CHAPTER 11
Beta
Not since my poor wife had died two years ago had I felt anything like the mixture of emotions that occupied my heart as I watched Jendra helplessly playing with herself. I steadied my thoughts, forcing my mind back to the crisis at hand.
Dr. Nagalan, the senior scientist who had been observing, stepped forward. His gray hair was trimmed close to his skull, and his dark eyes seemed to assess the situation in its entirety with every glance. “Can you find a way to secure him without preventing him from speaking?” he asked, looking between Alpha and me.
Alpha frowned, his blue skin darkening slightly with concentration. “I think we probably can, eventually. But it will take a good deal of research. The quantum mechanics involved in selectively suppressing his physical manifestation while allowing some kind of direct communication are… complex.”
“We need to find a way to communicate with him now, however crude,” I said, feeling the urgency of the situation pressing down on me. Jendra was still on her knees, her hands working frantically, tears streaming down her flushed face. “We can’t wait for a perfect solution.”
I turned toward the containment sphere, toward that dark, motionless figure suspended within its purple glow.
“Omega,” I called out, my voice carrying across the laboratory. “Can you hear me?”
The response was immediate—but it didn’t come from Omega.
Jendra let out an unmistakable scream of pure pleasure, her body arching backward as if struck by lightning. Her hands flew away from her body for a moment before returning with even more desperate urgency.
“He’s—oh, powers—he’s touching me!” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Inside! He’s… he’s… it’s like he’s touching my pussy and my anus from the inside… oh, please… no…”
I felt my jaw clench as understanding dawned. “He’s interfacing with her nervous system directly,” Alpha said, confirming my suspicion. “Through their quantum entanglement.”
Jendra’s masturbation became even more frantic, her hips bucking as she pleasured herself before the assembled witnesses. I watched, transfixed despite myself, as she pushed two fingers into her anus, sobbing with need.
“Jendra,” I said, keeping my voice as gentle as I could manage. “Can you tell me what’s happening inside your mind?”
She looked up at me, her green eyes glazed with overwhelming sensation, her face crimson with shame and arousal. Her hands never stopped their lewd work.
“Images,” she gasped out between ragged breaths. “He’s… he’s filling my head with images. Or… or… it almost feels like… like he’s makingmemake the pictures. I can see… oh, powers… I can seehim… my master… my… my Omega fucking me. Oh, no… so… so hard… He’s taking my virginity… while I… while I scream. And then… then Alpha… and then you… you, Beta. All of you. Using me. Fucking my mouth, my pussy, my bottom. All at once. Over and over. I can’t… I can’t stop seeing it…”
Her words sent an unwanted surge of arousal through me. I found myself unable to look away from her—the way her small breasts heaved with each breath, the way her fingers worked between her legs and in her bottom, the expression of helpless need on her face. Her hips moved forward and back, grinding her clit against her middle two fingertips and then impaling herself anally on her other hand’s digits like a vision of helpless, wanton lust. She was beautiful in her abandon, and the sight stirred something in me that I had thought died with my wife.
I nearly lost my train of thought entirely.
Then Jendra’s climax hit her like a physical blow. She cried out, her whole body convulsing, her fingers buried deep in both her openings as waves of pleasure crashed through her. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, each aftershock making her whimper and shake.
When it finally subsided, she collapsed forward onto her hands and knees, gasping for breath.
I looked at the containment sphere, at Omega’s frozen form, and felt certainty settle in my chest.
“I think Omega can hear us,” I said grimly.
Jendra
My eyes had fixed themselves on the hard, sterile floor of the lab. I couldn’t raise them. The rest of my body demonstrated even less willingness to put itself under my control. My pussy kept clenching, rhythmic pulses that seemed to have a will of their own. I couldn’t stop my hips from moving with each contraction, rolling forward and back as if I were riding something—someone. That enormous phantom cock I knew I needed so desperately.
Heat blazed across my face, spreading down my neck to my chest. My body had betrayed me completely. Beta must be disgusted. Just like Ms. Opalin would be if she could see me now—on my hands and knees in this sterile laboratory, having just masturbated in front of everyone while begging to service my master.
To my astonishment, Beta crouched down beside me. His large hand settled on my shoulder, warm and steady.
“Don’t be frightened,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “And don’t be ashamed. Omega is doing this to you.”
A sob broke from my chest. I shook my head, still unable to meet his eyes.
“He told me,” I managed to say between gasps. “Omega told me he can’t make me do anything I don’t, deep down, want to do.”
Beta’s hand moved in slow circles on my back, the touch somehow both calming and electrifying.
