Brian and Brandy both become Betas

“BEEEEP!"

“Oh, I’m very sorry Brian. You didn’t win Alpha. But please don’t be upset though. Being a Local or Beta if you’re adopted is still great here in Queen’s River! Our Alphas really take care of us.”

The man smiled at Brian, trying to put him at ease. Brian smiled back. “I didn’t really count on winning, honestly. From what I’ve read, this is going to be a massive improvement on my life as it was.”

“That’s the spirit!” the man said, beaming. “Please report to the desk outside for your home assignment. Unless you’re adopted in the first week, you’ll receive an aptitude test and the Alphas in charge of the program will base their decision on schooling or work after that.”

“Oh… right. Sure…”

“It’s a bit overwhelming, I know. But you’re in good hands. You don’t need to make difficult choices anymore Brian. Everything will be decided for you in the way that the Alphas know you’ll be happiest.” The man put a hand on Brian’s shoulder to reassure him. “Trust me Brian, you’ll be happy here. That’s what Queen’s River Alphas do; they make us happy.”

The man fitted Brian with a wristwatch which bleeped once and displayed his name and then ‘Local’ with a pink background before fading and showing a digital clock with a thin pink circle around it.

Brian stepped out of the booth and looked around for Brandy, wondering if she won or not.

“Mr. Simms? The check-out counter is over here.” A young Alpha, about Brian’s age smiled at him, gesturing towards the counter.

“Oh right… thank you…”

“Thank you…?”

Brian gulped. “Sir. Thank you, sir.” The deference to someone his own age felt weird, but Brian figured he’d better get used to it.

The young man smiled. “You’ll do just fine here lad. Don’t worry.”

“Uhm… sir… I was wondering… my friend Brandy you see…”

“Brandy? Ah, Ms. Collins. She’s already over in processing. It appears she caught the eye of one of our Alpha staff and agreed to adoption. Lucky girl, to get picked right off the bat like that!”

“I...I see, it’s just that we promised to meet after…. sir…”

“I quite understand my dear boy. But adopted doesn’t mean disappeared. I’ll make a note of your name and make sure Mr. Brandt receives it. I’m sure you’ll have a playdate in no time.”

“R...right. Thank you, sir.”

The young man slapped him on the back. “Oh that’s quite all right, Queen’s River Alphas see the happiness of Betas and Locals as a point of pride after all. The counter is over there. The young lady will help you.”

Brian allowed himself to be pushed to the counter and started giving his details, wondering where Brandy was.

“Good showing Roberts. Well done,” Brandt nodded at the man. “When she’s done processing, send in the girl.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” Roberts bowed his head slightly before departing.

“What a wet napkin,” Brandt muttered after the door closed. “Honestly, if that is the new generation of Alphas, no wonder Betas and Locals are out-competing them. What do you think, Candy?”

Candace tried to lift up her head, her throat filled with Brandt’s cock but he quickly pushed her down.

“That was rhetorical, my dear. I’m not actually interested in your opinion. Now I know you’re looking forward to it, but I’m not going to come down your throat today. This load is reserved for the new girl.”

Candace had been sucking his dick mostly on auto-pilot, her mind elsewhere. When Brandt promised to break her at the beginning of the week, he’d made a damn good effort at it. A regimen of spankings, orgasms and praise had made her into putty. Add to that the fact that the only food she was getting was his cum and he was conditioning her quite effectively.

He’d informed her that if she was hungry, she’d have to suck him off. He’d apparently had two semen mods installed. One which increased his volume to a ridiculous degree and another that made his semen contain enough nutritional value that she wouldn’t need anything else. He hadn’t had his taste modded though, and with his diet she’d nearly thrown up several times at the taste.

Then she’d understood why he ate so much and still looked like a skinny old man. He was literally eating for two. He’d told her she’d learn to love the taste. To her horror, somewhere halfway through the way, she no longer hated the taste. Who knows, in another few weeks…

Brandt had been doing a good job of trying to break her and he’d almost succeeded. Candace was clinging on to the fact that the project was almost over. He’d have to let her go. She knew it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. Thank the goddess she’d been able to take the pill regularly. She wasn’t sure if her mind would survive being impregnated by him.

