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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      Other, F/M
  Fandom:
      Arrow_(TV_2012)
  Relationship:
      Oliver_Queen/Thea_Queen
  Character:
      Oliver_Queen, Moira_Queen, Thea_Queen
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Omega_Verse, Sibling_Incest,
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Mutual_Non-Con, Forced_Abortion, Bondage, Angst,
      Chicks_with_dicks, she-male, f!Alpha/m!Omega
  Series:
      Part 1 of At_Odds_AU
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-20 Words: 2066
****** Bitch Queen ******
by BassDrop
Summary
     AU for the story "At Odds."
     In "At Odds," Moira suggests that the Bond between Oliver and Malcolm
     might be broken by another Alpha -- namely Thea. Well, she's the only
     one the Queens have on hand at the time. This is a dirty little story
     about Moira getting her way.
     This is F/M where the M is the F and the F is the M and... it's
     Omegaverse, what can you say? It makes sense, there.
     "I don't understand."
     Thea's mother had come home from the hospital in a near panic.  The Queen
Omega had rushed about, making calls, making demands.  Thea had wanted to know
what the hell had happened to Ollie.  Was he all right?  Moira had pushed her
off for two hours.  Thea had  threatened to just go there herself -- and what
do you mean they won't let an Alpha in there?  She was his sister!  What the
hell was going on?
     Finally, Moira had sat down with her to explain it over some tea.  And it
still didn't make any sense.  "Oliver was... Look, sweetheart, it's...," Moira
fumbled.  "Oliver's been Bonded."
    Thea's mind darted.  She knew her brother's secret, of course.  This would
blow it all out of the water, but so what?  Thea was the Queen scion Alpha.  "I
still don't see--"
     "It was Malcolm Merlyn," Moira snapped, her eyes flashing as she said that
name, her fingers clutching like talons on her daughter's wrist.
     Thea wrinkled her nose.  "But I thought he was your friend."
     "No, Thea.  That man was never a friend to our family."  Her mother's eyes
bored into her.  "Now he's... somehow tricked Oliver, seduced him into this
Bond.  We have to break it."
     "But a Bond can't...?"
     "If we are in time, another Alpha can disrupt it."
     Thea frowned.  "But Walter...."  Walter had left them.
     Moira squeezed her hand.  "Please, Thea.  Your brother needs you."
     "But... I can't!"  Her stomach twisted.  "With Ollie?  How could I?"
     "Just say you will, sweetheart.  I'll take care of everything."  Moira let
go of her hand.  She took out a small bottle and dropped a pill into Thea's
cup.  It dissolved into little golden bubbles.  "Just drink this.  Then go to
your room, change into a bathrobe.  I'll come get you."
     Thea swallowed.  To help Ollie.  She picked up the cup and hoped that half
of what she saw on TV about roofies was true.

 


     Oliver rolled his eyes, trying to open them.  Trying to gather his mind,
trying to move his body.  They'd taken him from his Alpha -- kidnapped him, and
brought him to...?  Why did this place smell so familiar?
     A soft hand touched the back of his head, his neck.  "Don't be afraid,
sweetheart.  Everything will be all right."  It was his mother's voice.
     Oliver opened his eyes.  It was his mother's room.  He inhaled deeply
through his nose, because his mouth was blocked with a rubber stop.  His body
was draped over a half-bed, his wrists manacled to the bed posts, his legs
hanging down.  His mother tightened the straps around his thighs, forcing his
legs to spread wide.  It was some kind of medieval mating bench!  What the hell
was his mother even doing with this in the house?
     He struggled against the bonds, but they were made of sturdy leather, the
posts of thick wood.
     "Just relax, Oliver.  It will be over soon."
     His heart jackhammered.  His mother meant to go through with it!  Another
Alpha -- Thea! -- would rut with him to break the Bond with Malcolm.  He
screamed in protest, muffled by the gag.
     Something cool and wet touched the sensitive skin of his crack, his
sphincter.  Moira rubbed lubricant on him, then sprayed him with an artificial
Omega pheromone.  The stark chemical smell would mask his scent, and trigger a
rut.  He jerked at the straps on his wrists, fought light a trapped animal.
     Then Moira brought Thea in.


