Chapter 9
Jendra
My feet moved without my permission, carrying me to the device.
I shuddered as with his enormous hands Omega positioned me roughly but also very precisely, bending me over the central support until my torso rested on the padding.
My bottom was raised high, my legs spread wide by the frame’s design.
He secured my wrists to the front supports, then my ankles to the rear ones.
He fastened a webbing belt across my waist.
I was completely immobilized, completely exposed. My bare pussy and anus were presented at the perfect height for my terrifying master to use.
“Beautiful,” Omega said, running his hand down my spine, then casually taking hold of my whole pussy and squeezing until I cried out, my hips bucking against the strap that held me down. “Now we wait.”
“Wait?” I gasped.
His hand left my pussy, then came down hard and without warning on my right bottom cheek and then my left. I yelped at each swat, tears pricking the corners of my eyes.
“Master,” Omega said, his voice cruel. “Wait, Master. Say it.”
“Oh, powers…” I whimpered. “Please…”
He spanked me again, once on each cheek, so hard that I let out a scream of agony, sure that my backside would show bruises before long.
“Master… Master…” I sobbed. “Master, please… why… why are we going to wait, Master?”
“I’m going to wait to fuck you because you’re not ready yet,” he said in that terrifying, matter-of-fact voice.
“Your body needs time to understand its new reality. To absorb the knowledge of what’s coming.
Of how you can’t stop it. Of how you’re going to have a huge cock in your little cunt, opening you for your master’s pleasure, whether you like it or not, and after that you’ll be nothing but a fuck toy. ”
He moved to where I could see him, pulling over a stool to sit in front of me. His enormous cock was already rigid, jutting obscenely from his lap.
Then his hand disappeared behind me, and I felt his fingers touch my newly bare pussy. He traced my folds, circled my clitoris, pressed against the entrance to my virgin sheath. Not entering, just teasing, reminding me of what awaited.
“Please,” I whispered, though I had no idea what I was begging for.
“Not yet,” he said.
Time became meaningless. He played with me endlessly, his fingers bringing me to the edge of climax again and again but never letting me fall over. He explored my pussy thoroughly, learning every sensitive spot, every place that made me gasp or whimper.
And then he moved to my anus.
“No,” I breathed as his finger circled that forbidden opening. “Not there. Please, Master… not there?”
I remembered how intimate it had seemed, how loving in that strange way, when Alpha had taken Sala anally in front of an audience. How abject Sala’s submission had seemed, and how I had wondered how it would feel to serve a man that way.
“Everywhere,” he corrected. “I own every hole, every opening, every part of you.”
His finger pressed against my anus, and I felt it begin to yield. The sensation was uncomfortable, foreign, but also intensely arousing. He worked it slowly, letting my body adjust, until his finger was buried to the first knuckle.
“This will be your punishment hole,” he said conversationally, as if he weren’t violating me in the most degrading way possible. “When you displease me, I’ll fuck your bottom. When you’re especially naughty, I’ll make you beg for it.”
I whimpered as he withdrew his finger, only to return with what felt like two. The stretch, even more intense, made me struggle against my restraints.
He continued this torture for what felt like hours—playing with my pussy, fingering my anus, bringing me to the edge of climax only to deny me. My body trembled with need, sweat beading on my skin despite the cool air.
Finally, mercifully, he stopped. He stood and moved behind me.
“Master?” I asked, fearfully, my heart pounding in my chest. “What are you doing?”
But I knew. I felt Omega’s right hand come down on my hip, and then I felt it. I felt the enormous head of his cock press against the entrance to my untried vagina.
“Now,” he said. “Beg me to take your virginity.”
“No,” I sobbed. “I can’t.”
“You can. You will.” He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my furrow, coating himself in my shameful wetness. “Beg your master to fuck your virgin cunt. Beg me to make you mine.”
The pressure of his cock against the place where I needed… something… something more… It was maddening. My body wanted it, craved it, even as my mind recoiled.
“Please,” I finally whispered.
“Please what?”
“Please…” I sobbed. “Please fuck me, Master. Please take my virginity. Please make me yours.”
