Note: This is part of a continuing story. The previous parts are, in order: Drummer Boy - The Call, Drummer Boy - Jason Goes to Hell, and Drummer Boy - Down to Earth.
Thanks for waiting, folks! A word of warning: this part is really dark. I found myself a little disturbed by what came out of me in this one. We'll get back into the fun sexy in a bit, but for now, read with one hand over your eyes if you have to...
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Kristin walked over to where Pearl was laid out on the floor. With only the slightest effort, she grabbed Pearl around her midsection and casually tossed her over one shoulder.
"Be right back," Kristin said over her shoulder to Jason, and exited the room.
Jason, still reeling from being gut-punched, was in the process of hoisting himself up to the edge of the bed, when Kristin sauntered back in.
"Come on, loverboy," Kristin said, and proceeded to lift and carry him out in the same way.
Kristin's angling was a bit off during the brief trip. Twice, his head whacked into the wall, but Kristin paid no mind. She hauled him into the living room and tossed his butt into one of the wooden chairs from the kitchen. He started to protest, but then felt his arms yanked behind him, followed by the cold clink of the handcuffs around his wrists.
"Kristin what the fu-mmmmhp!" Jason said, his expletive cut short by a leather belt that Kristin suddenly wrapped lengthwise around his head, clamping his jaw shut. Then Kristin was at his feet, and another pair of cuffs encircled his ankles.
"That takes care of you," Kristin said. "Now for stumpy."
Kristin turned her attention to Pearl, who had been dumped unceremoniously on the floor. Kristin walked over to where Pearl lay, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her like that, toward Jason.
This caused Pearl to wake up somewhat, and she struggled dazedly. Kristin paused, gave her a quick boot to the ribs, and continued dragging her.
Kristin yanked Pearl up onto her knees before Jason, then let go of her hair. Pearl slumped, her face falling right into Jason's lap.
"Alright, bitch," Kristin sneered, "show me what you got."
Which segues nicely into
Today, Now
"God you're such a nasty whore. Such a filthy slut. You can't get enough, can you?"
At this point, Jason wasn't really sure who Kristin was talking about.
Sure, Pearl was doing the sucking, but it wasn't really her choice. Kristin used threats of violence, either against Jason or Pearl herself to force her into it.
On the other hand, Kristin might mean Jason. Sure, he was cuffed to the chair, and the belt around his jaw kept him from lodging a protest, but...
This was pretty fucking hot. Pearl's unwilling mouth was non-stop all over his dick and, despite the circumstances, he had to admit that he welcomed every entry into her warm, slobbery orifice. He hated himself for it, but even if he could speak up, he honestly couldn't say for sure that he would.
Or, Jason suspected, Kristin was talking to herself. She stood behind him, grinding her crotch against the chair and his rearward-bound hands. In between her uttered vulgarities, Kristin grunted and hissed and moaned. Several times, Jason had felt the trembling of her thighs, as if she were on the precarious verge of orgasm.
But for some reason, that orgasm never seemed to come. Kristin would occasionally pause and slow down a bit, giving Jason a glimmer of hope that this, whatever this was, was over.
Then Kristin would sneer some comment about "fat fucking titties" or "damned slut of a cock", or blathering about satisfying "the Lady", and then she'd be right back at it, working herself into a lather at Pearl and Jason's expense.
It was all rather frustrating.
At length, Kristin muttered, "Goddammit." She said it softly, but with malice.
"Goddammit!" Kristin said again, louder. "How much do you need, Jason? What does it take?"
"Well, Granny says it could be anywhere upwards of days to years before my condition goes away, but I suppose if one of the girls could whip up some magic spell..."
...is what Jason could have said, if not for the belt holding his mouth shut.
"Maybe you're just not doing it right," Kristin said. "Let me show you."
Kristin reached around Jason and grabbed the sides of Pearl's head with both hands. She forced Pearl's head roughly down on Jason's dick, hard enough that he winced from the impact.
She lifted Pearl's head and did it again, and again, and again.
"You've gotta...really...get...in...there!" Kristin said, punctuating her words by slamming Pearl's face into Jason's pelvis.
Jason was horrified by Kristin's actions. He was also incredibly aroused. God, this felt so good. He found that he was humping his dick into her mouth on each downstroke and, realizing this, he struggled to remain passive. Was he
that
fucked up? Had Pearl's evil somehow rubbed off on him?
Kristin continued to force-fuck Pearl's face with Jason's dick.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Kristin said. "Spunk in that bimbo's mouth already!"
"About that..." Jason would have said, except ... well, you know.
Kristin gave Pearl's head one more forceful thrust into Jason's lap and released her.
"God, you guys are the worst," Kristin said.
Pearl weakly raised her head to face Kristin. Tears ran down her cheeks, and her lips were swollen and bruised, but her eyes aimed a hateful glare at Kristin.
"Aw, poor baby," Kristin said. "What's the matter?. You wanna do something? Just try it -"
Kristin put one hand under Jason's chin.
"and lover boy here's head becomes a twist-off," Kristin said. "I'd love to see you suck a dead motherfucker's dick. I'll make you bite it off, fuck you in the ass with it, and finish you off by jamming it down your throat."
Pearl's eyes went wide. Jason shuddered. Kristin giggled. There was not an ounce of sanity in that giggle.
"Now," Kristin said, addressing Pearl, "what's your name, whore?"
Pearl regained some of her bearing, and looking Kristin directly in her eyes, answered, "The whore's name is Pearl."
"Pearl?" Kristin repeated. "What kind of name is that?"
"You know," Pearl said, "Like in -"
Kristin slapped Pearl. Open-handed, and so hard that Pearl fell backward onto the floor.
"You floppy-uddered cow of course I know!" said Kristin. "Such a perfect name for you. You're fucking built for it, aren't you?"
"Yes...?" Pearl said warily. Then, with stunning alacrity, she rolled over onto all fours (threes), ready to pounce.
But Kristin was ready. "Ah ah ah," she said. She jerked Jason's head to emphasize her meaning.
Jason implored Pearl with a look. He wished they were still sharing the mental link from earlier, but it was gone now. Gone, just like any hope for a peaceful resolution to all this.