 

     Thea shivered in her bathrobe, her mind a pleasant, fuzzy cotton, empty
and white.  Moira tugged her to her feet, led her down the hall.  The plush
carpeting was soft against her bare feet.  She stared down, watching the blobs
of color roll past.
     She roused slightly in the darkened room.  A scent made her nose twitch. 
A strong smell, enticing, arousing.  She took a strong whiff and felt heat
pooling in her groin.  She'd been horny before, feeling that tingle in her
vulva, a burn in her clit.  Now she felt a strange heaviness along with it, a
stretching feeling at the top of her slit.
     Curious, she opened her robe and looked down.  The Alpha female clitoris
is of course merely the tip of her retracted penis.  It was swollen now, bigger
than her thumb, bigger than it had ever gotten, spreading her slit open.  Hot
blood surged, stiffening and extending the cock.  Thea trembled with its
strength, with the need to drive this shaft into warm flesh.
     The flesh of the willing, needy Omega that was filling the room with that
siren call of raw animal need.  Her attention focused on the tight, wet hole
awaiting her shaft.  She moved forward, haphazardly pushing the robe back, and
mounted the Omega.  He cried out and resisted her thrust, but she ignored
that.  It was the Omega's lot to submit to the rutting Alpha.
     She growled with effort and clutched at his hips.  She leaned over to bite
him, but someone was wedging something between her face and his back.  What
interference?  She didn't scent any enemies in the room.  No other Alphas. 
Another Omega, perhaps.  Never mind.  She bit at the pillow.
     She splayed her toes on the carpet and drove her hips forward as she
steadied herself with her hands.  Her spear pressed, then breached the Omega's
tight hole.  He screamed again, and she roared as the friction drove her wild. 
Young and strong, she pumped her hips, lost in the haze of the Alpha state.
     Pleasure rode up her shaft, vibrated her cunt, ignited her very core.  She
came swiftly, the power of it drawing her muscles taut.  Her fingers clawed
into the Omega's hips, her legs spread, stiffened, her back arched as fire shot
the length of her cock and exploded into the Omega.
     Then as suddenly as it had started, the power withdrew, leaving her limp
and panting.


 

     Moira edged closer to her children.  Thea's eyes were still glassy, her
pupils pinpricks under the effects of the various chemicals.  Moira slid her
hand between the sibling's bodies and tugged gently to get Thea's cock to
disengage.  She was young and drugged, so hopefully she hadn't knotted.  No,
the shaft slid out freely, wet and loose.
     Oliver was sobbing enough to break his mother's heart, but she hardened
it.  IT was all for his best interest.  The air was filled with the ripe scent
of an Alpha in rut.  That should break loose the fledgling Bond Malcolm had
tried to establish.  To make sure, Moira dipped her fingertips in the slick
coating Thea's shaft and dabbed it under Oliver's nose, though he tried to
shake her off.
     Moira had to tend to her daughter, now.  She tugged the girl away from her
captive brother, steadying her on her feet.  She led Thea to the bathroom and
started a hot shower for her.
     A few minutes later, she returned for her son.  It hurt her to see him
like this.  She moved forward and tugged the gag loose.  "Oh, my poor baby
boy," she crooned, trying to soothe him.  "Don't cry.  My beautiful boy."  She
stroked his cheeks, his temple
     Oliver sobbed, his eyes closed, his head down.  It would take him some
time to forgive her... but when he was free, he would see clearly.  He already
knew that Malcolm had killed Robert -- God knows how -- and he would be
grateful to be freed from that evil man.
     Moira petted him, shushed his sobs like a mother should.  Until she made
out his words.
     "No, not the baby.  Don't hurt the baby...."
     "Baby?"  Ice pierced her heart and she recoiled.  "He got you pregnant? 
Oh God, Oliver."  Her mind raced in panic.  "It's all right.  We'll take care
of this."
     "No!"


