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Kill... or Play? (Summers and Lord Dakol)

Roxanne didn't know what the killer had meant at first, her eyes watching as he moved away thinking for the slightest moment that he was going to listen to her. To her horror he only went lower, his finger moving in and out of her only adding to her growing need for more,his tongue making her shiver. Her head shaking back and forth at the man, Roxanne tried to force her legs closed, Christopher's hands making it more difficult than she would have liked.

Her clit begging to be licked and touched, soon her eyes slipped closed her head dropping back at the electric feeling of his strong tongue on her clit. Her breathing hitched in her mouth for a moment, fingers gripping tightly to the chair, her feet flexing in and out. "Ah..." she gasped, her hips rolling uncomfortably.
 
The motion that Roxanne was making with her hips made Christopher smile as she moaned in response to his fingers and tongue. "Want more... slut?" he asked, teasing her as he quickened his finger's pace, then forcing in another finger.

Leaning in a bit more, his lips pressed against her clitoris as he sucked gently, using his tongue to massage it as he became a bit more rougher in his actions.
 
"N...ugh!..No,"she forced out, everything her body did was contradicting what her mouth was saying to the man. The feeling of his fingers pushing against her inner walls was driving her mad, his sucking urging her to cum for him in a matter of moments. She tried her best to push at him, to make him stop the incredible play he was giving to her.

Roxanne couldn't take the mind games, Christopher was trying to make her weak to him she just knew it, his touch only being to trick her into trusting him; and when she did that's when the real fun would start for him.
 
Christopher took her words as a sure-fire sign to start playing more fiercely, sucking on her clit more and more as his tongue pushed on the bundle of nerves. His hand held another surprise, pushing in four of his fingers, leaving his thumb to help with her clit.

"Come on, you know you want to, you fuckin' slut... cum!" he exclaimed, getting more exited as his fingers pumped her eager pussy.
 
Roxanne felt his intensity her body spiking in sharps and jolts of pleasure, her clit receiving more pleasure than she thought possible. His fingers spreading her pussy wide, her pussy gripping tightly to them her juices flowing making it easier for him.

She let her head laying back, her mouth open in response to the pleasure he was feeling, moans slipping freely now passed her lips. Her breathing erratic, her knuckles white from her grip. She cursed her body, her ears taking in what he was saying only making her weaker for him. Roxanne couldn't help it, with one most thrust of Christopher's finger and slid of his tongue she came. Her orgasm causing her to let a scream free.
 
Christopher prepared for the oncoming orgasm, discontinuing the action on her clitoris and concentrating on her pussy. As her body jolted from the wave of pleasure, he smiled maliciously at the scream of bliss. The fluids that poured from her pussy met Christopher's lips, sucking her juices eagerly as she came onto the chair.

Her body shook as he used his talented tongue to clean her legs and wet pussy, trying to get every last drop as he swallowed her cum. "Mm... delicious..." he said with a smile. After allowing Roxanne a moment or two more of peace, he leaned up and engulfed her in a deep, passionate kiss, sharing the remnants of her juices with the young woman. His tongue traced hers, pushing against it fiercely as he kissed her.
 
Roxanne shook violently at her release her heart beating wildly, her body lightly jerking from the feel of his tongue drinking up her cum. Her sensitive pussy enjoying the cleaning, every touch sending that much more of a tingle to creep up her spine.

Roxanne was lost in the bliss of having been relieved of bent up stress and sexual stresses, she found herself slowly drifting back to reality when he met her lips. His tongue pressing against hers in an eerie dance that she allowed to occur, her tongue lazily getting swept up in the kiss. The taste of her own ecstasy stinging her taste buds, the smell of him mixing in her senses before she shook her head. Realizing what she was doing making her blush deep.
 
Roxanne had soon shook her head, but the movement was slowed and lazy. But Christopher smiled and broke the embrace of their lips. "Ha... that's a good whore," he said with a chuckle, kissing her chin as he watched her reaction.

The young man glanced at his huge bulge that begged to be released, and wondered about his next action, if it would be too risky, or really rewarding.
 
Roxanne could only look away from him, her embarrassment and shame holding in her pride and stubborn remarks for being called a good whore. She was a whore, how could she have given in so easy? How was it possible she could kiss that man after all that he had done to those women?

She glanced at what he was looking at her eyes widening at the bulge in his pants, she shook her head sealing her lips and shutting her legs as best she could. She wouldn't be used by him, not again.
 
Patting her head, Christopher stood back and looked at her. As she sealed her lips and closed her legs, the young killer sighed in disappointment, leaning over to grip the hilt of his knife. With an effortless tug, he pulled the knife out, pointing it at Roxanne.

"You know... I'll be just as happy to cut your lips off, just so you know," he threatened, letting her know he was serious as hell.

"So... be the slut I know you are, and open your mouth, bitch!" he said with a smile, placing the sharp tip of the blade on her upper lip, slowly applying pressure.
 
Roxanne's eyes watched in terror as he brought the knife back into play, her body shivering as he held the point to her face. Telling her that he would ruin her face if she didn't listen to him, her mouth was quivering violently. The cool steal against her warm lips making her feel sick, the thought of his cock sliding in and out of her open mouth only helping the cause.

Closing her eyes she opened her mouth wide for him, showing her waiting tongue and teeth that would soon wrap around his cock. Her eyes swelling in tears, starting to strip down her face for the first time since they were there.
 
Christopher smirked in victory as she accepted, closing her eyes and opening her mouth. In another swift movement, he removed the knife from her lips and threw the knife to the floor, burying it once again.

"Good girl," he said, undoing the button on his pants and pulling the zipper to reveal his large, thick cock that throbbed with excitement. Gripping it gently with his right hand, he led the rock-hard instrument to Roxanne's mouth, entering past her lips and quickly filling her mouth.
 
She listened as the knife hit the ground again, the sound of a zipper being slid down and the shuffle of feet coming towards her. Keeping her eyes tight she tried to calm herself when she felt his thick member enter her hot mouth, her lips reluctantly closing around his cock.

Roxanne didn't move from there wanting him to just get it over with by thrusting into her, her teeth fighting her mind to just bite down on the cock now intruding her body.
 
The young man sighed with relief and pleasure as she slowly closed around his thick member. Christopher knew he didn't need to warn her about her teeth, since he would cause as much pain to her if she did so.

"Come on, slut; do what you know how to do and suck me off," he said with a malicious smirk.
 
Roxanne opened her eyes slowly glaring up at the man that was forcing her to do this, her eyes never leaving his while she forced her teeth down, stopping just before she would bite him. Her teeth pressed dangerously to his shaft, pulling them softly along his cock she gently scraped them down the sensitive head.

The act a clear warning to watch what he said while she was around him, lowering her eyes again she closed them trying to imagine another while she began to bob slowly on.
 
A raised eyebrow was seen as she gently scraped her teeth on the head. A shock traveled through his body, and laughed.

"You are either incredibly brave, or very, very stupid," he said, but ignored the threat as she steadily went down on his cock. A low groan came from his throat as she began, cracking his neck as he watched her.
 
Roxanne kept a steady pace with her bobs on the man, her head not being able to go far having been tied to the chair. Still Roxanne didn't care, she wouldn't give him her full ability anyway, that was meant for people she loved and liked and Christopher wouldn't be any the wiser.

Her tongue slightly curling around the side of his cock, coating him in her warm saliva her hands held tight by the chair. Her eyes kept close trying her best to ignore the groans of like coming from the man.
 
Suddenly, Christopher grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her off his manhood. