Chapter 22
Jendra
I felt my eyes go very wide. With a rush of abject horror that made my insides turn to water for an instant I realized that I couldn’t tell.
I couldn’t tell if Omega had really been the one commanding me to release him.
I didn’t know whether the voice in my head, as I lay in Beta’s arms, had actually been that of the enormous black figure standing in front of me, looking at me with lust and power that made my legs buckle beneath me until I knelt before him—or that voice had belonged to something else.
I couldn’t tell whether the bond itself had simply pulled me here, an unconscious magnetism that needed no words at all. Or, much worse, whether my own dark desires had invented the voice, creating justification for what I wanted to do anyway.
Had I freed him because he commanded it, or because some terrible part of me had simply wanted to?
“Jendra.” Beta’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts, sharp with command and something that sounded almost like pain. “Step away from him. Now.”
But I couldn’t move. My legs wouldn’t obey. I knelt there on the cold laboratory floor, staring up at Omega’s massive form, feeling the bond between us thrumming with renewed intensity now that he was fully conscious again.
“You came back to me,” Omega said, and his voice held triumph. “Just as I knew you would.”
“Did you?” I heard myself ask, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “Did you actually call me? Or did I… did I do this on my own?”
The question seemed to surprise him. His black eyes studied me with what might have been curiosity. “Does it matter, little cunt?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, it matters.”
Because if he had commanded me, if he had used our bond to control my actions while I slept in Beta’s arms, then perhaps I could still salvage something. Perhaps I could claim I’d had no choice, that the quantum entanglement had overridden my will.
But if I had come here of my own volition, driven by nothing more than my own twisted needs…
“Jendra.” Alpha’s voice now, calmer than Beta’s but no less urgent. “Whatever happened, whatever brought you here, you can still choose differently now. You can step away from him.”
Could I, though? Even as Alpha spoke, I felt my body leaning toward Omega, drawn by that invisible thread that connected us. My punished pussy clenched with shameful need, remembering his dominance, craving more despite everything Beta had given me.
“She can’t,” Omega said, answering for me. “Can you, Jendra? You can’t step away because you don’t want to. You never wanted to.”
“That’s not true,” I protested, but the words sounded weak even to my own ears.
“Isn’t it?” Omega moved closer, and I found myself tilting my face up to maintain eye contact as he approached. “Then tell me, little cunt—why did you leave Beta’s bed? Why did you walk through these corridors, board that train, come all the way here to release me?”
“I don’t know,” I sobbed. “I don’t know why.”
“Yes, you do.” He reached down, his massive hand cupping my chin, forcing me to hold his gaze. “You do know. You just don’t want to admit it.”
I stared up at Omega, my mind reeling, searching desperately for an answer that would make sense of what I’d done.
But before I could form words, his hand moved from my chin to grip my arm, and suddenly he was lifting me—not gently like Beta had, but brutally.
Not to gather me to his chest, but to throw me over his shoulder.
“No more questions, little cunt,” he said. “Time to go.”
“Omega, stop!” Beta’s shout echoed through the laboratory as I heard him and Alpha moving, their hands already raised to reconstruct the containment field.
But Omega was faster. He pulled me against his massive chest, his arm locked around my waist, and then he ran.
Not toward the door. Toward the wall.
I opened my mouth to scream, trying somehow to brace for impact, but we passed through the solid matter as if it were nothing more than mist. The sensation was indescribable—a tingling that spread through every cell of my body, a momentary sense of being everywhere and nowhere at once.
Phasing, Omega’s voice spoke directly into my mind. I’m phasing our bodies through the matter of the planet. Moving us between dimensions.
We burst through wall after wall, corridor after corridor. I caught glimpses of startled scientists, security personnel reaching for weapons, but we were past them before they could react. The world became a blur of color and sensation.
I learned so much in that laboratory, Omega continued in my head. Combined with what I found in your memories—the gravitium, its properties, its location—I’ve discovered how to build my power beyond anything your blue ‘friends’ could contain.
“Where are you taking me?” I managed to gasp aloud.
You know where.
And I did. Even before we broke through the final barrier and emerged into the vast cavern system, I recognized it. The gravitium mines. The same ones the train had traveled through on that field trip that felt like it had happened in another lifetime.
The purple-tinged veins of ore glowed slightly in the darkness.
They had seemed completely inert when I had first seen them from the train window, but now they seemed to pulse with energy, in a rhythm that I could sense resonating through me, in my very bones, it felt like.
Omega carried me deeper into the mine, past the old equipment and support structures, until we reached a chamber where the gravitium formations looked particularly dense.
He set me on my feet, and I stumbled, my legs barely able to support me. I sagged against one of the cavern walls, noticing that the sheen of purplish metal seemed quite intense right there.
Omega didn’t give me time to recover. His hands seized my body again, roughly, arranging me as he chose.
He turned me and pushed me up against the rock, positioning me facing the cave wall.
Then I felt the too-familiar sensation of his crawling, horrid energy wrapping around my wrists and ankles, pulling them outward.
At the same time, his massive hand on my back exerted unyielding pressure to keep my breasts and belly against the roughhewn wall.
