247. Eternal Bliss
“Oh, what the hell. I deserve it after what I've been through.” Amy rips open the box and pulls out the intimidating (yet bright pink!) device. It comes with four D batteries, which she expertly installs. Fortunately, Amy is already naked, so she's all prepped and ready for blast-off.
Amy clears off a space on the floor and lies down, then turns the vibrator on and carefully positions it. BZZZZZZZZZ! “Hee, that tickles!” says Amy. Then her eyes roll back as the tickling turns to pleasure. Amy has used vibrators before, but this one has somehow tuned itself to her body's natural vibrational frequencies in ways she had never imagined. Almost without input from her, the machine begins adjusting its intensity, knowing what her body wants better than she knows herself. In record time, Amy's sexual response has gone beyond any plateau she had ever experienced before, like comparing Mount Rushmore to Mount Everest. At last, her body can take no more and she climaxes.
Amy has had her share of orgasms. Some, particularly those shared with her first boyfriend, were short and disappointing (and, with said first boyfriend, annoyingly rare). Some were perfunctory and workman-like, the result of mechanical self-pleasure following a hard day of boring classes. Some were long and luxurious, as when she treated herself to a nice long session in the bathtub each semester after she finished with finals. And some were amazing, mind-blowing affairs, like the one following a marathon three-hour love-making session with her most recent ex-boyfriend, who was light on sensitivity and a bit slow in the head but had an astounding facility with his hands and, most importantly, his tongue. This orgasm is so powerful, so long, so toe-curlingly pleasurable that it knocks the memory of all her previous climaxes from Amy's brain.
Amy's previous orgasms had also, of course, been of variable length. Some lasted mere seconds, others between thirty seconds and a minute, and one (again, with the cunning linguist she had most recently dated), a full two minutes. But all good things must end, after all. Except, seemingly, this one. The waves of pleasure she is experiencing keep on coming, and coming, and coming (as, of course, does Amy), without end, without cease. Thirty seconds, forty-five, a minute, a minute and a half, two-minutes, two-minutes thirty (a new record!), three minutes, five, fifteen, the orgasm seems endless.
After a seemingly-impossible twenty minute orgasm, Amy comes down from her climax. She is immediately filled with existential despair. In that twenty minutes, she has come to depend on that orgasm so heavily that merely existing outside of a state of sexual ecstasy is an unbearable torment. Amy needs more.
She doesn't even bother to turn off the Ultravibe. The astounding vibrator immediately tones down its vibrations to accommodate her tender post-orgasmic state as it begins working to build her up toward a second orgasm. At last, after pushing through, Amy achieves another climax. And then another. And another.
Amy soon loses count of her orgasms, as she has lost track of everything that is not sexual pleasure. Soon her entire brain is devoted ceaselessly to the task of experiencing self-pleasure.
Amy no longer particularly cares about rescuing Shannon. She no longer remembers where she is, or why she's here. Nor, if you pressed her, could she really remember her name. She's found a new purpose in life.
Amy no longer cares to continue this adventure (and, honestly, can you blame her?). Still, if your goal is to rescue Shannon, then you should...