Stronger Than I Imagined
After hanging her holster and belt over the back of the chair, Celestin wriggled and grunted her way out of her chaps as well. Left in nothing but her hot pants and panties, she stared down at her lower half, lost in thought.
"This is my first time, though. Won't the stimulation be too intense? Even on my nipples it was so overwhelming I nearly jumped out of my skin. Jumping straight to my privates would be far too bold..."
It wasn't as though she'd never masturbated before. Celestin was a woman with a perfectly healthy sex drive, and whenever the heat became too much to bear she had always, in secret, taken care of herself with her own hands. But using a human tool — a device created for the sole purpose of processing sexual desire — was an entirely different matter.
And she had already gotten a taste. The shockingly electric jolt through her nipples had been far beyond anything she had imagined. Pressing this unknown instrument against an erogenous zone every bit as sensitive as her nipples... of course she was agonizing over it. The mere fact that it was a human masturbation toy was already enough to leave her unbearably aroused. And now she was going to use it on her own body?
"I'll get addicted. I just know it. The proof is right here — I only pressed it to my nipples for a second, and even now they're going nnngh... standing up so stiff, begging for more. If I put this against my pussy, I'll never be able to satisfy myself with ordinary masturbation again."
Until now, rubbing with her fingers had been enough. But once she tasted stimulation by vibration, she would surely need something just as intense the next time around.
"If I get addicted, I won't be able to pull myself back out."
For a moment she considered stopping right then and there. Something flickered through her mind, though, and she shook her head hard before lifting her hips and tugging her hot pants and panties down just a little.
"F-for the sake of exploring the unknown, one must be prepared to make certain sacrifices. Besides, I — I, Celestin — becoming addicted to masturbation just from playing around with a cheap little gadget a few times? The odds of that happening are one in a millio—nh."
Of course, the shame was settling in quite faithfully. Here she was, lying on her bed in the middle of a bright afternoon — not even the dead of night while her human slave slept — practically naked, about to masturbate. And last of all, those pink nipples standing so proudly atop her enormous breasts, as if already looking forward to what came next... the sight filled her with such humiliation that she flailed her arms and legs and let out a shriek.
"Th-this is all that monkey's fault! All of it! Why should I have to feel shame over something like this?! It's because that monkey picked this thing up!"
Why, of all the things he could have scavenged, did it have to be this? Why did it have to go and pique her curiosity?!
Bzzzzzzz— bzzzzzzz—
And as if to prove it really was something a monkey had dragged home, the vibrator kept buzzing away with shameless persistence even as she trembled with humiliation — as if to say, enough already, just let me taste that pussy.
Celestin wanted nothing more than to hurl it out the window that instant. But she couldn't bring herself to throw away such a rare opportunity to study humanity's masturbatory practices and the culture that had grown from them. With a limp sigh, she set it back down on the bed.
"The object itself is innocent. I can always smash it later, once I've fully determined its purpose and functions. Hahh..."
If there was a silver lining, it was that she had started this research while he was out of the house. Far better to shiver alone in shame like this than to attempt it while that annoyingly sharp-eared monkey was still inside — and risk him catching her in this mortifying state. A hundred times better. A thousand.
"Well then. I've got my writing implements ready, so I'll just get star—nnngh?!"
Bzzzzzzzz—
As gently as a leaf settling to the ground after drifting on the wind, she laid the pink vibrator atop her nipple — and another sharp, high cry tore from her throat as her body shuddered.
"I wasn't imagining it. The stimulation really is stronger than I thought...!"
Scritch, scritch—
She had braced herself for this, so even as she trembled she diligently recorded everything she observed and felt, filling the blank white page with her thoughts on the vibrator. She wasn't so petty as to hide behind the excuse of "pursuing a new field of study" simply because what she was doing was embarrassing.
Bzzzzzzz—
"Haahnn, judging by the rounded shape, it doesn't appear to be intended for rubbing, the way a massage wand would be. And given the weight of the device, its purpose is to deliver continuous vibratory stimulation to one's sensitive erogenous zones in order to obtain sexual plea—nnngh!"
As she faithfully wrote down everything she was feeling, Celestin's hips lifted slightly off the bed.
"U-usage will vary depending on the individual, but those who, like this author, are especially sensitive in the nipples should take care regarding the time and place of—haaah♡"
Wait a second. Isn't this similar to what I did with Mr. Monkey on the train last time...?!
That day she had willingly offered her own body for her ailing slave's sake. She had massaged his face with her breasts, even let him nurse at them when he complained of a lack of maternal affection. And that version of herself had also been writing down everything she felt on a blank white page, just as undressed as she was now.
"No! If I start thinking those filthy thoughts... my vivid imagination is going to run wild...!"
For instance: what if it weren't a vibrator teasing her nipple, but his soft, flickering tongue? She found herself involuntarily recalling the sensation of his face crushed against her chest. What she had felt then versus what she was feeling now. Without meaning to, she started comparing which was better, which was more intense — and even calculating what she would need to push the stimulation even further.
"If he were the one using this tool to toy with me... my body would already be pinned helplessly beneath his, and I'd be nnngh, completely at Mr. Monkey's mercy as he teased my breasts and nipples at the same ti—♡"
Would a mere slave dare do such a thing to his exalted mistress? Perhaps not. But the human slave she knew would absolutely seize on the slightest opening she gave him and come after her body. Of that she was certain.
"And if I'd gotten even more swept up in the mood back then, I'd be spreading my legs for him right this very...!"
She pictured her human slave looking at her as a breeding partner, scheming to drive that monstrous cock of his inside her. Pictured herself pinned beneath him, gasping, taking him in. With glazed eyes she calculated the perverse pleasure she would receive — then jerked violently and shot up from the bed.
"Wh-wh-wh-wh-what am I even saying?! Me, offering my body to a monkey?! That's— that's bestiality! Bestiality! Even if it's for the sake of scholarship, surrendering my purity to a monkey like that — even imagining something so grotesque!"
It was all because of this. This vibrator. It had made her have those filthy thoughts.
But she couldn't throw it away. This was precious research material. Something recovered from a dungeon — possibly one of a kind in the entire world. No matter how furious she was, surrendering to emotion and destroying it was something a scholar must never do.
In the end, unable to decide what to do with it, she just clutched it in trembling hands. Then she felt something strange beneath her. She lifted her hips slightly and checked the blanket.
"Ah...?!"
When did that happen?!
A small stain on the blanket. A damp patch centered around her ass and crotch. The face she had only just managed to calm down flushed hot again — as molten as iron fresh from the forge, just like the space between her legs.
"Th-this really is a terrifying device. Humans created toys this lewd just to enjoy their sex lives — no wonder they multiplied in such staggering numbers!"
She couldn't possibly admit that her own filthy fantasies had caused this, so she treated the innocent vibrator like a possessed object and flung it onto the bed. But only for a moment. She soon found herself looking down at both the discarded toy and her own crotch. Even she seemed to find it mortifying; she cleared her throat and, ever so sneakily, reached out to retrieve the vibrator.
"I... I still haven't tested it on anything but my nipples. I-if I want to understand this object's true danger, I should press it against an erogenous zone on par with my nipples, shouldn't I? There's no other reason!"
And with that, Celestin flopped back onto the bed and, with a hand every bit as unsteady as the vibrator itself, slowly guided it down between her golden pubic hair.
Meanwhile, Iceman was still locked in a desperate struggle with the Tomatoes.