"S-s-sch-scheduled...s-s-sessions?" Naomi stuttered out. This was becoming too much. It felt as if every time this giant woman comforted her, it was immediately undone by some unnerving action.

"Yes, little one," the Omega said, "you don't inflict the damage that you three did and not get some of it paid back. Even if you feel bad about it now, you still did it, and that blood needs to be repaid."

An audible whimper escaped Naomi's lips. It wasn't that she wasn't ready to take responsibility for what she did, but...hearing it in those terms was still scary, especially when they were stated so casually.

"But don't worry, we have a system of sorts for this. You won't eliminate all your sessions, but you can at least lessen them," Claire stated. "Provided that you put forth the effort. Now..."

Naomi watched as the giantess brought her hand back to Marion, who had rolled over onto her side so as to face away from her. Marion was still sobbing, but it didn't stop their captor from delivering a soft but firm poke to the redhead's back.

"Marion, turn around, sit up, and stop crying. I have a lot to talk to you three about, and you've wasted enough of my time."

Marion gave no response, and after a few seconds it was clear to Naomi that she had no intention of following instructions. Claire's answer was to plant the tip of her index finger directly in front of the sobbing girl.

"Do it," she said, "or I do a repeat performance of our little example."

Marion instantly rolled back over to face her, and scrambled to stand back up even as she continued to catch her breath. Her eyes were wide, red, and watery. She seemed to suddenly remember the last bit of the Omega's order, and quickly wiped at her eyes with the backs of her hands.

Naomi couldn't help but be entranced by this, her eyes fixated on the threatening hand. She had known Marion for years, and had never seen her so...tame. Usually no one told the redhead what to do, and if they did she never complied. How she had behaved earlier was the Marion she knew, unrelenting in her belief that she was beyond reproach and consequence.

Yet a single swing of a finger from the titanic woman in front of her seemed to have turned Marion into a mewling, obedient creature. But that wasn't all she had seen it do. The feeling of that finger catching her chin, the tenderness it radiated as it had gently lifted her head up was still fresh on her mind. The control this woman exhibited...

She was amazing.

The Omega's hand suddenly began to retreat, and Naomi's admiring gaze followed it. She found herself really taking in the woman's appearance for the first time, her nervous trembling calming down as her mind fixated on the powerful titaness. Naomi's eyes traced up the length of her forearm, reaching her bare bicep as the woman idly flexed, unwittingly showing off her toned muscle to her small admirer.

Naomi couldn't help but shiver in slight awe. Even if this woman had been an Alpha, she had the feeling the group of three could still be manhandled by her. Eventually, her gaze moved on, traveling back to the Omega's face. For the first time, she noticed that her view was partially obstructed by the woman's chest, the blue material of her tank-top pulled taut against her breasts. Naomi blushed a bit as she realized where her vision was focused, and lifted her gaze to meet the woman's eyes again.

Why was she suddenly noticing these things? This wasn't the first time she had seen the woman, after all. Had the terror and respect she commanded occupied all of her attention up until now? Did this titaness exhibit such power over her that she had become numb to her surroundings?

Naomi's thoughts were interrupted as her captor spoke again.

"Now, all of you line up on...let's say Naomi, and stand up straight and at attention," she ordered. "I want all of you facing me directly, because there's a lot you need to pay attention to."

There was no delay on the part of the girls. As soon as Claire finished, they had lined up exactly as told. Naomi found that she was shoulder-to-shoulder with Stephanie, with Marion at the other end. All three of them were as straight as a rail.

"Good," the Omega started. "Now, I think it's time I formally introduced myself. My name is Claire Lindon, Junior Grade Enforcer with Aegis. You will refer to me as Enforcer Lindon, Ma'am, or Miss Lindon unless I have allowed otherwise. As of 1300 hours today, you three have been processed into my custody with no objections from High Command. Do any of you understand what that means?"

Naomi slowly raised her hand, finding herself strangely eager to please.

"Yes, Naomi?"

"It means," Naomi started, a sigh escaping her lips, "it means they found sufficient evidence to unanimously support both the arrest and whatever disciplinary and rehabilitation plans you submitted."

"Very good," Claire said with a smile. "To expand on that, every single thing I have already done or will do has been approved by the highest authority in the world on this. There is no getting out of this without completing those aforementioned plans to my satisfaction, and mine alone."

