[Mission Failure Penalty] Helplessly Cumming for 24 Hours with Egg Vibrators Crushing My Nipples···♡

For a full twenty-four hours, egg vibrators would be fitted to both of my nipples. If this body of mine — already wound to a painful, twitching sensitivity — were ravaged by those things from one end of the day to the other, my mind would come apart. It would melt. No: it would go further than melting. Wouldn't I end up floundering in pleasure, hungering all on my own for something even worse?

I was clutching my head in despair, my face hanging toward the floor, when it happened.

Clunk.

I whipped my head toward the sound. The dildo that had been sitting on the desk during the Stage 2 mission only moments ago had been drawn out of my pussy, soaked through with my juices, and was now rolling about beside the bed. The desk, of course, stood empty.

As if it had been waiting for that exact instant, the wall whispered open. The desk slid back into the dark, then emerged again. On the once-bare surface, two egg vibrators sat waiting, placed there as though they had every right to be.

Beeeeeep.

Once more the mechanical tone spilled from the speaker, and then—

Ah. So I was to put them on myself, then. Well — at least I wasn't going to be knocked unconscious and wake up already wearing them. That, I suppose, was a mercy. But more to the point—

"A t-time limit, you say...?"

On top of the fact that I had just made myself cum by thrusting into my own pussy, I was now about to lose the money I had barely managed to earn. That sounded rather like something a whore selling her body would say, but — ah. This was hardly the time for idle thoughts.

I jerked my upper body upright on the bed in a rush. I had just pushed up from the corner of the mattress, meaning to run for the desk, when—

"Eek...!"

I stepped in the puddle of juices I had spilled from my pussy while working myself on the dildo, and went down in a heap. The slick I had made clung sticky and warm to my ass.

"Nngh..."

I really didn't have a scrap of luck, did I. The floor I had caught myself on with my hands was a pool of my own fluids. Grimacing, I lifted my fingers. The juices gleamed, stretching in thin, shining threads between them. A smell rose off my skin — sour and sweet, mixed together — and it was far too lewd. No. It was far too filthy.

"Ugh, I think something's going strange inside my head..."

I glanced about, but there was nowhere to wipe my hands. In the end I smeared them off, roughly, on the bedsheets that were already soaked through with the same mess. Remaining time: 04:00.

I planted my hands and pushed myself up, and felt the puddle I had been sitting in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠draw out in a thin strand from between my ass cheeks.

"Uugh... what is this..."

My thighs and backside were glazed in the juices I had spilled myself; that clinging, slippery sensation stuck to me with a kind of obscene patience. The shame of it made me want to sink down where I was and bury my face — but the timer read 03:55, and the numbers ticking downward pressed in on me like a hand at my throat. Miserable as I looked, there was nothing to be done about it.

I grabbed my spinning head, did my best to ignore the juices smeared thick across my ass and thighs, and managed at last to get my feet under me. I ran for the desk. Up close, I made myself look at the egg vibrators with as much indifference as I could muster. I hadn't noticed from across the room, but two strips of black tape lay beside them. So that was how I was meant to pin the things to my nipples.

My whole face burned. My hands shook as I picked one up. Even the shape of it — round, smooth — seemed to give off something indecent. 03:30.

I stripped off my bra and threw it aside. I looked down. Perched on those soft, yielding mounds were two dainty little nipples. I swallowed.

I stuck one end of the tape to an egg vibrator and brought it to my right nipple.

"Hieet...♡"

The chill of the toy was one thing. The mere fact of it touching my nipple was enough to send a sharp, electric jolt through my whole body. But I had no time to hesitate over a glancing sensation. If I refused, I would simply lose the fifty thousand won I had worked so wretchedly to earn.

I pressed the egg vibrator down hard.

"Nngh...♡"

A moan slipped out of me. The sting rising from my nipple made my hands tremble, but I held the vibrator firmly in place and rubbed the black tape down hard over the skin of my breast until it was sealed there.

"Haaah... haauh..."

I panted, and did the same to the left — crushing the second egg vibrator against that nipple, pinning it under black tape.

"Uugh...♡"

The feeling of the tape biting the vibrators tight against my chest was strange in a way I had no name for.

"Heaah...♡"

The adhesive tugged at the skin of my breasts with a maddening little pull, and my legs nearly went out from under me before I caught myself. 02:15. The numbers on the timer stopped in front of my eyes. Somehow, inside the limit, I had managed to get both egg vibrators attached.

