Chapter 6 #2
I told myself I just wanted to understand.
To prove that I could control what the field trip had unleashed inside me, that I didn’t need the Magisterian version of dominance.
I could summon an entity like Alpha but gentler, kinder.
One who would help me explore these feelings without the cruelty, without the degradation.
On the third night, I made my decision.
I waited until after midnight, when most of my dorm mates were asleep.
I went to the common room and carefully disconnected the neural controller from the gaming console, wrapping the electrodes and their attached wires around the small control unit.
My hands shook as I tucked the device under my arm.
The basement was accessible through a maintenance door near the laundry room. I had been down there before, helping with a repair, so I knew the layout. The fusion reactor sat in its own sealed chamber, humming quietly, providing power to the entire building.
I set up the neural controller on a workbench near the reactor’s control panel, my fingers fumbling with the connections. The reactor’s quantum field generator—normally just used to contain the fusion reaction—would serve as the energy source for the summoning, I hoped.
I sat on a metal stool and attached the electrodes to my temples. They felt cold against my skin, and I shivered despite the warmth of the reactor room.
On my datapad, I pulled up the star chart I had prepared, showing the Hippolytan system at its center, our location marked with precise coordinates.
I stared at it, letting the image fill my mind.
The galaxy spiraled around us, vast and infinite, and somewhere in that vastness were the energy beings of the Collective, waiting.
I focused on my location, on the exact coordinates of where I sat. I felt the neural controller begin to hum softly, reading my brain patterns, amplifying them.
And then, to my astonishment, I felt something respond.
The reactor’s hum seemed to change pitch, just slightly. The air in the room seemed to thicken, to take on a quality I couldn’t quite name. It was as if something had begun to reach back toward me from an impossible distance, drawn by my focused thoughts.
Now came the hard part. I needed to hold in mind the purpose for my summoning.
I thought about Alpha, about his imposing presence, his command. But I tried to soften the image in my mind, to make him gentler, more caring. I wanted someone who would understand these urges, who would help me explore them without judgment or cruelty.
But as I concentrated, as my arousal began to build in response to the fantasy taking shape in my mind, the image shifted. It took on a life of its own, warping away from my conscious control.
The man I imagined grew larger, more imposing. His expression hardened into something cruel, something hungry. Where I had tried to picture tenderness, I saw instead an appetite that would not be denied.
No, I thought desperately. That’s not what I want. That’s not—
But my body betrayed me. To my horror, my pussy clenched, responding to the dark fantasy with shameful intensity. My hand moved of its own accord, slipping down the front of my pants, finding that slick, swollen place between my thighs.
I couldn’t stop. The protocol required concentration, commitment: this state of heightened awareness, and my body had seized control. My fingers worked frantically as the fantasy consumed me.
He was bending me over, this cruel man from my imagination. I could feel his hand coming down hard across my bottom, again and again, punishing me for my disobedience, for daring to summon him. I was crying, begging him to stop, but he didn’t listen. He never listened.
And then he was behind me, and I felt the enormous head of his cock pressing against my virgin entrance. I begged him to wait, to be gentler, but he thrust forward anyway, breaching me, taking what he wanted with no regard for my pleasure.
The fantasy was terrible and perfect and I couldn’t stop, couldn’t pull back, couldn’t regain control. My climax built with terrifying speed, my fingers working desperately as the reactor’s hum grew louder, more insistent.
As the orgasm crashed through me, I felt something tear in the fabric of reality itself.
The air in front of me shimmered, then darkened. Energy coalesced, taking shape, solidifying into flesh and bone and muscle.
When my vision cleared, when I could finally focus through the aftershocks of pleasure, I saw him.
An enormous man stood before me—if man was even the right word.
His skin was jet black, so dark it seemed to absorb the light around him.
He was nearly seven feet tall, his shoulders broad, his musculature powerful and perfectly defined.
His eyes were completely black, without any visible pupils, yet I could feel them fixed on me with an intensity that made my breath catch.
And between his legs, already fully erect, was a cock that made even Alpha’s seem modest.
“Well,” he said, his voice deep and resonant, carrying a quality that seemed to vibrate through my entire body. “What do we have here?”
I tried to speak, tried to explain, but no words would come.
My hand was still down my pants, my fingers slick with my need.
The neural controller’s electrodes were still attached to my temples.
And before me stood a being I had summoned from the quantum foam itself—a being shaped not by my conscious desires but by my darkest fantasies.
What had I done?