Queen's River Stories: The Alpha Lottery

“Brian Simms? Please place your right hand on the scanner.”

Brian stepped forward, clearly nervous. The 19 year old self-consciously looked around the tent set-up by the Queen’s River recruitment team. The normally closed off township had, under a new program from the current mayor, sent a number of recruitment caravans throughout the country. At every location, people who wanted to could enter a lottery. 10 people were chosen, seemingly at random, to become new Alphas. Regardless of their family status. They would be given a home, education (where needed) and a lump sum payment that should last about 5 years. Enough to finish a college degree or begin a start-up.

His long, unkempt brown hair was bound in a ponytail. Slim to the point of starving, Brian looked like he’d skipped more than a few meals. His clothing and appearance also pointed to a young man without a steady income or even a home. Someone living in trashy motels off the bare minimum Uber Eats was paying their drivers plus the occasional tip. That had been Brian's life after leaving the youth home at the age of 16, his birth parents long since deceased. Drifting from town to town, never feeling at home, never having had a real family. And that’s when he found the pamphlet.

Queen’s River was expanding, the pamphlet had said. The city limits had been moved and a housing project for over 20.000 new homes with accompanying infrastructure would be built. But birthrates for new Alphas had not been as projected and regular recruitment drives were not turning out the numbers needed to fill the neighbourhood. As a new Orphantown was not politically viable, new Alphas were needed. 50 teams were sent out across the US to scout for volunteers. At each location out of all entrants, 10 people would become Alphas.

There wasn’t a lot of information on Queen’s River online when he used a computer at the local library. Notably, it was an Oedipal Zone, or OZ for short. He'd heard of those before—Salt Bay advertising was hard to miss—, but Queen's River didn't seem to be the same kind of place. It seemed to be a very prosperous city and had one of the top universities in the country. The first born sons of Alphas became Alphas themselves, lords and masters over their Betas. Betas had very limited rights, becoming basically property of their Alphas.

Culturally however, Queen’s River Alphas seemed to not let this power go to their head much. From what he had been able to find, Betas were more cherished pets then they were slaves. Sexual pets, sure. But in general they seemed to be treated very well. From forums he’d read through, Betas were even in positions of power and influence at many companies and government levels.

The last level was Local, or Orphan. These were the people who would have been Betas but were without an Alpha. Their rights were basically non-existent except for the right to refuse adoption by an Alpha. For the rest they were at the whims of any Alpha that took a fancy to them. Brian assumed this meant they were basically sex slaves but there he was surprised as well. Not only were a number of notable professors, company owners and CEO’s Locals, city officials and even the Mayor were! The reasoning apparently was that if a city official belonged to every Alpha in the city, they would be less inclined to give preferential treatment to any specific Alpha.

It all seemed like a dream to Brian. Life of luxury, groups of Betas to cater to his every whim… a far cry from the life he’d been living so far. “Even if it’s too good to be true, anything would be a paradise compared to this…” he’d muttered and had driven to the nearest location.

But now, looking at the crowd and the people in charge, Brian was having doubts. The Alphas running the lottery were… well… perfect specimens of human beings. Physically their muscled bodies were clear even through their clothes. Not to a body builder level, but clearly very fit. Though they were generally attractive, it wasn’t their looks that would make you pick them out in a crowd.

No, it was their easy smiles and the way they carried themselves that did that. Their very presence had turned what would have been a rowdy crowd into a well behaved one. When earlier someone had attempted to jump in line and had started pushing, one of the Alphas was there almost instantly, placing a hand on the man's shoulder. He’d whispered something to him and without further complaint, the man had gone all the way back and rejoined the line at the end.

The Betas accompanying them were equally perfect. Though their perfection was more physical. Their clothing perhaps a tad more skimpy, though still decent. But the male and female Beta’s might well have been the most beautiful people Brian had ever seen. Normally, looking like that, either of the women would have been the center of a citywide gang-bang. But the presence of the Alphas stopped that somehow. Outside of the OZ all of them were subject to regular Free Use laws, but none of the people present really considered chatting up one of the Betas outside of their fantasies. They clearly belonged to the Alphas present. Trying to be with them without explicit permission felt…. wrong… somehow.

Was he supposed to become like that? Brian tended to be a bit paranoid about good things happening. Sure, they claimed it was a fair lottery, but was it really? Would they not select people based on what they believed would be a good fit? Brian looked around the crowd. There were a lot of people who were more fit, more… self assured then he was. Did he really have a chance?

In the end, it was hope that drove him forward and it was hope that made him press his palm against the scanner, the kind smiles of the Alpha and Beta couple in front of him encouraging him. The kind of smiles he vaguely remembered from his own parents, making him feel safe. They gestured him onward to the other side of the partition where another Beta waited.

“Brian? Right this way please.”

“Wait… that’s a bus… did I win? Am I an Alpha?”

The woman smiled. “I don’t know, you won’t find out until you get there. You did read the entire brochure, right?”

“Uhm… the library asked me to leave so I couldn’t...”

“Oh, I see…” a momentary flash of pity was visible in her face as she took his appearance before she relaxed.

