Chapter 15
Jendra
Omega’s hands gripped my head with bruising force as he thrust his cock deep into my mouth, down my throat. I gagged immediately, tears streaming down my face, but I didn’t resist. I couldn’t resist.
He fucked my face with abandon, using me exactly as I had offered to be used. Each thrust drove deeper, cutting off my air, making me choke and sputter. But through it all, I felt his pleasure building, climbing toward that peak.
And then, with a roar that shook the laboratory, Omega came.
His seed erupted into me, hot and thick, flooding my throat.
I struggled to swallow, to take everything he gave me, even as I choked and gagged.
Some of it spilled from the corners of my mouth, but I kept trying, desperate not to waste a single drop of what my master had given me.
It tasted vile, bitter and salty at once.
I told myself I loathed it, and I detested the man-thing that had ejaculated it into me.
To my dismay, though, the awful, patient voice returned—the one that told me I deserved the ordeal I had created for myself.
It told me that my master’s seed was delicious, because I was nothing but a receptacle for it, a fuck toy, his little cunt who also had a mouth that could provide him with pleasure.
The evidence of my senses didn’t matter; I loved the taste of Omega’s semen because I belonged to him, just as I should.
When he finally released my head, I fell back on my heels, coughing and gasping, his essence still coating my throat and tongue. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.
And then, to my absolute horror, I felt it—a surge of pride so intense it made my cheeks burn hotter than they ever had before. I had done it. I had pleased my master. I had made him come so hard that I could still feel the aftershocks of his pleasure through our bond.
The realization made me want to crawl into a hole and die. What had I become? What kind of person felt proud of being used like this?
But before I could spiral further into self-hatred, something changed.
Omega’s massive body wavered. His black eyes, which had been blazing with satisfaction just moments before, suddenly lost focus. His knees buckled.
With a thunderous crash that made the laboratory equipment rattle, my master collapsed to the floor.
“Jendra!” Beta’s voice cut through my shock. I felt his hands on my shoulders as he pulled me away from Omega’s fallen form. “Are you hurt? Did he—”
“I’m fine,” I managed to croak, though my throat felt raw and abused. “What happened to him?”
Alpha rushed past us, kneeling beside Omega’s motionless body. Dr. Nagalan appeared on the other side, his right hand moving over some kind of scanning device, held in his left.
“Is she alright?” Alpha asked without looking up from Omega.
“Yes,” Beta said, his arms still around me, steadying me. “Jendra, can you stand?”
I nodded, though my legs felt like water. Beta helped me to my feet, keeping one arm around my waist as if he expected me to collapse at any moment.
Dr. Nagalan looked up from his scanner, his eyes blazing with excitement that seemed to transcend the humiliation of the moment. “It worked,” he breathed. “Powers, it actually worked.”
“What worked?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
“I observed something,” Dr. Nagalan said, standing and gesturing to his displays. “A cycle in Omega’s quantum signature.”
He turned the device in his hand so we could see the screen. The two patterns outlined, one in red and one in green, apparently identical to one another, meant nothing to me. Beta, however, spoke in obvious amazement.
“That’s a jump-drive spin-up,” he said.
Dr. Nagalan nodded. “The bottom one,” he confirmed. “The top one is Omega’s quantum signature as he approaches orgasm.”
“They’re the same?” Alpha asked. I looked over to see that he had a deep crease in his forehead.
“They are,” Dr. Nagalan said. “It seemed rather crazy, but I thought it was worth trying.”
“What?” Beta asked. “What did you do?”
“I exploited it. I interrupted his energy cycle with a static gravitium jump.”
I blinked at him, trying to make sense of his words through the fog in my mind.
“There’s the equivalent of a gravitium drive under the floor of this laboratory,” Dr. Nagalan continued, his words coming faster now. “It’s normally used for studying interstellar travel effects, but I realized—”
“We’ve long theorized that the Collective has some special relationship to gravitium,” Beta interjected, his voice thoughtful. “It’s what attracted us to Magisteria in the first place.”
Dr. Nagalan nodded eagerly. “I theorized that if I could reinforce that pattern with an actual drive, I might be able to place him in an indefinite hyper-spatial suspension. Lock him between dimensions, so to speak.”
“That’s why you told me to—” I stopped, unable to finish the sentence.
“Yes,” Dr. Nagalan said gently. “I needed him at peak arousal, at the exact moment when his quantum signature would be most vulnerable to the resonance pattern. I’m sorry for the deception, but there wasn’t time to explain.”
I looked down at Omega’s prone form. Even unconscious—or whatever this was—he still looked impressive. Powerful. Dangerous. But now there was a stillness to him that hadn’t been there before, as if he’d been frozen in time.
“It clearly worked,” Beta said, and I heard something like relief in his voice.
We all stared at Omega for a long moment. My master, lying apparently helpless on the laboratory floor. I felt the bond between us, but it was different now—muted, distant, as if he were calling to me from very far away.
Then Beta turned to look at me, and something in my insides twisted.
The expression on his face made me start to tremble. It wasn’t anger, exactly. It wasn’t even disapproval. It was something else entirely—a kind of stern assessment that seemed to see right through me, past all my defenses, straight to the core of what I had become.
I looked at Alpha and saw the same expression mirrored on his features. The two brothers stood there, identical in their blue-skinned magnificence, both regarding me with an intensity that made my breath catch.
