Blaire can, in fact, cum herself stupid

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

Amidst your subject’s winded pleas, you discard the wand and peruse the tablet for your next weapon of choice. You settle on a pair of anal beads, each bead bigger than the last. They all have textured bumps on them, too, but the special feature is what catches your eye the most.

You position the beads against Blaire’s ass, but surprisingly, the science girl breathes a sigh of relief. “Phew. At least I never climax from anal.” We’ll see about that. You apply a bit of pressure, and the beads begin stretching her asshole and waltzing inside like her body is public property. She opens her mouth, but takes the anal insertion wide-eyed and silently. Her toes clench more and more as each bead treats the ring of her ass like a trivial obstacle, easily ignored. Once her defenseless ass has been completely invaded, she barely croaks out the words, “Oh no… It’s… really good…”

Her confession is your cue to begin buttfucking her in earnest. The gentle pace from the initial insertion is nothing like the rough, vindictive speed you **** Blaire’s ass to endure. Despite the relatively swift thrusts in and out, you still make sure that each bead is prodded in and popped out individually, leaving barely discernible pauses in between. The speedy rhythm of Blaire’s ass getting snugly plugged and tugged seems like a bit too much for her to keep up with. Sweet moans slip out between her heavy, labored breaths which you easily recognize as the telltale signs of a girl trying her hardest not to cum. “Can’t *C-C-CUM* so fast… Th-This toy is… *HUFF* f-f-for girls with… low IQ… and sensitive *BUTTS!*” Your favorite part is watching the largest bead get pulled out of her, causing her to go limp for a second as she lets out a slutty little squeak sound. Then she tenses up once she’s empty, almost like she means to stop the beads from going back in. You’re not dissuaded, though. You stuff her backdoor again each time, making all the muscles below her waist twitch and shudder like crazy. You keep this up, over and over, until both her ass and pussy start twitching out of control. Is she…?

Blaire lets out a rough-but-adorable roar as she balls up her fists and whacks her knuckles lightly against the table. By letting out squirts of girlcum each time her ass is filled and conquered by the whole string of beads, she unwittingly joins the ranks of “girls with sensitive butts” who she once regarded as test subjects whose status she would never stoop to. “I’m cumming… from anal…” Blaire groans as her tongue rolls out of her mouth. God, she sounds so disappointed in herself. It’s awesome. You stroke her thigh affectionately as you continue plugging her spasming sphincter, forcing the walls of her asshole to continue stretching to accommodate her own creation.

“Already!?” you blurt. “Looks like you do cum from anal, after all. Low IQ girl~.”

“I knowwww…” Blaire whines desperately, still cumming hard. “Forgive meeee…”

Given her confidence that she wouldn’t cum from anal, you expected her to hold up better against a plain old beaded dildo. You didn’t even get to activate the fun part yet! Speaking of which… You press the button located on the handle of the beads.

As soon as you press it, the beads all buzz to life, vibrating so hard you can see the ripples emanating out to her asscheeks. “AHHH NOT THIS FUNCTION! TURN IT OFF! PLEASE!” Blaire shrilly cries. But it gets even better when you start sliding them in and out. You can see that each bead is rotating independently, and in alternating directions. The entire tunnel of Blaire’s smug scientist bottom is getting vibed and massaged straight to a level of ecstasy she’s never known before. Again, the adorable girl’s pussy squirts, this time in sympathetic climax from the technological domination of her cute, fuckable butt. The assgasm that had nearly subsided suddenly restarts in earnest, turning Blaire into a pitiful, howling whore as her legs shake like jelly. She said she doesn’t cum from anal? Pfft. What a joke. You decide to leave the beads in, twisting and buzzing, while you take a moment to admire your work.

Standing at the side of the table, you drink in Blaire’s miserable state. Sweaty and tired, hair sticking to the side of her face, breathing heavily and twitching all over. Her disheveled appearance only magnifies her cuteness, turning her into a small, pitiful, defenseless creature in need of rescue. Too bad she pissed off the only person in the room who could possibly rescue her. Instead of saving the poor girl, you run your hands all over her body. “Aren’t you cumming a little too much for such a smart girl?”

Blaire can barely answer between gasps and moans. “My body… won’t listen! It’s… impossible… not… to CUM!” Another orgasm grips her body and shakes it violently.

“Uh-oh, are you cumming again? Your cuteness might be working against you here. If you keep having such adorable orgasms, I might keep you cumming long after you’ve lost your mind.”

“PLEEEAAASE NO!” Blaire begs.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop myself…” you threaten, taking a handful of Blaire’s tits in each of your hands and mauling them spitefully. “After all, I’m pretty stupid. I might not know when to stop.”

Blaire screams, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry I called you stupid! You’re really smart at making me cum! W-Wait, my boobs are too sensitive after cumming! You shouldn’t squeeze *THEM!*”

Blaire cums again, clenching her teeth in a failed attempt to endure the scientifically-calibrated anal stimulation combined with the thumbboxing you’re giving her nipples. You scoff at her pitiful, intellectually-deficient endurance. “Pfft. Wow, are you cumming again just from that? You got to feel me up for way longer when we first met. It’s probably best that you’re tits aren’t as big as mine. Even these premium mediums are too big and sensitive for a dumb, weak, orgasm-prone girl like you.”

