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Even since your revelation, you’ve been on cloud nine. Everything your husband does is out of love because he wants you to be the best omega you can be- and even more than that, he wants you to be his best omega. His darling wife. His sweet fucktoy, his perfect knot sleeve- and now, with your newfound understanding, he’s got a brand new pet name for you.
His little rapewife. The words make your stomach squirm with what must be delight, because the nickname is always growled against your skin as his hands grope your body and squeeze at your caged dick and tender balls. Now that your alpha is reminded of your need to be shown your place, his instincts have grown and he seems determined to make sure you never have cause to question him about your training again.
You adore it. You must adore it, because he’s doing it for you. He’s often told you how hard it is to hold back his alpha instincts for your sake, not wanting to hurt or frighten you- what a romantic he is-but now that you’ve crossed that hurdle of understanding, he’s finally stopped holding himself back.
All this time, you’ve unintentionally been causing him strife. You’ve been causing him agony. He’s had to be stoic to your tears during your weekly lessons when the reduction cream on your dick hurts so badly that it brings you to tears, even when in his softer moments he’s confessed that he doesn’t like seeing you in pain. All your punishments have been tough on him because he doesn’t like needing to teach you, you’re just so stupid sometimes and it’s his responsibility to show you the right path. You’ve made it a point to thank him every time he has to punish you or teach you now- because he’s hurting himself for your sake.
None of your pain matters in the face of your alpha’s soul-wrenching agony. You don’t like getting punishments- why would you, they’re a punishment- but you must be thankful that your beloved husband is hurting himself so much to correct you.
You don’t want him hurting himself for your sake. You want your husband as he should be- powerful, steadfast, masculine, alphan. He’s finally stopped holding himself back and you couldn’t be happier.
Right?
You literally couldn’t be happier. Your nature is to accept everything an alpha gives you and to be subservient to your husband. You’re fulfilling your role in life, being his sweet omega and darling rapewife. This is what your life is supposed to be, days of domestic bliss on your knees and nights of subservience on your back. Now, when you start questioning things, you come to your alpha and present your slick hole to him and tearfully ask him to rape you into your place.
He likes hearing you ask him to rape you. His instincts are always ignited whenever his sweet rapewife begs for his help, pinning you down and fucking your hole sloppy and full of his cum. His touch is always so forceful, so commanding, just as an alpha’s should be, that it puts everything back in alignment.
You are an omega, a soft and tearful little bitch that cries easily and bruises even easier. He is an alpha, strong and dominating, who takes what he deserves. Your body is his, every inch of it, and so it is his right to fuck your cunt open on his cock whenever he wants. Your mouth belongs to him to skullfuck and warm his cock with. It is your place to submit, not to question your alpha and his knowledge.
Some alphas buy their omegas jewelry and finery- but you know it is for real omegas, not for pathetic and fake sissy omegas like yourself. Your alpha gives you gifts appropriate for your station, bruises that decorate your body more beautifully than any gemstone, and you wear them with a heat in your stomach that must be joy.
Now that he doesn’t have to restrain himself for your sake anymore, your alpha has finally made something clear: even though you were born male, you are no man. He drives home this point with his strength, pinning you down and having you worship his cock while affirming to him that your own little dick is useless and pointless- so much so that it’s not even a dick anymore. It’s a clit, tiny and pathetic, nothing more than a symbol of your omega worthlessness. He likes the juxtaposition of slapping his hefty cock against your belly next to your caged clit to see the size difference, reminding you that you used to think your little clitty could be used to satisfy a partner.
What a stupid idea. Your alpha takes great enjoyment out of telling you how small and pathetic your clit is, that it’s smaller than even a child beta’s penis. He’s started uncaging you more and more lately to play with your soft, floppy clit, pinching the head until you’re tearing up and slapping the tiny little shaft back and forth. When you ask him why the sight of your shame pleases him, he grips your pathetic omega testicles and squeezes while explaining that the sight of his conquest over you is even more proof that he’s a strong alpha who has taken a worthless sissy omega and given them a purpose.
That purpose, he reminds you as you tremble with pain from the tightness of his fist, is to serve him as his sweet rapewife. By the time he’s finished training you, your clitty will be nothing more than a pathetic, tiny nub.
You tearfully thank him for the lesson. He’s so good to you, pinching your clit between his fingers and tugging as you squirm and tremble, toes curling under the force of his love. When he’s satisfied with his enjoyment of your clit, he cages it back up, flips you over, and mounts you with enough force to put a hole in the wall from the headboard knocking against it. Your cunt is sore and puffy the next morning, but your alpha needs his morning release so you obediently spread your legs and let him work out his overnight accumulation of semen into your exhausted sissy omega cunt.
It hurts so good, so deeply. Your pussy feels raw from the strength of his love, throbbing all day between your cheeks as you clean. Every movement sends sharpness shooting into your core, especially when you bend over, and the sensation makes you feel a deep, cold restlessness every time. You must be missing your alpha, his lesson reminding you of his presence whenever your body feels the result.
But every time you feel the remains of his lesson, it sends you spiraling in your own head. You start losing track of time, minutes slipping away as you stand in one place and tremble, waiting for the shooting stabs into your gut to be over. Your hands shake with what must be relief, knowing your alpha is so loving and willing to show you your place. You must be hoping for the chance to do better in the future, because that is what being an omega means. Always striving to do your best and be the best sissy rapewife you possibly can be. You're always failing, though- again and again, your alpha needs to teach you, to show you your place, to reinforce his lessons to make them stick.
