Chapter 7
Jendra
I pulled my hand from my pants, my face burning with shame as I fumbled to remove the neural controller from my temples. My fingers trembled so badly I could barely grip the electrodes.
The being watched me with those fathomless black eyes, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. When he spoke again, his voice seemed to resonate at multiple frequencies simultaneously, creating an unsettling harmonic effect that made my skin prickle.
“My name is Omega,” he said, taking a step closer. “And you, little Jendra of Hippolyta, have made a terrible mistake.”
My blood ran cold. “How do you know my name?”
“I know everything about you.” He circled me slowly, like a predator assessing prey.
“I know about your field trip to Magisteria. I know about the museum, about Sala and Alpha, about the way you touched your virgin cunt in that theater seat but pretended you didn’t.
I know about the dormitory, about you and Mabola and Brequa playing with your little cunts, about every shameful fantasy that’s crossed your mind. ”
I pressed myself back against the workbench, my heart racing.
“That’s impossible,” I whispered.
Something about the way he had uttered the c-word, then the way he had repeated it, like a hammer striking a nail, seemed to embody, in a single syllable, more humiliation than I thought the galaxy could hold. Lingering in my memory, the sharp, shameful sound sent a shudder through my whole body.
“Is it?” His smile widened, revealing perfect white teeth. “I am quantum energy given form, shaped by your deepest desires and darkest fears. When you summoned me, you opened your mind completely. I saw everything. Every thought, every memory, every secret you’ve tried to hide even from yourself.”
Tears stung my eyes. This was worse than anything I had imagined.
I had felt almost certain I could never succeed in the crazy attempt to summon an alien being, I suddenly realized.
So I hadn’t thought through any of the possible consequences.
Even if I had, though, I knew I could never have come up with anything this bad.
“I know about Magisteria,” Omega continued, his voice taking on a mocking tone. “About the Federation, about the gravitium mines, about the delightful little power structure your species has built. And I know about Alpha, Beta, and Gamma—those fools who came before me.”
“They’re not fools,” I whispered.
“Oh, but they are.” He stopped circling, standing directly in front of me now, so close I could feel the heat radiating from his obsidian skin.
“They have all this power, all this control they could exercise over your pathetic species, and what do they do? They play house. They fall in love. They make promises not to use their abilities. Idiots.”
The contempt in his voice made me realize the full horror of what I had done. I had tried to summon something gentle, something kind. Instead, I had created a monster.
“You, however,” Omega said, reaching out to trace one finger down my cheek, “you’ve given me something much better than my brothers ever found.
A direct connection to this dimension, anchored in your quantum signature.
And such delicious conflict to feed on. Not to mention a sweet young body on which to sate this form’s considerable carnal needs. ”
“Please,” I managed. “I didn’t mean—”
“Didn’t you?” His hand moved to my throat, not squeezing, just resting there with terrible promise. “You summoned exactly what you wanted, Jendra. Not what you thought you wanted. What you truly craved in the darkest parts of yourself.”
Before I could respond, his other hand gripped the front of my tunic and tore it open with casual strength, breaking the magnetic seals with some combination of kinetic force and energy manipulation. The sound of tearing fabric filled the room as he ripped the garment away from my body.
“No!” I tried to push him away, but it was like pushing against a mountain.
He tore away my bra next, exposing my breasts to the cool air of the reactor room. My pants and panties followed, shredded and discarded until I stood naked before him, trembling.
“Much better,” Omega said, his black eyes roaming over my body with undisguised hunger. “Now we can begin properly.”
He sat on the metal stool I had been using, his massive cock jutting obscenely from his lap. Then, with shocking speed, he grabbed my arm and pulled me across his thighs.
The first slap of his enormous hand against my bare bottom drove the air from my lungs. The pain was immediate and intense, nothing like what I had fantasized. This was real, and it hurt.
“Stop!” I cried out, but he only laughed.
“Why would I stop? This is what you wanted.” Another slap, harder than the first. “This is what you summoned me for. And because you summoned the master you need, it gives me unspeakable pleasure to punish you—though not as much pleasure as fucking you will produce in this splendid body.”
