you slid your hand into your panties, safe in the security of your own room. you rubbed and rolled your finger in circles, edging yourself closer to climax. As the orgasm washed over you, there was a faint noise. A repetitive clicking sound as if some electronic device of yours was malfunctioning. It certainly wasn't worth ruining your pleasure to investigate. It stopped when you finished and you paid it no mind.
Throughout the summer, that sound would return, each time as you began to cum, and each time ceasing as you bathed in the afterglow.
Over time, the sound would continue just a little longer, and your climax would extend with it. The longer, stronger orgasms were welcome, so you ignored it. In time your brain started to ignore it, blind to it even though it was always there.
One night, as you sat at your desk working, the sound came unbidden. you weren't cumming...wait, yes you were. you pulled your panties aside and had barely touched yourself before your body crashed into orgasm. After, you explored the room and even opened the window searching for the source, but as always, it was gone.
you exited the Uber in the cold autumn rain and climbed the steps to your front door, unsteady and more than a little drunk. Lifting the mat to retrieve the key, you were frustrated to find it missing. you sighed, and stumbled into the dark to circle the house and let yourself in the back door.
Suddenly you were stumbling, strong hands on your body, dragging you with them in the bushes beneath your bedroom window as the hand over your face muffled your cries. you were thrown violently to the wet ground. you clawed at Me, leaving bloody trails in My skin that I ignored as I pressed Myself inside you.
After a time, numb and defeated, the fight finally left you and you held still. That's when you heard it. That clicking sound, but louder and very present. In horror, you felt your hips press back into Me as you body suddenly stirred. you thrashed, desperate to get out from under Me, but you were weak, soaked, and drunk. Misery enveloped you as your body betrayed you, cumming beneath your rapist, covered in wet soil and shame. I didn't stop, only getting harder at the sound of your cries and the feel of your suddenly very responsive cunt.
I dropped something in front of you, and your broken mind recognized the small device immediately, even as the brutal violation of your holes continued. As you gathered the clicker into the palm of your hand, you seemed to watch yourself from outside you body. you screamed at yourself to stop, but were unable to help yourself as your thumb slid to the button and began to click.
