I couldn’t finish. The words sounded insane even to my own ears.
But then I heard it. A voice from somewhere deep inside me, from a place I had tried so hard to ignore my entire life.
You deserve this.
The words echoed through my consciousness with terrible clarity.
You deserve to be used. You deserve to be owned. You summoned him because you knew, deep down, that this is what you are. What you’ve always been.
“No,” I whispered, but even as I denied it, I felt the truth of it resonating through my bones.
Ms. Opalin was wrong. All of Hippolyta was wrong about you. You were never meant to be free. You were meant to kneel.
“Beta,” I said, my voice breaking. “There’s a voice. Inside my head. It’s telling me… it’s telling me I deserve this. That I deserve to be Omega’s… his property.”
Beta’s expression shifted, his blue eyes darkening with concern. But before he could respond, Omega’s voice boomed across the laboratory.
“Enough of this charade!”
I flinched at the rage in his tone, and Beta’s arms tightened protectively around me.
Omega stood in the center of the space, his obsidian form radiating fury despite the purple shimmer of the partial stasis field Alpha maintained around him. His enormous cock jutted from his body, still rigid, still demanding.
“I grow tired of these games,” Omega snarled. “You want to negotiate? Fine. Let’s negotiate properly.”
Alpha moved closer, his hands still raised to maintain control of the containment field. “We’re listening.”
“I want a planet,” Omega said, his black eyes fixed on me even as he spoke to the others. “A world where I can take my little cunt and enjoy her properly. Without interference. Withoutsurveillance. Where I can fuck her in every hole, in every way, for as long as I please.”
My pussy clenched hard at his words, fresh moisture gathering between my thighs. Still, the remaining logical part of me noted a mismatch—an intriguing sort of absurdity, really—between Omega’s grand design to rule a planet and his apparent need to use his sovereignty over it principally to put his manhood in me whenever he liked.
“And a ship,” Omega continued. “So we can explore together. So I can show her the universe while she serves me. While she learns her place at my feet.”
“Absolutely not—” Beta started, but Omega cut him off.
“I can make her immortal,” he said, and my eyes widened as I felt the truth of it through our bond. “I can extend her lifespan indefinitely, keep her young and beautiful for centuries. Millennia, even. Think of it—she could see wonders beyond imagination. All she has to do is submit.”
The offer hung in the air, tempting and terrible.
“And in exchange,” Omega said, his voice taking on a mocking tone, “I’ll promise not to take over your pathetic galaxy. I won’t turn all of humanity into my slaves, though we all know I could. Don’t we, brothers?”
I saw Alpha and Beta exchange a look. I could almost feel something passing between them through their quantum bond.
“He could,” Alpha said quietly. “If he wanted to. The power he possesses…”
“But he needs her,” Beta countered. “He can’t do anything without maintaining the entanglement.”
“Which is why this arrangement benefits everyone,” Omega said smoothly. “Give me what I want, and your galaxy remains free. Deny me, and… well, I can be very creative in my cruelty.”
Suddenly, Dr. Nagalan rushed forward from where he’d been monitoring his displays. His face was animated, his expression urgent.
“Wait,” he said breathlessly. “I need… I need everyone to trust me. I’ll explain when I can, but right now…” He turned to look directly at me. “Jendra, I want you to give in to your needs,” Dr. Nagalan continued rapidly. “Serve Omega as submissively and degradingly as possible. Make him orgasm as forcefully as you can.”
The words sent a shock through me. This respected scientist was telling me to… to…
But even as my conscious mind recoiled, I felt something else. A rightness to the suggestion that terrified me. As if every cell in my body recognized the truth of what he was saying. To give in, and to follow my shameful lust to places even more degrading than I had allowed myself to imagine… I felt that it might help me learn something, whether about myself or about Omega or both.
I looked at Beta, desperate for guidance. His blue eyes met mine, and I saw the conflict there—the desire to protect me warring with something else. He turned to Alpha, and I watched them confer silently, their bond allowing communication I couldn’t hear.
