CHAPTER 15
Jendra
Omega’s hands gripped my head with bruising force as he thrust his cock deep into my mouth, down my throat. I gagged immediately, tears streaming down my face, but I didn’t resist. I couldn’t resist.
He fucked my face with abandon, using me exactly as I had offered to be used. Each thrust drove deeper, cutting off my air, making me choke and sputter. But through it all, I felt his pleasure building, climbing toward that peak.
And then, with a roar that shook the laboratory, Omega came. His seed erupted into me, hot and thick, flooding my throat. I struggled to swallow, to take everything he gave me, even as I choked and gagged. Some of it spilled from the corners of my mouth, but I kept trying, desperate not to waste a single drop of what my master had given me.
It tasted vile, bitter and salty at once. I told myself I loathed it, and I detested the man-thing that had ejaculated it into me. To my dismay, though, the awful, patient voice returned—theone that told me I deserved the ordeal I had created for myself. It told me that my master’s seed was delicious, because I was nothing but a receptacle for it, a fuck toy, his little cunt who also had a mouth that could provide him with pleasure. The evidence of my senses didn’t matter; I loved the taste of Omega’s semen because I belonged to him, just as I should.
When he finally released my head, I fell back on my heels, coughing and gasping, his essence still coating my throat and tongue. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.
And then, to my absolute horror, I felt it—a surge of pride so intense it made my cheeks burn hotter than they ever had before. I had done it. I had pleased my master. I had made him come so hard that I could still feel the aftershocks of his pleasure through our bond.
The realization made me want to crawl into a hole and die. What had I become? What kind of person felt proud of being used like this?
But before I could spiral further into self-hatred, something changed.
Omega’s massive body wavered. His black eyes, which had been blazing with satisfaction just moments before, suddenly lost focus. His knees buckled.
With a thunderous crash that made the laboratory equipment rattle, my master collapsed to the floor.
“Jendra!” Beta’s voice cut through my shock. I felt his hands on my shoulders as he pulled me away from Omega’s fallen form. “Are you hurt? Did he?—”
“I’m fine,” I managed to croak, though my throat felt raw and abused. “What happened to him?”
Alpha rushed past us, kneeling beside Omega’s motionless body. Dr. Nagalan appeared on the other side, his right hand moving over some kind of scanning device, held in his left.
“Is she alright?” Alpha asked without looking up from Omega.
“Yes,” Beta said, his arms still around me, steadying me. “Jendra, can you stand?”
I nodded, though my legs felt like water. Beta helped me to my feet, keeping one arm around my waist as if he expected me to collapse at any moment.
Dr. Nagalan looked up from his scanner, his eyes blazing with excitement that seemed to transcend the humiliation of the moment. “It worked,” he breathed. “Powers, it actually worked.”
“What worked?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
“I observed something,” Dr. Nagalan said, standing and gesturing to his displays. “A cycle in Omega’s quantum signature.”
He turned the device in his hand so we could see the screen. The two patterns outlined, one in red and one in green, apparently identical to one another, meant nothing to me. Beta, however, spoke in obvious amazement.
“That’s a jump-drive spin-up,” he said.
Dr. Nagalan nodded. “The bottom one,” he confirmed. “The top one is Omega’s quantum signature as he approaches orgasm.”
“They’re the same?” Alpha asked. I looked over to see that he had a deep crease in his forehead.
“They are,” Dr. Nagalan said. “It seemed rather crazy, but I thought it was worth trying.”
“What?” Beta asked. “What did you do?”
“I exploited it. I interrupted his energy cycle with a static gravitium jump.”
I blinked at him, trying to make sense of his words through the fog in my mind.
“There’s the equivalent of a gravitium drive under the floor of this laboratory,” Dr. Nagalan continued, his words coming faster now. “It’s normally used for studying interstellar travel effects, but I realized?—”
