Alisa
I tense up when I realise what he’s going to do. It’s not like I don’t want it – I just begged him for it – but I remember Mistress Katrina’s warnings about the first time hurting.
Those lectures were mostly for the girls she thought might be destined to become concubines, but even though she thought I wasn’t good enough to be anything, she made me sit in, so I could learn.
“Don’t worry,” Mistress Katrina always said. “It stops hurting after a while. Then it’s just a… chore. But treat your benefactor well, and he may treat you kindly in return.” She turned her cold eyes to me. “Of course not you, Alisa. You will be lucky if you’re an Omega's bootlicker.”
The whole class sniggered, and Tanya cast smug looks my way. “Still too good for her,” she said. “They’ll use her in their org
