A survey of Blaire's inventions

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

Blaire stands timidly in the center of her lab, waiting for you to get on with your experiment which will obviously consist of nothing but humiliating her under the guise of science. You, standing next to her, can’t help but salivate as you browse the various options on her tablet. This girl invented all of these? She’s definitely a pervert!

“Uh, Emilia? Do you need help? I can explain things if it’s too complicated for your uneducated brain to understand…” Blaire offers.

Amazing. She seems to realize that you’re mad, but she still keeps saying what she thinks about your intelligence as though it couldn’t possibly cause any problems. “I can understand it just fine,” you fire back. “I’m just taking my time deciding how to turn you into a dripping, moaning, slutty mess like you did to me yesterday. For science.”

“Oh. In that case, I might have some slightly bad news for you.”

Eyes half-lidded in exasperation, you ask, “What is it? Are your machines designed not to fuck their creator or something?”

“It’s not that, it’s just, well… As the Head of Research for Female Biology and Sexuality, I have an unrivaled level of knowledge about the female orgasm. All the physiological manifestations of sexual pleasure, how various mental states contribute to arousal, and all kinds of other facts that dumber people couldn’t learn in a hundred years. In addition, I have a perfect memory of every function available to each and every toy I’ve developed, so it would be impossible to create any sense of novelty. I can already anticipate what every device is capable of and control my body accordingly.”

You continue staring at Blaire, no more impressed now than you were before her speech on what a brilliant, prodigious sex scientist she is. “So what you’re saying is, no matter which of these toys I stick in you, it won’t be able to make you feel good, much less cum?”

“Yes, essentially.”

“And the reason is because you already know everything about sex toys and orgasms?”

“Correct.”

“Not because you’ve already sampled them yourself and experienced the pleasure firsthand?”

This question seems to bring back a bit of Blaire’s peppy spirit. “That’s right! There’s no fun for me in just pleasuring myself. I want to see the fruits of my efforts reflected back at me by all the girls who descend into mindmelting pleasure. Besides, designing the toy takes all the mystery out of it, so I wouldn’t get much gratification in the first place.”

“So you’ve never tried one of your own sex toy inventions?”

“Nope. Not once!”

……This is gonna be even more fun than you thought.

With a gleeful grin, you mash the button to strip her out of her clothes. A green beam shoots out of the floor, and the next moment, Blaire is completely naked save her black-rimmed glasses. Removing her lab coat is like sheering the wool off a sheep. Her petite body is sleek and smooth, but her nicely-sized handfuls squish together lewdly as she covers herself with her hands and blushes with embarrassment. It’s a thrill to see this happy-go-lucky scientist finally put on the back foot.

“E-Emilia? Could I stay clothed for this experiment? I feel naked without my lab coat. I-I mean, moreso than just the literal nudity.”

“Did I get to stay clothed when I was getting bent over and milked like a cow?”

“Nooo…” Blaire drones disappointedly. Suddenly, she gets another burst of energy. “Ooh, I know! Instead of wasting your time trying and failing to make me orgasm a bunch, why don’t you pick out a toy of your liking and I can set the machine up to use it on you! You like feeling good, right? That’s what my inventions are for! It’s the perfect reward for winning a hardfought battle!”

You could get drunk on the desperation coming from the helpless scientist as she covers herself bashfully. She’s even shaking like a leaf. “Blaire?” you say sternly. “Do you realize you’re in trouble? Do you realize how mad you’ve made me?”

You can see the sweat start to drip down her face as she struggles to keep smiling. “Vaguely…”

You respond by tapping the tablet, producing another pillar of green light. When it clears, Blaire is lying flat on her back atop a cushioned table. Her arms are stretched above her head and bound to the table, while her legs are pulled into perfect splits. Both her holes sit right at the edge of the table, perfectly accessible. “Ready?” you tease.

“R-Ready to feel nothing, I suppose. Please just let me put my clothes back on soon…”

After surveying your options on the electronic screen, your eyes fall on a long device with a big, gray bulb at the end. The description says it vibrates intensely, intended for outer stimulation… That sounds like some good foreplay for what’s to come. You make your selection, and a mechanical arm quickly extends out of the floor holding your selected device. You yank the wand out of the hand with a coarse, “Gimme that.” You have no intention of letting some machine steal the satisfaction of breaking this girl.