“Well there are two rounds of the lottery. The first is for residency. That one you won, so congrats!” She smiled. “That means that you get a home and a job or education depending on what you prefer and what the community needs. But don’t worry, we take the happiness of our residents very seriously!”

Brian couldn’t help but smile.

“So the next lottery is determining your status. 10 people will be chosen to be Alpha’s, the rest will become Locals.”

“Locals?” Brian stopped.

“Oh don’t worry! The stuff you read is way overblown. Besides, a cutie like you would be a Beta in no time.”

“Right…”

“Queen’s River isn’t like Salt Bay, Brian. Everyone is taken care of there. There’s no widespread mistreatment. I mean, look at me, I’m a Local and I couldn’t be happier!”

“You’re a Local? I thought you were with…”

The woman laughed. “We get that a lot, but no. It’s a good life Brian. Queen’s River takes care of its own. You’ll see. But we’re not forcing you, you can back out if you wish. Until you get in the bus, you’re free to walk away.”

Brian barely needed a moment to consider. Living day to day, paycheck to paycheck, never having a real home vs a life where everything was taken care of? Even at the bottom rung, that sounded like a better deal he’d ever gotten.

“Is that all of them?” An older man asked, nodding at the group selected to travel to Queen’s River. As an Alpha, for him to show his age meant he was very old indeed. If you didn’t look at his eyes, he might have been a kindly grandfather. Well dressed and in great shape, but still. But his eyes were the eyes of a cruel predator.

“Yes sir, Mr. Brandt.” The woman answering him looked to be in her early forties. Her true age being much older but Pearson's works wonders. A mature beauty, not at all suited to the outfit she was wearing. Candace Newton was in her own words, a genius. A genius recognized across the globe. Recruited in her early twenties after her first doctorate by the founding father of Queen’s River, Edward Monarch, she’d set up the genetics department at Queen’s River University. While most of her research was bought and classified by Pearson’s, her advances in unlocking the genetic code of humanity brought her international acclaim. In spite of being a Local she had the respect of the entire city. When asked if she resented being at the sexual beck and call of her Alpha students she replied that she considered it a bonus. She’d never felt truly degraded by the use the Alphas put her through. Except for when she was used by the man standing next to her. The reason she was wearing what she was wearing instead of the suit and lab coat that usually adorned her.

William Brandt looked at the crowd milling into the buses. He smirked. “Sheep… the DNA scanner working fine I take it?”

“Yes sir, pre-selection has allowed a percentage of…”

Brandt waved her into silence. “Yes or no will suffice, Candy.”

“Sir… my name is…”

“I don’t care. Outside of this room you can be a professor and nobel prize winner or whatever all you want. Whilst in my presence, you are Candy. You exist to please me, got it?”

“Y… yes sir.”

“Knees”

Internally, Candace sighed. She was a tenured professor, cited all over the globe! The leading geneticist on this damn planet for over 40 years! But as her eyes zeroed in on Brandt’s bulge, none of that really mattered. She knelt and unzipped him, opening her mouth. ‘It’s not like I wouldn’t otherwise… but does he have to be such an asshole about it?’ She thought as she started sucking. ‘Oh god and now he’s going to…’

“Good girl,” Brandt smirked, knowing that would piss the mature woman who took pride in her graceful age off more than anything else. “Make sure to swallow it all.” he said, petting her head like one would a dog or a child.

‘It’s a disgrace,’ Brandt thought ‘A Local given such authority, out-competing Alphas! Queen’s River has been far too lax, too lenient with the Local and Beta population. This is what they’re for, not lecturing me about laws and biology.’

Candace had learned, very quickly after being assigned to Brandt’s team, that he had not changed since the first time they’d met. He did not value the opinion of anyone other than an Alpha. And even that only on sufferance. She’d tried to correct him on a subject and had found herself stripped and fucked senseless.

When she’d woken up, covered in semen, her clothing ripped, Brandt had informed her that whilst on this project she’d be called Candy and would only speak when spoken too. An Alpha’s word was absolute to a Local like her, but it had still stung. Still wobbly from the fucking and all the orgasms - somehow that he was actually good at fucking made it worse - she’d only nodded.

When she’d later protested against the outfit he had her wear: an extremely short skirt, thigh high socks and a pink shirt that said ‘Daddy’s Princess’ he’d spanked her hard with an almost vicious glee before fucking her again. Due to Pearson’s, Candace looked amazing for her age. But pulling off that outfit was beyond her. Nevertheless until they were home, it and similar outfits were the only ones Brandt allowed her to wear. To make sure she didn’t forget her place, he’d said.

Brandt was one of the founding Alphas, and the only one who still hadn’t retired. Even the other members of the Alpha Council treated him with deference, let alone the other two Alphas that joined them on the recruitment trip. Brandt had claimed her personally during the trip, so there was no reprieve elsewhere either. Unless she had a specific other duty, she was to rain attendance on him which consisted either of being used or of giving short yes or no answers. In spite of Queen’s River’s customs being ingrained on her, Alphas being her absolute masters, she seethed. Even if the sex was amazing.

As Brandt started pumping his seed down her throat, his hand holding her down barely necessary, those thoughts faded away. Nothing really mattered in that moment except the knowledge of having pleased an Alpha.