Backlash

It was only then, only then when I sensed the fear growing like a raging fire inside me that I felt the cool splash of liquid slam across my chest, quickly soaking through my T-shirt and bra in seconds. “Fuck… what the hell,” I scuffed, my t-shirt sticking to my body, showing off every curve, every perfected ripple as I pressed my hands against my chest, the scent of the liquid quickly running across my nose allowing me to recognize the lingering odor. “Bee… Beer?” I hissed angrily as I waved my arms across the room in an attempt to hit the bastard where he stood. “Why… why Beer?” I asked only to suddenly feel him capture me. My arms pressed tightly behind my back with one of his hands as I felt his body, his hand roping around me, grasping my soft, beer covered breast.