All three girls gulped at this proclamation, and Naomi thought she heard Claire suppress an amused giggle.

"Now," Claire continued," I believe I mentioned our sessions earlier. But before we go into that, let's...review for just a moment. Because you need to fully understand what you did wrong in order to understand why you deserve everything I'm going to do to you. So, which one of you can tell me what you did wrong?"

Again, Naomi raised her hand. She was eager this time, as well, but not out of any desire to please the Enforcer. She simply wanted to give the honest answer, before Stephanie or Marion could say something stupid.

"We..." Naomi halted momentarily, uncomfortable with recounting the shameful actions she had been a part of. But she had to own up to her mistakes. After a deep breath, she continued. "We assaulted a man.....savagely. We broke his bones and tortured him because....because he was just a Beta to us."

"Correct," Claire replied, no smile accompanying the affirmation this time. "Luckily, the victim survived. Barely. Because I happened to come across you and break things up before you three killed him, and got him the medical attention he required. So keep that in mind over the course of our time together: What you are going to experience is nothing compared to what I would have done if that man had died. Do you three understand that?"

A solemn nod from the three girls was their answer. Naomi herself was truly thankful to her, even if she wasn't sure why the Omega had been in that area anyway. Having a murder on her conscience in addition to the brutality itself...she didn't believe she could cope with that.

"Moving on, I received the victim's medical evaluation from his physician earlier. This is important to you three, because this evaluation is what an evaluation group within Aegis uses to determine the minimum number of disciplinary sessions you will endure over the course of our time together."

Claire paused for a moment, and Naomi noticed that she was carefully studying them, likely to see their reactions. Naomi didn't dare look away from her, her earlier command still ringing in her head, but she knew her own reaction at least: A growing sense of dread. She was not looking forward to this, to knowing exactly how much damage she had done.

As Claire began reading off the list, her cadence slow to let each injury sink in, Naomi found that her eyes were welling up.

A fractured skull. A dislocated shoulder. The humerus of his right arm shattered. Four ribs bruised, five fractured. His hip dislocated. His right leg snapped.

Naomi wanted to throw up. It felt as if her sins were being read to her by a judgmental god. Worse, she could picture what they had done to cause each injury. The shattered arm was her sin alone, but she was certain she had contributed to the rib injuries and possibly the dislocated hip as well.

Worst of all was the fact that their victim had somehow remained conscious throughout the entire ordeal.

Out of a morbid curiosity, she shifted her eyes to get a glimpse of Stephanie. She was surprised to see the girl being so visibly uncomfortable, shaking slightly and even biting her lip. She was less surprised to see Marion a little further down, apathetic to the harm they caused. Her gaze quickly returned to Claire, however, as she began to speak once more.

"Taking into account the above, the evaluation group has set a minimum of 52 disciplinary sessions for each of you. These are to be delivered once per week, and independent disciplinary actions I take in response to any misbehavior do not count toward this total. It is within my authority to extend the minimum by up to 10 sessions of my own volition, and I can submit a report requesting to have them extended further if need be. Do you three understand this?"

Naomi nodded, and her friends did as well. 52 sessions of what Claire had done to Marion earlier...oh God.

"Are there any questions about the disciplinary sessions themselves?" Claire asked.

This time, Marion's hand immediately shot up. Naomi noticed a frown form on Claire's face, but the Omega permitted her to speak.

"What are you going to do to us during them?"

"Oh, any number of things," Claire replied. "Maybe I use you as a stress ball for a while. Maybe you keep my toes company while I go out for a little walk. Maybe I drum on you for a bit, see how far I can flick you. The general idea, if you haven't caught on, is to treat you exactly how you seem to believe you can treat a Beta. Hopefully the shared experience will be enlightening to you."

Naomi gulped at those last two statements. One thing Claire had done was keep a consistent, commanding tone...that had changed there. Those statements were soaked in venom.

Stephanie's hand suddenly went up beside her.

"What if you kill us?"

The thought got a wince out of Naomi.

"I won't," Claire replied, her voice back to normal. Stephanie didn't seem to want to question her further on that statement, and Naomi certainly didn't. She could only guess that Marion agreed as Claire continued.

