Chapter 16: The Penibun
Veronica released the arm wrapped around me and rose from her seat.
She walked to the drawer in one corner of the room and opened the lowest one, beginning to rummage through its contents.
From inside came the rhythmic clatter of metal against metal and the soft, wet sounds of silicone kissing and releasing.
What on earth was hidden in there?
My body, burning with thirst for alcohol and pleasure, raced through a dozen thoughts in the space of a heartbeat.
After a moment, she pulled something out.
At first glance it looked like a harness for a large dog, but a smooth, elongated silicone rod protruded from the center of the black leather belt.
It was unfamiliar, yet I instantly understood its purpose.
With this…
A quiet thrill fluttered in my chest instead of fear or surprise.
The throbbing in my lower belly grew stronger in time with the fluttering.
Veronica stood before me and fastened the penibun around her slim waist.
The black leather belt hugged her tightly; the buckle clicked shut with an unusually loud snap.
The massive dildo swung menacingly between her thighs.
“How is it? Isn’t it far bigger and more imposing than yours?”
“Huff…!”
“The real thing is worse than the fake. How pitiful.”
Veronica tapped my penis with the dildo attached to the penibun.
Every smooth stroke of silicone made my body flinch.
It was humiliating, yet my cock only grew harder.
“Of course, that pathetic little thing can never bring you to female climax, can it?”
Veronica’s voice dripped with contempt and mockery.
After all, Katrina had been wearing the expression of a bitch in heat right in front of a male’s cock.
“So you came looking for it yourself. To have me ram it in.”
I couldn’t speak.
I didn’t want to deny it.
Everything she said was true.
I simply wanted to feel that overwhelming pleasure again.
If she granted me that, I would gladly endure any humiliation.
Veronica reached into the drawer and pulled out a small bottle filled with pink liquid.
She leaned back against the headboard and poured the slick fluid generously over the dildo.
Sizzle—
The sticky pink love gel slid down the shaft in a glossy trail.
The dildo gleamed like a sugar-coated fruit.
“Here.”
Veronica gestured with her chin.
“Put it in yourself.”
“…Me?”
“Spread your hips and insert it yourself.”
I hesitated.
Of course I had assumed she would do it for me.
But the difference between her doing it and me doing it was vast.
Inserting it myself meant admitting I had become a woman.
…And it was embarrassing.
Yet my body already knew the answer.
The throbbing in my lower belly screamed at me to stop hesitating.
It begged me to taste that pleasure.
I slowly climbed onto the bed and crawled toward her on all fours like an animal.
When I stood in front of Veronica, she parted her legs just enough to create space for me.
The black dildo came into view between her thighs.
Its shape was nothing like a cock, yet the aura it radiated was far more commanding.
How on earth was I supposed to take that?
I knelt, extended my knees, and climbed onto her.
The so-called riding position.
…In the riding position, I would be the one on top.
One trembling hand spread my hips as wide as possible while the other gripped the gel-slicked dildo.
I slowly pressed the tip against my anus.
The cold gel made every hair on my body stand on end.
“Hic…!?”
Insertion proved far more difficult than I expected.
Without visual confirmation, I had to rely entirely on sensation.
The tightly closed anus kept pushing the dildo back out.
Again and again it stabbed into the soft flesh of my left buttock and sprang free.
Soon my hips were completely coated in pink gel.
“Puff—”
Veronica watched the sight and let out a soft laugh.
My face burned with shame.
At the same time, anger kindled inside me.
I shrugged off the cumbersome slip because of the trailing lace.
I grabbed the dildo again.
This time I abandoned the idea of forcing it in at once and focused only on the slow, deliberate insertion.
I rubbed the tip of the dildo against my anus in gentle circles.
The anus, still tight from the soft foreplay, slowly began to relax and open.
Even that alone sent a sweet thrill blooming from deep inside.
It would feel wonderful once it was fully inside…
Anticipation swelled my cock until it ached.
After several attempts, the tip finally slipped past the tight ring and locked in place like a bolt and nut.
“Khueup…!”
I squeezed my eyes shut and slowly lowered my hips.
The rounded head of the dildo pried my folds apart and slid deeper.