Mistaking her look Brandt smirked. “Now don’t pout Candy. If you want a load from me, you know what you have to do. The adoption papers are right there… no?” Brandt sighed dramatically.

“Just as well, I suppose. I’m not sure I’d have the time for you honestly. The older Locals get, the more willful. Keeping you properly housebroken is a young man’s game.” Brandt pulled Candace up, his cock slipping out of her mouth, resting it on top of her face as she gulped down air.

“But I think your little independent streak is at an end, hmm? Having experienced submission like this… hard to go back. I think, even if I leave you alone, within a few months you’ll be someone’s loyal little Beta, knocked up and devoted to her Alpha.” Brandt smirked. “Thank me for showing you your place and kiss my cock. Then you can go.”

‘The bastard!’ Candace thought. ‘Making me participate in my debasement like that…’ the worst part of it was, he was right. She knew Brandt wouldn’t leave her alone, not really. Not now that he’d taken an interest. Her only escape from him would be another Alpha. One she’d been thinking of this week, trying to keep it together. A cute Alpha grad student of hers, Eric. He’d promised to adopt her after his thesis was completed.

She’d laughed at first, but now… he was cute. And sweet. And nice to her. ‘There are worse fates, right?’ she thought. Shuddering as she looked up, Brandt’s massive monster resting on her face. ‘Definitely worse fates.’ “T..thank you sir for… showing me my place,” she just about got out, puckering her lips and placing a kiss on the grotesque phallus he’d had jammed down her throat moments ago.

“Good girl,” Brandt smirked, looking down at her. Down on her. A thrill ran through Candace, as it had done since a few days every time he used that phrase. Even if she wasn’t completely broken, part of her was. She just hoped that Eric wouldn’t treat her like an object.

“You may leave,” Brandt waved her away, barely looking at her. Somehow that stung even worse. All week he’d been using her, trying to break her. And now she didn’t even merit a second look? She choked back a response and strode off, letting the door fall shut behind her.

Brandt took the time to adjust himself, straighten out his pants. ‘First impressions are important after all.’ He smiled nastily at the thought of Candy nearly running in her haste to get away from him. “I’ll see you in a few weeks, slut, at the university symposium. I’ll bet you’ll be on an Alphas arm then, where you belong.”

A knock on the door. ‘Must be Roberts, with the girl’. “Come in!”

‘Ah and there she is. A lot less of that confidence we saw in the bus footage, good.’

“Hello my dear. Please, come in” Brandt could be all charm when he wanted. A friendly grandfather to insecure and uncertain Betas. Someone to trust and confide in. Roberts shivered, it was moments like these when his boss truly terrified him.

“Thank you, Roberts. Very kind of you to bring Brandy here, away from all the Alpha predators.”

“No problem sir, if that’s all…” Brandt shushed him, pointing towards another spot in the room. Brandy stood there, still not sure what had happened. She’d never considered not winning. But that was how she’d always lived, just acting, believing that no matter what, things would turn out all right.

And at first, she wasn't worried about her new status. Why should she be? The Alphas present gave her friendly, reassuring looks and the stories she'd read about Queen's River made it all seem rather benevolent.

Besides, with free use everywhere getting fucked by random strangers wasn't exactly new to her.

But then she’d gone through what they called processing and orientation and suddenly the looks of the Alphas didn’t seem so friendly any more. Suddenly she remembered some of the horror stories she’d read about what Alphas could do with non-Alphas. At least in a regular free use zone all she had to worry about was getting fucked. She'd been given a drink and shown some kind of video... it was all a bit blurry but she remembered panicking for a moment, being very off balance.

