You’re a monster, I thought back at him.You want to destroy me. To take away my… my will… my freedom… my identity.
Perhaps,the monster replied. But at least I’m honest about what I am. Can you say the same?
I didn’t want to let the thought gain traction. I lay there in Beta’s arms, feeling the evidence of his dominance—the ache in my bottom from the cane, the soreness in my pussy and anus from his cock, the lingering warmth of his seed inside me. All ofit should have been enough. All of it should have satisfied the hunger that had driven me to summon Omega.
But it hadn’t. Not quite.
You know where the laboratory is, he whispered in my mind, the monster inside me.You know the way. And you know how to free me.Dr. Nagalan’s knowledge is in your mind now—you absorbed it when he explained the process, didn’t you, you clever little cunt?All you have to do is reverse the gravitium field, and I’ll be free.
And then what?I demanded silently.You take over the galaxy? You enslave everyone? You turn me into nothing but a receptacle for your cruelty?
For a moment, I received no reply. Then the answer arose in my head.
No, little cunt. Then we leave. Just as I promised before Beta interrupted us. A ship. A planet. Just you and me, exploring the universe together while you serve me. No more Federation. No more Hippolyta. No more pretending to be something you’re not.
The ‘offer,’ if it could be called that, was insane. Accepting it would represent the ultimate betrayal—not just of Beta, but of everyone who had tried to help me. Alpha. Dr. Nagalan. Sala. They had all worked to save me from Omega’s influence, and here I was considering running back to him like a disobedient pet returning to an abusive master.
But the pull felt so strong. The bond inside me thrummed with need, with dark promise, with the certainty that only Omega could truly understand the depths of my submission.
I feel you thinking about it, Omega said with satisfaction.Good girl. Now stop thinking and start moving.
I told myself I wouldn’t do it. I told myself I would stay here in Beta’s arms, safe and claimed and properly disciplined. I told myself that what I felt for Omega was just the entanglement, just the quantum bond playing tricks on my psychology.
But my body had already begun to move.
Slowly, carefully, I extracted myself from Beta’s embrace. He murmured something in his sleep but didn’t wake. I slid off the bed, my punished flesh protesting the movement, and stood naked in the dim light of the bedroom.
For a long moment, I stared down at Beta’s sleeping form. He looked peaceful. Trusting. He believed he had saved me, that his discipline and dominance had given me what I needed.
He was wrong, Omega’s voice whispered.And deep down, you always knew he would be.
I turned away before I could change my mind and walked toward the door.
The suite was quiet as I moved through it, my bare feet silent on the cool floors. I found my way to the entrance, half-expecting alarms to sound or guards to stop me. But nothing happened. Why would it? I was Beta’s concubine, formally bonded. Where would I go?
The corridors outside were empty at this hour. I followed the path Sala had taken earlier, retracing our steps toward the transit station. The bond with Omega guided me, pulling me forward like an invisible thread.
That’s it, he encouraged.Good girl. My perfect, naughty little cunt, coming back to her true master. My cock is going to make you forget that pretender’s.
I reached the platform and waited for the next train. When it arrived, I boarded without hesitation, standing among the few late-night travelers—a handful of uniformed men and one naked concubine who looked at me with knowing eyes before quickly looking away.
Unable to risk sitting down for fear of crying out at the pain it would entail, I kept my own eyes on my feet except for a few brief glances. At one point I watched one of the men notice my marked backside with a brief rise of his eyebrows. I felt heat rush to my cheeks, and I expected the man to elbow the officer next to him, but instead his face returned to careful neutrality. Obviously a whipped bottom like mine represented a not-uncommon sight. I took a little bit of much-needed confidence from that.
The train carried me through the underground tunnels of Magisteria, past stops whose names I didn’t remember but which I knew I had passed with Sala. Finally the automated voice announced the Research Complex station, where I knew Dr. Nagalan’s laboratory lay. I stepped off and made my way through the sterile corridors, following a map in my mind that I felt sure Omega had somehow placed there.
The sliding outer doors to the laboratory opened at my approach—either the Magisterians didn’t feel the need for special security, or perhaps biometric sensors had recognized me from earlier. Inside, the space was dimly lit, most of the equipment powered down for the night. A single scientist sat at a monitoring station, but his attention was focused on his displays.
I moved silently past him, deeper into the laboratory, until I found what I was looking for.
Omega’s suspended form lay on the gurney where they’d left him, spot-lit by a standing lamp that made the darkness of his enormous, muscular form even starker. More frightening. More, powers help me, irresistible.
Even unconscious, even trapped between dimensions, he radiated power. His massive black body seemed to absorb what little light reached him.
Now, he commanded.Free me.
Wait.A different voice… the belated voice of reason.Is it even… is the thing talking to you, inside your mind… is that evenhim?
But I had already approached the control panel that Dr. Nagalan had used. The knowledge was there in my mind, clear as day—how to reverse the gravitium field, how to release Omega from his prison. My hands moved over the controls with confidence I shouldn’t have possessed.
