The beating stops

The prince climbs back onto the bed, and he uses his legs to hold yours apart. Then, he spits on your tight, puckered hole. "My prince, what are you doing back there?" you ask, fearfully. He ignores you. You can't see what he's doing back there, but you are perplexed by the strange feeling of his saliva on your *other* hole. Suddenly he slides one of his own wet fingers in there, hurting you a bit. "Ow! My prince, that's the wrong hole!"

You know from experience (though never with Sophie, because you feared she'd break up with you if you suggested it) that anal sex required a lot of preparation if it was going to be done right. At least an enema, and lots of lubricant. "Please, my prince, I'm not ready! This will just get you dirty and it will hurt both of us."

"Shut up,” the prince says shortly. "There's nothing in you to get me dirty. And this won't hurt me at all." It occurs to you that there would be no reason for Sophie to have made this VR include things like digestion and bodily waste products. Similarly, she seemed to have made spit a far better lubricant than it was in the real world.

The Prince starts to push his thick, hard member against your tightness. It hurts. A lot. You clench your teeth and bury your face in the mattress in an effort to force your unwilling body to comply with the prince's demands. Your sphincter is insistent on resisting him, however, and he continues to painfully push against it.