She only spiraled for a moment, but a moment was all it took for a friendly looking Alpha to approach her, tell her everything was going to be all right. She’d been adopted - and wasn’t she a lucky girl! - and the nice older gentleman would take care of her. And any of her friends too if she wanted. Everything would be all right, as soon as she’d sign. Her head spinning she’d not even questioned it and had nodded. And now she was here.

He didn’t look evil, reminded her a bit of her own grandfather. He looked like he was in his early 80’s, but with a straight back and gaze. Well dressed, clearly fit. A very charming smile. Someone she could trust. “I’m not like the other Alphas in Queen’s River,” he’d said, in a reassuring tone of voice. “Most of them… well they mean well, but they don’t really know how to take care of a Beta. But don’t worry my dear, I know exactly what you need.” His voice was almost hypnotic, authoritative. She found herself nodding along even though she barely understood what he was saying.

As he sat down, she let herself get pulled into his lap. Bony, but comfortable. She barely listened except when he told her he’d take care of her and her friends too if she wanted, he’d adopt them all. And they’d be together and be happy. So she’d signed and never saw his grandfatherly smile turn into something quite a bit nastier.

“I’ve got some work to do, dear,” he said, kissing her on the head. “Why don’t you take the car and go to the house. I’ll make sure to scoop up your friends as well and send them there for you, to keep each other company until I arrive.”

He tossed her the keys. “Holy shit…” she murmured. “Lamborghini?”

“Language!” Brandy instinctively stood up straight. Her father had used the exact same tone of voice on her to say some remarkably similar things. “In my household, we keep a civil tongue.”

“I… yeah, sure…”

“Sir.”

“..sir.”

Brandt smiled. “Good girl. Enjoy the car!”

Brandy smiled back, hesitantly. The moment already gone from her mind as she looked at the keys again before leaving.

“You’re...not taking her right away?”

“Patience Roberts, young Alphas tend to forget the value of patience. When she’s at my house, in a completely alien environment, alone and isolated… that is where I’ll mold her into a perfect pet. First let her enjoy herself in the car, get her completely at ease, her guard down. Besides…” he held up the paperwork to Roberts. “Best to file these first, hmm? Otherwise she might have just grabbed them and ripped them up.”

“Ah… of course sir.” Roberts shook his head mentally. Adoption was usually such a happy occasion, not a sneaky way to trick someone. Depending on the people involved there might even be a big ceremony, with the Local pledging loyalty and devotion to their new Alpha. The idea of a Local ripping up adoption papers was ridiculous. Normally at least. When Brandy discovered what Brandt was really like… well by that time it’d be too late.

Working for Brandt made him sick to his stomach sometimes. But it was like riding a tiger. The ride was fast, his career trajectory far better then any of his peers. But once you’re on, you can never get off. Because if you do… the tiger might eat you.

Of course, Brandt could turn on him regardless. He’d seen it before, employees vanishing for their failures. Even some Alphas had suddenly ‘decided’ to become public cumdumps. Roberts had considered going to the Alpha Council, but what could he say. Especially considering he himself was complicit in many affairs. No… the man was over a hundred years old. Even with Pearson's enhancing him, he couldn’t last that many more years, right? Right?

Roberts picked up the phone that started ringing. “Sir? It’s your nephew.”

Brandt accepted the phone and put it to his ear. “Hi there, how’s my favourite nephew? Oh? She accepted? What wonderful news. Oh I’m sure she’ll make a great Beta for you, especially considering your interest. Now keep in mind the things I’ve been teaching you, how to behave around Betas and Locals. Firm hand, that’s the stuff. New name, something similar to hers but cuter. Yes, I'm sure she'd love for you to get her pregnant right away. All that no children nonsense usually washes away as soon as a Local is properly owned. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if she gets knocked up the very first month. Yes by all means call the girl back. She sounds very eager to want to meet you at city hall right away. All right, well I’ll see you soon. Dinner tonight to celebrate? At my place? Splendid. Keep the dinner a surprise from her will you, humor your favourite uncle. All right, and congratulations again, Eric.”