This Trigger Goes to Eleven
"I made a thing that hums, Becky," Rhona said, a touch of condescension in her voice as she looked at her pretty blonde roommate. "Would you like me to show you?" It was a decidedly odd question, but then again Rhona was a decidedly odd person--they'd wound up living together on short notice, driven by necessity when their old roommates both flaked out at about the same time and a mutual friend played matchmaker to save them both from couch-surfing, and even though there were never any big clashes there was a constant sense of friction between them. Because pretty blonde Becky was a normal woman and Rhona was, well… odd. Weird interests, gothy outfits, and an attitude of general dismissal toward Becky's intelligence and aesthetic. This was typical of the issues they had.
And yet despite all that, Becky found herself fixating on the clunky handheld device Rhona was showing her, and she heard herself say, "Yes, Rhona, I'd like that very much," in a tone of polite interest so studiously chosen that it sounded obviously rehearsed. That didn't make any sense to Becky, and she furrowed her brow in confusion trying to figure out why she'd just said those words and what compulsions were going through her head, but then Rhona turned the dial on the remote up a notch and the room filled with a soft, gentle hum. And without knowing why, Becky felt a stir of arousal between her thighs.
It wasn't like the hum was doing it, she thought absently, even as her hand drifted down between her legs and began to gently rub her pussy almost of its own volition. It was more like--like she remembered the sound from somewhere, as intimate and familiar as the breath of a lover against her skin, and it was bringing back warm happy sensations of drifting arousal and lazy, relaxed anticipation. Becky felt like she should remember more about that sense memory, the context attached to it and the reasons it was affecting her so profoundly right now, but Rhona was asking her, "Do you like that hum, pretty girl?" and Becky felt a subtle, insidious pressure to answer.
Her response once again seemed to come from somewhere outside her, just like her impulse to paw at the crotch of her leggings right in front of her leering roommate, and Becky heard herself mumble, "Yes, it sounds just perfect, ma'am." Before she could unpack those strange and cryptic words, Rhona turned the device up another notch, and as the sound increased in volume and intensity Becky found the throbbing lust in her pussy scaling up the exact same way. It was like she was… fuck, she was unlocking a whole other world of pleasure and lust and mesmerized passivity, and for just a moment Becky found herself holding onto the answer to her own bizarre behavior before it slipped away in a tide of ecstasy. It was too hard to think when she was this horny. She just needed to satisfy herself before she could do anything else.
But release eluded her, and another couple of clicks made Becky so brainlessly wet that she wound up tugging her shirt out of the way so she could play with her nipples with one hand while the other rubbed ceaselessly at her soaking cunt. "I--nnfh, I, I can't, I--hhhhh!" she gasped out, acutely aware that she sounded every bit as dumb and drippy as Rhona no doubt imagined her to be… and even more aware that the dial had only been turned up to four. And when her glassy eyes locked onto it, Becky saw that it went all the way up to eleven.
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