The spanking continued, each impact sending jolts of pain through my body. My bottom felt like it was on fire, the skin burning and throbbing. I kicked my legs helplessly, tears streaming down my face, but his grip on my waist was unbreakable.
“Please,” I sobbed. “Please, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“Didn’t mean to what? Summon me? Touch yourself while thinking about being dominated? Betray everything your precious Ms. Opalin taught you?” His hand came down again and again, painting my bottom with pain. “You meant every bit of it, and we both know it.”
The worst part—the absolutely worst part—was that even through the pain, even through my tears and my shame, I could feel arousal building between my legs.
My pussy was getting wet, responding to the domination exactly as it had in the theater, exactly as it had in my dormitory bed.
The pain wasn’t what I had expected, but somehow my shameful need to submit turned it into a stimulus toward even deeper humiliation.
Finally, the spanking stopped. Omega lifted me off his lap and set me on my feet, though my legs could barely support me. My bottom felt swollen and tender, radiating heat.
“On your knees,” he commanded. “It’s time to begin your training as my consort.”
Consort. Like… royal consort? I stared at him, my eyes flicking downward to look at his enormous erection, then back up again because of the mingled fear and need it produced inside me.
I shook my head. “I can’t—”
“Now.”
Something in his voice compelled me. My legs folded beneath me, and I sank to my knees on the cold concrete floor.
I thought of Alpha, putting the cushion on the stage to comfort his wife’s knees when he had made her do this, made her serve his hard penis with her mouth. I had summoned something much harsher.
“Look at your master’s majesty,” Omega said. He put his right hand on his enormous phallus, stroking it idly. “From this moment on, you will dedicate yourself to pleasing it.”
I shook my head, feeling my face become a mask of woe and refusal. I looked into his hard black face and saw nothing at all of mercy.
“Do not look your master in the eyes unless I tell you to,” he said, his voice quiet and sinister.
I blinked at him, my mind struggling to catch up.
“Do you want to go back over my knee?” he asked sharply. “Lower your eyes and show my manhood the respect it deserves.”
With a little sob I obeyed, watching him run his hand up and down the long, hard shaft. A little drop of fluid appeared at the tip, and I wondered suddenly, to my mortification, what it would taste like.
“I want to make certain you understand,” Omega said, “that when I influence your mind, I do not force you to do anything you do not, deep inside, wish to do.”
“Please,” I heard myself whisper, the words emerging without conscious thought, as if to confirm precisely what the enormous black man had just said. “Please, Master… let me… let me suck your cock.”
The degradation of begging for it was almost worse than being forced. But I couldn’t stop the words, couldn’t stop the desperate need flooding through me.
Omega smiled, that terrible, knowing smile. “Since you asked so nicely.”
He gripped the back of my head with his massive left hand, guiding my mouth to the head of his rigid penis. The knob alone seemed impossibly large, but he pushed forward relentlessly, forcing my jaw wide, filling my mouth completely.
I gagged immediately, tears streaming down my face as he pushed deeper. His cock invaded my throat, cutting off my air, and I thought I might suffocate. But then he pulled back just enough to let me breathe before thrusting forward again.
He fucked my face the same way he had spanked me, with brutal efficiency, using my mouth for his pleasure with no regard for my comfort. Saliva dripped down my chin, mixing with my tears. The sounds I made were wet and obscene, punctuated by desperate gasps for air.
“That’s it,” Omega growled. “Take it. This is what you wanted, you little cunt. To be used like this. I can sense how helpful it is for you not to have to admit it.”
I couldn’t answer, couldn’t do anything but endure as he used me. My jaw ached, my throat burned, and still my traitorous pussy throbbed with need.
When he finally pulled his cock from my mouth, I gasped for air, coughing and trembling. But he wasn’t done. He stood, towering over me, and began to stroke his massive shaft with quick, purposeful movements.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I raised my eyes to his face, and in that moment, I saw the full extent of what I had created. This being was pure dominance, pure appetite, shaped by my darkest fantasies into something that would never be satisfied, never be gentle, never be kind.
