“I’m going to wait to fuck you because you’re not ready yet,” he said in that terrifying, matter-of-fact voice. “Your body needs time to understand its new reality. To absorb the knowledge of what’s coming. Of how you can’t stop it. Of how you’re going to have a huge cock in your little cunt, opening you for your master’s pleasure, whether you like it or not, and after that you’ll be nothing but a fuck toy.”

He moved to where I could see him, pulling over a stool to sit in front of me. His enormous cock was already rigid, jutting obscenely from his lap.

Then his hand disappeared behind me, and I felt his fingers touch my newly bare pussy. He traced my folds, circled my clitoris, pressed against the entrance to my virgin sheath. Not entering, just teasing, reminding me of what awaited.

“Please,” I whispered, though I had no idea what I was begging for.

“Not yet,” he said.

Time became meaningless. He played with me endlessly, his fingers bringing me to the edge of climax again and again but never letting me fall over. He explored my pussy thoroughly, learning every sensitive spot, every place that made me gasp or whimper.

And then he moved to my anus.

“No,” I breathed as his finger circled that forbidden opening. “Not there. Please, Master… not there?”

I remembered how intimate it had seemed, how loving in that strange way, when Alpha had taken Sala anally in front of an audience. How abject Sala’s submission had seemed, and how I had wondered how it would feel to serve a man that way.

“Everywhere,” he corrected. “I own every hole, every opening, every part of you.”

His finger pressed against my anus, and I felt it begin to yield. The sensation was uncomfortable, foreign, but also intensely arousing. He worked it slowly, letting my body adjust, until his finger was buried to the first knuckle.

“This will be your punishment hole,” he said conversationally, as if he weren’t violating me in the most degrading way possible. “When you displease me, I’ll fuck your bottom. When you’re especially naughty, I’ll make you beg for it.”

I whimpered as he withdrew his finger, only to return with what felt like two. The stretch, even more intense, made me struggle against my restraints.

He continued this torture for what felt like hours—playing with my pussy, fingering my anus, bringing me to the edge of climax only to deny me. My body trembled with need, sweat beading on my skin despite the cool air.

Finally, mercifully, he stopped. He stood and moved behind me.

“Master?” I asked, fearfully, my heart pounding in my chest. “What are you doing?”

But I knew. I felt Omega’s right hand come down on my hip, and then I felt it. I felt the enormous head of his cock press against the entrance to my untried vagina.

“Now,” he said. “Beg me to take your virginity.”

“No,” I sobbed. “I can’t.”

“You can. You will.” He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my furrow, coating himself in my shameful wetness. “Beg your master to fuck your virgin cunt. Beg me to make you mine.”

The pressure of his cock against the place where I needed… something… something more… It was maddening. My body wanted it, craved it, even as my mind recoiled.

“Please,” I finally whispered.

“Please what?”

“Please…” I sobbed. “Please fuck me, Master. Please take my virginity. Please make me yours.”

“Good girl,” Omega growled. I felt him position himself, felt the head of his cock begin to stretch me open. “Now scream for your master.”