Chapter 10
Jendra
The journey to the transfer point, and then the jump to Magisterian space, passed in a blur.
I sat wrapped in the thermal blanket, feeling numb as for the second time I beheld through the viewport the miracle of the stars shifting and changing in an instant.
Alpha and Beta stood near Omega’s containment unit, their hands raised to reinforce the stasis field as we jumped.
Beta had told me, curtly, that the interdimensional volume the ship would occupy—for less time than my human senses could even perceive—posed a danger to the stability of the field.
I didn’t have any doubt he spoke the truth; even contained, the entity I had created seemed to radiate malevolence.
When the transport had stabilized in normal space, Beta left Alpha to maintain the field alone and came to sit across from me. His expression was unreadable—not unkind, but serious in a way that made my stomach clench.
“I need you to tell me what happened,” he said. “Everything. How you found the summoning protocol, why you attempted it, what occurred in that basement.”
I pulled the blanket tighter around myself. “I… I don’t know where to start.”
“Alpha says it probably began with a field trip your class took to Magisteria. Start there, please.”
So I did. I told him about the museum, about Sala’s demonstration, about the vibrating seats and the sensors. About returning to Hippolyta and not being able to stop touching myself. About finding the classified research paper on summoning protocols.
My face burned with shame as I described what had happened in the reactor room—both nights. The summoning itself, shaped by my darkest fantasies. Omega’s cruel domination. The things he had made me do, the things I had begged for.
Beta listened without interruption, his blue eyes never leaving my face. When I finally fell silent, he was quiet for a long moment.
“Tell me about the teacher in the foyer,” he finally said. “The one who wanted to keep you there.”
I felt heat blaze anew in my cheeks. “Ms. Opalin,” I told him. “She… she’s… I mean, she was… my favorite teacher.”
“And she’s a convinced egalitarian,” Beta said, nodding. “That was obvious.”
I swallowed hard. I nodded.
“I thought… I mean, I thought I would be like her. I wanted to be.”
Beta nodded again, this time more slowly.
“But you need a firm hand, don’t you, Jendra?”
He spoke in a completely level tone, factually, as if anyone could see the accuracy of his assessment, as if he didn’t have anything lewd or even controversial to impart with his words.
My lips parted, though, and heat rushed to my face.
Between my legs, too, to my dismay, I felt even greater warmth gather.
A firm hand. Like Hendrick the Elder’s firm hand. Like Alpha’s, against Sala’s little bottom. Like… like Omega’s, brutally spanking me over his knee just because he liked to do it.
Like… Beta’s own? I pushed the thought away and searched my mind for a way to answer his question.
“I… I don’t… I don’t… I guess… I guess I don’t know?” I finally managed to stammer.
“I need you to know that you have a perineal sensor installed,” he said abruptly.
I blinked. “What?”
“During your field trip. When you sat in that theater seat. A small device was placed between your vagina and anus—it monitors arousal responses, but it’s also equipped to detect a wide range of phenomena—including at the quantum level.
” He pulled out a datapad, showing me streams of data I could barely begin to comprehend.
“It’s how we located Omega’s manifestation.
And it confirms everything you just told me. ”
My face went hot. They had been monitoring me. Recording every shameful response, every moment of arousal. One thing I could see on the datapad was that several lines had risen sharply just a moment ago.
“I’m not telling you this to humiliate you,” Beta continued, his voice gentler now. “I’m telling you because I want you to understand something important: you told me the truth. Even knowing how ashamed you are, you didn’t lie or minimize what happened. That matters, Jendra. That helps us.”
I looked up at him, surprised by the warmth in his tone.
“Getting rid of Omega will be difficult,” he said. “Possibly the most difficult thing any of us have ever attempted. But your honesty gives us a starting point.”
Alpha approached then, his expression grave. “The containment is holding, but barely. We need to get him to the laboratory immediately.”
Beta nodded, then looked back at me. “Jendra, you need to understand what’s going to happen now. We’ll have to study both you and Omega extensively. Your quantum signatures are entangled—you created him, and that connection almost certainly can’t be easily severed.”
