CHAPTER 18
Jendra
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the cane. My bottom clenched involuntarily, already anticipating the pain I knew it would deliver. The involuntary movement reawakened the terrible sensation of openness and exposure back there: it shouldn’t have made my tummy flip like that, after all the nudity I’d already endured, but something about having been restrained by Beta in that humiliating posture refused to subside into anything resembling normality.
“When my brothers and I first arrived in the Federation,” Beta continued, “we found much to admire in the Magisterians’ customs. But from the moment we arrived at the Guest House…”
He glanced at Sala, standing off to the side with that same kind, compassionate smile on her face, and I saw her eyes soften even further.
“The Guest House,” she explained, “is the space station where girls like me are on offer for important visitors to Magisteria. It’s where I met Beta—and, of course, where I met Alpha, too.”
“They… they caned you there?” I whispered, as a shiver went through my whole body.
Sala’s expression changed to something halfway between a grimace and an amused grin.
“Oh, yes. Often.”
I felt my breathing speed up as I turned to look at Beta, looming over me with the horrible thing in his hands, held so delicately it might have been a rose he meant to give me. In his eyes I saw what I could only call frank appreciation of the merits of the vicious punishment of misbehaving girls.
“The Magisterian use of the cane,” he continued, “quickly proved an especially effective and admirable way for dominant beings like us to teach human women the importance of submission. I have always found that it delivers a very specific kind of lesson—one that burns into the flesh and the memory alike.”
A sob escaped my throat. I was already crying, and he hadn’t even started.
Beta moved closer, crouching slightly so his face was level with mine. His blue eyes held my own with an intensity that made it impossible to look away.
“You’re going to join a long history now, Jendra,” he said softly. “A long history of young women who have learned about their needs from the cane’s special, fiery kind of education. Women who thought they could deny what they were, who tried to fight against their own natures. Women who needed someone strong enough to show them the truth.”
“Please,” I whispered, though I had no idea what I meant to ask of my new master. Mercy? Or perhaps just for him to begin, to end this terrible anticipation?
“I’m going to cane you thoroughly,” Beta said, standing and moving behind me again. “I will mark your entire backside, from waist to knees, so that you have something very visible to remind you, and others who happen to see that part of you, that you had to learn a very difficult lesson in proper behavior. Every stroke will teach you something about yourself, both as I deliver it and as you see it in the days to come, reflected in the mirrors in the bathroom—or the ones in the bedroom. About what you need. About who you belong to now.”
I felt a deep crease develop in my forehead.The ones in the bedroom.I had never even considered that a man might have mirrors in his bedroom, the better… the better to watch himself…
The better to watch himself fuck. The obscenities unrolled in my head, in both dirty words and dirty pictures, and I couldn’t stop them.Watch himself fuck a girl’s shaven cunt, his huge, hard cock plunging in and out of her no-longer-virgin vagina.
Fuck her whipped bottom, in the tiny, wrinkly hole between the red-striped cheeks.
Fuck her whimpering little mouth.
I could feel exactly where, in the depths of my mind, the filthy images, accompanied by the crude words as if in subtitles, arose; from where they then flowed into my consciousness in a lewd, feverish torrent. Before a few days ago I would never have admitted that place inside me existed, but since then the undeniable evidence of its presence had emerged from the voidin the person of a horrible, massively endowed, energy being turned human.
Omega: Omega was precisely the kind of creature who would look at himself in the mirror as he fucked a girl, and then tell that girl… the girl he had whipped, and then taken to the bedroom to have all her holes fucked with his huge penis… he would command her to look at the mirror just as he did, and see what she looked like when a real man used her body for his enjoyment.
But… Beta was my master, now.
And the bedroom Beta meant, the one where he would take me, it seemed, after he whipped me… apparentlythatbedroom had mirrors, like the one that had just come to distressing life in my imagination. I had to choke down a sob as I wondered whether Beta would watch himself fuck… whether he would order me to watch myself being fucked… whether he would say,Look at that whipped bottom of yours take the cock, you little whore. This is how you need to learn your lesson.
As if from kilometers away I heard him take his position, heard the whistle of the cane as he practiced his swing through the air. The sound alone made me whimper.
“Count each stroke,” he instructed. “And thank me for it.”
The first stroke landed across the center of my bottom, and I screamed. The pain was unlike anything I’d experienced—sharp, burning, intensifying even after the cane had left my flesh. It felt like a line of fire had been drawn across my skin.
“One!” I gasped through my sobs. “Thank you, Master!”
The second stroke landed just below the first, parallel to it, and I screamed again. My hands clenched into fists against the restraints.
“Two! Thank you, Master!”
