Chapter 8 – pegging panic ‪‪

The receptionist Yelena made sure to lock the closed room behind her. He moved backwards slowly until he touched the wall of the dimly-lit room. August's heart started racing. Yelena had started laughing mischievously, some part of him felt intrigued the other part apprehensive. He was going to be manhandled again, and once again on the whims of someone else.

There was no escape outside the room, except the one way door that led in, window also mysteriously absent. 

"Don't worry, the walls are thick, no one will hear us in here." she retrieved something that looked awfully like a metal dildo with strap. Her lower clothing slowly disappearing, she put the around her waist, tightly against her genital area. 

 "Wait a minute lady, this is unethical, I didn't consent to this."

"What about princess, Adelheid, how did she feel about the matter?"

He started sliding towards the opposite side of the room. "This is a huge misunderstanding, even the crystal ball said i wasn't lying."

"Machines can malfunction, at any rate, I find it offensive that you dress-up as a woman, if you want to cosplay a woman, then prepare to feel our pain."

She cracked the whip on the floor, her hands confidently gripping it as it lashed out. Her eyes had changed from uptight to a perverted attitude. "You thought you could get away unscathed, if the kingdom won't probably punish you I will you naughty boy." she teased, slowly stepping forward. 

no he has been punished before, the act of simply asking for a meal.

She approached him, stroking the dildo as he moved on him. Huddled against the corner and with no where to go, he awaited his fate. 

"Now! Undress!" 

"I refuse, there's a screw loose somewhere im sure."

She cracked the whip like thunder against his leg. He quickly complied. Removing the skirt and the panty he had been given. 

"Ow, that hurts."

"Heheheehe," she giggled. "You got the clothing down to a tee, now bend over for mommy."

He felt the heat of her gaze, a mixture of fear and excitement welled up in him. But he was reluctant to be pegged by her. 

She snapped the whip again against the floor, a warning shot. 

"You're going to learn the hard way that actions have severe consequences."

August bends over on all fours, his butt being lifted up into the air, he penis hanging below. Her hands gripped his butt. Smacking it a few times. 

"Such a feminine bosom, did they take away your masculinity, force you to become a humiliating version of yourself, or were you always such naughty devil."

He felt sudden cold and hard material, penetrating his anus, without warning or preparation. 

"AH!" he gasped in surprise, involuntarily arching his back. 

The dildo, in it's full length, stretched inside of him, mercilessly, sending a wave of pain and pleasure through his body. His mind was scrambled, this was a first for him. Even in his degenerating worlds he visited back home, he never imagined being on the receiving end. 

Yelena started rocking her hips forward, in slow hypnotic rhythm, her thrusts were deliberate. Every interval or so, she'd trust hard into him. 

His hands gripped hard against the floor, as he struggled to maintain control of his body. He was not supposed to enjoy this and yet, this punishment it was exciting An intensive and overwhelming feeling. She started thrusting harder and faster. 

She leaned over his shoulder and whispered into his ear, her breath tickling his neck. 

"Do you feel that, the opposite end of power." she taunted him. "You're a whore now"

With each push she gave inside of him, he felt his resistance dissipating, he was actually enjoying this. His penis had gotten close to rock hard. His back arched more into her, as he awaited more. 

His prostate ached, and he could feel pressure mounting to a close pitch. As if sensing his impending climax, she increased her tempo, gripping his penis with her and started viciously stroking. 

"Cum for me." she whispered. Her words echoed in head. 

"Aaghh." he moaned as loud as he could. Surrendering to the foreign sensation. He ejaculates, an absurd amount of liquid falling to the floor, some of it touching her leg. 

She pulled the artificial cock out of his butt-hole. Stroking his penis aggressively until every last of bit of sperm and semen, left him. His legs shivered in tiring ecstasy. 

"We still have a ways to go, but I'll teach you good manners in no time. Now get up." her tone a mix of annoyance and amusement. 

He got up reluctantly, redressing himself. Pondering on whether being fucked by a women is a good thing. 

She gripped him by the throat.

"Next week I want you to come by, alone. Without your master follow your tail."

He nodded, giving in the whims of this strange lady. Perhaps every one in this world was a sex offender. This was the third time he had been 'molested.' The outcome however did not satisfy him. He wanted to cum on his own terms. He needed to penetrate, not be penetrated. Next time, he planned on dominating her.

AS he leaves the room, she hands him a piece of paper, complete with his stats printed out by the crystal ball. Each step through the hallway carried a different weight of regret, but also a thrill. As he appears once again in front of the receptionist desk. Irina gives him a telling look. 

"Are you ready to slay a monster? August dear" she asked him.

No, he was just slain by one.