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The dull thud kickstarted her consciousness - the pain, her rattling bones, the sound. The white mink bit her lip and said some choice words as she struggled back to her feet, rubbing her knee and tucking the overflowing blanket into the space between the mattress and the box-spring.

As her small footpaws padded towards the door, she grasped blindly at the top of her chest of drawers causing her backpack to come flying off the surface and land on her shoulder with a jangle, her carabiner-bound keys jostling around.

The studio apartment's door closed behind her as she turned around, her backpack flying off her shoulder from the centrifugal force to hook itself onto her forearm. Fumbling with the carabiner, she muttered under her breath with a huff as a jittery paw locked the door.

Just as she was about to walk away, something white caught her eye - a sheet of paper had been affixed to her door, right below the peephole. "Third time this fucking week," she said under her breath. The paper wrinkled under the force of her fingers as it ripped off, leaving a small residue on the wooden surface. She started powerwalking down the hall, shoving the crumpled-up notice into the opening of her backpack, making a mental note to finally check it out later.

She froze after a few brisk steps, her brows furrowed in deep thought. Swiveling on her paws to look back at her home and then to the side, she sighed and shrugged her shoulders, the keys jingling behind her as she turned back around and continued speed walking towards the elevator, smiling at the calendar app on her phone.

Back in her one-bedroom rental, a bookmarked _Anthropology_textbook lay on the unkempt linen of her bed ...

This had been her morning routine for the past three months - school, work in the afternoon and evening, and then back home at night, barely enough time to catch up on coursework. From Monday to Thursday, a hot shower was followed by her aching paws thrusting her onto the bed, where she'd occasionally manage to get some assignments and studying done before she succumbed to sleep.

Today was Friday. Her me time. Every single Friday evening, she'd come back home and give herself the best orgasm imaginable - it worked wonders to bring her into a good mood for the weekend and the start of the grueling coming week.

Having stripped down to her silver-gray panties and bra, she used her footpaw to push herself up till she felt her pillow behind her head. Sighing and turning her head, her saggy eyes lit up as the object on the nightstand came into view. Grabbing it with a barely audible snort, her nostrils flared, and her whiskers twitched. "Finally," she thought, a flick of a long-nailed finger bringing the device to buzzing life - she rarely disconnected it from the wall to have it always available.

She brought a fingertip to the bulbous, quivering head and grinned as it made a mosquito like whining against her claw. It felt pleasant on her digit - sexual juices started to seep into her undergarments and her nipples hardened as she thought how much better it would feel on her cunny.

20:25

Retaining the hazy smile on her perky, cute face, she laid her head back and, grasping the vibrator's conical handle with both paws, brought the vibrating head down to her vulva. As the massager made contact, her toes fanned to reveal her smooth, flat soles; her throat purred involuntarily from the sensations, and she felt the vexations of the week vanish as her clit machinegunned pleasure deep into the pit of her stomach.

She enjoyed the vibrations - her prickling nub, the musk of her own sex, her curling, twirling toes, and most of all, the fiery buildup in her loins that signaled imminent climax. She adored savoring the preorgasmic feelings, refusing to let herself go over the edge for as long as her willpower allowed it.

20:30

She felt herself about to climax five minutes into her session, and with the fortitude of a philosopher, withdrew the vibrator a second before she went over the edge. Like always, the cruel self-denial was met with scrunched up facial features and gnarled toes - but the release at the end would be so worth it.

20:31

A minute after edging, the vibrator found itself tickling her panty-clad clit for the second time, the delectable sensations making the mink grind her pelvis into the massager as her teeth worked her bottom lips.

20:35

The sensations leading up to climax came more forcefully this time, making removal of the device a harder prospect, but four minutes into the pleasuring, her stamina triumphantly overtook her arm as she stopped the stimulation a mere second before her orgasm ravaged her.

20:36

She waited another minute before she allowed herself the ecstasy of the vibrator. Determined to control her own body, she gritted her teeth and, as the massager went to town on her clit, clamped down hard on her pubococcygeus muscles - the same area she strained to stop herself from peeing.

20:45

Her Kegels muscles allowed her to fight the clitoral onslaught for nine valiant minutes before climax was imminent. The pressure was forceful - her orgasm would have been long and satisfying, but she refused to give in, yanking the massager of her desperate vulva, craving the ultimate release.

20:48

This was the final phase of her weekly masturbation sessions, and the hardest. Having given her pelvic floor a chance to relax from the sustained clenching, the soothing vibrations found themselves, yet again, coaxing her love button closer and closer to the pleasurable contractions of orgasm.

But this time, the start of her climax would be interrupted by maddening, rhythmic tapping - the girl would start drumming at her clit with the pulsating head, frustratingly keeping her right on the edge.

20:56

Even though cumming dominated her mind, mustering Titan-like determination, the vibrator was lifted off her drenched panties, the outline of her pussy lips and pearl-shaped clit forming on the sheer fabric. Her arousal paused and momentarily dipped from the lack of stimulation - and she tapped her nub, causing her excitement to hit the edge of the point of no return yet again.

20:57

The tapping-lifting continued, each cycle getting shorter as the girl's resolve diminished.

20:58

Her mind was on fire, begging, pleading her body to let her enjoy the sweet release of orgasm. But she was hellbent on building up the most monstrous climax possible as the rhythmic, cruel self-denial went on.

20:59

The tapping had progressed to a frenetic pace, the girl's paws almost vibrating as she fought the intense desire to keep the massager on her nub and give in to the climax.

20:59:55

Self-control slipping, she knew it was only a matter of seconds before she slipped and crossed the point of no return.

20:59:56

Her nipples felt like they were about to explode in her brassiere.

20:59:57

Her clit was about to pop, waiting to be allowed to throb in tandem with her pussy

20:59:58

Willpower faltering, the exasperating tapping ceased, and her love button could feel the full force of the toe-curling massage. A wide grin forced its way onto her cute muzzle as the buzzing continued - nothing was going to stop her now. To hell with her tip stealing boss. Fuck her bossy labmates. The orgasm would set everything right.

20:59:59

The fire in her clit was about to dissolve into the best climax ever. She was right on the brink of the most intense pleasure a female could feel. Her entire nether region was about to throb maniacally, each contraction reaffirming her femininity, that she was better than her lab partners, that her manager was a piece of shit, that she was going to graduate with a full scholarship, debt free - each pulse of her pelvic floor would push out all the negativity of the week with sheer joy.

21:00:00

Her entire apartment went pitch-black. The thermostat clicked off, her freezer's compressor stopped reverberating and to her sheer horror and agony, the glorious sensations in her clit vanished as the rumbling motor of her vibrator died.

"NO! WHAT THE FUCK!"

She was so, so close to the best orgasm of her life. Her paw frantically reached down into her panties, but the vibrator had numbed her to the point that her fingers weren't enough to even register a tickle. She clawed, rubbed and scraped away at her crotch in the dark as she felt her excitation wane, the pleasurable release she so desperately craved ever more out of reach.

Dear residents of Mapleville community,

A new backup power generator will be installed on Friday, 13th of November 2015.

For this purpose, power to building block A will be cut at 9 PM to allow service technicians to hook up the new device to the power grid. The outage is expected to last 60 minutes.

_Building block B will remain unaffected. _

We apologize for the inconvenience,

Mapleville community management