Brian becomes a Beta - Brandy becomes an Alpha

“Bleeeep!”

“Oh, I’m very sorry Brian. You didn’t make it. But please don’t be upset. 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 on the other side, looking for the desk to report to when he heard a happy squeal.

“Brian!” He turned around and saw Brandy bouncing happily towards him. “I won! Can you believe it? I’ll be an Alpha!”

Brian smiled, happy for his friend. “Congratulations, Brandy!”

“And you?” She looked at him expectantly. Brian held up his watch, showing his status.

“Oooh, I’m sorry Brian. But don’t worry, okay? I’ll adopt you. And Beth! We’ll all be together.” She smiled so widely Brian couldn’t help himself but smile too.

“I’d like that Brandy, I’d like that quite a lot.”

“Family,” Brandy, said, smiling.

“Yeah, family.”

“Ooooooh, what cup size would you like?”

“What?” Brian looked startled as Brandy started dragging him on towards the exit. A curvy blonde, Brandy’s assistant, trailing them as she tried to explain all the procedures while Brandy was thinking out loud how cute Brianna would look with a baby bump.

Candace slumped forward, grimacing as Brandt slapped her ass as he withdrew from her, cum dripping down her legs. He barely gave her another look, picking up a stack of papers and rifling through them.

Candace was breathing heavily. Her mind a fog, her only thought was ‘almost home’. Brandt had promised to break her at the beginning of the week and he’d almost succeeded. A brutal campaign of rewards and punishments, spankings and orgasms had been used to push her to the brink. He’d made sure the only meals she received were those she sucked directly from his cock. He’d told her he only had two semen mods done. One increased his loads to almost ridiculous amounts and the other made sure that his cum contained all the nutritional value a person would need.

He’d done nothing about the taste which had almost made her throw up a few times. Brandt had told her she’d grow to love it. After being almost drowned in it for a week, to her horror she realized she’d stopped hating it.

Candace was getting ****. Brandt’s words of breaking her had not been an idle threat. Had she not been able to cling to the hope that he’d be obligated to let her go after the project was finished, she wasn’t sure she would have been able to hold on. To stop her mind from being molded to his wishes. It was another Alpha she thought of during those times, a sweet grad student named Eric whose doctoral thesis she was overseeing. He’d promised to adopt her after she was finished.

While she’d laughed it off with a kiss at the time, she was determined to accept now. It seemed the only way to escape from Brandt as he’d made his interest very plain. An adoption form with his signature, only needing hers, was always visible on his desk. “Whenever you’re ready” he’d said, with an arrogant smirk.

She hated him, Candace told herself. And what she hated even worse was how he knew exactly how to make her body shake and scream in orgasm, how she shivered in happiness whenever he called her a good girl. ‘Almost home’ she repeated to herself as a mantra. ‘It’ll all be over soon, just a bad dream…’ The bruises would heal, he wasn’t allowed to do any real damage to her. No marking of any kind. And she took the pill religiously, she wasn’t sure her mind would survive if he’d gotten her with child.

“Operation looks to be successful, Roberts. Brandt Industries got a substantial amount of funding for building the neighbourhoods and then again for actually filling the houses up.”

“Yes sir.”

“This is the part where I would say exemplary work Robert, if it had been on your part.”

Brandt grabbed Candace’s hair, pulling her off the desk and to her knees, facing his spent cock. He rubbed it against her face, smearing it with their combined juices before tapping his manhood against her lips. Wordlessly and still dazed from getting pounded, she opened her mouth and started to lick him clean. “Good girl,” he muttered.

“Sir?”

“But it wasn’t exemplary work, was it Roberts? At least not on your part.”

“Sir? I’m not sure…”

“Every issue that cropped up was solved by a Beta or a Local. That power outage near Seattle. The computer crash which almost wiped out our data. The riot in Spokane.”

“Sir these things happen, but everything was dealt with…”

“Yes, but not by you!” Brandt slammed his fist on the table, startling everyone in the room.

“Sir I oversaw…”

“You oversaw nothing. How can you expect the Betas and Locals to do their jobs properly when you’re not there to oversee them?”

“Sir… I trust…”

“Trust? Trust? Betas and Locals need a firm hand and guidance Roberts. They need an Alpha to oversee them, to point them in the right direction. To give them orders!”

