He gives a rapid cadence of strikes to each breast, my cries tearing from my throat. My heart beats fiercely, my need almost unbearable. With one fina... strike, he stops. The stillness is unbearable. All I need is three little words. Three words and everything will be right in the world. He grabs the chain pulling them taut. My nipples and clit scream with need. I hear the cruelty in his chuckle that follows. How can someone so evil make me feel so loved? The vastness of such a thought could be. I pulled up next to a row of bikes and headed for the door. I checked my jacket and helmet and walked up to the bar, I really needed a drink. As I waited to be served I leaned against the bar and took in the scene. The place was jumpin’, the air filled with the heavy beat of reggae and the drunken cheer of hundreds of university students. I paid for my two beer and went for a walk around the place. I was walking around a table beside the smaller of the two dance floors when I felt a hand slide. Robert couldn’t help but smile as he watched America’s teen queen savoring the taste of his cum.Satisfied that she had gotten it all (including a few blobs in her hair), Britney moved to stand up and clean herself off in front of the mirror.“Not so fast Britney, we aren’t done here yet,” Robert said, waving his finger back and forth in front of her. Britney’s face changed to one of confusion and slight anger.“What? I thought I just had to give you a blow job and we were good!” Britney said,. The realization that she could no longer sit idly by and hide from what would come. When Alicia heard the van door opening felt her heart pounding hard against her chest, and part of her was enjoying the ordeal. Stepping out of the van, she felt the cool night air embracing her nearly naked body like a lover caressing her. A thrilling pleasure ran down her spine and the realization that she was more okay with all of this than she wanted to be.Alicia stared into the girl's eyes that let her out.