“Jendra,” Beta said, and his voice carried an authority that made my knees weak for entirely different reasons than Omega’s cruelty had. “This is going to be difficult, but Alpha and I have concluded that you need real training, if you’re going to be free of Omega.”
I could feel my heart rate speeding up by the second.
“I’m going to provide it,” Beta continued, his blue eyes never leaving mine. “The firm hand you so clearly need.”
The words should have terrified me. Should have made me want to run. But instead, I felt something else—something that might have been hope, or relief, or perhaps just the recognition that Beta was right. That this was what I needed.
Movement at the laboratory entrance caught my attention. I turned my head and saw her—Sala, Alpha’s wife, the woman whose demonstration with her husband had started all of this. She wore a simple dress that somehow made her look both elegant and submissive at the same time.
“Sala will help you prepare for your punishment,” Alpha said.
My jaw dropped. “Punishment?” The word came out as a squeak. “But I just… I did what Dr. Nagalan asked… I helped trap Omega…”
“You summoned him in the first place,” Beta said, his voice gentle but implacable.
“You created a threat to the entire galaxy because you couldn’t control your desires.
And then, just now, you submitted to him completely.
You degraded yourself in ways that, deep down, you know you need to be punished for. ”
“But you gave me permission!” I protested, even as heat flooded my face.
“We gave you permission,” Alpha confirmed. “Yes, but…”
He didn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he looked intently at me. I felt an incandescent heat rush to my face. I turned to Beta, who wore a nearly identical expression.
“But what?” I whispered, though I already knew the answer.
“Look inside, Jendra,” Beta said, his voice gentler. “You know what you need. This is the beginning of a journey toward becoming who you really are.”
I let out a sob. I felt my mouth twist into what must have looked like an almost comical little-girl pout. I did know it. I had been a very bad girl. But I wanted Beta to tell me I didn’t have to pay the price. He lowered his chin a little, but said nothing, and I had to drop my own eyes.
Because I did know what I needed. I had kissed and licked the anus of an evil being I had created.
I had worshipped him in the most degrading way—not because I was trying to save anyone, even myself.
No: I had done it, really, because I was a naughty, dirty girl who had wanted to know what it felt like to have her face between her master’s buttocks. I needed to be punished for that.
The shame was crushing. I wanted to argue, to defend myself, but what could I say? Everything they were saying was true.
“You need discipline,” Beta continued. “Real discipline, not the cruel domination that Omega provided. You need to learn the difference between healthy submission and self-destruction.”
“I don’t—” I started, but my voice broke. “I don’t want to be punished. Please, I just want to go home. I want to go back to Hippolyta and forget any of this ever happened.”
“That’s not possible,” Beta said, and there was genuine sadness in his voice. “You’re entangled with Omega now. Even in suspension, he maintains a connection to you. If you tried to leave, if you tried to return to your old life, you’d be a danger to everyone around you.”
“Then what am I supposed to do?” I asked, tears beginning to stream down my cheeks again.
“You’re going to stay here,” Beta said. “You’re going to submit to proper sexual training. You’re going to learn what it means to be disciplined by someone who cares about your wellbeing, not just your degradation.”
Sala approached then, her footsteps soft on the laboratory floor. She stopped beside me and took my hand in hers. Her touch was warm, comforting.
“It’s going to be alright,” she said quietly. “I know you’re scared. But Beta is a good master. Firm, but fair. He trained his poor late wife with love, along with a firm hand—including on her bare bottom when she misbehaved. She loved him very, very much. He’ll help you find your way.”
“I don’t need a master,” I whispered, but even I could hear how hollow the words sounded.
“Yes,” Beta said, his voice carrying absolute certainty. “You do.”
I looked at him—at his powerful frame, his concerned expression, the way he stood with such natural authority. Then I looked at Omega’s suspended form, at the monster I had created from my own twisted desires.
Deep down, in a place I had tried so hard to ignore, I knew Beta was right. I did need this. I needed someone to take control, to show me the boundaries I couldn’t seem to find on my own. Not someone who would use me cruelly for his own pleasure, but someone who would discipline me for my own good.
“Please,” I heard myself say, though I wasn’t sure what I was begging for. “Please, I can’t… This is wrong… Ms. Opalin would—”
“Ms. Opalin isn’t here,” Beta said gently. “And she couldn’t help you even if she was. This isn’t about Hippolytan philosophy or Magisterian tradition. This is about you, Jendra. About what you need to survive this.”
Sala squeezed my hand. “Come with me,” she said. “Let’s get you cleaned up and ready.”
“Ready for what?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.
“For your punishment,” Sala said simply. “Beta is going to whip you, Jendra. He’s going to whip your bottom very thoroughly, until you understand the consequences of what you’ve done.”
My pussy clenched at her words, and fresh shame washed over me at my body’s betrayal.
“And then,” Sala continued, “he’s going to begin your training properly. Teaching you how to submit in healthy ways, how to channel these desires into something that won’t destroy you.”
I looked back at Beta, at the determination in his face. Part of me wanted to fight, to protest, to maintain some shred of my dignity. But a larger part—the part that had summoned Omega in the first place—knew that resistance was futile.
This was the only way.
“Alright,” I whispered, the word barely audible. “Alright, I’ll… I’ll do what you say.”
Beta nodded, and something in his expression softened slightly. “Good girl,” he said, and despite everything, I felt warmth bloom in my chest at the simple praise.