Alpha appeared at Beta’s side, his expression grave. “The quantum entanglement. He’s pulling on her—mentally, maybe even physically.”
Beta’s jaw clenched. “We’ll bring her along, then. I don’t think we have another option.”
The moment he released me, the panic subsided. I stumbled forward, following the gurney with the blanket forgotten on the floor behind me. My nakedness didn’t register, except as a kind of perverse reassurance that my body was available to the man who needed to use it for his enjoyment. Nothing registered except the overwhelming relief of being close to Omega again.
Distantly, some remaining rational part of me offered the consolation that women were always naked on Magisteria, so really, this was fine, wasn’t it? Alongside that thought came another, even fainter one:something is seriously wrong with my mind. The rest of me didn’t like that idea, though, so I let it float away.
The orderlies wheeled the gurney with my master on it into a large laboratory space. In the center stood a shimmering, nearly transparent purple dome, or… I looked closer and realized it must really be a sphere, with the curved bowl of its lowest part buried in the floor. A stable containment field, I realized, this one built into the construction of the laboratory.
Alpha and Beta took charge of the gurney and maneuvered it to the edge of the sphere. As soon as the end of the thing penetrated the purple barrier, the effort required obviouslyincreased greatly; the two enormous blue men showed strain as they pushed Omega’s motionless form into the curved space. I blinked in surprise, then figured it out: inside the sphere, just as inside the temporary stasis field that held Omega, standard physics didn’t apply.
“What are they doing?” I heard one of the orderlies ask a Magisterian in a long white coat that I knew must mean some kind of seniority in the lab.
“Honestly,” the scientist said, “I can really only guess. But if you put a blaster to my head I’d say they’re managing a quantum transfer molecule by molecule, in their heads, while also exerting kinetic force on the gurney.”
My jaw went slack as I watched the concentration on Beta’s face as he pushed Omega’s gurney forward millimeter by millimeter.
“That’s… uh… not something a human could do, I’m guessing?” the orderly asked.
The scientist laughed. “No. If I’m right about what’s happening here, our fastest supercomputer could maybe do it. If we had a billion or so years to spare waiting around for it to finish.”
Omega’s body was almost entirely in the sphere now. I couldn’t detect any change in his position from the moment Alpha and Beta had imprisoned him back in the basement of my school, hundreds of millions of kilometers away.
His position. The faint, functioning voice of my reason observed that I had just put it that way to myself:his position. Notmy master’s position. What did that mean? Was Omega too distracted right now, trying to put up a fight against Alpha and Beta, to pay attention to me?
Then, as if in response to that thought—no absolutely, positively in response to that thought, I realized in a flash—I heard myself cry out, and I dropped to my knees. I put my right hand between my thighs and my left behind me, working my middle finger between my bottom cheeks so that I could press it inside my anus.
The worst part was that the rational part of me could observe it happening, and register how indescribably shameful a sight I made, there in the middle of the laboratory, masturbating in the dirtiest possible way in front of a crowd of men.
“Oh, no,” I sobbed. “Oh, Master… oh, please… no…”
I looked at Alpha and Beta, who had turned to see what had happened. I realized that they had thrust Omega’s gurney all the way into the sphere while I had started to experience whatever this humiliation was. Had Omega given up his struggle with Alpha and Beta and decided to torment me instead?
“Please…” I begged. “Please… m-my master needs to use his fuck toy,” I heard myself say, the degrading words spilling out in a rush. “It’s his right. Please let me… let me suck his beautiful penis. Please.”
Horror washed through me even as I spoke, my hands lewdly busy in front and in back, stimulating my pussy and my bottom hole, all the while. That distant part of my rational mind recognized that I was being manipulated, that Omega was doing something to me through our connection. But that knowledge was dim, muffled, unable to stop my mouth from forming its obscene plea or my hands from performing their helplessly pleasurable actions.
Beta exchanged a long look with Alpha.
“We need to communicate with him,” Beta said grimly. “We can’t assess the situation without understanding what he wants, what he’s capable of.”
