
Rey (and her body) welcome him with open arms.
Rose’s baby is named Paige.
It was her sister’s name.
She died in the Facility.
In a way, she was reborn there too.
Rey looks down at the pup cooing in her arms with wonder.
“She adores you,” Ben says over her shoulder.
A surge of protectiveness overcomes Rey. Her eyes are possibly tearing up.
Soon, it’ll be her own pup she’s holding. Theirs.
“She’s prefect, Rose,” Rey mutters, still in awe at the feelings crashing through her as she holds a baby for the first time.
How oddly powerful.
Rose's voice holds a lot of emotion as she says with conviction, "She's proof. She's going to have a better life we could only dream of having."
Rey looks at Paige's puckered sleeping face. She is, Rey agrees. May their babies have a chance to live in a world free of imprisonment and despair.
Ben’s hand slides around her waist and to her belly, pulling her closer while cradling her stomach. Her own proof of a life no longer behind bars. Of the Alpha that stays by her side. A love that will never leave her.
It will always be with her.
Soon, this will be us, Rey thinks, and she isn’t ready for how that emotion grips her heart.
Rose and Hux live in a house on a lake.
They don’t have neighbors on either side, but another cabin much bigger in size sits across the way.
Which happens to be where Rey resides. It’s Ben’s mother’s house.
Even with the news breaking, the downfall of the Facility didn’t automatically mean everything was suddenly all okay.
The Alpha withdrawal from the slick vials was far more unpredictable than they first anticipated.
It happened naturally. The Resistance all lived close together. A supportive compound, Rey’s come to describe it.
It wasn’t anything like the world she remembered growing up, but considering what she had experienced over the last few years, here, with Ben’s mother, is the safest Rey had ever felt.
Though, Leia is so different from the mother Rey knew. She’s still getting used to it. They both are.
Rey is finally living a reality she used to only dream of. Sometimes she does have to pinch herself to remind her it’s not a dream.
This is real.
They’re standing by the lake, looking out at the placid waters. A path along the edge makes it easy to walk home. They hardly made it halfway before stopping to take in the sight.
Rey inhales deeply as she takes it all in. Tears spring to her eyes reflecting the placid waters ahead.
“What is it, Rey?” Ben asks, already turning to her.
Nothing, she wants to say. Because as of now nothing is wrong. The worries she has are nothing compared to what they once were.
And because... she used to dream of a world where he was her Alpha.
But now he is.
They had a life outside of the Facility.
Far, far away from it.
In this world, he would knot her, and she would give him pups.
Right now, a pup is growing in her belly.
And they are so, very happy.
There was once a time when she hoped for this dream with all her might. When all she wanted was this.
Now, she no longer has to hope.
“Take me home.”