A Bitch's Climax
Emma's face was a tangle of regret and unfinished excitement. The break being over meant this particular game was over too.
Veronica smirked at my cock, which was drooling in a glistening thread.
"That's enough of a walk. Let's go back to the room."
She tugged the leash and pulled me up onto my feet. My legs gave out and I staggered; Veronica slipped an arm around my waist and held me up. I wanted to tell her I could walk on my own, but that would only have been asking for trouble, so I let it go.
Emma did her best to quiet the hammering in her chest and followed at a polite distance. Her eyes never left Katrina's ass, not once, all the way back to the room.
We returned to the room I still hadn't gotten used to. Given half a minute I would have aired every complaint I had about the place, but Veronica was never going to give me that kind of time.
She laid me down on the bed, gathered my legs together, and lifted them toward the ceiling. My body folded into an L, the way it did in the eighth position of military calisthenics — a posture that put my cock, slick with pre-cum, and my ass, still plugged, on full display for Veronica and Emma.
"Good work, puppy. I'll take the tail out now."
Veronica took hold of the tail end of the plug buried in my ass.
"Nngh…!"
She twisted it gently from side to side and began to draw it out. My ass clenched shut around it, as if it had no intention of letting the thing go.
Slap—
"Relax."
She smacked my ass the way a nurse does before a needle. The tension went out of me, and the plug started its slow emergence into the world. A wet, filthy sound rose from below — the sound a finger makes coming out of a cunt. The thing that had been packing me full scraped along the inner walls as it withdrew, a stimulation nothing like the one I'd felt on the way in, and my hips jerked on their own.
Schlck—
"Hahng…♡"
The thickest part of the plug popped free with a lewd little noise. The pressure that had been crushing my insides vanished, and a hollow, dizzying release rushed in to take its place. A short moan slipped out of me at a pleasure I had no name for.
"Let's see."
Veronica handed the plug to Emma and spread my ass open. Emma, suddenly presented with this gift, froze with it resting in both palms. It was still warm, holding Katrina's heat.
Sniff, sniff. Emma smelled it without thinking. They say a dog smells a thing first when it sees something new. Maybe that was it. There was no foulness to it at all — only a lewd scent that made her lower belly clench.
"Mmm. It loosened up nicely."
The hole the plug had left behind hung weakly open, twitching. It didn't even have the strength to close; a glimpse of the red membrane inside was visible. Glistening with gel, the entrance radiated a filthiness all on its own, like a bitch's hole waiting for its master's cock. I covered my face with both hands.
"We can start now."
"Hngh?!"
Veronica shoved her index and middle fingers into the twitching hole. Already stretched by the plug, my ass took them without a hint of resistance. Her fingers stirred around inside me as if they were in their own house.
"It felt good when Emma was tormenting you earlier, didn't it?"
"…Nngh."
I made a pained sound instead of answering. I wanted to deny it, but my cock was already standing straight up. The second I said no, she would take hold of it and laugh. That much was obvious.
"Of course it felt good. Even a man the size of a house would come apart if you pressed here."
The tip of her finger bore down on a single point.
"Hik♡?!"
A sharp jolt raced up my spine and slammed into my brain. It was nothing like the ordinary climax you get from stroking a cock — a pleasure from some other dimension entirely. My mind went white. My cock throbbed of its own accord, spattering pre-cum in every direction.
"Emma. Come here."
"…Yes, my lady."
At Veronica's call, Emma climbed onto the bed. Her face was still burning.
"The place I'm pressing right now is the prostate."
"I-is that so?"
"Yes. As I said earlier — it's the spot that can turn any man into a bitch."
Veronica explained it calmly, the way a professor lectures a class. The content, however, was anything but educational. And even as she talked she never stopped her fingers, pressing and circling, working my prostate without pause.
"Stimulate this properly and you can climax without using your cock at all."
"A man can come without using his dick?"
"That's right. So there's no ejaculation, either. The official name is dry orgasm, but I prefer calling it a bitch climax."
"A bitch climax…"
"Look at him — leaking this much pre-cum. What's dry about that?"
She wasn't wrong. Katrina's cock was wet as if it had just been pulled from water. Not that Katrina had any attention to spare for it.
"Haaah — nngh…♡"
The soft, blooming pleasure that had been rising from my lower belly began to spread through my whole body. It was like being tickled with a feather and like a deep, relieving massage at the same time. An unfamiliar sensation is always frightening. Every time that softness tried to climb into my head I pushed it back — and the more I did, the more it sharpened, slowly, into something keen.
