Tulla Varus

Every head in the classroom turned toward the front row, where a girl sat trembling like a leaf in a storm.

She was small, Cassia noticed. Smaller than most omegas her age, with mousy brown hair and wide, terrified eyes. Her toga was plain, unadorned, the kind worn by students on scholarship or from families of modest means. Her hands shook visibly in her lap, and her lips moved soundlessly, perhaps in prayer, perhaps in useless resistance.

An omega. A Unus. And, from the way her entire body seemed to shrink beneath Decima's attention, an omega already close to breaking.

"What is your name, child?" Decima asked, her voice almost gentle.

The girl flinched. "T-Tulla, Senator. Tulla Varus."

"Tulla Varus." Decima tasted the name like wine. "From the Varus family of the eastern agricultural provinces, I believe. Your parents are farmers. Good, honest people who work the land and owe more to the grain tithe than they can pay."

Tulla nodded, her eyes glistening.

"Your parents approached the Academy three months ago," Decima continued, still in that deceptively gentle tone. "They offered your will in exchange for your tuition and a sum to settle their debts. The Academy accepted, and your contract was sold to me."

A whimper escaped Tulla's throat. "I... I didn't know. They told me I was here on scholarship. They said-"

"They lied." Decima shrugged, utterly indifferent to the devastation on the girl's face. "Parents lie. It is what they do. They tell their children they are special, that they matter, that their wills belong to them. But the truth, Tulla Varus, is that your will has belonged to me since the moment your parents signed the contract."

Cassia's blood turned to ice.

She looked at Tulla's trembling form, at the tears spilling down her cheeks, at the horror and betrayal contorting her young face.

That could have been me, she realized. If my mother were poorer. If my family were less principled. If the Senate had not given Demetria the power to refuse such arrangements.

"It is legal," Decima said, addressing the room now rather than Tulla. "It is common. And it is the foundation upon which our Republic stands. The strong purchase the wills of the weak. The weak serve until their contracts expire, or, in many cases, until they are purchased again, and again, until the concept of freedom becomes a distant, childish dream."

She stepped down from the dais and walked toward Tulla, her toga swirling around her long legs.

"Tulla Varus, you are mine. Your body belongs to me. Your pleasure belongs to me. Your will-" she reached out and cupped the girl's chin, tilting her tear-streaked face upward, "-belongs to me. The only question is whether you will accept that fact gracefully, or whether you will make me take it from you."

Tulla sobbed. "Please. Please, Senator, I don't want to be a beta. I want to be an alpha. I want—"

"What you want," Decima interrupted, "is irrelevant. What you need is to understand your place in the natural order." She released the girl's chin and stepped back. "Stand up."

Tulla didn't move.

"Stand. Up."

The words carried a weight that had nothing to do with volume. Cassia felt them in her chest, felt her own body trying to obey, felt her legs tense with the urge to rise. In fact, some of the other students did rise out of their seats, before sheepishly sitting back down, remembering themselves.

Tulla rose on shaking legs. Her face was pale, her eyes glassy with unshed tears.

Decima circled her slowly, like a shark scenting blood. "You are an omega, Tulla Varus. You hold only your own will, and that will is weak. Untrained. Soft from a childhood of parental indulgence and agricultural labor that built your body but not your mind." She stopped behind the girl, close enough that her breath stirred the mousy brown hair. "You have desires too, do you not? You have felt them stirring. The need to submit. The hunger to obey. The secret, shameful fantasy of being conquered."

Tulla shook her head frantically. "No. No, I don't- I've never-"

"Liar." Decima's hand came down on the girl's shoulder, and Tulla flinched as if struck. "I can smell your arousal from here. Your cunt is wet, isn't it? Your cock is hard. Your body knows what it wants even if your mind refuses to admit it."

A choked sound escaped Tulla's throat. Denial. Confession. Cassia could not tell which.

"Tell the class," Decima commanded. "Tell them how your body responds to my presence. How your pulse quickens when I look at you. How your thighs press together when I speak."

"I... I don't..." Tulla's voice cracked. "Please, I can't-"

"You can, and you will." Decima moved to stand in front of the girl, facing her directly. "Or, I will place your parents in chains for breaking our agreed upon contract."

The threat landed like a hammer blow. Tulla's resistance crumbled visibly.

"Yes," she whispered. "Yes, Senator. My body... my body responds to you. I feel... I feel aroused. I feel..." She swallowed hard. "I feel hungry."