"Haaah... well. They're on, at least..."

I was a sight past all reason. Juices I had spilled myself hung in strands from my thighs and ass, and from both of my stiffly standing nipples the egg vibrators jutted in lewd little bulges, crushed in place by black tape.

As if it had been waiting for that, the speaker let out its cold mechanical tone once more.

Beeeeeep.

"Haaah... thank goodness..."

The fact that the fifty thousand won had not been taken from me brought a thin wash of relief — and then—

"Ah... I'm in real trouble now..."

The announcement had barely died when a dull, heavy drone began to rise from the egg vibrators stuck to my chest. I tried to pull my bra back on. At the very least I wanted to hide the things clinging to my breasts — but they did not even give me that much of a gap.

Vrrrrrr.

"Hyaaaaah...!♡"

The violent stimulation against my nipples tore a lewd moan out of me before I could stop it, and my whole upper body twisted. W-wait. What? The stimulation was far stronger than I had expected — but the egg vibrators, wretchedly enough, had no intention of waiting for me to collect myself.

Vrrrrn.

"Nnnngh...♡ Hyaaaaangh...!♡"

Vrrrrrrr.

"Ah, I can't—♡ Nngh...!♡"

Vrrrrrrrrr.

"Hiek...♡ Hyaaaaangh...♡ M-my chest is at its limiit...♡ it's trembling so haaard...♡ Uwaaaangh...!♡"

Vrrrrrrrrrrr.

"Aaangh...♡ A-nngh...♡ the vibraations are t-too strooong...♡ haaangh...!♡"

Vrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

"Hyaaaaangh...♡ the t-tingling wooon't stooop...♡ hieet...!♡"

Vrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

"Twenty-four hooours of this tiiingling...♡ haauh...♡ my braaain is really going to meeelt awaaay...!♡"

The pleasure crashing up from nipples pushed past every limit I had, and my reason snapped clean through. Every time those tape-crushed nipples shuddered like things gone mad, an unbearable heat boiled up from deep in my lower body. Juices kept bursting out from between my legs in thick, sudden gushes. My thin panties were past merely wet; I could feel the sticky fluid running in long lines down my thighs. I could not hold it. I could not endure a pleasure that felt as though it would dissolve the inside of my skull.

"Aaaauh...♡ I'm cuuumiing...♡ I'm—♡ I'm cuuumiiing...!♡"

My back arched white as a drawn bow. My whole body, strung tight as wire, began ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to shudder under the force of a violent climax. The strength went out of me so completely I could not have moved a single finger, and my legs folded, dropping me onto the floor where my juices had pooled thick and clinging.

I trembled through the aftershocks with my head thrown back and my eyes rolled white — but even after the orgasm had broken, the egg vibrators stuck to my chest did not stop.

Vrrrrrr.

"Uuuuugh...♡ Uwoooooh...!♡"

A huge, grinding pulse of vibration drove into breasts that had only just climaxed, and were now so sensitive they felt raw.

"Nngiiih...♡ I'm—♡ I'm cuuumiiing agaaain...!♡"

In the grip of a dry orgasm that would not end, my hole gushed a second time, juices fountaining out of me.

"Uweh...♡ heuk...♡ eooooh...!♡"

Climax after climax rolled through me without a pause. My whole body shook, and then went past shaking: my limbs began to convulse as if in a fit. My body went beyond merely feeling wrong. Even that lewd pleasure was growing familiar, as though I had already been trapped inside an endless tide of it for hours.

I could not have said how much time passed. By the time even my senses had gone distant and faint, I was simply sitting slumped on the floor in front of the desk, my head lolling to one side, drool running from my mouth.

"Nngh... uugh..."

It felt as though the inside of my skull had been scraped hollow. This was bad. I tried to plant my hands and stand, but there was no strength in them, and I kept slipping.

"Nngh..."

The aftershocks kept coming, and my eyes were sinking shut — but I could not fall asleep here, not on a floor ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠glazed with my own juices. Somehow I got both hands down and dragged myself onto all fours. This was no time to fuss over dignity. I crawled like a dog, leaving a long, viscous trail of everything that had run down my body, and I crawled toward the bathroom. All I wanted was to wash, at the very least.

But my vision dimmed, and my eyelids sank shut under their own weight.

Flop.

In the end I collapsed right there on the cold floor.