“What does that mean?” I whispered.
“It means,” Alpha said carefully, “that we may need to study you together. To observe how the connection manifests, how it can be disrupted.”
Together. With Omega. The thought sent ice through my veins.
But beneath the terror, something else stirred. Something shameful and undeniable. My pussy clenched beneath the blanket, and I felt moisture gathering there despite everything.
I looked at Beta—at his strong features, his concerned expression, the way he had carried me so carefully from that basement. The way he had praised me for my honesty rather than condemning me for my weakness.
Something warm unfurled in my chest. Something that felt dangerously like hope, or trust, or…
No. I couldn’t let myself think that way. This was just another form of the same corruption that had led me to summon Omega in the first place.
But the feeling persisted. Growing stronger with every moment I spent in Beta’s presence.
Had I summoned the wrong energy being? Or had Omega been necessary—a dark mirror to show me what I truly needed? Not cruelty and domination for their own sake, but strength tempered with care. Authority balanced by genuine concern.
I looked at Beta and felt my heart flutter in a way that had nothing to do with fear.
The transport shuddered slightly as we entered Magisteria’s atmosphere, descending through the thick cloud cover toward the ice below. Through the viewport, I saw the familiar white surface, the massive access port opening to receive us.
“Almost there,” Beta said, his eyes still on me. “Are you ready?”
I nodded, though I had no idea if that was true.
The transport landed with barely a bump. The ramp lowered, and Beta stood, then offered me his hand to help me stand. The blanket slipped slightly as I rose, but I caught it before it could fall away completely. My legs felt unsteady beneath me.
The ramp opened fully, revealing a white corridor beyond.
Several Magisterian personnel in medical whites waited with what looked like a specialized gurney—maybe designed for transporting dangerous people or even animals, judging from the thing’s overbuilt construction and the many restraints attached to various parts of it.
Alpha and Beta concentrated on maintaining the stasis field, with its gently shimmering purple sheen, as six burly orderlies carried Omega out of the transport’s containment unit.
They put the huge body, its face frozen into a snarl, onto the gurney carefully, the purple field crackling and humming a little as they settled Omega on the padded surface.
“Take Jendra here to the reception area, please,” Alpha instructed one of the attendants, gesturing to me. “We’ll process the entity first.”
I nodded, still clutching the blanket around myself and looking at the orderly Alpha had indicated, who gave me a reassuring smile.
But as the rest of the orderlies began wheeling the gurney down the corridor, I felt something shift inside me.
A pull, like invisible threads tugging at my chest, my belly, lower still.
My feet moved forward.
“Jendra.” Beta’s voice came from behind me, his voice sounding a bit strained, as if from the effort of maintaining the stasis field. “Wait in the reception area.”
But I couldn’t stop. The pull grew stronger with every step the gurney took away from me. My heart pounded as I followed, my bare feet padding on the cold floor.
“Jendra,” Beta said more firmly, moving to intercept me. “You need to wait—”
“I have to go with him,” I heard myself say, my voice strange and distant. I realized at that point that I had dropped the blanket to the floor, as if something in me knew I had no use for it—that I should be naked for my master—and a hot blush filled my cheeks.
Beta’s large hand closed gently but firmly on my shoulder. “No. You need to stay here while we secure—”
The moment he touched me, panic exploded through my system. I twisted violently as I fought against his restraining hand. My rational mind screamed that I was being insane, that Beta was trying to help me, but something deeper and more primal had taken control.
“Let me go!” I shrieked, clawing at his arm. “I need to be with my master!”
Beta’s grip tightened, clearly trying to keep me from injuring myself as I thrashed. I could feel his concern, his confusion, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except getting to Omega.
“Jendra, stop—you’re going to hurt yourself—”
“Let me go with my master!” The words tore from my throat in a scream that echoed off the sterile walls. “Please! I have to—I need—”
I struggled so violently that I felt something wrench in my shoulder. Pain shot through me, but even that didn’t stop the desperate need clawing through my chest.
