“Please,” I gasped, tears streaming down my face. “Please tell me he won’t… he won’t use that on me…”
Sala’s expression filled with sympathy, but she didn’t lie to me. “I’m sure he will, Jendra. To finish your punishment. To teach you what it means to have your cunt belong to someone else.”
“No,” I sobbed. “I can’t… I can’t take that…”
“Search your feelings,” Sala said softly, taking my hands in hers. “I’m certain you know you need this. Don’t you? You need to have your cunt whipped. You need to feel that punishment in the place that got you into this mess. The place that craved Omega’s domination so badly that you summoned him into existence.”
I wanted to deny it. Wanted to scream that she was wrong, that I didn’t need any of this, that I just wanted to go home.
But I couldn’t.
Because she was right.
“Yes,” I whispered through my tears. “Yes, I know. I know I need it. I need my cunt whipped. I need to be punished for what I did.”
Sala pulled me into an embrace, and I sobbed against her shoulder. “It’s going to be alright,” she murmured. “Beta will hurt you, but he’ll also take care of you. And afterward, you’ll begin to heal as you learn to please him.”
We stood there for a long moment, my tears gradually subsiding into quiet hiccups. Then I heard footsteps behind us.
Beta’s voice, deep and commanding, filled the room.
“Kneel before me, Jendra.”
