Pain and pleasure

It seemed like there was just no way to reason with her captor and Beca made one last attempt to resist and to finally get out if this crazy, uncomfortable and humiliating situation. But no matter how much she struggled, she remained helpless against the slightly taller blonde, who seemed simply stronger and determined to not let her out of her grasp.

'This just can't be happening', were Beca's thoughts.

What had she done to deserve this reaction from Aubrey? Sure, at the activities fair she had only shown and reacted with sarcasm, contempt and derogative statements at the attempt to make her interested in joining the Barden Bellas A-Capella group, and thus had made fun of Aubrey's passion. Okay, so perhaps Beca really did deserve this. Deserved the hostility that she could see in those shining blue eyes, looking down on her, sizing her up. Like a hunter who had cornered his prey, pinned it against the wall, checking if it would still make any attempt to resist or flee.

Beca desperately tried to come up with something. It normally was so easy for her to respond with quick wit and snide remarks. But the whole situation was so unusual, so unfamiliar and bizarre that it left her speechless. Beca was overwhelmed and simply at a loss for words. And most of all, she was confused. Confused by Aubrey's words. Being called cute and sexy. Could the blonde possibly fancy her? Confused by these accusations, that she was behaving like a bitch in heat, and allegedly tried to seduce her with alternative behavior. Clearly baseless and untrue... yet she couldn't deny how turned on she was right at this moment. Did she actually enjoy the feeling of closeness and warmth of Aubrey, the pressure and friction between their bodies? Did she enjoy her own helplessness and her compromising position? Her hardened and swollen nipples were proof that something was amiss. And furthermore a not unfamiliar heat was spreading between her legs. But why? Why was she so turned on? Turned on by another woman taking charge and forcing her against her will? Was Beca submissive? Was she bisexual or even a lesbian? Beca didn't know how and what to feel. What to think. Or what to do. What could she do?

Beca felt so ****, made evident in her futile struggle and her attempts to escape, where her soft breasts kept brushing against the fabric of Aubrey's clothes and firm chest. Fully naked, as there was no barrier left to protect her wet folds. The heat and wetness between her legs was spreading further as she rubbed her exposed pussy over Aubrey's leg. Wait, what? What was she doing? Why was she doing it? Upon this shocking realization, that she really did behave like a bitch in heat, Beca seized her struggle and all movement. Looking up in defeat, Beca saw a wicked smile forming in Aubrey's face. But before she knew it, there was only one thing for Beca: Pain.

"Aaaaahhhh!" The brunette cried out on pain and agony. Aubrey had let go of Beca's wrists, and now instead was pinching and twisting her sensitive and by now very stiff nipples. "What are you doing? Aaaaaah!"

"Teaching you a lesson, bitch! Now explain yourself. Why are you strutting around naked, and why the hell are you rubbing your horny self all over me?!?"

"I'm not... ahhhhh!" This time the naked brunette did not cry out in pain, but instead she moaned in pleasure. One of Aubrey's hands had found their way between Beca's legs, and two fingers easily slid into her and between her hot and wet lower lips.

"You're not what? Horny and wet?" And before Beca knew it, Aubrey had brought that hand up to her mouth and **** her to taste her own juices.

"Hmmmpfhh!"

"Now talk!"

"Fine! Fine! You win! I'll tell you..." Beca finally gave in, not able to endure any more humiliation.