His climax came with a roar that seemed to shake the walls. Hot, thick ropes of his seed splashed across my face, my hair, my breasts. He marked me thoroughly, covering me in his release until I was dripping with it.
I knelt there in the aftermath, covered in his cum, my bottom burning, my throat raw, and felt the terrible truth settle over me like a shroud.
I was more aroused than I had ever been in my life.
Omega looked down at me with satisfaction, his cock already beginning to harden again.
“I’m going to take my time with you,” he said.
“While I learn exactly how to conquer this pathetic galaxy of yours. The Federation, the remains of the Empire, all of it. And you’re going to help me, whether you want to or not. ”
“No,” I whispered, but there was no conviction in it.
“Yes.” He reached down and lifted my chin with one finger, forcing me to meet those terrible black eyes. “You can go now. Clean yourself up. Pretend this was just a nightmare. But tomorrow night, you’ll come back here.”
“I won’t—”
“You will. Because tomorrow night, I’m going to take your virginity. I’m going to fuck that tight little cunt of yours and make you mine completely. And you’re going to beg me for it, just like you begged to suck my cock.”
My pussy clenched at his words, betraying me once again.
“Now go,” Omega said, releasing me. “I have plans to make. Be sure to play with your cunt in bed tonight, just like you always do, and think of how much it will hurt to have your master’s hardness inside you.”
I scrambled to gather the shreds of my clothing, trying to cover myself, trying absurdly to salvage some shred of dignity. But there was none to be found. I had summoned this being, had shaped him with my own twisted desires, and now I would have to live with the consequences.
As I fled up the stairs, cum still dripping from my face and breasts, I could hear his laughter echoing behind me.
I made it to the bathroom on my floor and locked myself in a shower stall, turning the water as hot as I could stand. I scrubbed my skin raw, trying to wash away the evidence of what had happened, but I couldn’t wash away the truth.
I was terrified of Omega. But I was also desperately, shamefully aroused by him.
As I dried myself and pulled on my nightshirt, my reflection in the mirror showed me someone I barely recognized. My eyes were wild, my face flushed, my lips swollen from being used. And between my legs, despite everything, I was still wet with need.
I climbed silently into my bed and pulled the blankets over my head, trying to block out the world. But I couldn’t block out the knowledge of what waited for me tomorrow night.
Omega had told me to return. Had told me he would deflower me, would take my virginity and make me his.
And the worst part, the absolutely worst part, was that I knew I would go.
Not because he had commanded it. Not because I had no choice. I could tell myself that, but his terrible words about not forcing me to do anything I didn’t want to do rang much too true.
I would go because some dark, twisted part of me wanted it more than anything I had ever wanted in my life.
I pressed my thighs together, trying to ease the aching need, and felt a sob build in my chest. What had I become? What had I done?
Ms. Opalin had warned me to fight these feelings. Instead, I had summoned them into physical form, given them power and substance and terrible, terrible hunger.
Tomorrow night, I would go to the basement. Tomorrow night, Omega would fuck me with that enormous cock, would take my maidenhead and claim me completely.
And I would beg him for it.
The knowledge terrified me. But it also made my pussy clench with anticipation, made my nipples harden beneath my nightshirt, made my breath come faster.
I slipped one hand between my legs, finding myself slick and swollen.
I shouldn’t touch myself. I shouldn’t give in to this.
But I was already lost, already damned to obey his final obscene command.
I turned onto my tummy and rode my lewd hand, my hips rising and falling as I pleasured myself, trying desperately not to wake my roommates.
I came within seconds, the ghostly feeling of Omega’s seed on my skin still present in my imagination, along with the terrible memory of how he had fucked my face and the terrifying anticipation of being made to receive his hardness in my untried pussy.
I took the fabric of my pillowcase between my teeth to quiet the moan that threatened to break from my chest and I rode my slippery fingers until the aftershocks subsided.
Then I curled up and, to my astonishment, fell fast asleep, my hand still between my thighs.