I’m on my way.
Jendra
My knees felt wobbly and unreliable as I descended the stairs to the basement. I had no idea how I had gotten through the day: everything but the thought of Omega had become a blur. Part of me kept saying,Go to Ms. Opalin… Ms. Haspor… the public safety officer.
The rest of me replied,You’re in so much trouble already: that would only make it worse. You’rein charge ofthis thing: you’ll find a way to send it back where it came from—until then, you need to keep it secret.
With every step, though, the folly of returning to Omega seemed greater. And yet I couldn’t stop my feet from their forward motion, as unsteady as each footfall felt.
At last I reached the bottom of the stairs and pushed open the heavy door to the reactor room. The familiar hum of the fusion core filled my ears, but everything else about the space felt alien now, transformed by what had happened here the night before.
Omega stood waiting, his obsidian skin seeming to absorb the ambient light. His black eyes fixed on me the moment I entered, and I felt my breath catch.
“Here you are,” he said, though there was no surprise in his voice. “My fuck toy. My piece of ass.” He seemed to relish the obscene phrases, as if delighted to have discovered them in the dark depths of my mind. “I was wondering whether I would have to compel you to bring your little cunt down here for fucking.”
“I…” My voice came out barely above a whisper. My heart rate was going at breakneck speed. “I need to send you back.”
He laughed, the sound resonating through my chest. “Is that what you tell yourself? That you’re here to banish me?” He took a step closer. “Strip.”
“Please, I just want to?—”
“Strip. Now. Or would you prefer I tear your clothing off again?”
My hands moved to the hem of my tunic before I could stop them. I pulled it over my head with trembling fingers, then unfastened my bra. My pants and panties followed, pooling at my feet until I stood naked before him once more. Surely he had reached into my mind and made me do it.Surely.
“Hands on your head,” Omega commanded.
I raised my arms, lacing my fingers behind my head, repeating to myself over and over that of course Omega had taken control. I let out a little whimper as I felt how the position lifted my breasts and made me seem even more exposed than simple nudity would.
He circled me slowly, and I felt his gaze like a physical touch on my skin. When he stopped in front of me, his massive hand reached out to cup my left breast, his thumb brushing across my nipple. I gasped at the sensation.
“Sensitive,” he murmured. His other hand moved to my right breast, squeezing, testing the weight and softness. “These will be very responsive to discipline.”
I bit my lip until I tasted blood.I don’t want this. He’s… he’s making me. I have no choice.
My massive black captor moved behind me, and I heard him make a satisfied sound deep in his throat. “Your bottom is still pink from last night. Good.”
His palm fondled one cheek, then the other. Then both hands took hold and squeezed hard, so that I yelped and tried to step forward, only to be stopped by his left arm, flashing around my waist to restrain me.
“No, fuck toy. Never try to get away from your master. Clearly we’ll need to get this bottom a good deal redder soon. Maybe I’ll whip you after I fuck you, to teach you that pleasure has a price for a dirty girl like you.”
Then his hand slipped between my legs from behind, forcing my thighs apart and cupping my pussy. I jerked at the contact, but his other hand on my hip held me in place.
“Oh, this is very wet, isn’t it?” he said. “You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you? Touching yourself, imagining what I’m going to do to you.”
I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t deny it.
His fingers explored my folds, spreading my labia, finding my clitoris and circling it with maddening pressure. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.
“So innocent,” he murmured, his finger pressing against my entrance but not penetrating. “For now. For the next few minutes, at any rate.”
He withdrew his hand and moved in front of me again. “On your knees. Spread them wide. Face to the floor.”
I sank down, my knees spreading on the cold concrete, then lowered my torso until my cheek pressed against the floor. The position left me completely exposed, my bottom raised, everything visible to him.
“Perfect,” Omega said. “Hold very still.”
I felt his hand on my inner thigh, then a strange warmth between my legs. It took me a moment to realize, with a jolt of shock, what was happening—he was somehow using his fingers as a heat razor, just like the Magisterian device Ms. Haspor had told us about.
