[SGKI-090] Resist Sexual Assault: Self-Defense Techniques – Concealing Reactions to Pleasure, Part 2

The bastard’s got me pinned, his weight crushing me into the tatami. He’s whispering shit about how I’m gonna like it, how my body’s gonna betray me. I grit my teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a single sound. His hand slides up my thigh, rough and demanding, but I won’t flinch. He presses a vibrator against my cunt through my panties, the buzz making my clit throb. I bite my lip so hard I taste copper. ‘Don’t you dare come,’ he hisses, ‘or I’ll know you want it.’ My hips twitch involuntarily as he grinds the toy harder, and I hate myself for the wetness soaking through the fabric. He laughs, low and cruel, and shoves his fingers inside me, curling them just right. A moan escapes my throat before I can stop it, and he slaps me across the face. ‘That’s it, show me how much you love it.’ I’m crying now, but my pussy is clenching around his digits, dripping onto his hand. I can’t help it—the pleasure is too intense, too wrong. He adds another finger, fucking me faster, and my vision blurs as I squirt all over his wrist, my orgasm ripping through me despite every vow to stay still. He pulls out and smears my juices on my lips. ‘See? You’re a whore just like the rest.’ And I can’t even argue because my body is still shuddering, betraying me with every aftershock.