Chapter 14
Beta
Alpha! I sent. We’ve got a problem.
I moved too, my muscles coiled with urgency as I started to cross the laboratory toward the door of the storage room where they had put a cot for Alpha and me to sleep on, in shifts.
If we were going to keep control of the situation, though, it seemed as if both of us needed to remain awake.
I wondered for a moment whether we should summon Gamma from Prosperia, despite not wanting to spoil his newlywed bliss.
I’m awake, I heard Alpha say in my head, even his mental voice a little groggy. You’re shouting.
Before I even got to the door of the storage room, Alpha had emerged from it.
“What is it?” he asked, his eyes searching my face for information.
“Omega has Jendra. He woke when she felt conflicted about separation. I need you.”
Alpha had already started toward the center of the huge lab, his hand on my shoulder to turn me back in that direction. Together, as we strode forward, we saw the situation.
Omega stood in the center of the space, his massive black form radiating dominance.
Jendra knelt before him, her head stilled by her terrible creation’s huge, strong hands as his enormous cock thrust repeatedly into her mouth.
I could hear her gagging, could see tears streaming down her flushed cheeks even as her hands gripped his thighs.
“Omega,” I said, my voice hard with authority. “Take your penis out of Jendra’s mouth. Now.”
He didn’t even glance in my direction. His hips continued their relentless rhythm, forcing himself deeper into her throat. Through my quantum bond with Alpha, I felt my brother’s fury matching my own.
“I said remove yourself from her,” I repeated, moving closer.
Omega’s response was to thrust harder, making Jendra choke and sputter. Her small hands trembled visibly, very white against darkness of the energy entity’s massive legs, but he ignored her distress completely.
I looked at Alpha. No more warnings.
We raised our hands in unison, our consciousness merging at the quantum level as we began reconstructing the stasis field. Purple energy crackled between our palms, building in intensity as we shaped the containment matrix molecule by molecule.
Omega felt it immediately. His black eyes snapped toward us, blazing with rage.
“You dare—” he snarled, but we didn’t stop.
The purple field began to coalesce around him, restricting his movements incrementally. I saw the exact moment he realized we weren’t bluffing. With a roar of pure frustration that shook the laboratory equipment, he wrenched his cock from Jendra’s mouth.
She fell forward, gasping and coughing, saliva dripping from her lips. Before Omega could touch her again, I moved in and scooped her into my arms. Her naked body trembled against my chest, her cheeks wet with her tears.
I carried her swiftly back toward the cot we had set up for her, putting distance between her and that monster. But even as I walked, I felt her small hands clutching at my uniform.
“No,” she sobbed, her voice hoarse and broken. “Please, Beta, please let me go back. I need to worship his manhood. I need to serve my master. Please…”
The words tore through me. This brilliant young woman, reduced to begging for the privilege of being used.
“Shh,” I murmured, settling her onto the cot. “You’re safe now.”
“I don’t want to be safe!” Her green eyes were wild, desperate. “I need him. Please, you don’t understand. My master needs me. His beautiful cock—I have to—please let me finish serving him…”
Jendra
I searched my feelings, desperately trying to find some rational way to understand my need to pleasure the evil creature I had so stupidly brought into the universe.
But there was no rational explanation. The need went deeper than thought, deeper than reason. It felt like… like gravity. Like if I didn’t return to Omega, if I didn’t wrap my lips around his cock and make him feel good, I would simply stop existing. Not die—something worse. I would cease to be.
The realization made me gasp. Beta’s concerned face swam in my vision as fresh tears spilled down my cheeks.
“Beta,” I choked out, my voice raw from having Omega’s massive member thrust down my throat. “Beta, I think… I think I need him to survive. Like breathing. Like my heart beating. If I don’t… if I don’t please his penis… make him come…”
I couldn’t finish. The words sounded insane even to my own ears.
But then I heard it. A voice from somewhere deep inside me, from a place I had tried so hard to ignore my entire life.
You deserve this.
The words echoed through my consciousness with terrible clarity.