Why are you so stupid? Why can't you just be perfect for him? Why did you have to be born an ugly, worthless male omega? If you were a female omega, not this pathetic sissy imitation, you would just be good and your husband wouldn't have to punish you all the time.
By the time he gets home, you’re on the verge of tears. You need him to make things better, to make the distressing things go away, and so you fall to your knees and offer up your mouth the moment the door closes. He drags you close by a fist knotted in your hair and fucks your throat with his usual hunger, filling your mouth with his seed.
But when he flips you over to take your pussy, you find yourself crying and shivering, cold all over and trying to crawl away. You beg and beg for mercy, whimpering and keening desperately, wailing that you need him to make it stop.
Thankfully, he does. He knows exactly what you need- he drags your pathetic, out-of-control body to the bedroom and ties you face-down on the bed. He examines your hole and growls- because your sissy hole is failing to be a proper omega’s cunt. It’s bruised and swollen and needs rest.
You bawl into the pillows, heartbroken that you can’t take the full force of your alpha’s love. If only you weren’t born a male omega- if only you were good enough.
For your hysterics, your alpha takes his belt and cracks it across your ass. He demands an explanation for why you didn’t tell him sooner that your body couldn’t keep up with his attention, but all you can bawl out is that you’re sorry, that you were trying to be good for him, that you want to be his rapewife.
He punishes you for your stupidity. He fetches the crop and strikes your clit and tiny balls until they’re in just as much pain as your omega hole. A fitting punishment, because then he fucks your throat again and again to satisfy his usual nightly needs since your hole is now off-limits. He knots your mouth each time, choking you repeatedly until you’re hovering on the edge of passing out.
When he’s finally satisfied, leaving your limp and aching body sprawled out on the bed, he growls to himself that he supposes he’ll have to apply for a second omega license to make up for your failure.
It hurts. You cry into the pillows all night and in the morning, you tend to his cock with your mouth as fervently as you can. He’s furious with you, you can tell, because he unloads his bladder into your stomach and makes you replace his morning shower. You lick his cock, his heavy alpha testicles, his taint, and his musky alpha hole clean with the desperate need to prove yourself as still a good rapewife for him. He just grunts and pushes you off, giving you a glancing slap for taking too long, and goes to work.
When he gets home, he’s still in a furious mood. You hop to obey his every order, but eventually he just growls at you that he’s going to have to go find a replacement hole tonight to make up for your sissy omega cunt’s healing state. He ties you up, blindfolds you, gags you, and puts tight little clips on both of your nipples before shoving you into the closet. It brings back the hazy, terrified memories of when he was first training you, but you can’t protest as he shuts you in there and leaves.
You tremble in the darkness, with your body aching all over. Hole, balls, clit, tits, throat- every part is hurting and throbbing. You sit there in silence for- for what must be hours until you hear the turn of a key in the front door lock and a woman’s voice giggling drunkenly.
Your heart sinks. You sit and listen as your alpha carries the woman to the bedroom, wetly kissing, and your poor, raw hole clenches with desperate agony. The two of them are talking, low and sexy dirty talk fit for a real woman and not a pathetic sissy like you.
The woman asks where ‘he’ is. Your alpha laughs and says that ‘he’ is in the closet, tied up and listening. The woman moans and says she wants ‘him’ to watch.
The door to the closet opens. Your alpha drags you out and pulls the blindfold off, letting you see the naked woman on the bed as she rubs at her pussy. Her real pussy- it’s nothing like the pathetic sissy cunt you have. It's pretty and feminine and perfect, glistening with slick and waiting to be filled- able to be filled without needing stretching or constant prep work like your own, worthless hole.
She smiles nastily at you. You can smell her- a beta. She tells you to watch closely while she makes your alpha feel good, good like no male omega ever could.
You can’t draw your eyes away as your alpha climbs onto the bed and kisses her. They fuck with heavy, meaty slaps of skin, the woman moaning high and loud- and yet, your alpha handles her with more care than he shows to you. Tears burn in your eyes as you watch his big, magnificent cock pump in and out of her pussy, his heavy-handedness vanishing because she’s a woman. She’s delicate and soft and meant to be treated well, unlike you, who is made to take the full, instinctive and overpowering force of your alpha’s love.
He finishes inside of her and she sits on the edge of the bed, beckoning you over. You lick your alpha’s cum out of her until she’s clean and she departs, pulling on clothes and waving cheerfully to your alpha as he grunts in satisfaction.
He unbinds you and holds you to his chest as you silently cry, petting your hair. He gruffly reassures you that today was the only day this needed to happen- he got a new omega license and so you two can go get a second omega for him tomorrow.
You do your best to hold back your sobs as you tearfully ask if the new omega can also be a sissy one- you don’t think you could take seeing him fuck a woman in this bed again if he’s so gentle with them and so rough with you.
He huffs, warning you that you’ll need to make up for asking for such a bold request, and you quickly agree. You’ll do anything for him.
Then it’s settled, he says with satisfaction. Tomorrow we’ll go snag a new bitch from the new demonstration of idiot omegas.
You snuggle close to him, relieved that he’s not just throwing you out entirely for a new rapewife. He tolerates your clinginess, because he’s the best alpha in existence. Whoever you pick out tomorrow is going to be lucky.