“Good girl,” Omega growled. I felt him position himself, felt the head of his cock begin to stretch me open. “Now scream for your master.”
He pulled back slightly, preparing to thrust—
And then everything happened at once. The basement door burst open with a thunderous crash. I twisted my head as much as my restraints allowed, my heart lurching as two massive figures filled the doorway—both with brilliant blue skin that seemed to shimmer with barely contained energy.
For a disorienting moment, I thought I was seeing double. Alpha? But there were two of them—
Behind me, I felt Omega tense, his cock still pressed against the opening to my vagina. Then he snarled, a sound of pure rage that made every hair on my body stand on end.
“Brothers,” he spat.
The blue figure on the right—Alpha, I now felt certain, based on his uniform—raised his hand. A crackling field of purple energy erupted from his palm. The other blue man, who I understood could only be Beta or Gamma, mirrored the gesture from the left side of the doorway.
The two streams of energy converged on Omega, enveloping him in a shimmering cocoon of light. He roared, his hands clawing at the air, and I felt his erect penis jerk away from me as the field yanked him backward.
Behind the two blue giants, I glimpsed other uniformed figures—Magisterian security personnel in their crisp purple and silver, weapons drawn.
Omega fought the energy—some kind of stasis field, I realized—with terrifying ferocity.
The purple light flickered and pulsed as he pushed back against it, his obsidian skin rippling with dark energy.
Alpha and his brother—whether Beta or Gamma, his features seemed harder and more severe than his brother’s—both strained visibly, their bodies trembling with effort.
“Stronger than anticipated,” the brother growled, his voice deeper and more gravelly than Alpha’s melodic tones.
“Hold him,” Alpha commanded, and I heard the strain in his words.
The air in the reactor room crackled with competing energies. Omega’s black eyes blazed with fury as he struggled, and for a terrifying moment I thought he might break free. The stasis field wavered, and I saw both Alpha and his brother take a step back, their feet sliding on the concrete floor.
Then, with a synchronized surge of effort, they stabilized the field. Omega’s movements slowed, became sluggish, as if he were moving through thick syrup. His roar of rage became muffled, distorted.
Not-Alpha moved toward me with swift, economical steps. His blue eyes—shifting between deep azure and electric blue—swept over my naked, restrained form with an air of detached assessment. I expected disgust or judgment, but his expression remained carefully neutral.
“My name is Beta,” he said, his voice calm despite the obvious exertion of maintaining the stasis field. “I’m going to release you. Don’t be afraid.”
His large hands worked the restraints with surprising gentleness, releasing first the webbing belt across my waist, then my ankles, finally my wrists.
When the last restraint fell away, my legs couldn’t support me.
I crumpled, almost falling off to the side of the horrid frame—the fucking stand, the memory of Omega’s voice whispered in my mind—but Beta caught me before I could lose my balance completely.
He lifted me effortlessly into his arms, cradling me against his broad chest. The blue skin of his forearm felt warm against my bare back, and I became acutely aware that I was completely naked. But he didn’t seem to notice or care—or perhaps he was simply too focused on the crisis at hand.
“Cover her,” Beta said sharply to one of the security personnel, and a moment later someone draped a silvery thermal blanket over my body.
Everything felt distant, unreal. My mind struggled to process what was happening. The terror of the past two days, the shame of what I had done, the humiliation of being found like this—all of it crashed over me in waves that left me numb.
Beta carried me up the stairs with steady, powerful strides. Behind us, I could hear the grunts of effort as the Magisterian security team maneuvered Omega—still trapped in that crackling purple field—up the narrow stairwell.
We emerged into the dormitory’s common area, and I saw them.
My classmates. Dozens of them, roused by the commotion, standing in their nightclothes with wide, shocked eyes. Mabola stood near the front, her hand covering her mouth. Brequa clutched another girl’s arm, her face pale. Others I barely knew lined the walls, staring.
At me. At the enormous blue man carrying my naked body. At the Magisterian security team hauling something dark and terrible up from the basement.
I tried to make myself smaller in Beta’s arms, pulling the blanket tighter around me. But there was nowhere to hide from their stares.
Omega came into view then, and several girls gasped.