Cassia's stomach clenched. She recognized that hunger. She felt it now, echoing in her own treacherous flesh, in the heat building between her thighs, in the thickness of her cock pressing against her undergarments.

No, she told herself fiercely. I am not her. I will not break.

Decima smiled, and it was the most terrifying expression Cassia had ever seen. "Good girl. Honesty is the first step toward submission. You cannot serve me properly if you are lying to yourself about what you want."

She reached out and undid the clasp of Tulla's toga. The garment fell away, pooling at the girl's feet, leaving her naked before the class.

Tulla gasped and tried to cover herself, but Decima caught her wrists and pulled them away.

"No. You will not hide. You will stand here, exposed, and let your classmates see what an omega looks like when she is about to receive the greatest gift I can give her." The senator's voice was soft, almost tender. "Freedom from choice. Freedom from will. Freedom from the exhausting burden of deciding for yourself."

Tulla's body was unremarkable, slender, pale, with small breasts and a neatly trimmed nest of brown hair between her thighs. Her cock, an Unus six inches, stood partially erect. Her cunt, just visible below her balls, glistened with unmistakable moisture.

She really is aroused, Cassia realized with horror. Her body wants this.

But then, didn't all omegas want this, on some level? Wasn't that the whole point of the Republic's hierarchy? Alphas dominated because betas craved submission. The strong ruled because the weak needed to be ruled. It was natural. Inevitable. The order of things.

No, Cassia thought, clinging to her mother's teachings like a lifeline. It is not natural. It is enforced. Betas are conditioned to want submission because they are raised in a society that denies them any other option.

But even as she thought it, she felt her own cunt pulse with need, felt her own cock throb with the desire to be touched, dominated, claimed.

Decima circled behind Tulla again, and now her hands came up to rest on the girl's hips. "You are going to cede your will to me, Tulla Varus. Not today, perhaps. Not this moment. But by the time I am finished with you, you will beg me to take it. You will thank me for the privilege of becoming my beta."

She leaned in, her lips brushing the girl's ear. "Do you know why?"

Tulla shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Because submission is not a weakness. It is a release. The weight of will is heavy, child. The burden of choice is exhausting. How much easier to simply... let go. To trust. To surrender." Decima's hands slid upward, cupping Tulla's small breasts, thumbs circling her nipples. "To become soft and full and happy, with no decisions to make and no future to fear."

Tulla moaned. Against her will, against her tears, her body arched into Decima's touch.

"That's it," Decima murmured. "Feel it. Feel the hunger. The need. The ****, aching want at the center of you. That is your latent beta side crying out to be fed. And I am going to feed it, Tulla Varus. I am going to fill you so full of pleasure that you forget your own name."

The senator's hands moved lower, tracing the contours of Tulla's hips, her thighs, the curve of her ass. One hand slipped between the girl's legs, fingers parting her slick folds, and Tulla cried out, her knees buckling.

Decima caught her, holding her upright with casual strength. "Shh. Shh. Don't fight it. Don't think. Just feel."

Cassia watched, transfixed and horrified, as Decima Aurelius systematically dismantled Tulla Varus.

Tulla was not being ****, not in any physical sense. Her body responded eagerly to every touch, every caress, every whispered command. Her hips rocked against Decima's fingers. Her breath came in short, **** gasps. Her cock, fully erect now, leaked precum down her shaft.

She was being seduced. Broken down with pleasure rather than pain. And somewhere beneath the tears and the trembling, Cassia could see the girl's resistance fading, replaced by something else. Something hungry. Something willing.

"Do you want to serve me, Tulla?" Decima whispered, her fingers still working between the girl's thighs.

"Yes," Tulla sobbed. "Yes, Senator, I want-I want-"

"What do you want? Tell me. Use your words."

"I want to serve you. I want to be yours. I want..." Tulla's voice broke. "I want to cede my will."

The words hung in the air like a **** sentence.

Decima smiled. "Not yet. You are not ready yet. Your surrender must be complete. Absolute. You must mean it, Tulla Varus. Not because I asked, not because you are afraid, but because you truly, deeply need to belong to me."

She withdrew her hand, and Tulla whimpered at the loss.

Then Decima stepped back and unfastened her own toga.

The garment fell away, and Cassia forgot how to breathe.

Decima Aurelius was, by any measure, a work of art. Her body was lean and muscular, every contour defined, every line purposeful. Her breasts were full and firm, her waist narrow, her hips flared. And between her legs-

Cassia had seen her mother Demetria naked. Had felt the weight of that ten-inch cock inside her, had been stretched and filled by her sire mother's formidable length. But Decima was something else entirely.