"If there's nothing else, I'm going to move on. I mentioned earlier that you will have the opportunity to eliminate a portion of your disciplinary sessions. This is done through astounding performance in your rehabilitation work. You will perform this work for 36 hours each month. The work can be anything from community service to lessons on Beta history and race relations that I cover myself. I highly recommend putting forth the effort to convince me that I can trust you with community service, because it is almost impossible to not get a good review from your supervisors compared to earning the equivalent grade on my tests. You want these good reviews because every two will lesson your sessions by one. While these do not apply during the first month as I spend it evaluating you to determine what I trust you to do, this can ultimately reduce your sessions from 52 to 28. Don't blow that opportunity. Any questions?"

Nothing this time. That was pleasantly straight-forward, and Naomi's mood lightened somewhat at the realization that she could get out of some of those sessions, potentially just through helping people. That sounded...nice.

"Well then, let's finish this up," Claire said. "Ideally, you will complete my plan in 52 weeks. After that initial period, your progress will be reviewed, and you will either be released on parole or we will continue our time together. During this time, you will be living here, with me. So let me show you your new quarters."

Naomi watched as Claire's hand returned to the dresser, and couldn't help but smirk as Marion flinched at it's arrival. The platform-like hand landed palm-up, accompanied by a command from it's owner to hop on. Naomi was the first one on, crawling over the edge of the palm and into the center, turning around to face her friends as she sat with her legs crossed. Both were looking at her, eyes wide as they slowly joined her on the hand, crowding the palm as they sat down next to each other. Were they surprised at how casual she had been in getting on? She didn't see any reason why it should have been a big deal...Claire wasn't going to hurt them for doing what she asked. Besides, the hand was warm, and far softer than that dresser had been.

Naomi suddenly felt gravity pushing against her as Claire stood from her seat, pulling her occupied hand close to her abdomen as she did so. A glance upward revealed nothing to Naomi beyond a blue ceiling of fabric, the underside of her holder's bust. A pivot from their host brought the rest of the room into view for the first time.

It was...spartan, was the best term Naomi could think of to describe it. Directly behind where Claire had been sitting was her bed, neatly made, the covers a solid blue. A nightstand to the side of it, a tablet, alarm clock, and lamp residing on it.

What really caught her attention as she surveyed the room were the three identical terrariums lined up against the far wall, parallel to the bed and seemingly setting atop black plastic platforms.. Her curiosity was rewarded, as Claire began walking straight to them. As the distance decreased, Naomi got much better looks at them.

She was able to make out a bed on the left side of each one, the sheets and pillows a uniform white, accompanied by a nightstand and lamp. And was that an exercise bike to the right of each one? Further study also revealed a toilet and shower....but no walls to provide any privacy. That was going to take some getting used to. Thankfully, the last thing she noticed as Claire finished her short journey was that a black partition had been inserted between the separate tanks, presumably to prevent the girls from looking in on each other.

Naomi's attention was rattled as Claire suddenly knelt down, and it felt as if her stomach was about to rise up and out of her mouth. As she recovered, she saw Claire's free hand enter her field of vision and home in on her. Steeling herself for the impending grasp, she had to take a moment to once again appreciate the surprising tenderness of the Enforcer as she was gently surrounded by her fingers and lifted off her palm for the short trip into the middle terrarium.

The first thing she noticed upon being placed down was that the black platform she saw was actually part of the cell's floor. She briefly wondered what it was used for, before something else caught her attention.

Claire was kneeling down right in front of her terrarium, giving Naomi a clear view of her lower body for the first time since she had first grabbed them off the street. She had been wearing sweatpants then, but now she was wearing white shorts that extended only a few inches beyond her crotch, leaving her toned, tanned legs completely visible.

There was no way this woman didn't work out regularly, Naomi thought.

Looking up, she watched as Claire placed the remaining two girls into their own enclosures, though she couldn't tell who went where. She finished up by reaching down the the black base, and Naomi heard the click of a button. Immediately, a field of soft, translucent light formed at the top of her tank. Was that some sort of force field?

"Alright, girls," Claire announced, clapping her hands to get their attention."I'm about to head out for a little while. I suggest all of you attempt to get some sleep. We're going to have a busy day tomorrow, and you will find it much easier if you're well rested. If you're not sleepy, the exercise bikes are there for your use. I've also supplied each of you with a tablet, located in the drawers of your nightstands. Do not expect to do much on them. They are there to give you access to a fairly substantial library of books, and nothing more. It will not be replaced if you break it. Feel free to take a shower if you wish, the base you stand on recycles and purifies the water you use. It does recycle the water for showers and the toilet separately, so don't worry about that."

