CHAPTER 12
Jendra
I knelt there on the cold laboratory floor, trembling and crying, my punished bottom radiating heat. Through my tears, I saw Alpha move toward the containment sphere, his hands beginning to manipulate the purple field.
“Wait,” Dr. Nagalan said sharply. “We need to establish parameters before releasing him. Monitoring equipment, physical constraints?—”
“We don’t have time for anything like ideal preparation,” Alpha said grimly. “He’s demonstrated he can cause Jendra significant harm through their connection. We need to negotiate before he does worse.”
I watched through blurred vision as Alpha and Beta worked together, their hands working in complex movements that seemed somehow both chaotic and ordered—as if they were responding to invisible currents and redirecting them. The expression on Beta’s gorgeous face looked serene, his eyes openbut perhaps not seeing the same reality I did, or maybe seeing that, but also much more.
I had the overwhelming feeling, with a certainty that sent a shiver up my spine, that the motions of those huge blue hands actually didn’t represent anything but a sort of metaphor: Beta was using his forearms, his wrists, his palms, his fingers to help him shape the things he perceived at the level of pure consciousness. The purple sphere began to shimmer and fade. Within it, I could see Omega’s massive form beginning to move, his black eyes opening.
My heart pounded against my ribs. He was about to be free.
And I was still kneeling here, naked and vulnerable, with my bottom burning from the spanking he had forced me to give myself.
Part of me wanted to run. To flee from this laboratory and never look back.
But a deeper part—the part that terrified me most—wanted to crawl to him. To press my lips to his feet and beg his forgiveness for keeping him waiting.
The containment field dissolved completely. Omega rose from the gurney and stood at full height, his obsidian skin seeming to absorb the laboratory’s harsh light. His enormous cock was already hardening as his gaze fixed on me.
“Much better,” he said, his voice resonating through the room with that unsettling harmonic quality. “Now we can have a proper conversation.”
Beta positioned himself between Omega and me, his posture protective despite the obvious strain in his expression. Alphaflanked him, both brothers clearly ready to reinstate the containment field at a moment’s notice.
“You will not touch her,” Beta said, his voice carrying an edge I hadn’t heard before. “That’s the first condition.”
Omega smiled, revealing those perfect white teeth. “For now, I agree. Though we both know she wants me to touch her. Don’t you, little cunt?”
My mouth opened before I could stop it. “Yes, Master.”
The words came out in a whisper, but everyone heard them. Shame flooded through me, hot and consuming.
“You see?” Omega spread his hands in a gesture of mock innocence. “Fully consensual.”
“That’s not consent,” Alpha said sharply. “That’s manipulation through whatever mental influence you possess via the quantum entanglement.”
“Is there really a difference?” Omega circled slowly, like a predator assessing its territory. “Her deepest desires shaped me. I am what she truly wants, buried beneath all that Hippolytan conditioning. When I make her speak, I’m simply helping her give voice to truths she’s too ashamed to admit on her own.”
“You’re a parasite,” Beta growled. “Using her vulnerability against her.”
“I prefer to think of myself as a liberator.” Omega’s black eyes gleamed with amusement. “But semantics aside, let’s discuss the practical matters. You need me contained. I need access to my anchor.” He gestured toward me. “And she needs what only I can give her.”
I felt my forehead crease very hard. I didn’t want it to be true, but Omega’s words drew a shameful response from my body: I felt the wetness from my bare pussy start to drip down my thigh.
Alpha and Beta exchanged looks, as if skeptical of their dark cousin’s claims.
Omega chuckled. “Just look at the cunt juices running down the little whore’s legs, if you doubt me. It’s not fit for polite Magisterian, let alone Hippolytan society, perhaps, but she needs my cock in her very badly—and I must admit that I need it too. If I can’t climax regularly as a result of her submission to my dominant pleasure, things will start to rupture at a quantum level.”
My eyes went wide as I looked at my horrible master, then at Alpha and Beta, then at Dr. Nagalan. The three of them had huddled up as soon as they heard what Omega had said.
“You’re thinking you can rid yourself of me by preventing that,” my master said, his voice taking on a hard edge of warning. “Alas, that would bring about the harm to my little cunt that you seem so intent on preventing. I would be cast back into the quantum void, yes. My cunt would be left with a shattered psyche from the sudden disconnection. None of us wants that, do we?”
I felt sick. Was that true? Would losing the connection to Omega damage my mind permanently?
“He’s lying,” Beta said, though uncertainty flickered across his features. “Trying to manipulate us.”
