The worst part—the absolutely worst part—was that even through the pain, even through my tears and my shame, I could feel arousal building between my legs. My pussy was getting wet, responding to the domination exactly as it had in the theater, exactly as it had in my dormitory bed. The pain wasn’t what I had expected, but somehow my shameful need to submit turned it into a stimulus toward even deeper humiliation.
Finally, the spanking stopped. Omega lifted me off his lap and set me on my feet, though my legs could barely support me. My bottom felt swollen and tender, radiating heat.
“On your knees,” he commanded. “It’s time to begin your training as my consort.”
Consort.Like… royal consort? I stared at him, my eyes flicking downward to look at his enormous erection, then back up again because of the mingled fear and need it produced inside me.
I shook my head. “I can’t?—”
“Now.”
Something in his voice compelled me. My legs folded beneath me, and I sank to my knees on the cold concrete floor. I thought of Alpha, putting the cushion on the stage to comfort his wife’s knees when he had made her do this, made her serve his hard penis with her mouth. I had summoned something much harsher.
“Look at your master’s majesty,” Omega said. He put his right hand on his enormous phallus, stroking it idly. “From this moment on, you will dedicate yourself to pleasing it.”
I shook my head, feeling my face become a mask of woe and refusal. I looked into his hard black face and saw nothing at all of mercy.
“Do not look your master in the eyes unless I tell you to,” he said, his voice quiet and sinister.
I blinked at him, my mind struggling to catch up.
“Do you want to go back over my knee?” he asked sharply. “Lower your eyes and show my manhood the respect it deserves.”
With a little sob I obeyed, watching him run his hand up and down the long, hard shaft. A little drop of fluid appeared at the tip, and I wondered suddenly, to my mortification, what it would taste like.
“I want to make certain you understand,” Omega said, “that when I influence your mind, I do not force you to do anything you do not, deep inside, wish to do.”
“Please,” I heard myself whisper, the words emerging without conscious thought, as if to confirm precisely what the enormous black man had just said. “Please, Master… let me… let me suck your cock.”
The degradation of begging for it was almost worse than being forced. But I couldn’t stop the words, couldn’t stop the desperate need flooding through me.
Omega smiled, that terrible, knowing smile. “Since you asked so nicely.”
He gripped the back of my head with his massive left hand, guiding my mouth to the head of his rigid penis. The knob aloneseemed impossibly large, but he pushed forward relentlessly, forcing my jaw wide, filling my mouth completely.
I gagged immediately, tears streaming down my face as he pushed deeper. His cock invaded my throat, cutting off my air, and I thought I might suffocate. But then he pulled back just enough to let me breathe before thrusting forward again.
He fucked my face the same way he had spanked me, with brutal efficiency, using my mouth for his pleasure with no regard for my comfort. Saliva dripped down my chin, mixing with my tears. The sounds I made were wet and obscene, punctuated by desperate gasps for air.
“That’s it,” Omega growled. “Take it. This is what you wanted, you little cunt. To be used like this. I can sense how helpful it is for you not to have to admit it.”
I couldn’t answer, couldn’t do anything but endure as he used me. My jaw ached, my throat burned, and still my traitorous pussy throbbed with need.
When he finally pulled his cock from my mouth, I gasped for air, coughing and trembling. But he wasn’t done. He stood, towering over me, and began to stroke his massive shaft with quick, purposeful movements.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I raised my eyes to his face, and in that moment, I saw the full extent of what I had created. This being was pure dominance, pure appetite, shaped by my darkest fantasies into something that would never be satisfied, never be gentle, never be kind.
His climax came with a roar that seemed to shake the walls. Hot, thick ropes of his seed splashed across my face, my hair, mybreasts. He marked me thoroughly, covering me in his release until I was dripping with it.
I knelt there in the aftermath, covered in his cum, my bottom burning, my throat raw, and felt the terrible truth settle over me like a shroud.
I was more aroused than I had ever been in my life.
Omega looked down at me with satisfaction, his cock already beginning to harden again. “I’m going to take my time with you,” he said. “While I learn exactly how to conquer this pathetic galaxy of yours. The Federation, the remains of the Empire, all of it. And you’re going to help me, whether you want to or not.”
“No,” I whispered, but there was no conviction in it.