Claire seemed to look at each of them in turn before continuing.

"I will be back by dinner time, and will insure that you are fed upon my return. Does anyone have any questions before I go?"

Naomi was about to shake her head no, but she suddenly had an idea.

"Miss Lindon!" she called. No response, though her warden seemed to be scanning the three rooms. "Miss Lindon!" she called again as she saw Claire's eyes scan over her. The woman raised a curious eyebrow before her eyes went wide with a look of sudden realization.

"Oops," she stated, and Naomi heard another button press at the base of the platform. "Forgot to turn the noise dampener off. You had a question, Naomi?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Naomi started. "I..um...do you know how the man we..."

Deep breaths.

"Do you know how the man we attacked is doing?"

Claire gave her a small smile before replying.

"He's conscious now, Naomi, and is in recovery. He has a very long road ahead of him."

Naomi sulked. It...wasn't any worse than what she was expecting, but she had hoped for a better report, even if it was unrealistic to do so.

"Did you know," Claire suddenly continued, her voice losing it's calm, confident tone as it shifted to a more reflective quality, "that he was in his last year at medical school? At the top of his class, even. Was here visiting his family during the holidays. He was looking so forward to helping people, but...I guess that's going to have to be put on hold."

There was a moment of silence as Claire looked away for a moment and Naomi processed that information. She didn't think she could feel worse about what she had done, but that was apparently false.

"Miss Lindon?" she called up suddenly. Claire shifted her gaze back to her.

"Yes?" she responded.

"If you can somehow pass a message along...before I have the chance to...could you please let him know that I'm sorry? I want to tell him myself someday but...I just want him to know," Naomi said, voice wavering. Claire gave her another soft smile.

"Of course, little one," she said. "I think he would love to hear it."

Naomi was ecstatic.

"Thank you!" she called up.

"Funnily enough," Claire piped up, "I was actually about to pay him a visit right now. That's good timing you have there, Naomi."

Naomi gave her a wide smile, before something suddenly occurred to her, and that smile melted away into a pit in her stomach.

An Omega couldn't visit a Beta in the hospital. It was simply impossible, Beta hospitals weren't meant to house Alphas or Omegas. Alpha hospitals didn't accept them, and Omegas didn't have hospitals.

The only way Claire could be visiting that victim was if a Chamber was involved...and that meant a mixed relationship somewhere.

Naomi suddenly recalled how, when this woman had found them assaulting the man, she had seemed to have been looking for something in the area. She would have had to have been focusing her eyesight already to even see that they were assaulting a Beta.

And she seemed to know a little bit more about the victim than she would expect.

Oh, God.

"Miss Lindon?" she called up once again, her voice suddenly weak and desperate.

"Is something wrong, Naomi?" Claire asked in response, a twinge of concern present. "Your voice seems off."

"Why are you going to visit him?"

The question had been blunt, and the air seemed to hang thick between the two as they simply stared at each other in silence for a moment.

The first answer Naomi got was another smile spreading across Claire's lips...but this smile was different from it's predecessors. This one resulted in the giant woman baring her teeth at the little woman below.

"You're a sharp one, aren't you?" Claire eventually responded. The unnerving smile remained.

Slowly, she began to stand up, and Naomi backed away out of reflex as the woman stood to her full height, resting her hands on her hips. Naomi had only seen a standing Omega from the ground once before, and that time she'd had no chance to really process the size disparity.

Not so, this time. This, Naomi realized as she gazed up at the towering woman in front of her, was how she looked to a Beta. It was not comforting. It was not helped by Claire's next words.

"Why am I visiting him?" she repeated, a hint of mockery in her voice. That awful, predatory smile vanished as she narrowed her eyes.

"Why wouldn't I visit my big brother while he recovers? Especially when he's just a few rooms away?"

Naomi slumped to her knees immediately. She had no idea how to respond to that. She doubted her voice would work even if she did.

"I advise doing as I suggested earlier," Claire called from what now seemed like miles above to Naomi. "We do have a long day tomorrow."

And with that, the Omega left, her footfalls thundering in the distance before vanishing.

Naomi sat in silence. It had happened again. Every time she felt comforted by the woman's actions, she did something else to set her on edge all over again.

Some time later, Naomi heard Marion's voice emanate from the enclosure to the right of her.

"Told you she was going to kill us."