You deserve to be used. You deserve to be owned. You summoned him because you knew, deep down, that this is what you are. What you’ve always been.
“No,” I whispered, but even as I denied it, I felt the truth of it resonating through my bones.
Ms. Opalin was wrong. All of Hippolyta was wrong about you. You were never meant to be free. You were meant to kneel.
“Beta,” I said, my voice breaking. “There’s a voice. Inside my head. It’s telling me… it’s telling me I deserve this. That I deserve to be Omega’s… his property.”
Beta’s expression shifted, his blue eyes darkening with concern. But before he could respond, Omega’s voice boomed across the laboratory.
“Enough of this charade!”
I flinched at the rage in his tone, and Beta’s arms tightened protectively around me.
Omega stood in the center of the space, his obsidian form radiating fury despite the purple shimmer of the partial stasis field Alpha maintained around him. His enormous cock jutted from his body, still rigid, still demanding.
“I grow tired of these games,” Omega snarled. “You want to negotiate? Fine. Let’s negotiate properly.”
Alpha moved closer, his hands still raised to maintain control of the containment field. “We’re listening.”
“I want a planet,” Omega said, his black eyes fixed on me even as he spoke to the others. “A world where I can take my little cunt and enjoy her properly. Without interference. Without surveillance. Where I can fuck her in every hole, in every way, for as long as I please.”
My pussy clenched hard at his words, fresh moisture gathering between my thighs.
Still, the remaining logical part of me noted a mismatch—an intriguing sort of absurdity, really—between Omega’s grand design to rule a planet and his apparent need to use his sovereignty over it principally to put his manhood in me whenever he liked.
“And a ship,” Omega continued. “So we can explore together. So I can show her the universe while she serves me. While she learns her place at my feet.”
“Absolutely not—” Beta started, but Omega cut him off.
“I can make her immortal,” he said, and my eyes widened as I felt the truth of it through our bond. “I can extend her lifespan indefinitely, keep her young and beautiful for centuries. Millennia, even. Think of it—she could see wonders beyond imagination. All she has to do is submit.”
The offer hung in the air, tempting and terrible.
“And in exchange,” Omega said, his voice taking on a mocking tone, “I’ll promise not to take over your pathetic galaxy. I won’t turn all of humanity into my slaves, though we all know I could. Don’t we, brothers?”
I saw Alpha and Beta exchange a look. I could almost feel something passing between them through their quantum bond.
“He could,” Alpha said quietly. “If he wanted to. The power he possesses…”
“But he needs her,” Beta countered. “He can’t do anything without maintaining the entanglement.”
“Which is why this arrangement benefits everyone,” Omega said smoothly. “Give me what I want, and your galaxy remains free. Deny me, and… well, I can be very creative in my cruelty.”
Suddenly, Dr. Nagalan rushed forward from where he’d been monitoring his displays. His face was animated, his expression urgent.
“Wait,” he said breathlessly. “I need… I need everyone to trust me. I’ll explain when I can, but right now…
” He turned to look directly at me. “Jendra, I want you to give in to your needs,” Dr. Nagalan continued rapidly.
“Serve Omega as submissively and degradingly as possible. Make him orgasm as forcefully as you can.”
The words sent a shock through me. This respected scientist was telling me to… to…
But even as my conscious mind recoiled, I felt something else.
A rightness to the suggestion that terrified me.
As if every cell in my body recognized the truth of what he was saying.
To give in, and to follow my shameful lust to places even more degrading than I had allowed myself to imagine…
I felt that it might help me learn something, whether about myself or about Omega or both.
I looked at Beta, desperate for guidance. His blue eyes met mine, and I saw the conflict there—the desire to protect me warring with something else. He turned to Alpha, and I watched them confer silently, their bond allowing communication I couldn’t hear.
The seconds stretched like hours.
Finally, grimly, they both nodded to me.
Permission. Or perhaps acceptance of inevitability.
The rational part of my mind screamed at me to resist, to fight, to maintain what little dignity I had left. But that voice from the darkness rose up again, drowning out reason.
This is what you are. This is what you deserve.
