Killing Kate(63)
For what? Drake wonders. He can’t say anything with the panties stuffed in his mouth. His throat feels dry and his eyes are tearing up. Kate responds by walking away and up the stairs. Drake immediately begins pulling on the ropes that have him bound up to the TV stand and the chair. He considers trying to heave the TV stand away but it’s pretty heavy, he discovers when he tenses his arms. He tries to move the chair with his legs and succeeds a bit, making a loud scraping sound against the concrete. Kate comes bounding back down the stairs, pointing the gun at him.
“Don’t fucking move!” she shrieks. She walks directly up to him and he feels the cold metal against his cheek. With horror he sees she has put on a strap-on dildo. Kate sees Drake eye it and smiles and begins to stroke it. “I’m going to take my panties out of your mouth now,” she says. “You’re not going to say a fucking word. You’re going to suck this. I’m going to make you choke on it, just like your brother made me choke on his cock years ago. Do you understand. He nods, and she brings her hand toward his mouth and hesitates for a moment. “Don’t bite me,” she says. “I’ll shoot you.”
He’s not sure whether to believe her or not but decides she’s crazy enough that she probably would. Besides, what would biting her accomplish. She slowly takes hold of the panties between her thumb and forefinger and pulls them out of his mouth. As soon as he gasps for breath, she twists his neck violently to the side and pushes the silicone cock inside his mouth, making him gag. “Throw up on me and I’ll shoot you,” she says. “My daddy used to smack me for doing anything like that, and I’ll take it one step further with you.”
Drake’s eyes well up with tears as he feels her push the cock inside of his mouth even further. Yet the smell of Jenna or Kate or whoever she is makes his cock press even harder against the floor.
“Get it good and wet,” Kate says. “The wetter you get it, the less it will hurt when I fuck you with it.” Drake tries to pull back in horror but Kate clutches his head closer to her with one hand and aims the gun with the other. “Don’t even think about it,” she says. She gags him with the dildo one last time and gets up and walks around behind him. Drake can’t see her but feels the gun suddenly on the back of his neck again, and the hard silicone pressed into his back. Kate reaches around to unfasten his belt and fumbles a bit one-handed, but eventually gets it off, along with his button and zipper. Drake feels the cold air on his bare ass and shudders when he thinks about what’s in store.
Kate whips the belt high in the air and brings it down hard against Drake’s bare thighs, making him practically scream like a girl. “Fuck you!” she shouts. She kneels down behind Drake and puts the gun to her side. She needs both hands. Drake can feel the strap-on against his back. Kate takes the belt and brings it around to his mouth. “Bite down,” she says. He complies and she brings the belt straps around to the back of his head and fastens it tightly behind him. Drake is having a hard time breathing, but can’t talk with the leather strap in his mouth. When he feels the hard shaft plunging inside of him, he makes the most horrible agitated noise he can possibly make while biting down on the leather strap as hard as he can.
Kate pulls out slowly and pushes inside of him hard. She was gentler with Justin. She shows Drake no mercy. Ironically, when she reaches around to feel if he is hard, she gets angry to find that he is. She notes there is fluid on the black dildo that is probably blood, and so she pumps away faster. There is blood on her thighs from the marks she gave Drake from whipping him with the belt, too. The sight of his blood and knowing he is suffering is making her wet, and while she pushes the dildo inside of Drake’s ass, the other end inside of her pushes against her in the most enticing way. She is definitely enjoying this. She forgets for a minute what she’s supposed to be doing and moves her hand just above the dildo and places her middle fingertip against her clit and begins to rub as she thrusts.
Drake hears Kate moan and feels her tense up behind him as she comes. His own dick is pulsing against the concrete even though his vision blacks out around the edges every time he feels the dildo push deeper inside of him. When Kate slowly pulls it out, however, the feeling is amazing, and he hates how she’s actually making him enjoy something so brutal and painful. He feels both of her hands on his waist as she continues to plunge into him and realizes she isn’t holding the gun anymore. He can move his head a little bit, and she has let go of the belt, and so Drake cranes his neck a bit and sees the beautiful glimmer of metal. The gun! He looks at how his hands are tied with the rope to the television stand. I can do this, he thinks. One surge of strength and I can take her down. The television stand is heavy, but if he can tip it over, his hands will be free.