Chapter 11
by 
ScentOfaWoman
...
The Ritual — Part Four
"Gym & Guns" hoodie took his turn. The guy was clumsy but eager, his thick fingers kneading her breast like he was trying to milk a cow. It should have been ridiculous. It should have made her laugh.
It didn't.
Kayla's chest ached now. Not painfully — fullness was painful, the heavy pressure of too much milk with nowhere to go. This was the opposite. This was the strange, biological relief of giving, of emptying, of being used exactly the way she was meant to be used.
Her nipples were swollen. Sensitive. Glistening in the dim light.
Her thighs were pressed together so tightly her muscles burned.
And then there was only Vic.