"Haaahn… s-stop…♡"
"Stop? You haven't even had your bitch climax yet."
"Oogh…♡"
Katrina's body was always more honest than his mouth. Under Veronica's hands his cock drooled pre-cum and throbbed violently. But the pleasure wasn't coming from his cock. It was bursting from somewhere deep inside him, a place even Katrina himself didn't know — the place Veronica had called the prostate. Of course, from where Katrina was sitting, he had no idea what that was or where it lived. The confusion born of ignorance and pleasure even put a stupid thought in his head: Don't tell me I grew a womb? It was all Veronica's fault, going on about bitch climaxes and—
"Hiihk—♡"
The thought never finished. The pleasure piled through his whole body was screaming to be let into his head. If he gave it even a sliver of an opening, he was certain he would actually have the thing she kept calling a bitch climax.
Veronica watched him with deep satisfaction. Once he tasted that pleasure, Katrina would come apart completely.
Then she noticed Emma standing beside the bed, utterly gone. Her eyes were unfocused, her mouth slightly open, her breath coming hot. She looked like a woman who still hadn't left the moment she'd been violating Katrina.
A mischievous smile touched Veronica's lips.
"Emma."
"Y-yes! My lady."
Emma jumped at the sudden call, so startled that a louder voice than usual burst out of her before she could stop it.
"Come here and play with our puppy's chest, would you?"
"Yes…?"
"Don't you want to watch our puppy fall apart from a bitch climax…?"
Emma hesitated a moment, then moved up to Katrina's head. I shook my head in terror. Veronica's hands alone felt like they would melt my brain. If Emma piled on too, I would not last.
"No — I don't want to come…!"
"Haha. Even the way you talk is just like a bitch. Isn't it, Emma?"
"…Yes, my lady."
My cry did nothing. Emma's hands settled on my chest. The maid's slightly rough fingers began to roam. She pressed firmly first in the hollow between chest and armpit, then gathered as much of me as she could into her palms. It was a flat chest, nothing like a woman's, so there wasn't much flesh to collect — but there was more than enough to work with. She kneaded what she'd gathered the way you knead dough, firm and thorough. After a few repetitions that same soft, blooming pleasure began to rise from my chest as well.
"Emma, did you know? It usually takes a very long time before a man's ass and chest start giving him any pleasure."
"But Miss Katrina…"
"Our puppy must have a talent for it. Or he was born a bitch."
A compliment that didn't sound like one at all. I wanted to ask her, right then, where she thought she was going to find a real man like me — but all that came out of my mouth were high, thin moans.
"Hehk, heeek—♡"
"He's about to go."
My whole body was hot, as if it were coming to a boil. My mind went slack; even what was in front of me looked blurred. It felt as though the balloon of my body had been filled to bursting with pleasure. The fortress walls of reason and masculinity tried to hold it back, and they were not enough. They were breached. They came down. Pleasure forced its way into my head and tore through my brain.
I can't. I don't want this.
…I can't hold on anymore.♡
"……♡?!"
I couldn't even moan. It was as if I'd been run through by a long, massive spear. A pleasure that overwhelming crashed over me in a wave. The trembling started in my legs, climbed my thighs and ass, and spread through my entire body.
"There it is. The bitch climax."
"Hic — nngh—♡"
It felt so good it was frightening. My eyes rolled up, and then everything went black. My already blurred vision held nothing at all. In my fear I groped for something to hold and clenched the bedsheets in both fists.
"Hngh, nngh — kkhhngh—♡"
It felt like fireworks were going off inside my skull. No — it felt like someone was stirring around in there with their fingers. My brain was melting.
No. I hate it. I haaate it…♡
Katrina's mind, buried under an overwhelming pleasure he had never felt in his life, dropped away into the dark.
"Nngh, kkuuhh…♡!"
Veronica looked down at Katrina with a gaze more loving than any she had ever turned on him. His eyes were rolled back. His breath came in ragged gasps. His hands were locked on the sheets, and his toes had curled like a bird's talons closing on prey. Even after he'd lost consciousness the orgasm hadn't finished with him; his body would not stop convulsing.
She stroked the head of the boy whose face was still twisted in that wrecked, unseemly climax. There was nothing lewd in the touch, nothing improper. It was as soft and kind as a mother's hand on the head of a child who had just taken his first steps on two feet. And in a way, that was exactly what had happened. Katrina had taken his first steps as a female. As his owner, she found it admirable. She was proud.
"Good boy, Katrina."
"Hiik… hiiii…♡"
"Next time I'll make you feel even better."