Instilling Male Supremacy in Weak Men — Drug Experiment Side Job 2
"Ohh, her clit is actually hard like a dick? That's fucking hilarious."
"Calling it a dick is a stretch — it's more like a kid's boner. If it were huge it'd just be disgusting, so this size is about right."
"Hmm, that so? I'd rather it be bigger and firmer. Something you can actually grind a cock against."
"Ha, you sick fuck. That's disgusting."
"Who cares what kind of freaky hobbies I have?"
The men bickered back and forth, all the while twisting and rubbing my erect clit together like the best of friends. The mere fact that this body of mine could serve as their idle amusement was already the highest honor I could ask for.
An honor, yes, but still…!
"Hnghhaaaaahh!! Nngh, oooohhh♥ My clit's gonna break!! My clit's gonna get wrecked! Aahh, let me cum! Please make my pussy cum!! I'm begging youuuu!!!!"
Pleasure so insane it threatened to snap my mind in half sent my hips thrashing wildly as I begged for climax. I knew I shouldn't. I was supposed to be considerate — to hold still so the men could play with my clit-dick at their leisure. But I was a useless, pathetic pussy-slut, hopelessly weak to pleasure, and I didn't even have the composure for that most basic courtesy.
Though perhaps I should have been grateful. To the men, this disgraceful display of mine apparently made for a pretty entertaining, ridiculous spectacle.
"Look at her flopping around. She's got the life force of a freshly caught tuna. Sluts like this one tend to have a surprisingly tight squeeze, you know."
"They said she was a rookie, but she's got some real promise. The last one completely lost the ability to speak. This one still has her wits about her and she's even talking. Impressive, honestly."
Ah. Danger.
I'd just been praised by a man.
I'd already been teetering on the edge, and the boundless glory of a man's compliment sent my pussy preparing to climax. The drug was designed to block a clit orgasm — but any other kind of orgasm was another matter entirely…!
"You little—!"
—Smack!!—
"Hnghiiih!?!"
A palm cracked against my ass and the orgasm recoiled, vanishing in an instant. If that hand had belonged to a man, the slap would have been the finest reward imaginable, a prize that only pushed me closer to the edge. Unfortunately, the fucking bitch who'd just spanked me was Lavina.
"That little piss-hole of yours was twitching. You were about to cum without permission, weren't you? That's a no-no. A man hasn't even given you leave, and you were going to climax on your own? Have you even stopped to think about why we injected your clit with an orgasm-blocking drug?"
This fucking bitch…! She was spouting nothing but airtight logic, so I had no comeback — but listening to her preach from the perfectly safe sidelines made my blood boil all the same.
"Heh heh, you're always so strict with the pussy-sluts, Lavina."
"Pussies tearing into each other isn't exactly news."
"Awwwn~♥ Whatever do you mean~? I was simply doing my duty as her senior! Just putting a little fire into this useless pussy-slut so she can actually function as a Female Slave, that's all~?"
Lavina fawned over the men with every ounce of coquetry she had, twisting both arms together in a shameless little display. And she was years older than me, the bitch!
"Heh heh. You really think that's going to put any fire into her? Pussy-sluts are always too soft about this stuff. If you actually want to discipline one, you've gotta do it like this!"
As he said it, the man dropped his thick cock right onto my face with a heavy thud.
Ahh. Cock… cock… From the rank, fishy stench of cunt rolling off it, it had clearly just been buried inside some fucking bitch's pussy. But as if a stench like that from some worthless slut could possibly suppress a pussy's instincts. I was already leaking slick, and just holding back the urge to cum had me at my limit.
"Hhhss, haaah, haaah, c-coooock~ Aahh…"
I thrashed my hips, half-forgetting I'd even been begging for it, and stuck my tongue out as far as it would go, straining to reach His Cock. Needless to say, the man was in no hurry to grant me the privilege.
"Hey now, what do you think you're doing, you dumb bitch? When did I say you could suck my cock? Is a pussy supposed to just start sucking dick without permission?"
"Hweh!? I-I'm s-sorreee…"
"This is training. Discipline. For a pussy-slut, patience is just as important as cock-sucking technique. Until I say it's okay, don't you even think about putting that tongue on my dick."
Harsh.
And that was exactly why it carried such authority.
Unnecessary kindness toward women was never the answer. Pussies were animals that existed to serve cock, and if you didn't remind them of that on a regular basis, the bitches would forget their place and start acting up in no time. Only a rational man — one whose judgment never clouded with pointless sympathy — could project this kind of dignity.
So cool♥
"Aahn♥ You're truly magnificent! Nothing educates a pussy-slut quite like a man's cock, does it? Look at that pathetic face, desperately holding herself back from sucking dick… isn't she just adorable?"
Having said her piece, Lavina injected yet another drug into my tits.
"H-hngh?!"
