A Tail Untold

'Whew,' he thought, 'that means my dick isn't gone after all.' Like any man, he had his priorities straight.

"You are wrong by the way. I've endured much worse.' The redhead brought the handle of the whip around to his field of view, and slowly slid it across his face before she pushed it in his mouth.

"Mmph," was his only reply.

She removed it and then he felt hands on his ass, pulling his cheeks apart.

*Thhhip.*

The handle of the whip was shoved in his ass. He now had a tail.

His shout of surprise was cut off as the narrow end of blood encrusted leather was pulled across mouth, leaving him in a muted rictus as they began to violate him. Immobile, Dakota grabbed his hands anyway and held them to the table as one NPC pushed and pulled the handle in and out of him as the other NPC milked his penis. It wasn't long before he shuddered in the throes of yet another intense orgasm.

"Uhhnnn."

Dakota chuckled. "That's right, just close your eyes and enjoy it sweetie." The whip was removed from his mouth then and he was free to moan to his heart's content. Which he did, repeatedly.

This proved to be bothersome when he realized that he was beginning to enjoy the mistreatment. "Uhhh, does this, ohhh, make me gay?" He didn't realize that he had spoken aloud, such was the level of his pain and exhaustion.

Dakota thought it over. "No, well, maybe it makes you gay in the butt."

"Ohhhh!" He skeeted a tiny amount, even his virtual nuts were running dry.

"I'm about done here; and based on the size of the load you just shot on your couch, your about done too."

'Wait, his couch,' he thought in confusion.

She gave him a knowing nod. "I forgot to mention I hijacked the camera on your X-Station, so it has RL footage along with a recording of this. Included is your conversation with your attorney." She smiled and he felt an icicle pierce his heart.

He shook his head. 'No, can still survive all that,' he thought. He felt a rush of bravado. "Do your worst, you flat chested bitch. You can't hurt me in the real world!"

He was penetrated with the whip once again. "You say that, but what will everyone think once they realize that you are actually gay in the butt?"

"Ohhhh," he came yet again.

"I'll call the video Gayness in the Anus," she told him between peals of cruel laughter.

"Ohhhh," he couldn't help himself. "Okay, okay, take what you want, take it all. Please, just don't tell anyone," he begged.

"Tell anyone what, that your gay in the butt?"

"Ohhhh!"

"Stop moaning every time I say, "gay in the butt"."

"Ohhh," he gasped in near exhaustion.

Dakota folded her arms, her eyes flickered for a moment. "Right, if this continues your heart may give out." A paper appeared in her gauntleted hand. "Read this virtual contract aloud."

He read it to himself at first. "Wait, there's no fucking way I'll-" the whip was dangled in front of his face. "Ahem, as I was saying, it would be my pleasure to agree to these terms."

He stated his name and listed each demand one by one and consented to all of them, including giving all waitresses a small stake in the company, which effectively meant the end to his dreams of a global franchise. They would also receive healthcare, childcare, and employer provided wage matching for education. He balked at the last demand, however.

"No, absolutely not," he told Dakota with a voice dripping with venom.

"Aww, and you were doing so well, too." She nodded and he felt his mouth opened, and the whip handle was forced down his throat.

"Bllaarggggghhhh," was his reply, followed by a copious amount of projectile vomiting.

As he divested himself of yet more bodily fluids, he decided his resistance was wasted on this charade. No contract made under duress could be legally enforced, he just needed to talk to his lawyer.

He wheezed and coughed. "Alright, you win. I agree," he coughed again. "I agree all staff will have final say on the appearance of their uniforms, including the right to refuse to wear any garments that exposes them or that they deem demeaning! I do hereby consent to the terms listed above. Now please, let me go."

She clapped her hands. "Ahh ha, consent, what a wonderful thing. Thanks, oh, don't go calling your attorney just yet and try to weasel out of this." She pinched his cheek. "You are quite the cutie when you are being a submissive pile of goo."

She then faded away, along with the dungeon and the NPCs until all he saw was his was the familiar walls and the accoutrements of his game room.

He wasted no time in tearing the gloves and goggles off of himself before he tried to stand and walk. He fell to his knees and quickly realized that his ordeal had damaged him not just in the virtual world. His body ached all over while various fluids coated his clothing.

Unable to walk, he crawled towards the phone. He had to freeze his accounts before he lost one penny. So, inch by wretched inch he pulled himself across his carpeted floor, smearing stains all over the once white fabric like a trail of slime from a slug.

Eventually, he reached his hardline telephone, something he knew she couldn't hack and, after several moments to recuperate from his ordeal he grabbed the receiver, smiled at the blessed sound of the dial tone, and punched in his lawyer's number.

His eyes bulged in horror as her voice answered.

"Hey there sweetie, you calling me for a date or are you still gay in the butt?"

"Ohhh," he moaned as he fainted.

The End