His obsidian form was motionless, but the position in which they’d caught him made him seem to writhe within the stasis field, his black eyes blazing with fury.
Even contained, he radiated menace. The purple energy crackled and sparked as he seemed to fight against it despite his body’s physical stillness, and I saw both Alpha’s and Beta’s concentration intensify.
“Keep moving,” Alpha commanded the security team. “Get him to the transport.”
“Wait!” A familiar voice cut through the chaos. “Where are you taking her?”
Ms. Opalin pushed through the crowd of students, her face a mask of concern and confusion. She wore a simple robe hastily thrown over her nightclothes, her gray-streaked hair loose around her shoulders.
“Ms. Opalin,” I managed to say, my voice hoarse. “It’s… it’s alright.”
“Alright?” She stared at me, then at Beta, then at the struggling dark figure being carried past us. “Jendra, what happened? What is that thing?”
“I…” The words caught in my throat. How could I explain? How could I tell her that I had summoned this monster from my own twisted desires? “It’s my fault. I did this. I need to go with them.”
Beta’s arms tightened slightly around me—not restricting, but protective. “We need to leave immediately,” he said to Ms. Opalin, his tone unyielding. “The entity is unstable and dangerous. The girl is coming with us for her own safety.”
“No.” Ms. Opalin stepped forward, her expression hardening. “She’s a Hippolytan citizen. You can’t just take her—”
“Ms. Opalin, please.” I reached out from beneath the blanket, my hand trembling. “I want to go. I have to go. This is… this is all because of me.”
Our eyes met, and I saw the exact moment she understood. Her gaze flicked from my face to Beta’s protective hold on me, to the way I wasn’t struggling or protesting. To the obvious care in how he carried me.
Her expression transformed. The concern melted away, replaced by something cold and disappointed. Disgust.
“You gave in,” she said quietly, but I heard every word. “After everything I taught you. After all your promises about maintaining your principles.”
“No, I—” But what could I say? That I had summoned a being of pure domination because I couldn’t stop fantasizing about submission? That even now, held in Beta’s arms, I felt safer than I had in days?
“Let her go,” Ms. Opalin said to Beta, her voice hard. “You’re doing exactly what your kind always does—corrupting young women, convincing them they want to be subjugated.”
“Madam.” Beta’s voice remained calm, but I felt tension coil in his muscles. “I understand your concern, but this situation is far more complex than you realize. The entity she summoned poses a threat to this entire planet. We need her cooperation to contain it.”
“Summoned?” Ms. Opalin’s eyes widened, then narrowed as she looked at me. “Jendra, what did you do?”
I couldn’t answer. Tears spilled down my cheeks, hot and shameful.
Alpha appeared at Beta’s side, his expression grave. “We’re leaving now. The transport is waiting.” He looked at Ms. Opalin with something that might have been sympathy. “Your student will be treated well, I assure you. But she must come with us.”
“Jendra.” Ms. Opalin’s voice cracked slightly. “Don’t give in to this. Don’t throw away everything you are.”
But I had already thrown it away, hadn’t I? The moment I had watched Sala on the stage, the moment I had summoned Omega from the quantum void, I had destroyed any chance of being the woman Ms. Opalin wanted me to be.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
Beta turned and strode toward the exit. The last thing I saw before we left the dormitory was Ms. Opalin’s face—that look of profound disappointment mixed with something that might have been pity.
My classmates parted to let us through, their whispers following us like censorious ghosts.
The cold night air hit my face as we emerged outside. A sleek transport sat on the lawn, its ramp already lowered. The security team carried Omega up first, the stasis field flickering slightly as they maneuvered him into a reinforced containment unit inside the vessel.
Beta carried me up the ramp, and I glimpsed the transport’s interior with its gleaming metal and myriad indicator lights. He set me down gently on a padded bench, keeping the blanket wrapped around me.
“Stay here,” he said, his blue eyes meeting mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. “We’ll talk once we’re in flight.”
The ramp closed with a hydraulic hiss. Through the viewport, I watched the dormitory recede as the transport lifted off, carrying me away from everything I had known.
Away from Hippolyta.
Toward Magisteria.
Toward whatever fate awaited me.