Alpha appeared at Beta’s side, his expression grave. “The quantum entanglement. He’s pulling on her—mentally, maybe even physically.”
Beta’s jaw clenched. “We’ll bring her along, then. I don’t think we have another option.”
The moment he released me, the panic subsided.
I stumbled forward, following the gurney with the blanket forgotten on the floor behind me.
My nakedness didn’t register, except as a kind of perverse reassurance that my body was available to the man who needed to use it for his enjoyment.
Nothing registered except the overwhelming relief of being close to Omega again.
Distantly, some remaining rational part of me offered the consolation that women were always naked on Magisteria, so really, this was fine, wasn’t it?
Alongside that thought came another, even fainter one: something is seriously wrong with my mind.
The rest of me didn’t like that idea, though, so I let it float away.
The orderlies wheeled the gurney with my master on it into a large laboratory space.
In the center stood a shimmering, nearly transparent purple dome, or…
I looked closer and realized it must really be a sphere, with the curved bowl of its lowest part buried in the floor.
A stable containment field, I realized, this one built into the construction of the laboratory.
Alpha and Beta took charge of the gurney and maneuvered it to the edge of the sphere.
As soon as the end of the thing penetrated the purple barrier, the effort required obviously increased greatly; the two enormous blue men showed strain as they pushed Omega’s motionless form into the curved space.
I blinked in surprise, then figured it out: inside the sphere, just as inside the temporary stasis field that held Omega, standard physics didn’t apply.
“What are they doing?” I heard one of the orderlies ask a Magisterian in a long white coat that I knew must mean some kind of seniority in the lab.
“Honestly,” the scientist said, “I can really only guess. But if you put a blaster to my head I’d say they’re managing a quantum transfer molecule by molecule, in their heads, while also exerting kinetic force on the gurney.”
My jaw went slack as I watched the concentration on Beta’s face as he pushed Omega’s gurney forward millimeter by millimeter.
“That’s… uh… not something a human could do, I’m guessing?” the orderly asked.
The scientist laughed. “No. If I’m right about what’s happening here, our fastest supercomputer could maybe do it. If we had a billion or so years to spare waiting around for it to finish.”
Omega’s body was almost entirely in the sphere now. I couldn’t detect any change in his position from the moment Alpha and Beta had imprisoned him back in the basement of my school, hundreds of millions of kilometers away.
His position. The faint, functioning voice of my reason observed that I had just put it that way to myself: his position. Not my master’s position. What did that mean? Was Omega too distracted right now, trying to put up a fight against Alpha and Beta, to pay attention to me?
Then, as if in response to that thought—no absolutely, positively in response to that thought, I realized in a flash—I heard myself cry out, and I dropped to my knees.
I put my right hand between my thighs and my left behind me, working my middle finger between my bottom cheeks so that I could press it inside my anus.
The worst part was that the rational part of me could observe it happening, and register how indescribably shameful a sight I made, there in the middle of the laboratory, masturbating in the dirtiest possible way in front of a crowd of men.
“Oh, no,” I sobbed. “Oh, Master… oh, please… no…”
I looked at Alpha and Beta, who had turned to see what had happened. I realized that they had thrust Omega’s gurney all the way into the sphere while I had started to experience whatever this humiliation was. Had Omega given up his struggle with Alpha and Beta and decided to torment me instead?
“Please…” I begged. “Please… m-my master needs to use his fuck toy,” I heard myself say, the degrading words spilling out in a rush. “It’s his right. Please let me… let me suck his beautiful penis. Please.”
Horror washed through me even as I spoke, my hands lewdly busy in front and in back, stimulating my pussy and my bottom hole, all the while.
That distant part of my rational mind recognized that I was being manipulated, that Omega was doing something to me through our connection.
But that knowledge was dim, muffled, unable to stop my mouth from forming its obscene plea or my hands from performing their helplessly pleasurable actions.
Beta exchanged a long look with Alpha.
“We need to communicate with him,” Beta said grimly. “We can’t assess the situation without understanding what he wants, what he’s capable of.”