I slipped from Beta’s arms and stood on trembling legs. My naked body felt simultaneously too exposed and exactly as it should be. I took one step toward Omega, then another. Then I was running.
I fell to my knees before him, my hands pressed against the cold laboratory floor.
“Master,” I gasped, the word spilling from my lips like a prayer. “Master, please. I want to travel with you. I want to see the universe while I serve you. I want to be yours completely.”
Omega’s massive hand reached down, tangling in my hair. I felt his cock press against my lips, and my mouth opened automatically to receive him.
But just before he could thrust inside, I pulled back slightly.
“Master,” I said, my voice trembling with need and fear and something else I couldn’t name. “I can serve you even better. May I?”
His black eyes narrowed with interest. For a moment, I thought he might refuse, might simply force himself into my mouth again. But then he released my hair and stepped back slightly.
“Show me,” he commanded.
I stood up slowly, feeling the mingled mortification and pride at owning my darkest desires this way. With my eyes on Omega’s enormous penis, my right hand moved between my legs, finding my swollen clitoris.
I began to stroke myself as I moved closer to my master. I pressed my small body against his enormous one, moving my hand aside so I could rub my pussy against the hard muscles of his thigh. The contact sent electricity through my nerves.
I remembered how intent Omega had professed himself on training my bottom for his pleasure.
With a shudder I put my hand behind me to touch my anus.
I whimpered as I impaled myself with my middle finger the way my master had taught me.
I bit my lip, as if I couldn’t keep myself from thinking about the mortifying promises he had made about fucking me there.
“Your penis is so exciting, Master,” I heard myself say, my voice breathy with arousal. “I can’t help playing with myself when I think about it. When I imagine it inside me.”
I kissed his chest, then moved lower, kneeling before him again.
My lips found his cock, and I kissed the massive shaft reverently.
My tongue traced along the thick vein running up the underside.
I moved to his heavy balls, kissing and licking, worshipping him with my mouth while my fingers worked frantically between my legs and my bottom cheeks.
“Master,” I whispered against his skin. “May I… may I worship all of you?”
I guided him to turn around, my hands trembling as they touched his powerful body. Distantly I realized how compliant Omega seemed to have become, in the face of my desire to submit abjectly to his lust. When he stood with his back to me, I reached up to his firm buttocks.
“Please,” I begged. “Please spread yourself for me, Master. Let me worship your anus.”
I was hyperconscious of Beta watching. Of Alpha and Dr. Nagalan and the other scientists. Of how degrading this was, how absolutely shameful. The knowledge that Beta was seeing me do this—seeing me debase myself so completely—made my pussy clench with mortifying arousal.
Omega spread his buttocks with his hands, exposing that most intimate place. I leaned forward and pressed my tongue against his anus, beginning to lick with desperate enthusiasm.
The taste, the texture, the sheer degradation of the act—it all combined to drive me wild with need. My fingers moved faster on my clitoris as I performed the obscene service.
Through the part of my mind I had come to recognize as my bond with my master, I suddenly realized I could feel what Omega desired. What he needed. The sensation was overwhelming—his pleasure, his arousal, his dark satisfaction at my submission all flooding through me.
“Master,” I gasped, pulling back just enough to speak. “Please, may I touch your beautiful cock while I worship your anus?”
“Yes, little cunt,” he growled, and I heard the raw need in his voice.
I reached around his massive body with my left hand, wrapping my fingers around as much of his shaft as I could grasp. I began to stroke him while my tongue returned to his anus, licking and probing while I masturbated him.
His pleasure built rapidly, and I felt it through our connection. I could sense exactly what he needed, exactly how to bring him to the edge.
And I knew, with sudden certainty, that he would climax hardest if he could watch me swallow his seed.
Faint with fear and shame and desperate need, I released his cock and guided him to turn around again.
When he faced me, his enormous member jutting toward my face, I placed my hands behind my back, holding my bottom in my fingers as if to soothe away the memory of the ferocious way my master liked to discipline me.
The gesture said everything: Use me as you like, Master. I am yours.