 

     Oliver's body shook from the physical and emotional abuse.  He'd been
terrified that the Alpha brought to rape him would breach his inner sphincter
and harm the baby.  He hadn't been ready to be pregnant, but the Bond and his
hormones made him incredibly protective.  Especially when that Bond was
threatened by another Alpha.
     He felt sick to his very core.  He was lying here, helpless, still wet,
dripping with his sister's seed.  His mother had forced his sister to rut with
him!  He struggled to wipe the stench from his upper lip.
     He needed his Alpha, but Malcolm was lying in the hospital, gravely
wounded.  Oliver yanked at his bonds, rubbing his wrists raw, but getting
nowhere.
     The door opened and he flung a look over his shoulder to see his mother
come back in with a small cannister and a wand attached to a hose.  She looked
like an exterminator ready to commit genocide on some bugs.  His innards
quailed.
     "Mom," he said, trying to force his voice to stay level.  "Please don't."
     "You are not going to have that man's offspring!" she snarled.  She wasn't
in a mood to listen.
     "Mom, please!  This isn't what you think."
     "You'll thank me once this is over."
     "Please, I'm begging you not to do it!"  Oliver clenched his opening as
tightly as he could, but it was even more hopeless this time.
     Moira dabbed the head of the douche nozzle with lubricant, then used her
fingers to stretch his hole for insertion.  The cold metal slipped in easily.
     "No, Mom, don't!
     The thin probe went in deeper; he had no way to grip it, to try to stop
it.  It prodded at his inner sphincter.  "Sweetheart, don't fight me."
     "Stop it!"
     "I don't want to hurt you.  Just relax and let me do this."
     "No!  No!  No!"  He clenched every muscle as hard as he could against this
violation.
     His mother gripped the back of his neck.  "Stop fighting me, Oliver."  She
pressed harder with the nozzle, sending a dull pain through his core.  Her
fingernails dug into the skin of his neck, trying to trigger his Omega
response.
     Oliver fought her with every ounce of his strength.  "No!  NO!"
     With a final jab, the nozzle tip tore through the sphincter membrane. 
"I'm sorry," Moira said over his scream.  "But it must be done."
     She pulled the trigger, and the spermicidal douche poured into his womb
like acid.  Oliver howled in anguish, over the life within him lost.
     And that Bond, the Bond he had forged with Malcolm, discovered in the most
unlikely of places.  It dissolved, burning away to ash.


 

A few days later....

     Oliver sat in his room.  He didn't have much choice.  The chain on his
collar let him lie on the bed or sit on its edge.  He could pace to the desk,
sit there and eat when they brought him food.
     He hadn't been 'rational,' his mother had said, after what she'd done to
him.  His own mother.
     The door opened, and she was there.  Moira Queen smiled.  Oliver viewed
her through a lens of resentment, but even that could not disguise the look
Moira wore.  She had changed, like a wilting flower finally receiving water.
     "It's over," she said, her smile alight like the sun.
     Oliver just shook his head in confusion.
     "Malcolm Merlyn is dead.  I can't believe I can finally say that."
     "Dead?" was all he could say, numbly.
     "Yes.  After everything he's done."  That old venom crept into her voice. 
"You know he killed your father, and nearly you.  He threatened me, he tried to
Bond me...."  Her eyes met his.  "He was going to destroy this city, Oliver. 
You have no idea what he had planned.  But I stopped him!"
     "You... you stopped the Undertaking?"
     She frowned at him speculatively.  "You knew about that?"
     He looked away.
     "You said you knew... secrets.  I had no idea...."  She took a breath. 
"but yes.  I stopped him and his hellish Undertaking once and for all.  Once he
was hurt... in the hospital, vulnerable...."  Her eyes darkened.
     "You killed him."  Oliver still felt only numb.  If the Bond had survived,
surely he would have felt the Alpha's death.
     "It was a complication from his serious wounds," Moira stated innocently. 
She reached to touch him, then drew her hand back.  Guilt darkened her demeanor
once more.  "I know you want to leave.  Possibly never to return"  She looked
at the floor.  "At least you will be safe from him, now."
     She gave him the key to his collar.  She went out, leaving the door open
for him.
 
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