The feeling of her own hands on her breasts had been one that was almost mesmerizing. The feeling of another person's was even more so. Her breath hitched, the next guttural sound she intended to make a whine instead. Slowly but surely, what she knew as pain was drifting further and further away from her. It wasn't pleasure, not yet...but it wasn't agony either.

She moaned her first real time as the speed began to pick up and those fingers found her clit. She was beginning to lose focus on all the different "why"s she had. Who cared why, it just did. And before long, her body was even beginning to match some of the moments. Eyes half lidded, the odd tear trickling down as realization that she didn't even know her own body began to matter less and less.

"The...hell is...that supposed...to mean..." She muttered between noises, gasps and breaths.