I found myself spread-eagled against the slightly jagged stone, restrained by bonds I couldn’t see but could definitely feel. Again I felt the humiliation of complete exposure, utter availability for a master’s brutal use, whether to punish or to enjoy with his rigid manhood.
Feel that? Omega’s voice resonated through our bond. The gravitium. It’s singing to me, Jendra. Feeding me.
I could feel it. Through our connection, I sensed his relationship with the very molecules of the metal ore—a resonance that grew stronger with each passing second.
The energy flowed into him, building his power exponentially.
I could well imagine that he had spoken nothing but the truth.
At this rate, I guessed, no containment field would be able to hold him.
His hands touched my bottom then, and I gasped at the contact. His fingers traced the welts Beta’s cane had left, following each raised line with what felt like possessive interest.
“These marks,” he said aloud now, his voice rumbling through the cavern. “These are his marks. The blue bastard marked you as his.”
His exploration grew rougher, less careful. I moaned as his hand moved between my thighs, fingers probing my pussy with none of Beta’s gentleness. Then I cried out, because he had pressed a fingertip firmly against my anus, the hole Beta had so recently claimed.
“He fucked you here,” Omega observed, and I heard anger in his voice. “Filled this tight little hole with his cock and his seed.”
I whimpered, shame flooding through me at how my body responded with such mortifying eagerness to this crude handling.
“I need to be the one whose marks you bear,” Omega declared. “Not him. Me.”
Then to my astonishment I felt a soothing warmth spreading through the welts on my bottom and thighs.
The pain began to fade, and I could almost feel the raised lines smoothing under some power I couldn’t understand.
Within moments, my skin felt whole again, unmarked, as if Beta’s discipline had never happened.
“No,” I sobbed, my body and my emotions responding in a reflex that I didn’t understand, and didn’t want to, for I could feel horrendous pain along that path, psychic pain much deeper than any agony a cane could inflict. “Those were… those were his…”
“Those were nothing,” Omega said dismissively.
He moved to the side so that I could see him when I turned my face so that my right cheek pressed against the rough stone.
I watched in horror as he held up his right hand in front of my eyes, and purple energy began to gather in it, like lightning running along his palm, and then his fingers, and then—impossibly—into the air beyond.
It coalesced and stretched, forming unmistakably into a whip with three distinct tails that crackled with power.
“Learn, little cunt,” he commanded. “Learn how I can create marks that will never fade from your mind, even if I allow them to fade from your naughty backside. Marks that will bind you to me forever.”
I heard the whip whistle through the air, and then fire exploded across my bottom. I screamed, the pain so much worse than Beta’s cane because it carried Omega’s energy with it somehow—burning not just my flesh but something deeper, something in the bond between us itself, whatever that was.
Again and again the whip fell. I writhed in Omega’s bonds, the stone rough against my breasts, my belly, my thighs.
Each stroke felt like it was carving into my soul, branding me with Omega’s ownership in ways that went far beyond the physical.
I lost count of the lashes, lost myself in the agony and the terrible pleasure that accompanied it.
Because despite everything, despite the pain and fear and wrongness of it all, my pussy had begun to drip with need.
My body responded to this brutal domination with shameful enthusiasm, craving more even as I begged him to stop.
My hips bucked against the cavern wall, my bottom squirming with need as much as with torment.
Finally, the whipping ended. I hung in my invisible bonds, sobbing, my bottom feeling like it had been set ablaze with supernatural fire.
Through my tears, I sensed Omega positioning himself behind me, felt his massive cock pressing against the entrance to my vagina.
It should have felt sore, part of my mind told me, from the way Beta had used me, but my monstrous master had taken that away.
“Now,” he said, “I’m going to fuck you properly. The way you’ve needed since you first summoned me.”
He thrust forward, and I screamed as he filled me.
But this was different from Beta’s claiming.
This time, I felt more than just the physical presence of the man fucking me.
Energy flowed through me—from Omega, through my body, into the gravitium surrounding us, and back again in an endless circuit.
The sensation was overwhelming. It felt like being fucked by pure power, by the universe itself. Each thrust sent waves of what I thought must be interdimensional energy cascading through my nervous system, building pleasure so intense it bordered on unbearable.
My orgasm, when it hit, felt like it might literally tear me apart.
It wasn’t just physical—it seemed quantum, cosmic, affecting me on levels I hadn’t known existed.
I screamed until my voice gave out, my body convulsing against the stone wall as the gravitium’s energy amplified everything a thousand-fold.
I barely registered Omega withdrawing from my pussy, barely felt him position himself at my anus.
But when he thrust into that hole—the one Beta had so recently claimed—I felt every centimeter.
He fucked my bottom with brutal force, using me, taking what he wanted while the energy continued to flow through all three of us: him, me, and the gravitium.
When he came, filling my anus with his seed, I felt his power surge.
He staggered back, releasing me from the bonds, and I collapsed to the cave floor.
Through our connection, I sensed how much stronger he had become.
Strong enough to take me anywhere. Strong enough that Beta and Alpha would never find us.
We would leave Magisteria, leave this entire sector of space. Just as he’d promised. Just the two of us, forever.
But even as that certainty settled over me, even as I felt Omega’s triumph radiating through our bond, another thought whispered in the back of my mind.
Is that all?