CHAPTER 13
Jendra
I wanted to refuse.
I told myself I wanted to refuse… that I wanted to stand up and run from this nightmare. Or did I tell myself that I was telling myself that?
It doesn’t matter,a voice in my head replied, and I let out a little sob as I realized that I couldn’t even tell if the voice belonged to me.
The voice had it right, though, because my body had already begun to obey, turning so my back faced him. I lowered my chest to the floor, raising my bottom high, spreading my thighs wide.
I saw it from Omega’s perspective, suddenly, and just as I hadn’t been able to distinguish who the voice in my mind belonged to, I couldn’t tell if what I saw in my imagination was there because my master had somehow sent me the vision, or because the dark, pushed-back part of me wanted so badly to see it. I sobbed again,at the picture in my head: my bare, wet pussy, the tight ring of my anus, the reddened cheeks of my self-punished bottom.
Through our connection, I felt my master’s arousal spike. I heard the distinctive sound of flesh on flesh as he wrapped his massive hand around his enormous cock and began to stroke. I saw that too; to my helpless, humiliating arousal I could somehow see everything about the lewd scene.
“Look at that pretty little asshole,” Omega said, his voice thick with lust. “I’m going to fuck it so hard, little cunt. I’m going to force my cock into that tight hole and make you scream. You’ll beg me to stop, but I won’t. I’ll use your ass whenever I want, however I want.”
A sob broke from my chest. My pussy clenched hard, and I felt fresh moisture dripping down my inner thighs.
“Put your fingers in your asshole,” Omega commanded. “You liked that, didn’t you? Do it again… just one finger this time. Fuck your little bottom while I watch. Show me how you’ll take my cock.”
My right hand moved behind me, trembling as my middle finger found that forbidden opening. I pressed against it, feeling once again the resistance, the wrongness of penetrating myself there.
“Do it,” Omega growled.
I pushed, and my finger slipped inside. The sensation was overwhelming despite the terrible familiarity it had already assumed—uncomfortable, shameful, but also intensely arousing. I began to move my finger in and out, fucking my own anus while my master watched and pleasured himself.
“I’ll be so good, Master,” I sobbed, the words spilling out unbidden. “I’ll take your cock like a good girl. I need it in my little bottom. I need it so much… so hard. I want it to hurt, so I know I belong to you.”
I couldn’t believe I was saying these things, but they kept coming. Each degrading word seemed to increase both my shame and my arousal.
I heard Omega’s breathing grow ragged. Through our connection, I felt his pleasure building, climbing toward release. I could see his hand moving faster on his gigantic cock—that massive black shaft, so hard and ready to use me.
“Yes,” Omega groaned. “That’s it, fuck toy. Play with that pretty asshole. You’re going to take every inch of me there. You’re going to?—”
His words cut off in a roar. I felt his climax through our bond a split second before I felt the hot splash of his seed landing on my upturned bottom. More followed, covering my punished flesh, dripping down between my cheeks, marking me as his.
I heard rapid footsteps and saw from the corner of my eye several scientists rushing forward with collection equipment. They gathered samples of Omega’s semen quickly and efficiently, as if they’d been prepared for exactly this moment.
I knelt there, trembling, painted with my master’s essence, my finger still buried in my anus. The shame was crushing, but underneath it ran a current of satisfaction that terrified me. I had pleased him. I had submitted, and he had found release.
Again, the question:what is happening to me?
Again, worse, the answer:only what you want… what you deserve.
Beta appeared beside me, and I felt his large hand on my shoulder—gentle, grounding. “It’s over now,” he said softly. “You can stop.”
My hand fell away from my body. I collapsed fully to the floor, my cheek pressed against the cold surface, unable to move or speak. I felt Beta drape something over me—a lab coat, I realized—covering my naked, marked body.
“Get her cleaned up,” I heard Alpha say. “And increase monitoring on both of them. I want to know everything about how that entanglement manifests.”
But I barely heard them. All I could focus on was the heat of Omega’s seed on my skin and the terrible knowledge that part of me didn’t want it cleaned away.
Later, I would have a vague memory of being helped to a cot somewhere nearby, while Omega looked on with his onyx eyes. Much clearer in my recollection was the sight of his massive member, hardly any less threatening or less commanding in repose—and the helpless little whimper I let out at the mixture of pride, shame, and renewed need that rose in me at the evidence of my master’s obscene satisfaction.
“We’ll be monitoring you both throughout the night,” Dr. Nagalan said quietly. “Try to rest.”
Rest. The word seemed absurd. But exhaustion had settled into my bones like lead, and the moment my head touched the thin pillow, I felt consciousness slipping away.
