Chapter 8
Beta
I had just left a meeting of the Draco planetary council when Alpha made contact over our quantum bond.
Beta, I heard in my mind. We have a situation.
I paused in the corridor outside the council chamber, letting the Draco delegates pass by with their usual deference.
They had grown accustomed to my presence over the past years—a blue-skinned giant who had come to the planet for love, only to be widowed by a terraforming accident, and then to serve as liaison between their world and the Magisterian Federation.
What kind of situation? I sent back, already moving toward a more private location.
A young Hippolytan woman has summoned an energy entity from the quantum void.
I stopped walking entirely. That’s impossible. The summoning protocols were classified decades ago.
Nevertheless, it has happened. The girl was under light surveillance for possible recruitment, and the sensor between her thighs pinged with a hyper-normal signature. I reached out and found the entity’s signature on Hippolyta and pieced it together. And Beta—
There was something in Alpha’s mental tone that made my jaw clench.
The entity she summoned is… problematic. Maybe very problematic indeed. Are you somewhere private? I need you to reach out and see what you can gather for yourself.
I had reached an empty observation deck and now I stood before the viewport, staring out at Draco’s twin moons without really seeing them. I looked around; I was alone.
Reasonably private. Go ahead and tune me in.
I steadied myself against the viewport, letting my consciousness open to Alpha’s guidance. Through our quantum bond, I felt him reach out and attune my awareness to another signature—one that made every instinct in my borrowed human body recoil in revulsion.
The moment I connected to that quantum signature, I felt my knees buckle. I gripped the edge of the viewport frame to keep from collapsing as the full force of what this entity was slammed into my consciousness.
Hyper-dominance. That was the only word for it.
Where Alpha, Gamma, and I had chosen to integrate with humanity, to build relationships based on mutual respect and genuine affection, this entity craved absolute domination.
I could feel its hunger radiating across the quantum foam—an insatiable appetite to subjugate, to conquer, to reduce humanity to nothing more than playthings for its amusement.
But worse than that, far worse, was what I sensed about its origins.
This wasn’t like us—entities who had existed in the quantum void for eons before choosing to manifest. This thing had been created, summoned into being by…
by a young woman’s fantasies. Her repressed desires, given form and consciousness and terrible, terrible power.
I could feel her in the signature too. A girl barely an adult—eighteen or nineteen, I guessed—surely raised on Hippolyta with egalitarian values that her body had begun to reject.
The entity had been born from the conflict between her conscious beliefs and her deepest, most shameful cravings.
Every fantasy she had tried to suppress, every dark desire she had denied, had undoubtedly been poured into this being’s creation.
And now it meant to use her as an anchor point. Through her, it would spread its influence, corrupt, dominate, eventually subjugate the entire Federation and beyond.
My vision darkened at the edges. I felt my borrowed body beginning to shut down, overwhelmed by the sheer malevolence of what I was sensing. The observation deck tilted sickeningly.
Beta! Alpha’s mental voice cut through my consciousness like a lifeline. Pull back. Break the connection.
I severed the link with a gasp, slumping against the viewport. My heart hammered in my chest—this human heart that I had grown to cherish despite the pain it had brought me. Sweat beaded on my blue skin.
Alpha, I sent back when I could form coherent thoughts again. This is… this is catastrophic. The entity is pure domination, pure conquest. And it was born from her repressed submissive fantasies. She gave it form, gave it purpose, gave it access to this dimension.
I know, Alpha responded, and I could feel his concern through our bond. Let me share what I’ve learned about her.
Information flooded into my mind. Jendra.
On a young women’s field trip to Magisteria.
The museum displays. A demonstration with Sala.
And most important, the data stream from the perineal sensor that Magisterian authorities had installed on all the Hippolytan girls during that demonstration: a tiny device positioned between vagina and anus that monitored arousal responses and quantum signatures.
That sensor had detected the malevolent entity’s manifestation, registering the girl’s arousal patterns. It had given Alpha the data he needed to understand what had happened.
I processed it all, my tactical mind already working through implications. You contacted me because the girl will need delicate handling, I sent. She’s certainly terrified of what she’s done, but she’s also drawn to it. To him. Any heavy-handed approach will drive her deeper into his influence.
Exactly, Alpha confirmed. I’m compromised in this capacity because of Sala. Sala wouldn’t mind, but the girl’s Hippolytan cultural bias in favor of monogamy makes that less than an ideal solution. Gamma has Tessara, now.
I’m very interested in helping, I sent, and felt the truth of it resonate through my entire being.
This girl—this foolish, conflicted, fascinating girl—had created a threat to everything we had built.
But she was also a victim of her own psychology, caught between what she’d been taught to believe and what her body craved.
I could help her. I would help her.
I’m on my way.
Jendra
My knees felt wobbly and unreliable as I descended the stairs to the basement. I had no idea how I had gotten through the day: everything but the thought of Omega had become a blur. Part of me kept saying, Go to Ms. Opalin… Ms. Haspor… the public safety officer.
