Not until after discovering the wonders of anal stimulation

Her attention was drawn to a third bottle she hadn't noticed before - a crystal container labeled TENSION RELIEF filled with what appeared to be body oil, its contents shimmering with an iridescent quality similar to the shampoo. Her lower back had been aching for days, a constant reminder of the uncomfortable chair in her own ship's cockpit. The thought of working some oil into those sore muscles was too tempting to resist.

She dispensed a generous amount into her palm, admiring how the oil caught the light. Unlike the lotion, this had a thinner consistency, though it still clung to her skin rather than running off immediately. The scent was subtly different - that same base note, but with something spicy and pleasant over top it.

Starting at the base of her spine, she worked the oil into her lower back with firm, circular motions. The effect was immediate - a spreading warmth that penetrated deep into her aching muscles. The oil seemed to warm further with friction, creating a pleasant heat that radiated outward from her touch.

"God, that's good," she sighed, working her thumbs deeper into the persistent knot at the base of her spine. The oil made her hands glide perfectly over her skin, reducing friction while somehow increasing the effectiveness of her impromptu massage.

As she leaned forward to reach a particularly stubborn spot, she felt a trickle of the warm oil run down the cleft of her buttocks. She straightened quickly, but it was too late - the oil had already slipped between her cheeks, trailing a path of tingling warmth.

She froze as the oil made contact with her most private opening. Instead of discomfort, a shock of unexpected pleasure radiated outward from that forbidden point of contact. The sensation was so intense, so unexpected, that she gasped aloud, her hand instinctively moving to the small of her back as if to catch any more oil.

"What the hell?" she whispered, confused by her body's reaction. She'd never given much thought to that part of her anatomy, certainly had never considered it a source of pleasure. The idea of touching herself there had always seemed vaguely taboo, not something girls who weren't total sluts did.

But as the oil continued to warm against her sensitive flesh, she found herself curious. The tingling had settled into a persistent, not unpleasant sensation that seemed to be intensifying rather than fading. Almost without conscious decision, her hand drifted lower, fingers sliding between her cheeks.

The first tentative touch against her puckered opening sent another jolt of pleasure through her. Her fingertip circled the sensitive ring, the oil creating a perfect glide that eliminated any friction. The taboo nature of what she was doing only seemed to heighten her response, making her breath catch.

"I shouldn't..." she murmured, even as her finger continued its exploration. The oil had made the tight ring of muscle surprisingly receptive, and she found herself applying the slightest pressure, testing its resistance. To her shock, her body seemed eager to yield, the tip of her finger slipping just inside with almost no effort.

The sensation was unlike anything she'd experienced before - a fullness that somehow created an answering emptiness in her pussy. She pulled back slightly, then pressed forward again, marveling at how easily her body accepted the intrusion now. The oil continued to work its magic, the warming sensation intensifying as she worked more of her finger inside.

Curiosity and growing arousal drove her deeper. She found herself bending forward, her free hand bracing against the shower wall as she explored this new territory. The position opened her further, making it easier to reach, and she was shocked to find herself slipping a second finger alongside the first.

The stretch burned slightly, but in a way that only heightened her pleasure. Her pussy was dripping now, responding to the indirect stimulation with surprising intensity. Each small movement of her fingers seemed to create corresponding pulses between her legs, building a pressure that begged for release.

Almost without thinking, she found herself lowering to her knees, her ass raised in the air as she reached behind herself. The position felt primal, shameful - and incredibly arousing. She worked her fingers deeper, finding a spot inside that made her whole body jerk when she pressed against it.

"Oh god," she gasped, her forehead resting against the cool tile floor. Her other hand slipped between her legs, finding her clit swollen and **** for attention. The dual stimulation was overwhelming - her fingers working in and out of her ass while her other hand circled her clit with increasing urgency.

The pleasure built rapidly, far faster than she would have thought possible. There was something about the forbidden nature of what she was doing, the surprising intensity of the sensations, that pushed her toward the edge with startling speed. Her fingers moved faster, driving deeper, as her other hand worked her clit with **** need.

When the orgasm hit, it took her completely by surprise. It started deep inside, radiating outward in waves that seemed to encompass her entire body. She cried out, unable to contain the sound as pleasure crashed through her in pulses that seemed to go on and on. Her ass clenched rhythmically around her fingers, each contraction sending fresh sparks through her oversensitized nerves.

As the aftershocks finally subsided, reality came crashing back. She was on her knees on the floor of her prisoner's bathroom, ass in the air, fingers buried inside herself in the most shameful way she could imagine. Embarrassment flooded through her as she carefully withdrew her fingers, wincing slightly at the unfamiliar sensation.

"What the hell just happened?" she whispered to herself, slowly rising on shaky legs. Her body still tingled from the intensity of her orgasm, and she could feel the oil continuing to work its magic on her sensitive flesh. She turned the shower back on, this time making it quick and efficient as she cleaned herself thoroughly.

It was only when she finally stepped out and reached for a towel that she realized there weren't any. The realization hit her like a bucket of cold water - she would have to make her way back to her pod completely naked, still glistening with water and oil.

"Perfect," she muttered, glaring around the luxurious bathroom. Of course there wouldn't be towels - why would a sex trafficker need them when he probably had slaves to pat him dry? The thought brought her crashing back to reality, reminding her of exactly who owned this ship and all its decadent amenities.

Gathering her courage, she cracked the bathroom door open and peered out. The corridor was mercifully empty, the directional lights still pulsing softly to guide her back to her pod. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out, leaving her ruined clothes behind.

Each step was an exercise in hyperawareness - of her nakedness, of the lingering sensitivity between her legs, of the unfamiliar looseness she now felt. The cool air of the corridor raised goosebumps across her skin, making her nipples tighten painfully. By the time she reached her pod, she was shivering, though whether from cold or the aftermath of her experience, she couldn't quite tell.

The pod opened automatically to welcome her, and she practically dove inside, grateful for its warmth and privacy. As the surface conformed to her body, she felt a strange mixture of shame and lingering pleasure. What had come over her? She'd never even considered that part of her body as a source of pleasure before, had certainly never imagined herself doing... that.

She curled onto her side, trying to process what had happened. The pod's gentle warmth enveloped her, and she found herself drifting despite her confusion. Whatever had been in that oil had clearly affected her judgment, she decided sleepily. That was the only explanation for such uncharacteristic behavior.

As sleep claimed her, she tried to push away the traitorous thought that whispered through her mind - that whatever had been in the oil, her body's response had been entirely her own.