You leave Blaire writhing in orgasm, ass still plugged and buzzing, as you pick out your final weapon from the tablet. Apparently this is a recent development of hers, but it looks fancy and fun. One more arm pops out of the ground, holding what looks like a pen light. You snatch the light away from it.

“Hey Blaire, do you know what this is?”

She looks up at you with bleary eyes, her glasses having come dislodged from one of her ears, but that doesn’t stop her from identifying what you’re holding. She goes wide-eyed with fear.

“Not that one. Please. I’m sorry. Save me. Help. I’m sorry. Please.” It’s like she’s stopped thinking, and is simply reciting all the phrases that typically earn sympathy for a cute girl like her. Useless.

You aim the pen at her pubic region, just above the clit, and press a button to fire a laser. The laser bears down on her g-spot, lighting it up with pleasure like a straight shock to her nervous system. Her whole body flexes inwards, as though to block the laser and guard her sensitive little bundle of pleasure sensors. Tragically for her, the bindings hold her tight as the light bullies her g-spot straight into a science-induced, squirting orgasm from her own invention. It’s so fast! This laser took her to heaven in just seconds! While she’s still in the throes of an intense orgasm, you shoot the laser at her left nipple, then the right. The little elitist’s eyes roll back and her tongue flops out. Her moans get the loudest you’ve heard them and they take on a sound of delirium, as though Blaire’s forgetting where she even is. You make the laser dance across her chest like a light show, all while her pussy squirts girlcum and her ass keeps shaking and buzzing from oppressive beads inside. She’s cumming so hard that you have to admire the huge puddle of pussy juices on the floor, created by none other than the girl who claimed she’d feel nothing when this all started.

You look down sadistically at Blaire as she lies there with a dumb, ****, and exhausted expression. You try out the laser on a few other spots like her side, her neck, her tongue, and obviously her thighs. She cums every single time. “You probably don’t even know what it’s like to have someone mad at you, do you? I bet you’ve gone through your whole life hiding behind that veneer of cuteness, huh?”

Blaire lets out the most whorish moan you’ve heard from her so far. Words are apparently beyond her.

“Is that why you go around insulting people straight to their faces? You can’t even imagine a world where that has consequences, can you? It’s all fun and games. You can say and do whatever you want as long as you do it with a heartwarming smile. But seriously… Being this cute, having such a weak body, and insulting me that many times without a shred of remorse? You were basically asking for it!”

“*I’M NOT ASKING FOR IIIIIT!!!*

Blaire wails her poor little “innocent” heart out as you fire the laser straight at her clit. She jolts so hard she would have flown off the table if not for the restraints, and her pussy responds in kind by cumming hard enough to spray a high-speed jet of slutty scientist girlcum across the lab. As the fruits of her scientific breakthrough flood into her nethers, she lets out a helpless cry and begins shaking from head to toe. The vacant look in her eyes is enough to warm your heart with the thought that she may have very well cum her conceited, scientific brains out. Your subject repeatedly squirts girlcum pitifully in what is quickly becoming a practiced response to the laser stimulation. It’s all one big orgasm for her, neverending and sanity-rending. A gift and a punishment for the idiot who thought studying orgasms would help her avoid having one. Hopefully this will take her ego down a peg or two. Or at least, it’ll convince her to stop inventing things that are designed to break girls’ brains, her own included. But, just to be sure, you’ll keep shooting orgasm beams all over her body for a little longer.

“*EMILIAAAAAAA!!!*”

Just a little longer.

With Blaire fucked so hard and thoroughly that she’s run out of pussy juices to squirt, you figure your job here is done. She came herself stupid. Hypotenuse Hypothesis confirmed. “Hmm, let’s see… So the results of the experiment are… even smartypants science girls can be **** to cum uncontrollably! And also, Blaire apologized for calling me stupid so many times. Huge success! Maybe you’ll have some humility in the future, after personally experiencing how dumb you sound when you’re cumming on your own inventions.”

Blaire gasps for air like she just surfaced from underwater. Her consciousness is barely hanging on. “Emilia… There’s only… one way… you could’ve… made me orgasm… like that…”

“By using sex toys?”

“You’re a… sexual genius…” After voicing her conclusion, she passes out.

…

She still thinks it’s related to intelligence…

Whatever brand of stupid this girl has, you’re not gonna be the one to fix it. You use the tablet to undo the bindings around Blaire’s wrists and ankles, then toss it on the ground carelessly. You leave in an exasperated huff, but not without giving her boobs one more squeeze out of annoyance. What a waste of full-but-reasonable boobs! These are what a classy, intelligent girl like you should have, but instead they’re stuck to a cute, dumb sex scientist!

You throw a “Hmph!” over your shoulder, grabbing your badge out of her lab coat as you walk out.