The seconds stretched like hours.
Finally, grimly, they both nodded to me.
Permission. Or perhaps acceptance of inevitability.
The rational part of my mind screamed at me to resist, to fight, to maintain what little dignity I had left. But that voice from the darkness rose up again, drowning out reason.
This is what you are. This is what you deserve.
I slipped from Beta’s arms and stood on trembling legs. My naked body felt simultaneously too exposed and exactly as it should be. I took one step toward Omega, then another. Then I was running.
I fell to my knees before him, my hands pressed against the cold laboratory floor.
“Master,” I gasped, the word spilling from my lips like a prayer. “Master, please. I want to travel with you. I want to see the universe while I serve you. I want to be yours completely.”
Omega’s massive hand reached down, tangling in my hair. I felt his cock press against my lips, and my mouth opened automatically to receive him.
But just before he could thrust inside, I pulled back slightly.
“Master,” I said, my voice trembling with need and fear and something else I couldn’t name. “I can serve you even better. May I?”
His black eyes narrowed with interest. For a moment, I thought he might refuse, might simply force himself into my mouth again. But then he released my hair and stepped back slightly.
“Show me,” he commanded.
I stood up slowly, feeling the mingled mortification and pride at owning my darkest desires this way. With my eyes on Omega’senormous penis, my right hand moved between my legs, finding my swollen clitoris.
I began to stroke myself as I moved closer to my master. I pressed my small body against his enormous one, moving my hand aside so I could rub my pussy against the hard muscles of his thigh. The contact sent electricity through my nerves.
I remembered how intent Omega had professed himself on training my bottom for his pleasure. With a shudder I put my hand behind me to touch my anus. I whimpered as I impaled myself with my middle finger the way my master had taught me. I bit my lip, as if I couldn’t keep myself from thinking about the mortifying promises he had made about fucking me there.
“Your penis is so exciting, Master,” I heard myself say, my voice breathy with arousal. “I can’t help playing with myself when I think about it. When I imagine it inside me.”
I kissed his chest, then moved lower, kneeling before him again. My lips found his cock, and I kissed the massive shaft reverently. My tongue traced along the thick vein running up the underside. I moved to his heavy balls, kissing and licking, worshipping him with my mouth while my fingers worked frantically between my legs and my bottom cheeks.
“Master,” I whispered against his skin. “May I… may I worship all of you?”
I guided him to turn around, my hands trembling as they touched his powerful body. Distantly I realized how compliant Omega seemed to have become, in the face of my desire to submit abjectly to his lust. When he stood with his back to me, I reached up to his firm buttocks.
“Please,” I begged. “Please spread yourself for me, Master. Let me worship your anus.”
I was hyperconscious of Beta watching. Of Alpha and Dr. Nagalan and the other scientists. Of how degrading this was, how absolutely shameful. The knowledge that Beta was seeing me do this—seeing me debase myself so completely—made my pussy clench with mortifying arousal.
Omega spread his buttocks with his hands, exposing that most intimate place. I leaned forward and pressed my tongue against his anus, beginning to lick with desperate enthusiasm.
The taste, the texture, the sheer degradation of the act—it all combined to drive me wild with need. My fingers moved faster on my clitoris as I performed the obscene service.
Through the part of my mind I had come to recognize as my bond with my master, I suddenly realized I could feel what Omega desired. What he needed. The sensation was overwhelming—his pleasure, his arousal, his dark satisfaction at my submission all flooding through me.
“Master,” I gasped, pulling back just enough to speak. “Please, may I touch your beautiful cock while I worship your anus?”
“Yes, little cunt,” he growled, and I heard the raw need in his voice.
I reached around his massive body with my left hand, wrapping my fingers around as much of his shaft as I could grasp. I began to stroke him while my tongue returned to his anus, licking and probing while I masturbated him.
His pleasure built rapidly, and I felt it through our connection. I could sense exactly what he needed, exactly how to bring him to the edge.
And I knew, with sudden certainty, that he would climax hardest if he could watch me swallow his seed.
Faint with fear and shame and desperate need, I released his cock and guided him to turn around again. When he faced me, his enormous member jutting toward my face, I placed my hands behind my back, holding my bottom in my fingers as if to soothe away the memory of the ferocious way my master liked to discipline me.
The gesture said everything:Use me as you like, Master. I am yours.
