The Pegging

Yazov-chan sat at her desk, festering. Sitting in front of her was her beloved Brigadier. With steepled fingers, she glared at him with restrained fury in her eyes. The air around her seemed to be choked of oxygen, as if a terrible storm--no, toxic miasma-- had filled the very room they were in. The Brigadier withered under her glare, swallowing his fears, although they resurfaced almost instantly. His mind was moving at lightspeed, going over dozens of potential outcomes and scenarios in seconds. As much as he wanted to voice his doubts, he remained silence, lest he incur the wrath of the furious one.

Yazov-chan dipped her head further down. Her lavender eyes might as well be a shade of crimson, and her normally white hair had darkened to a dark grey. Letting the tension in the room build, she finally decided it was time to speak after the worm had stopped squirming. In a low, ominous growl, she stated:

"You know what you've done. Isn't that right, Brigadier."

The Brigadier realized it was a far worse situation than he could've imagined. Normally, even when mad, the Glavkoverkhina would say "my" or "beloved" or some other endearing term. But there was no such thing today. Her voice dripped venom, and the Brigadier was knee-deep in it. It gnawed at his mind, paralyzing it, but the consequences of not answering would be infinitely worse. His voice unsteady and questioning, he half-responded, half-asked:

"Y-yes, G-G-Glavkoverkhina Yazov."

Yazov-chan raised an eyebrow as a sign of skepticism.

"Are you sure about that, Brigadier?"

The Brigadier swallowed his doubts again and vigorously nodded his head.

"Y-yes, I do, Glavkoverkhina Yazov."

The Glavkoverkhina clapped her hands together, causing the miasma to suddenly disappear. Now cheery and upbeat, in reality, this was all just an act. Another form of mental torture for the Brigadier. She smiled, although it was a little unnerving one. Tilting her head to the side, her smile growing, she asked,

"Well, beloved, do you know what you've done?"

The Brigadier nodded, a bit too eagerly to help his case.

"Y-yes, of course, Glavkoverkhina Yazov! I hurt you, didn't I?"

Yazov-chan nodded, her smile fading.

"Do you know exactly what you did?"

The Brigadier, whose mind shot to the bayonet training session, thought he knew the answer.

"Y-yes, I do, Glavkoverkhina Yazov! I-I talked to that f-female cadet, right?"

The miasma refilled the room, and Yazov-chan dipped her head down so that her cap covered her eyes in a menacing shadow.

The Brigadier tugged at his collar, trying to be as discreet as possible. Yazov-chan smacked her hand on the wooden desk with a resounding thud. Standing up and pushing her chair back, which made a terrible screech, she looked down at the Brigadier, who seemed to shrink into his chair a little bit. Silently pointing a threatening finger at him, she accused him of a heinous sin:

"NO! Yesterday...you...you used me as your own toy! You flipped me on my back and...and..."

Panting hard, her cheeks flushed, her eyes became momentarily visible, on the verge of tearing up. Yazov-chan's voice was wavering, but she quickly reined in control of herself and sat back down. Her emotional outburst had been crushed, and the menacing stoicism of her restrained anger returned.

"...and you used me to fulfill your disgusting desire. And I'm afraid that I have to teach you another lesson, my Brigadier. Only I do the punishing around here."

The Brigadier nervously chuckled and felt as if his collar has slowly started constricting around his neck again. He viciously fought the urge to adjust it, not when the Glavkoverkhina had her attention on him. In fact, the her ramblings seemed almost inaudible at the sound of the Brigadier's heartbeat, which drowned out her words and filled his head with dread. A sudden outburst from Yazov-chan caught his attention, however, caught his attention, and he jerked back.

"Y-yes, Glavkoverkhina Y-Yazov? I'm sorry, I wasn't r-really listening."

Yazov-chan's eyes darkened, and a grim smile crawled onto her face.

"Oh, really, Brigadier?"

He nodded vigorously and silently, trying to keep his shaking hands calm.

"Very well. You'll get a reward for your honesty."

This caught the Brigadier's attention, but he made no move to show it. Gathering his voice, he asked Yazov-chan:

"W-well, Glavkoverkhina Yazov, would you mind telling me what this reward is?"

The Glavkoverkhina shook her head, her smile growing.

"I'm afraid that I can't tell you..."

Pulling out a drawer on the side of the desk, her hand disappeared under the surface, a terrible feeling of the things to come settling over the Brigadier, sending shivers down his spine.

"...because I'll have to show you."

*Author: alfa*