My knees felt wobbly and unreliable as I descended the stairs to the basement. I had no idea how I had gotten through the day: everything but the thought of Omega had become a blur. Part of me kept saying, Go to Ms. Opalin… Ms. Haspor… the public safety officer.
The rest of me replied, You’re in so much trouble already: that would only make it worse. You’re in charge of this thing: you’ll find a way to send it back where it came from—until then, you need to keep it secret.
With every step, though, the folly of returning to Omega seemed greater. And yet I couldn’t stop my feet from their forward motion, as unsteady as each footfall felt.
At last I reached the bottom of the stairs and pushed open the heavy door to the reactor room. The familiar hum of the fusion core filled my ears, but everything else about the space felt alien now, transformed by what had happened here the night before.
Omega stood waiting, his obsidian skin seeming to absorb the ambient light. His black eyes fixed on me the moment I entered, and I felt my breath catch.
“Here you are,” he said, though there was no surprise in his voice. “My fuck toy. My piece of ass.” He seemed to relish the obscene phrases, as if delighted to have discovered them in the dark depths of my mind. “I was wondering whether I would have to compel you to bring your little cunt down here for fucking.”
“I…” My voice came out barely above a whisper. My heart rate was going at breakneck speed. “I need to send you back.”
He laughed, the sound resonating through my chest. “Is that what you tell yourself? That you’re here to banish me?” He took a step closer. “Strip.”
“Please, I just want to—”
“Strip. Now. Or would you prefer I tear your clothing off again?”
My hands moved to the hem of my tunic before I could stop them. I pulled it over my head with trembling fingers, then unfastened my bra. My pants and panties followed, pooling at my feet until I stood naked before him once more. Surely he had reached into my mind and made me do it. Surely.
“Hands on your head,” Omega commanded.
I raised my arms, lacing my fingers behind my head, repeating to myself over and over that of course Omega had taken control. I let out a little whimper as I felt how the position lifted my breasts and made me seem even more exposed than simple nudity would.
He circled me slowly, and I felt his gaze like a physical touch on my skin. When he stopped in front of me, his massive hand reached out to cup my left breast, his thumb brushing across my nipple. I gasped at the sensation.
“Sensitive,” he murmured. His other hand moved to my right breast, squeezing, testing the weight and softness. “These will be very responsive to discipline.”
I bit my lip until I tasted blood. I don’t want this. He’s… he’s making me. I have no choice.
My massive black captor moved behind me, and I heard him make a satisfied sound deep in his throat. “Your bottom is still pink from last night. Good.”
His palm fondled one cheek, then the other. Then both hands took hold and squeezed hard, so that I yelped and tried to step forward, only to be stopped by his left arm, flashing around my waist to restrain me.
“No, fuck toy. Never try to get away from your master. Clearly we’ll need to get this bottom a good deal redder soon. Maybe I’ll whip you after I fuck you, to teach you that pleasure has a price for a dirty girl like you.”
Then his hand slipped between my legs from behind, forcing my thighs apart and cupping my pussy. I jerked at the contact, but his other hand on my hip held me in place.
“Oh, this is very wet, isn’t it?” he said. “You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you? Touching yourself, imagining what I’m going to do to you.”
I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t deny it.
His fingers explored my folds, spreading my labia, finding my clitoris and circling it with maddening pressure. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.
“So innocent,” he murmured, his finger pressing against my entrance but not penetrating. “For now. For the next few minutes, at any rate.”
He withdrew his hand and moved in front of me again. “On your knees. Spread them wide. Face to the floor.”
I sank down, my knees spreading on the cold concrete, then lowered my torso until my cheek pressed against the floor. The position left me completely exposed, my bottom raised, everything visible to him.
“Perfect,” Omega said. “Hold very still.”
I felt his hand on my inner thigh, then a strange warmth between my legs. It took me a moment to realize, with a jolt of shock, what was happening—he was somehow using his fingers as a heat razor, just like the Magisterian device Ms. Haspor had told us about.
“No,” I whimpered. “Please don’t—”
“You want to be bare for me,” he said, his voice carrying that terrible compulsion. “You want me to see every part of your little cunt.”
The warmth moved across my mound, and I felt the soft curls there falling away. He worked methodically, removing every trace of hair from my pussy, then moving to the sensitive skin of my labia. The sensation was mortifying—not painful, but intimate beyond anything I had ever experienced.
When he finished with my pussy, his hand moved to the cleft of my bottom. I tensed as the warmth traveled along that most private place, removing the fine hair there as well.
“There,” he said with satisfaction. “Now you look like a proper piece of ass. Smooth and ready for your master’s use.”
I wanted to cry. Wanted to run. But I also felt my pussy clench with shameful arousal at his words.
“Stay there,” Omega commanded. “I’m going to make something special for you.”
I heard strange sounds—the hum from the reactor changed in pitch, and then there was a tearing sound, and finally a kind of metallic ring. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something appear out of thin air.
He can synthesize matter, I realized, my eyes going wide. As if it were nothing to give energy physical form.
When he finally told me to stand, I saw what he had created. A metal frame stood in the center of the room, about waist height. It had padded supports positioned to hold someone bent over it, with restraints at strategic points.
“I think I’ll call it a fucking stand,” Omega said with dark amusement. “Designed specifically for deflowering a virgin cunt as pleasurably as possible. Come here.”
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My feet moved without my permission, carrying me to the device. I shuddered as with his enormous hands Omega positioned me roughly but also very precisely, bending me over the central support until my torso rested on the padding. My bottom was raised high, my legs spread wide by the frame’s design. He secured my wrists to the front supports, then my ankles to the rear ones. He fastened a webbing belt across my waist.
I was completely immobilized, completely exposed. My bare pussy and anus were presented at the perfect height for my terrifying master to use.
“Beautiful,” Omega said, running his hand down my spine, then casually taking hold of my whole pussy and squeezing until I cried out, my hips bucking against the strap that held me down. “Now we wait.”
“Wait?” I gasped.
His hand left my pussy, then came down hard and without warning on my right bottom cheek and then my left. I yelped at each swat, tears pricking the corners of my eyes.
“Master,” Omega said, his voice cruel. “Wait, Master. Say it.”
“Oh, powers…” I whimpered. “Please…”
He spanked me again, once on each cheek, so hard that I let out a scream of agony, sure that my backside would show bruises before long.
“Master… Master…” I sobbed. “Master, please… why… why are we going to wait, Master?”
“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.”