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CHAPTER 9

Jendra

My feet moved without my permission, carrying me to the device. I shuddered as with his enormous hands Omega positioned me roughly but also very precisely, bending me over the central support until my torso rested on the padding. My bottom was raised high, my legs spread wide by the frame’s design. He secured my wrists to the front supports, then my ankles to the rear ones. He fastened a webbing belt across my waist.

I was completely immobilized, completely exposed. My bare pussy and anus were presented at the perfect height for my terrifying master to use.

“Beautiful,” Omega said, running his hand down my spine, then casually taking hold of my whole pussy and squeezing until I cried out, my hips bucking against the strap that held me down. “Now we wait.”

“Wait?” I gasped.

His hand left my pussy, then came down hard and without warning on my right bottom cheek and then my left. I yelped at each swat, tears pricking the corners of my eyes.

“Master,” Omega said, his voice cruel. “Wait,Master. Say it.”

“Oh, powers…” I whimpered. “Please…”

He spanked me again, once on each cheek, so hard that I let out a scream of agony, sure that my backside would show bruises before long.

“Master… Master…” I sobbed. “Master, please… why… why are we going to wait, Master?”

“I’m going to wait to fuck you because you’re not ready yet,” he said in that terrifying, matter-of-fact voice. “Your body needs time to understand its new reality. To absorb the knowledge of what’s coming. Of how you can’t stop it. Of how you’re going to have a huge cock in your little cunt, opening you for your master’s pleasure, whether you like it or not, and after that you’ll be nothing but a fuck toy.”

He moved to where I could see him, pulling over a stool to sit in front of me. His enormous cock was already rigid, jutting obscenely from his lap.

Then his hand disappeared behind me, and I felt his fingers touch my newly bare pussy. He traced my folds, circled my clitoris, pressed against the entrance to my virgin sheath. Not entering, just teasing, reminding me of what awaited.

“Please,” I whispered, though I had no idea what I was begging for.

“Not yet,” he said.

Time became meaningless. He played with me endlessly, his fingers bringing me to the edge of climax again and again but never letting me fall over. He explored my pussy thoroughly, learning every sensitive spot, every place that made me gasp or whimper.

And then he moved to my anus.

“No,” I breathed as his finger circled that forbidden opening. “Not there. Please, Master… not there?”

I remembered how intimate it had seemed, how loving in that strange way, when Alpha had taken Sala anally in front of an audience. How abject Sala’s submission had seemed, and how I had wondered how it would feel to serve a man that way.

“Everywhere,” he corrected. “I own every hole, every opening, every part of you.”

His finger pressed against my anus, and I felt it begin to yield. The sensation was uncomfortable, foreign, but also intensely arousing. He worked it slowly, letting my body adjust, until his finger was buried to the first knuckle.

“This will be your punishment hole,” he said conversationally, as if he weren’t violating me in the most degrading way possible. “When you displease me, I’ll fuck your bottom. When you’re especially naughty, I’ll make you beg for it.”

I whimpered as he withdrew his finger, only to return with what felt like two. The stretch, even more intense, made me struggle against my restraints.

He continued this torture for what felt like hours—playing with my pussy, fingering my anus, bringing me to the edge of climaxonly to deny me. My body trembled with need, sweat beading on my skin despite the cool air.

Finally, mercifully, he stopped. He stood and moved behind me.

“Master?” I asked, fearfully, my heart pounding in my chest. “What are you doing?”

But I knew. I felt Omega’s right hand come down on my hip, and then I feltit. I felt the enormous head of his cock press against the entrance to my untried vagina.

“Now,” he said. “Beg me to take your virginity.”

“No,” I sobbed. “I can’t.”