Meanwhile, Blaire lightly giggles. “That thing? It doesn’t even go inside. I even remember the exact frequencies I programmed it to. Are you sure you don’t need some- ah…”

As you set the toy to Low and press it against her lower lips, Blaire goes speechless. Her cute, condescending mouth gradually stretches into an O-shape, and in less than ten seconds, she lets out a cute, girly moan. Then again, and again.

“*AH!* H-Hey Emilia, time out? Please?”

Wow, she caved like wet paper mache. “What’s wrong? I thought you wouldn’t feel a thing?”

“I j-just *AH* I d-didn’t think-” she stutters, voice trembling.

“You didn’t think? But you’re so smart! You think of everything!”

Blaire quickly realizes she won’t get any mercy from you, so she starts trying to struggle out of her bindings instead. She’s not any stronger than you, so she’s not any more capable of breaking steel. You can’t even hide your laughter as she lies there, so weak and aroused from her own invention on its lowest setting. It hasn’t even been a minute and her pitiful pussy is already making a puddle on the floor. All that supposed brainpower hasn’t granted her even the slightest defense against lewdness.

“T-Too *AH* much! The highest setting is too much! Emilia, t-turn it *AH* off!” she pleads.

“But Blaire, it’s only on Low! Here, let me help you enjoy the full fruits of your efforts.”

You set it to Medium, long before she’s even gotten accustomed to the lowest setting, which elicits an immediate squeal from your disgraceful subject. Watching sweat form on her skin as she fights for her life against an orgasm is way too cute. You can’t keep your hands off her. You cup and massage her breast in one hand while you gently slide the wand up and down the length of her pulsating pussy, careful not to touch her clit yet. As you roll her nipple with your thumb, it quickly turns as hard as a rock. Geez, all you’re doing is giving her a little outercourse and some groping, but her body is acting like she’s getting absolutely ravaged beyond her wildest comprehension. She must be incredibly aroused if this level of stimulation already has her on the edge. She’s leaking everywhere, moaning so loudly, and tensing up her entire lower body.

“You’re about to cum, aren’t you?” you taunt. “Even though you know everything about orgasms? Why don’t you just resist it?”

“It’s harder! Than I *THOUGHT*! It’s really *HARD*, and *BUZZING*, and oh Emilia please *STOP*!”

You set the wand to High and press it straight into her clit. Time for some fireworks. Blaire whines, “I don’t *AH* understand! Too *AH* intense! I’m gonna… I’M GONNA…! *ORGASM!!!*” Her moans quickly reach a high-pitched crescendo as an orgasm hits her before she can stop it. Love juices squirt generously out of her spasming cunt and get splashed everywhere by the vibrating wand, ensuring her thighs are soaked with sluttery because of her failure to endure. You can’t help but adore the look of bewilderment on her face, like she never thought she could end up cumming on the same machine as her dumb test subjects. You continue squeezing her boob and lightly running the buzzing bulb up and down her pussy as she moans and cums, not helped in the slightest by her “biological knowledge”.

As she hits her afterglow, you adjust the wand back down to Low. You smugly announce, “That was a really fast orgasm. What happened, Blaire? I thought you had perfect knowledge of the female orgasm. You weren’t supposed to cum no matter what I did.”

Blaire struggles to answer through deep, vocalized breaths. “I *huff* don’t get it. Why did it feel *huff* so good? I couldn’t *huff* even think…”

“It’s like that for every girl,” you respond. “What, did you think your pussy was special? You studied the entirety of female sexuality but you forgot that includes you? Stupid~.”

Blaire turns bright red with blush and turns away sheepishly, apparently very embarrassed when she’s the one getting called stupid, especially when her orgasm serves as evidence to support the claim. “I… I-I’m not stupid…”

You scoff. “Not stupid, huh? Imagine being so stupid that you thought you were immune to sex toys because you read some biology textbooks. Maybe that’s what this experiment is all about. Can we make Blaire cum so hard and so many times she turns stupid? Let’s find out! That should be a suitable punishment for calling me stupid so many times, right?”

Even though you’re calling her stupid so much, you have to admit that Blaire has very quickly learned how screwed she is. She begins looking around the room frantically and struggling harder against her bindings, all while making the sweetest appeals to your heartstrings. “I’m sorry if I upset you, Emilia! I always love your visits to my lab. Won’t you please forgive me? I’ll be so sad if you stay mad at me. We should be friends! Please?” She attempts her signature smile, but her distress and fear show on her hot and sweaty face, making it more arousing than heartwarming.