The thickness and pressure were far greater than anything I had experienced with fingers or plugs.
My anus instinctively tried to expel the foreign object.
“Only the head went in and it already hurts like this—what now?”
“Hic… It’s too big…”
“It’s all right. Relax and go slowly.”
Following her words, I forced my hips to relax and lowered myself inch by inch.
Every time the dildo sank a little deeper, a lewd, wet sound echoed.
The strange sensation of my belly being filled made my stomach clench.
Soon half the dildo was buried inside me.
The gentle pressure on my prostate made my whole body tremble.
The summit was finally in sight.
“Krueut…!”
I gritted my teeth and drove my hips down to the very end.
My anus swallowed the entire root of the dildo.
The pressure filling my stomach was so intense breathing became difficult.
The shaft scraped my inner walls and pressed my prostate with exquisite care.
Each stroke sent the throbbing up my spine and made my head shake.
“Haa… Ah…”
Even though I had only been penetrated, pleasure and exhaustion crashed over me at once.
I panted heavily and collapsed into Veronica’s arms.
Her full breasts cradled me.
Veronica stroked my back, clearly pleased.
“Well done, Katrina. Shall we move now?”
I, still panting in her embrace, lifted my head at her words.
When our eyes met, she gave me a small nod.
It was both encouragement and a prompt.
Katrina slowly began to rock his hips.
But he had never had sex before being raped by Veronica.
Even at the moment he lost his virginity, it had been Veronica who moved his waist.
Of course he had no idea how to move his hips during sex.
Katrina recalled the audiovisual materials he had seen long ago and repeated lifting and lowering his hips in a clumsy rhythm.
It was awkward, but it was the best he could manage at the moment.
“Klut…”
The lack of proper lubrication made the friction burn.
The pain was intense, yet he could not stop moving.
If he endured it just a little longer, he could reach female climax.
After several pistoning thrusts, his body slowly began to adapt to the foreign sensation.
The pain faded, replaced by a growing heat deep inside.
Every movement sent a warm, tingling sensation through his core.
“Haa… Huuu♡”
At some point, a cry slipped from his lips.
The rhythm grew bolder.
The dildo now struck deeper and slipped out to even closer parts of his anus.
Yet something was still missing.
It could not compare to the overwhelming pleasure that would melt the brain at female climax.
How had Veronica made him reach that point?
She had said pressing the prostate would do it.
I stopped moving and recalled that moment.
I had definitely pressed a certain spot with my finger.
I began rotating my hips.
I rubbed the dildo left and right while applying my weight, then drew circles with my hips.
As the dildo scraped my inner walls, the heat and throbbing in my belly grew stronger and stronger.
And finally—
“Kyaaheuung…♡!?”
I found it…♡
The rounded head of the dildo pressed firmly against my prostate.
My entire body stiffened as if electrocuted, muscles locking tight.
A cry close to a scream escaped me.
“Hueuuk… Here, it feels so good here♡”
There was no longer any reason to rock my hips up and down.
I locked my posture so the dildo would continue pressing my prostate, then only swayed my hips side to side to focus on that single spot.
My eyes rolled back and drool spilled from my mouth.
My cock twitched and leaked Cooper’s fluid.
Katrina was lost in the greater pleasure he was feeling.
He had no idea what expression his owner was making.
‘How boring.’
At first Veronica had watched Katrina with interest.
The sight of him clumsily moving his waist after inserting the dildo himself had been rather cute.
But as the awkward rhythm continued, it began to irritate her.
When would he shake his waist properly?
Anticipation gradually turned into boredom.
A frustrated urge rose to lift his hips and stab the dildo deeper.
But I held it back.
I wanted Katrina to discover the joy of a female shaking her own waist.
Then, finally, when Katrina found the exact spot on his prostate and cried out in ecstasy, Veronica thought the show was about to begin.
But that expectation collapsed quickly.
Katrina stopped moving his waist altogether and began rotating his hips in place, left and right.
It was an attempt to stimulate the prostate, but to Veronica it looked like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum, demanding to be rammed.
The smile vanished from her face.
The eyes that had been boiling with heat cooled into ice.
Veronica, feeling the limit of her patience, roughly shoved Katrina’s shoulder.