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.
Pearl gave in, and slumped back onto her haunches.
"Smart, whore," Kristin said. "Now, get back over here. Hands and knees. I wanna see you crawl back for a mouthful of dick."
Pearl crawled, awkwardly, and replaced her head between Jason's legs. She swallowed Jason's dick, and started to work her mouth along his shaft.
"Fuck him with your mouth," Kristin said. She started grinding against Jason's hands again. "Look at both of us while you fuck him with your mouth. That beautiful mouth..."
Pearl raised her eyes, while Kristin angled Jason's head down to look at her. Pearl's face was still defiant, but there was no doubt about who held all the cards in this game.
"What's the matter, baby?" Kristin whispered in Jason's ear. "She's not a good cocksucker, is she? Not as good as the Lady."
"She's come a long way, actually," Jason would have said, except yadda yadda.
Kristin pressed her vulva into Jason's open hand, and Jason couldn't help but feel her hot slit through the damp fabric of her yoga pants. Kristin moaned deeply in response.
"But with tits like that," Kristin said, "she doesn't get a lot of practice, does she? We both know what you keep her around for, don't we? Hoist 'em up, bitch. I wanna see those big motherfuckers wrapped around his dick. Don't stop sucking...don't stop..."
Pearl complied, somehow managing to cradle her enormous juggs under her arm. She lifted her breasts into Jason's lap, while amazingly keeping Jason's dick in her mouth.
Jason's cock, pulsing mightily, lay in the phenomenally large valley formed between Pearl's surrounding breasts, the head still between Pearl's full lips.
"Goddammit, Pearl," Kristin breathed, "you've got the biggest tits I've ever seen."
Kristin reached out and grabbed Pearl's breasts, sinking her fingers deeply into the vast amount of flesh on display. She pressed Pearl's tits together, squeezing them hard around Jason's dick, and forcing the excess upward into Pearl's face.
"Go on," Kristin said. "Fuck 'em."
Jason bucked his hips upward. Pearl's tits bounced a bit, and Kristin scowled.
"Harder," Kristin said. "Don't hold back. I know you want it."
Jason
did
want it, just not like this. He bucked his hips again, and he could feel Pearl's saliva lubricating his cock inside Pearl's warm, squeezed-together cleavage. He humped his dick through Pearl's breast valley again, and again, and again.
Okay, maybe he did want it like this.
"That's what you like, baby?" Kristin said, continuing to knead Pearl's breasts around Jason's cock. "That's what you've been looking for? Kristin's little boobies aren't enough. You need titties so big they look like special effects. Those are the kind of tits that make you cum, huh?"
Jason wasn't sure if she was being rhetorical or not. At least not until Kristin dug her fingers sharply into Pearl's breasts, eliciting a muffled whimper from Pearl.
"Answer me!" Kristin said. She shook Pearl's breasts violently for emphasis. "You've cum all over those fat bitches, haven't you?"
"Mmm-hmm!" Jason said.
"And you loved it, didn't you?" Kristin said.
Oh god. "Mmm-hmm!" Jason said.
"AUUUGH!" Kristin growled. She released Pearl's breasts and glared angrily at the demon. Pearl continued to suck Jason's dick, but he thought he caught a hint of smugness in her face.
"He was mine, bitch," Kristin snarled. "Fucking
