Masturbate

You run through your positions a little quickly today. Sex is still on your mind far too much. As your chest rises and falls, you are acutely aware of the movement of your breasts, the stiffness of your nipples. Your hand brushes against them as you move, and you have to stop yourself from sighing slightly. Every part of your body is just turned on, and you have to acknowledge that fact.

So you choose, and you decide masturbating is the best worst option right now. Toby doesn't deserve your charity.

You move from plank through down dog and then lower your knees to the ground. Your hand creeps back until it finds your pussy, fingers slipping in between your dripping labia. You begin to stroke yourself slowly, working your fingers deeper into yourself and spreading your cunt lips wide. From his vantage point, Toby gets far more of a show than usual. Instead of cracking wise like he normally does, he remains blissfully silent, allowing you to focus solely on your body's reactions.

The pleasure rises from pussy up through your chest. You continue stroking and spreading, alternately, just spending some time reacquainting yourself with your pussy. Satisfied by the slick coating of cunt juices on your hand, you turn over onto your back, legs spread wide to let Toby and any alien voyeurs continue watching.

Low, short moans escape your lips when you move from labia to clit. Two fingers on the button, short then long, short then long, teasing yourself with the promise of more. Your other hand plays with your increasingly wild, untamed bush before straying up your body towards your breasts.

You give in, abandon yourself to the moment. You let yourself forget, temporarily, that you are trapped in an alien zoo, that untold numbers of eyes are on your naked body at this moment, or that your ex-boyfriend is ogling you getting yourself off as he gets himself off. None of the matters for now: what matters is the slick wetness, the warmth, and the electric sensation of impending release building up behind your eyeballs.

"Uhhhhh, yes!" you scream, moving your hands faster now. You whimper, close now but not close enough.

"YOUR BEHAVIOUR IS EMINENTLY SATISFACTORY. WE WILL ASSIST."

The voice could not have come at a worse time. You were so fucking close, but the moment it booms from every direction, your grasp on orgasm slips away. Fuck.

You lie back, heart pounding in your chest, bringing one hand up to your forehead. You let your head droop to one side even as you close your legs tight in disgust—and that's when you notice it. Within arm's reach where nothing was just a moment before is a bright blue dildo.

"Oh," you say, not really sure what else to add. This is apparently what the Keltraxans meant by "assist."

You snatch up the sex toy. You can't help but giggle: for one thing, this is about as far from a "natural" behaviour as your captors are going to get. Or is it? Other primates masturbate with tools, right? You have no idea, and at the moment, you don't really care. What matters is you have a dick that isn't Toby's that you can use to get off.

Fortunately your cunt is still wet and ready to receive the dildo even without any lube. You insert it slowly, relishing the feeling of being filled. The dildo isn't extra large or anything, maybe one size bigger than you're used to using. Did the Keltraxans shop at a sex store before they left Earth, or did they fabricate it from some kind of sex blueprints database? Damn it, Nina, you're supposed to be coming by now, not wondering about the details behind your captivity!

Toby seems to notice your difficulties. Having already come himself, he scoots towards you, looking ready to assist, if that's what you need.