“No,” I whimpered. “Please don’t?—”
“You want to be bare for me,” he said, his voice carrying that terrible compulsion. “You want me to see every part of your little cunt.”
The warmth moved across my mound, and I felt the soft curls there falling away. He worked methodically, removing every trace of hair from my pussy, then moving to the sensitive skin of my labia. The sensation was mortifying—not painful, but intimate beyond anything I had ever experienced.
When he finished with my pussy, his hand moved to the cleft of my bottom. I tensed as the warmth traveled along that most private place, removing the fine hair there as well.
“There,” he said with satisfaction. “Now you look like a proper piece of ass. Smooth and ready for your master’s use.”
I wanted to cry. Wanted to run. But I also felt my pussy clench with shameful arousal at his words.
“Stay there,” Omega commanded. “I’m going to make something special for you.”
I heard strange sounds—the hum from the reactor changed in pitch, and then there was a tearing sound, and finally a kind of metallic ring. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something appear out of thin air.
He can synthesize matter, I realized, my eyes going wide.As if it were nothing to give energy physical form.
When he finally told me to stand, I saw what he had created. A metal frame stood in the center of the room, about waist height. It had padded supports positioned to hold someone bent over it, with restraints at strategic points.
“I think I’ll call it a fucking stand,” Omega said with dark amusement. “Designed specifically for deflowering a virgin cunt as pleasurably as possible. Come here.”