I moaned at the sudden, swelling fullness in my breasts, and Lavina explained in the most casual voice imaginable.
"Aaah, it's nothing much? This is a showcase, after all. It'd be such a bore for the gentlemen if things just fizzled out, wouldn't it? So I injected something with a little extra kick."
Something with a kick. What the hell did that even mean!?
I didn't need to ask. My tits were ballooning tighter by the second, throbbing as if they were about to erupt with something any moment now.
Th-this is… don't tell me…?!
"Would you give her clit-dick a good hard yank? You'll get a very funny little show out of it."
"Ohh? Like this?"
Goaded on by Lavina, the man cheerfully seized my clitoris and ripped it upward with all his strength.
Even through that staggering shock, I couldn't climax. My body had a lock on it, courtesy of the drug — I was never going to be allowed the happiness of orgasm that easily. Instead, my body screamed in its own way, blasting the fluid from my tits like magma.
"B-breast milkkk?! I-I haven't even, I haven't even gotten pregnant yeeet!!?"
"Oh my? The idea that you have to be pregnant to produce milk is such a narrow-minded prejudice. You're a Female Slave. If a gentleman wants to watch you go into heat while spraying milk like an idiot, you should be ready to do it at any time, shouldn't you?"
That was sound logic!
It was the obvious truth!
But people still needed a little mental preparation!!
…Ah. Right. Come to think of it, a Female Slave wasn't a person. I was just a toy, and all that mattered was that the men enjoyed playing with me.
Why did I keep forgetting that? Ahahahaha.
"Huh, that's kinda neat. I've seen lactation drugs plenty of times, but this one's linked to her clit instead of her nipples? It sprays every time you wring the clit."
—Sqeeeeeze~—
"Nngyaaaaah!?!?!?♥"
The man twisted my clitoris upward, and milk gushed from my tits as if he'd just cranked open a faucet.
In doujinshi, spraying milk was often used as a metaphor for orgasm… but reality was cruel. Milk and climax had absolutely nothing to do with each other! If anything, every time milk leaked from my already-throbbing nipples, a desperate craving boiled up in me — I wanted someone to twist and wring my tits until I came.
"Want to try a taste, just as an experiment?"
"Hm? Breast milk's a little gamey for me… eh, it's Lavina asking. I'll give it a shot!"
At Lavina's urging, the man latched onto my teat like a baby and sucked hard. I nearly came again and held it back through sheer grit. Danger, danger, danger!!
"Oh? What's this? It tastes like banana?"
"Heheheh, delicious, isn't it? Some gentlemen don't care for that gamey flavor, so I did a little pharmaceutical remodeling. This should make breast milk much more approachable and really lower the hurdle for lactation play."
"Nice. Is banana the only flavor, though?"
"I knew you'd ask — ta-dah! We've also got chocolate and strawberry!"
Chocolate milk, banana milk, strawberry milk.
At this point I might as well have been a dairy cow. And I didn't feel the slightest bit uncomfortable about that. If anything, I was grateful. If they were going to put my body to such effective use, how could I not be delighted as a female?
There was just one thing — just one thing this hopelessly immature pussy wished for. That this orgasm-denial hell would end, even a little bit sooner.
"Heheheh, you really worked so hard~ Thanks to you, the gentlemen all seemed quite satisfied. The Sweetened Milk Formula in particular got even better reviews than I'd hoped~ I'd call the showcase a roaring success. It's all thanks to you, Astera. Thank you~♥"
"I-I-it was nothing… nngooooooohhhhh!!!!♥"
"Oh my, oh my~♡ You just had a hands-free pussy orgasm with your hands and feet still tied? I heard you were Tissue rank, but you're more impressive than I expected. Still holding onto your sanity, too. You're going to go far, kiddo~"
Lavina looked down at me with something that wasn't quite admiration. Honestly, I didn't have the bandwidth to be happy about every little compliment. I'd held back a pussy orgasm for so long my brain was about to short-circuit. If I didn't vent this backlog of climax the moment the men were gone, it might actually be dangerous. In a state like that, a hands-free orgasm wasn't anything special.
"There, there. I'll rub your pussy for you, so just calm down, okay? My, my~ Your pussy juice is all thick and sticky. Perfect for wrapping around a cock."
Lavina dug into my itching pussy as she praised me, and every scrap of ill will I'd been holding toward her melted away like spring snow. A proper Female Slave wasn't just physically ruined — her heart had to be ruined too.
"Nnh, nnh♥ Haaaahh, thank you. Th-that's, more importantly…"
"The memory-replacement drug, right? Of course I have it ready. Seven doses, as a reward for a successful showcase."
Lavina gave the potion bottles a little shake, and I finally managed to breathe again. I couldn't exactly call getting toyed with and made a spectacle of in front of men "hard work" — but a promised payment was a promised payment.
With this, I'd taken a major step forward in that fucking bitch's re-education.
Next up: magic training!