CHAPTER 19
Jendra
I couldn’t speak. Could only stare up at him through my tears as my body trembled in this obscene position.
“Your pussy is very beautiful,” Beta continued, and I felt heat flood my face at the frank assessment. “I’m very much looking forward to enjoying it with my cock. To feeling your virgin sheath stretch around me. To teaching you what it means to be properly fucked by your master.”
I clenched hard at his words, and I knew he could see it. Could see exactly how my body responded to the promise of what was to come. I remembered Omega saying almost the same words, when he had bound me to the horrible frame and told me I would have to wait for my defloration. It felt so different to hear the promise to fuck me from Beta, but in that moment I couldn’t have said why, or how.
Then my new master—my chosen master—spoke again.
“I know how badly you need it,” he said, his voice gentler now. “How desperately your body craves to be filled. To be used. To be claimed completely. That need is natural, Jendra. There’s no shame in wanting to be fucked.”
Tears streamed down my temples as I listened, my hands gripping my knees so tightly my fingers ached. It took a moment, but then a great deal became much clearer to me.
I had created Omega. Out of that shame—out of an attempt to rid myself of those needs that I had pretended was an innocent exploration. Instead of exploring, and then leaving those mortifying desires behind, I had given them a monstrous form: Omega. I had begun to believe him when he told me that submission to his brutal sexual domination represented my destiny—what I deserved.
Then Beta had rescued me. He had dominated me, but he had also given me a new choice. I had chosento submit to him.
“You do need fucking very, very badly,” he continued, his expression growing more serious. “But a girl like you must also learn to recognize that her cunt can lead her astray. That the needs of your pussy, when not properly guided and disciplined, can make you do dangerous things. Reckless things.”
I felt my eyes go wide as I realized that Beta’s words traced exactly the same line of reasoning as my own thoughts. Omega, born of my pussy’s wayward needs. The summoning. Everything that had followed.
“You created a monster because you hadn’t learned to control these urges,” Beta said, each word sinking deep into my mind. “You nearly destroyed yourself, and you put the entire galaxy atrisk, all because your cunt demanded satisfaction and you didn’t know how to channel that need properly.”
“I’m sorry,” I sobbed. He spoke so coarsely, so brutally, but I could feel my body responding. The part of me that had been so desperate that it had created Omega resonated with each terrible utterance, raising a strange hope that my new master would be very, very strict with me. That only his harshness could tame the wildness inside my body. “Master, I’m so sorry…”
“I know you are,” he said, and his voice softened again. “And now you’re going to learn. You’re going to learn that your master will whip your cunt when he deems it necessary. When you need to be reminded that this part of you belongs to him. That your pleasure, your needs, your very desires are under his control.”
He raised the paddle slightly, and I whimpered at the sight.
“I need you to accept this fully, Jendra,” Beta said, his eyes holding mine with that same intense focus. “I need you to consent again to having your vulva whipped, now, when your legs are spread and the paddle is right above your naughty cunny. And not just on this occasion, but whenever I decide you need it. Can you do that?”
The question hung in the air between us. This was different from the ceremony, from the vows, and even from when I’d asked for the punishment a few minutes ago. This was about something even deeper—about truly surrendering control of my most intimate self.
“I…” My voice broke. “I accept it, Master. I accept that… that you’ll whip my vulva when you think I need it. I consent.”
The words came out between sobs, but I meant them. Powers help me, I meant them.
“Good girl,” Beta said, and warmth bloomed in my chest despite everything.
Sala moved closer, her hands settling on my shoulders. “I’m here,” she whispered. “Hold on to me if you need to.”
Beta raised the paddle, positioning himself carefully. I could see his face over my exposed pussy, could see the concentration in his expression as he prepared to deliver the punishment.
The first lash landed with a sharp crack that seemed to echo through the entire room.
The pain was indescribable. It wasn’t like the cane—that had felt like sharp, burning lines. This was different. This was a deep, thudding ache that seemed to explode through that entire, perplexing, misbehaving part of my body, from waist to knees. My outer lips absorbed the impact, and the sensation radiated inward, making every nerve ending scream.
I shrieked, my body trying to curl up, but Sala’s hands held me firmly. My legs wanted to close, to protect myself, but somehow I kept them spread. Kept myself displayed for him even as I bucked against the bench as if I rode some ghostly saddle of fire.
“One,” Beta said calmly, as if he hadn’t just delivered the most intense pain I’d ever felt in the most sensitive place on my body.
I couldn’t speak. Could only sob and gasp, my chest heaving as I struggled to process what had just happened.
“You’re doing well,” Sala murmured, her hands gentle but firm on my shoulders. “Just two more, darling. You can do this.”
The second strike landed before I was ready, catching my swollen lips with the same precise aim. The pain built on the first, intensifying it, and I heard myself wail. My pussy feltlike my master had set it ablaze, the agony searing—but also throbbing with an ache that seemed to pulse through my entire lower body.
