CHAPTER 7
Jendra
I pulled my hand from my pants, my face burning with shame as I fumbled to remove the neural controller from my temples. My fingers trembled so badly I could barely grip the electrodes.
The being watched me with those fathomless black eyes, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. When he spoke again, his voice seemed to resonate at multiple frequencies simultaneously, creating an unsettling harmonic effect that made my skin prickle.
“My name is Omega,” he said, taking a step closer. “And you, little Jendra of Hippolyta, have made a terrible mistake.”
My blood ran cold. “How do you know my name?”
“I know everything about you.” He circled me slowly, like a predator assessing prey. “I know about your field trip to Magisteria. I know about the museum, about Sala and Alpha, about the way you touched your virgin cunt in that theater seatbut pretended you didn’t. I know about the dormitory, about you and Mabola and Brequa playing with your little cunts, about every shameful fantasy that’s crossed your mind.”
I pressed myself back against the workbench, my heart racing.
“That’s impossible,” I whispered.
Something about the way he had uttered the c-word, then the way he had repeated it, like a hammer striking a nail, seemed to embody, in a single syllable, more humiliation than I thought the galaxy could hold. Lingering in my memory, the sharp, shameful sound sent a shudder through my whole body.
“Is it?” His smile widened, revealing perfect white teeth. “I am quantum energy given form, shaped by your deepest desires and darkest fears. When you summoned me, you opened your mind completely. I saw everything. Every thought, every memory, every secret you’ve tried to hide even from yourself.”
Tears stung my eyes. This was worse than anything I had imagined. I had felt almost certain I could never succeed in the crazy attempt to summon an alien being, I suddenly realized. So I hadn’t thought through any of the possible consequences. Even if I had, though, I knew I could never have come up with anything this bad.
“I know about Magisteria,” Omega continued, his voice taking on a mocking tone. “About the Federation, about the gravitium mines, about the delightful little power structure your species has built. And I know about Alpha, Beta, and Gamma—those fools who came before me.”
“They’re not fools,” I whispered.
“Oh, but they are.” He stopped circling, standing directly in front of me now, so close I could feel the heat radiating from his obsidian skin. “They have all this power, all this control they could exercise over your pathetic species, and what do they do? They play house. They fall in love. They make promises not to use their abilities. Idiots.”
The contempt in his voice made me realize the full horror of what I had done. I had tried to summon something gentle, something kind. Instead, I had created a monster.
“You, however,” Omega said, reaching out to trace one finger down my cheek, “you’ve given me something much better than my brothers ever found. A direct connection to this dimension, anchored in your quantum signature. And such delicious conflict to feed on. Not to mention a sweet young body on which to sate this form’s considerable carnal needs.”
“Please,” I managed. “I didn’t mean?—”
“Didn’t you?” His hand moved to my throat, not squeezing, just resting there with terrible promise. “You summoned exactly what you wanted, Jendra. Not what you thought you wanted. What you truly craved in the darkest parts of yourself.”
Before I could respond, his other hand gripped the front of my tunic and tore it open with casual strength, breaking the magnetic seals with some combination of kinetic force and energy manipulation. The sound of tearing fabric filled the room as he ripped the garment away from my body.
“No!” I tried to push him away, but it was like pushing against a mountain.
He tore away my bra next, exposing my breasts to the cool air of the reactor room. My pants and panties followed, shredded and discarded until I stood naked before him, trembling.
“Much better,” Omega said, his black eyes roaming over my body with undisguised hunger. “Now we can begin properly.”
He sat on the metal stool I had been using, his massive cock jutting obscenely from his lap. Then, with shocking speed, he grabbed my arm and pulled me across his thighs.
The first slap of his enormous hand against my bare bottom drove the air from my lungs. The pain was immediate and intense, nothing like what I had fantasized. This was real, and it hurt.
“Stop!” I cried out, but he only laughed.
“Why would I stop? This is what you wanted.” Another slap, harder than the first. “This is what you summoned me for. And because you summoned the master you need, it gives me unspeakable pleasure to punish you—though not as much pleasure as fucking you will produce in this splendid body.”
The spanking continued, each impact sending jolts of pain through my body. My bottom felt like it was on fire, the skin burning and throbbing. I kicked my legs helplessly, tears streaming down my face, but his grip on my waist was unbreakable.
“Please,” I sobbed. “Please, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to?—”
“Didn’t mean to what? Summon me? Touch yourself while thinking about being dominated? Betray everything your precious Ms. Opalin taught you?” His hand came down againand again, painting my bottom with pain. “You meant every bit of it, and we both know it.”