The rest of me replied, You’re in so much trouble already: that would only make it worse. You’re in charge of this thing: you’ll find a way to send it back where it came from—until then, you need to keep it secret.
With every step, though, the folly of returning to Omega seemed greater. And yet I couldn’t stop my feet from their forward motion, as unsteady as each footfall felt.
At last I reached the bottom of the stairs and pushed open the heavy door to the reactor room. The familiar hum of the fusion core filled my ears, but everything else about the space felt alien now, transformed by what had happened here the night before.
Omega stood waiting, his obsidian skin seeming to absorb the ambient light. His black eyes fixed on me the moment I entered, and I felt my breath catch.
“Here you are,” he said, though there was no surprise in his voice.
“My fuck toy. My piece of ass.” He seemed to relish the obscene phrases, as if delighted to have discovered them in the dark depths of my mind.
“I was wondering whether I would have to compel you to bring your little cunt down here for fucking.”
“I…” My voice came out barely above a whisper. My heart rate was going at breakneck speed. “I need to send you back.”
He laughed, the sound resonating through my chest. “Is that what you tell yourself? That you’re here to banish me?” He took a step closer. “Strip.”
“Please, I just want to—”
“Strip. Now. Or would you prefer I tear your clothing off again?”
My hands moved to the hem of my tunic before I could stop them. I pulled it over my head with trembling fingers, then unfastened my bra. My pants and panties followed, pooling at my feet until I stood naked before him once more. Surely he had reached into my mind and made me do it. Surely.
“Hands on your head,” Omega commanded.
I raised my arms, lacing my fingers behind my head, repeating to myself over and over that of course Omega had taken control. I let out a little whimper as I felt how the position lifted my breasts and made me seem even more exposed than simple nudity would.
He circled me slowly, and I felt his gaze like a physical touch on my skin. When he stopped in front of me, his massive hand reached out to cup my left breast, his thumb brushing across my nipple. I gasped at the sensation.
“Sensitive,” he murmured. His other hand moved to my right breast, squeezing, testing the weight and softness. “These will be very responsive to discipline.”
I bit my lip until I tasted blood. I don’t want this. He’s… he’s making me. I have no choice.
My massive black captor moved behind me, and I heard him make a satisfied sound deep in his throat. “Your bottom is still pink from last night. Good.”
His palm fondled one cheek, then the other. Then both hands took hold and squeezed hard, so that I yelped and tried to step forward, only to be stopped by his left arm, flashing around my waist to restrain me.
“No, fuck toy. Never try to get away from your master. Clearly we’ll need to get this bottom a good deal redder soon. Maybe I’ll whip you after I fuck you, to teach you that pleasure has a price for a dirty girl like you.”
Then his hand slipped between my legs from behind, forcing my thighs apart and cupping my pussy. I jerked at the contact, but his other hand on my hip held me in place.
“Oh, this is very wet, isn’t it?” he said. “You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you? Touching yourself, imagining what I’m going to do to you.”
I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t deny it.
His fingers explored my folds, spreading my labia, finding my clitoris and circling it with maddening pressure. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.
“So innocent,” he murmured, his finger pressing against my entrance but not penetrating. “For now. For the next few minutes, at any rate.”
He withdrew his hand and moved in front of me again. “On your knees. Spread them wide. Face to the floor.”
I sank down, my knees spreading on the cold concrete, then lowered my torso until my cheek pressed against the floor. The position left me completely exposed, my bottom raised, everything visible to him.
“Perfect,” Omega said. “Hold very still.”
I felt his hand on my inner thigh, then a strange warmth between my legs. It took me a moment to realize, with a jolt of shock, what was happening—he was somehow using his fingers as a heat razor, just like the Magisterian device Ms. Haspor had told us about.
“No,” I whimpered. “Please don’t—”
“You want to be bare for me,” he said, his voice carrying that terrible compulsion. “You want me to see every part of your little cunt.”
The warmth moved across my mound, and I felt the soft curls there falling away. He worked methodically, removing every trace of hair from my pussy, then moving to the sensitive skin of my labia. The sensation was mortifying—not painful, but intimate beyond anything I had ever experienced.
When he finished with my pussy, his hand moved to the cleft of my bottom. I tensed as the warmth traveled along that most private place, removing the fine hair there as well.
“There,” he said with satisfaction. “Now you look like a proper piece of ass. Smooth and ready for your master’s use.”
I wanted to cry. Wanted to run. But I also felt my pussy clench with shameful arousal at his words.
“Stay there,” Omega commanded. “I’m going to make something special for you.”
I heard strange sounds—the hum from the reactor changed in pitch, and then there was a tearing sound, and finally a kind of metallic ring. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something appear out of thin air.
He can synthesize matter, I realized, my eyes going wide. As if it were nothing to give energy physical form.
When he finally told me to stand, I saw what he had created. A metal frame stood in the center of the room, about waist height. It had padded supports positioned to hold someone bent over it, with restraints at strategic points.
“I think I’ll call it a fucking stand,” Omega said with dark amusement. “Designed specifically for deflowering a virgin cunt as pleasurably as possible. Come here.”