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His crude words should have offended me, should have sparked some remnant of defiance. Instead they made my fingers even more frantic, my hips buck even harder. As if sensing the effect his voice had on me, Gamma continued to murmur softly to me, speaking in that low tone of what seemed mysteries I longed to know.

“Sweet Tessara,” he said, his fingers gentler in my hair, “let me tell you about the cosmic significance the Collective discovered in what we call ‘sex with power.’”

I whimpered around his thick shaft, arousal pulsing through me at his words. The governor between my legs tingled insistently, the slight curbing of my arousal somehow heightening every sensation.

“At the most fundamental level,” Gamma continued, “the universe is governed by the interplay of forces. Gravity, electromagnetism, the strong and weak nuclear forces—all of these shape reality as we know it.”

His hips rolled slightly, pushing his cock deeper into my eager mouth. I tried to make my mouth soft and welcoming for his thrusting hardness.

“But there are subtler forces at work too,” he said. “The exchange of energy between particles, the push and pull of quantum fluctuations. And in all of this, we found echoes of the dynamic between dominant and submissive.”

I moaned softly, my fingers working frantically between my legs as I tried to process his words. The idea that my submission could be connected to something so vast and cosmic made my head spin.

“Just as an electron orbits a nucleus, held in place by electromagnetic attraction,” Gamma explained, his voice growing husky with arousal, “so too does a submissive orbit her master, bound by the gravitational pull of his will.”

His words sent shivers down my spine. I redoubled my efforts, determined to please him, to show him how willingly I submitted to his cosmic force.

“And when a master takes his submissive,” Gamma continued, his grip tightening in my hair, “when he claims her most intimate places and uses her for his pleasure, it’s like the collision of galaxies—a cataclysmic event that reshapes both of them.”

I whimpered at the thought, imagining Gamma’s massive cock reshaping me from the inside out. My inner walls clenched around emptiness, desperate to be filled.

“The brutal fucking of a submissive woman’s ass by her loving master,” Gamma growled, his words sending jolts of electricity straight to my core, “is a microcosm of the universe itself. The reciprocal movement, the exchange of energy, the merging of two bodies into one perfect whole.”

I was trembling now, overwhelmed by the intensity of his words and the pleasure building within me. The governor seemed to pulse rhythmically, matching the desperate clenching of my inner muscles.

“That’s why the Collective was so fascinated by human sexuality,” Gamma said, his voice thick with need. “In your bodies, in your submission and dominance, we saw reflected the very forces that shape reality itself.”

As Gamma spoke and I worshiped his cock and balls with my mouth, I felt him turn the governor up even higher. Suddenly it was as if I had been launched into the cosmos he described. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, each orgasm more intense than the last. I lost all sense of time and place, aware only of Gamma’s massive cock in my mouth and the exquisite sensations radiating from my core.

Through the haze of ecstasy, I heard Gamma’s voice grow husky with his own pleasure. “My purpose in the universe,” he said, “both as part of the Collective and as a human, is to learn, and to teach.”

I looked up at him through tear-blurred eyes, overwhelmed by the love and intensity I saw in his alien blue gaze. “Please… sir,” I whispered, kissing his huge cock reverently between each word. “Please… teach… me.”

Gamma’s hand tightened in my hair. “Take my cock in your mouth,” he commanded. “I’m going to come down your throat, and you’re going to swallow every drop like the good little cocksucker you are.”

I opened my mouth wide, relaxing my throat as he pushed his enormous length past my lips. As the head of his cock hit theback of my throat, I felt him swell and pulse. Hot jets of his alien seed flooded my mouth, the taste sweet and slightly electric on my tongue. I swallowed eagerly, desperate to please him.

“Good girl,” my master murmured. “Oh, such a good girl.”

CHAPTER 24

Tessara

The next morning, they—Gamma, Alpha, and Sala—delivered me to Dr. Porter’s Academy for Young Ladies. As we approached the grand manor house that housed the school, my stomach tied itself into knots. The imposing stone facade loomed before us, its many windows like watchful eyes. I tugged nervously at the hem of my new blue dress, still unused to the feel of such fine fabric against my skin, let alone the sensation of the proper underwear beneath it.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I’ve never been to school before. What if I can’t keep up? What if I disappoint everyone?”

Sala’s gentle hand came to rest on my shoulder, her touch instantly soothing. “Breathe, Tessara,” she said, her voice quiet and reassuring. “Dr. Porter has a reputation as a kind headmaster. Strict, yes, but fair. He understands that some of his pupils come from… unconventional backgrounds.”

I nodded, trying to draw strength from her words. But as we climbed the wide stone steps to the entrance, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was woefully unprepared for what lay ahead.

Alpha’s deep voice cut through my anxious thoughts. “Don’t mistake the doctor’s kindness for leniency, though,” he warned. “Prosperian school discipline follows the model of the traditional schools of old Earth. You must expect to be whipped for any misconduct, Tessara.”

I felt the blood drain from my face at his words. “Wh-whipped?” I stammered, images of the brutal punishments I’d endured aboard theConqueror of Breslaflashing through my mind.

“It’s not like what you experienced before,” Gamma assured me quickly, his large hand coming to rest on the small of my back. “Prosperian discipline is meant to correct and teach, not to break your spirit.”

Before I could respond, the heavy oak door swung open, revealing a stern-faced woman in a high-necked black dress. Her gray hair was pulled back into a severe bun, and her sharp eyes seemed to take in every detail of my appearance at once.

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