Candace sputtered and gagged as Brandt held her face to his crotch, his cock hardening in her throat while he raged against Roberts. Brandt held her there for a moment longer before letting her drop, ignoring her coughing.

“And you failed to procure Brandy…. tsk tsk tsk Roberts. Failure after failure. You know, in ages past, when a man had failed as entirely as you have, they would throw themselves on their sword.

He pushed forward a stack of papers to Roberts.

“You’re not fit to be an Alpha, Roberts. But luckily, I know of a place you’re far better suited to. Think of it as a sword, or swords of sorts. Sign these.”

“I…”

“These documents say that you voluntarily give up your position as an Alpha to become a breeder for the city. Very admirable of you Roberts.”

“You can’t be serious…” Roberts said, backing up.

Two very large men stepped into the room, Roberts bumped into one, looking up at the man.

“I… I’m an Alpha! You can’t do this to me! There are rules, laws!”

Brandt sneered. “You calling yourself an Alpha is an insult to real Alphas. And I’m not doing anything to you. You’re doing it to yourself.”

Both of the men behind Roberts put a very large hand on his shoulders. “You see Roberts, failure like this… that should be punished. And of this magnitude, it wouldn’t just be you getting punished.” Brandt held up a picture of Roberts with his mother and sisters on his lap and a younger brother standing behind them.

“Very cute family. It’d be a shame if they ended up in the public stocks should you… disappear mysteriously.”

Roberts gulped, staring at the picture a moment before nodding. He took the paper Brandt handed him and signed it. “Good girl” Brandt smiled, though there was no mirth in it. “I’ll visit you when you’re done, who knows, first daughter might well be mine” A hand clamped on Roberts mouth as his eyes went wide, muffling his wail of despair as the men marched him out.

Brandt looked at the screen, seeing Brandy march out Brain.

“Now that’s the confidence and take charge attitude of an Alpha,” he said, as if to himself. “I’ll start with her on our new generation of Alphas. That should prove I’m not sexist… one loyal to me and to the true ideal of what an Alpha should be…” He smiled.

“Caught your breath my dear?” Brandt said, turning to Candace. He pulled up his pants as Candace pulled down her skirt. She gave him a nasty look, causing him to laugh.

“Oh don’t give me that look Candy; you enjoyed yourself thoroughly this week. After I showed you the proper way to behave, of course.” He walked over to her, cupping her chin and tilting her head to face him. “Have you reconsidered my offer yet? This could be your everyday life.”

“I’ll pass” Candace said through gritted teeth.

“Such defiance…” Brandt murmured. “Not really an appropriate way to speak to the father of your child.”

“No… no that’s not… I’m on the…”

“Pill? Yes, I know. And Alphas are not allowed to interfere with the birth control of Locals. And I haven’t.”

Candace shivered as she looked up at him, stuck between Brandt and the desk.

“But I did lie about something else. You see I have a third semen mod. One that, if the semen is administered to the subject often enough, cancels out birth control. Pearson's refused to mod me like this of course, stuck up prigs that they are. Prattling on about Local rights… but there are others without their ‘ethical’ concerns. Not as good as Pearson's of course, nowhere near the quality. It takes quite a bit of semen to achieve the desired effect.”

He leaned forward, whispering in her ear, his hand moving down her skirt and inserting a finger before drawing it out.

“But then, you’ve been taking quite a bit of mine over the last week, haven’t you Candy? Three square meals a day,” he grinned, shoving his finger, slick with her juices and his semen into her mouth. “Can you taste the fertility?” Candace whimpered, her tongue automatically cleaning his finger.

“In any case, I got the result back yesterday. I didn’t think I’d get it done so fast but here we are. And Pearson's are a marvel, aren’t they? Able to detect pregnancy even a day old?”

Candace slumped to the ground, broken, a hand cradling her stomach, staring blankly ahead. The adoption papers landed in front of her.

“Sign,” Brandt said, tossing her a pen. “And chin up dear, it won’t be so bad. No more silly science stuff for you. No more decision making. You’ll be happy. I’ll see to it, one way or another…”

Candy signed, barely listening, only reacting when he took the papers from her and caressed her cheek, almost tenderly, wiping away a tear. “Good girl.”