Eleven inches of thick, veined cock, curving slightly upward, crowned by a flared head that gleamed with precum. Below it, heavy balls hung low, large and seed-filled, completely obscuring her cunt. She was magnificent. Terrifying. Everything an alpha should be.

"I am going to fuck you now, Tulla Varus," Decima said, her voice calm and conversational. "I am going to fill you with my cock and pump my seed into your womb. And while I do, I am going to whisper in your ear. I am going to tell you what it feels like to be owned. To be claimed. To be taken."

Tulla stared at the senator's cock with wide, glazed eyes. Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.

"Please," she whispered.

Decima lifted her onto the dais, positioning the girl on her hands and knees. The class watched in stunned silence as the senator knelt behind Tulla, aligning her massive shaft with the omega's slick, waiting cunt.

"Last chance," Decima murmured. "You can still resist. You can fight me. You can prove that your will is stronger than your body's hunger."

Tulla trembled. For a moment, something flickered in her eyes, the ghost of resistance, the memory of who she had been before this moment.

Then it died.

"Take me," she said. "Please. Take me. Make me yours."

Decima thrust forward, burying her entire length in a single, fluid motion.

Tulla screamed, not in pain, but in something that sounded almost like relief. Her body arched, her back bowing, her hands clawing at the dais as Decima began to move. The senator fucked her with mechanical precision, each stroke measured, each thrust designed to hit exactly the right spot.

And all the while, she whispered.

"You are mine now, Tulla Varus. Your cunt is mine. Your cock is mine. Your pleasure is mine. Every sigh, every moan, every drop of wetness between your thighs belongs to me."

"Yes," Tulla gasped. "Yes, yes, yes-"

"You will serve me. You will kneel when I enter a room. You will speak only when spoken to. You will spread your legs whenever I command, and you will thank me for the privilege of being filled."

"Thank you," Tulla sobbed. "Thank you, Senator-"

"Your will is draining away, can you feel it? Slipping out of you with every thrust. Sinking into me. Becoming mine."

Cassia watched, unable to look away, as Tulla's body began to change.

It was subtle at first. The softening of her muscles. The rounding of her curves. The gradual deflation of her cock, shrinking from six inches to four, to two, barely more than a clitoris. Her balls shrunk, drawing up into her body, leaving her cunt exposed and ****.

Tulla Varus was becoming a beta. Right here, right now, in front of an entire classroom.

The process took minutes, though it felt like hours. Decima fucked her with relentless consistency, never speeding up, never slowing down, never varying her rhythm. And Tulla took it, moaning, crying, begging for more.

"Now," Decima said finally. "Now, Tulla Varus. Cede."

Tulla's scream was not pain. Was not pleasure. Was something else entirely, the sound of a will breaking, of self-dissolving, of a person becoming property.

And then it was over.

Tulla collapsed onto the dais, panting, trembling. Her body was softer now, more feminine, her hips wider, her breasts fuller. Her cock was gone, replaced by a sensitive nub barely an inch long. Her cunt, wet and swollen, clenched around Decima's shaft as the senator withdrew.

"Look at you," Decima said, turning Tulla's face toward the class. "Look at what you are now. A beta. Soft. Obedient. Happy."

And Tulla smiled.

It was the most disturbing thing Cassia had ever seen, that smile, so serene, so content, utterly devoid of the terror and resistance that had filled the girl's face moments before.

"Thank you, Senator," Tulla said, her voice dreamy and soft. "Thank you for taking my will."

Decima stroked her hair with something that might have been affection. "You are welcome, child. Now kneel beside the dais and wait for further instruction."

Tulla scrambled to obey, settling at the senator's feet with an expression of blissful emptiness.

Decima turned to face the class, her amber eyes sweeping across the stunned, silent students. Her cock was still wet with Tulla's juices, still half-erect, still glistening.

"That," she said, "is domination. Not ****. Not ****. Domination. The art of making another want to surrender. The science of breaking a will so thoroughly that the idea of resistance never even occurs."

She began to pace along the dais, naked and unashamed, her footsteps leaving faint prints in the moisture Tulla had left behind.

"Some of you will achieve this. Some of you will learn to dominate others, to hold wills, to rise through the ranks of alpha peerage. And some of you-" her gaze found Cassia again, held her, pinned her, "-some of you will end up like Tulla. Kneeling at someone else's feet. Smiling as your freedom is stripped away."

Cassia met her gaze. Refused to look away. Refused to tremble. She would not fall so easily.