“That matches what we know about nervous system manipulation,” he said gently. “But Jendra, you need to consider something important. We don’t always want the same things in the same ways.”
I finally looked up at him, confused.
“Omega is taking advantage of a very vulnerable moment in your life,” Beta continued. “Yes, these desires exist within you. But he’s amplifying them, distorting them, using them against you. The difference between wanting to submit to a strong man who cares for you and being forced into degradation by a malevolent entity—that difference matters.”
His words penetrated the fog of shame and arousal clouding my mind. I felt fresh tears spill down my cheeks.
“Come here,” Beta said.
He helped me to my feet, and then, before I could fully process what was happening, he gathered me into his arms. I found myself cradled against his broad chest, his blue skin warm through the fabric of his uniform. One arm supported my back, the other beneath my knees, holding my naked body as if I weighed nothing.
Safety. That was the first thing I felt. For the first time since I had summoned Omega, I felt safe.
But then other feelings intruded. To my dismay, I found myself wishing Beta would touch my breasts. That his hand would slidedown to cup my bottom, to squeeze and fondle the way Omega had. That his fingers would slip between my legs to feel how wet I still was.
The wishes intensified. I wanted Beta to take me over his knee. To spank me for the lewd display I had just put on, to punish my naughty bottom until I cried and begged for mercy. To discipline me the way a good girl needed to be disciplined.
A whimper escaped my throat. Without meaning to, I rubbed myself against him, pressing my naked body more firmly into his hold. I felt it then—the unmistakable hardness of his erection through his clothes. His huge cock, rigid because of me.
Pride and embarrassment warred inside me. I had aroused him. This magnificent being found me desirable even in my degradation.
Then, suddenly, my body went rigid in Beta’s arms. Ice flooded through my veins as I realized what was happening.
Omega.
Words formed in my mind, and my mouth opened to speak them against my conscious will.
“Don’t even think about it, you weakling.”
No. No, please?—
“Beta. Yes, exactly—except that your so-called Alpha is just as weak as you are.”
Beta took a step back, his expression shifting from concern to alarm. His arms released me, and I found myself standing on unsteady legs.
Inside, chaos reigned. I wanted Beta to hold me again. More than that—I wanted him to spank me, to deflower me, to use me as he pleased. I could imagine his blue cock filling my virgin pussy, stretching me open, claiming me.
But I also wanted Omega. Wanted him to demonstrate his strength by thrusting that enormous black cock into me. Wanted to crawl to him in the containment sphere and beg to suck him. Wanted to feel his seed covering my skin again.
I wanted to cuddle with Beta. Wanted to take his blue cock in my mouth very reverently, taste him, make him feel so good he pushed my head down… found his release… gave me the gift of his essence inside me.
The desires crashed together in my mind, impossible to reconcile. But on the outside, I could only stand there, looking from Beta to the containment sphere and back again.
“Are we speaking to Omega now?” Alpha asked, his voice tight with tension.
More words forced themselves out of my mouth.
“Yes, weak little brother. I’ve worked out how to make this little whore say my words for me.”
The last words emerged as a sob of humiliation. My pussy clenched hard, and I felt fresh moisture gathering between my thighs.
“Fascinating,” Dr. Nagalan murmured, though his clinical tone couldn’t quite mask his concern. “The quantum entanglement apparently allows for direct neural control.”
I stood frozen, a puppet on invisible strings, while tears streamed down my face. Omega had taken even my voice fromme. And the worst part—the absolutely worst part—was that my body responded to his domination with shameful arousal, my nipples hardening as my pussy throbbed with need.
Omega spoke through me again. I had no idea how it could feel so awful and so arousing at the same time, to speak his cruel, lewd thoughts.
“Now, shall we negotiate? This girl, with her sweet, wet, virgin cunt represents a weak point for me… but she also represents a weak point for you, doesn’t she? I need her, and you won’t harm her.”
