Another shorter story. I plan to work on the next entry in Hucow this weekend. I hope you all enjoy this story. As always, feel free to send me any feedback by comment, message, or votes.

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Jenny scrolled Spotify for the hottest new track. There were quite a few recently uploaded songs but none that caught her eye. It wasn't until she saw the strangest track. It was called Resist. She didn't recognize the artist but the number of plays in the past 24 hours, since it had been uploaded, was unreal. She couldn't comprehend how a new song that she hadn't heard of, from a completely unknown artist, could be so popular. Naturally, she had to check it out.

She laid on the bed, ignoring her physiology chapter she was supposed to be reading. Putting in her headphones, Jenny clicked play. She didn't realize it was nearly 30 minutes long when it started. The intro was a rather soothing, repetitive melody. It was easy to relax to. So easy, she nearly fell asleep. When the deep voice of the male artist finally joined the beat, he was barely noticeable. She could hear the word 'resist' uttered multiple times but the rest of the words were not yet audible.

As the song continued, she felt warm. It wasn't hot in her apartment but she needed to slip her shirt off. She listened more closely, trying to understand what he was saying. His voice was smooth. Jenny could understand why so many people had played this track. She started to make out more of the lyrics, if you could call them lyrics. He clearly said the words 'desperate', 'wet', and 'horny'. Admittedly, she was all of those at that moment. He somehow knew her so well. She wanted to touch but she also felt an overwhelming desire to resist.

She wasn't sure when or how but her clothes were all removed. She had spread her legs, her soaking wet pussy craving to be touched. Her fingers brushed against her clit, ready to rub it but each time she prepared to masturbate, she heard the word 'resist'. She stopped herself. She wasn't in control. She heard more words as the melody started to shift. The words 'obey' and 'submit' rang through her ears. She wanted to obey him. She would resist.

She wanted to cum so badly. Jenny hadn't be thinking about cumming earlier in the day. She was just hoping for a new song or two to occupy her mind while she was studying. Now, this artist's hypnotic voice was the only thing she could think about. She lay there, naked, holding back from masturbating. The tune changed again and with it, so did his voice. Jenny swore she heard him command her to touch herself. It wasn't until she heard it again that she started to rub her clit. She rubbed it faster, harder. She got closer to her orgasm. She again heard the word 'resist'. Jenny understood, she was allowed masturbate but she couldn't cum.

The track went on repeating many of the same words, 'desperate', 'wet', 'horny', 'obey', 'submit'. It added in new words too, 'slave', 'slut', and 'owned'. Jenny was so close to an orgasm but her body couldn't bring herself to cum, not with the word 'resist' being said over and over by his silky voice. Suddenly, the music stopped, there was nothing but silence, both in the song and in Jenny's head. She continued to rub her clit and had two fingers penetrating her needy hole. Then she heard the final lyric, 'CUM'. Her intense orgasm followed immediately from this command. As soon as she finished, Jenny knew she had to listen to it again. Jenny was hooked. Her studying would have to wait, she needed to cum once more.

When Jenny opened her eyes after her latest orgasm, she looked at the time. The clock said 3:18. Jenny tried to comprehend what had happened. It was around 7pm when she had opened Spotify. Had she really been masturbating for the past 8 hours? Her clit was sore to the touch. It was dark outside even though her blinds were still open. Her physiology textbook laid on the text untouched. It seemed she had spent multiple hours on her bed cumming while listening to the song. There wasn't much to do, she laid back on the bed and hit play, hoping he might let her touch herself again.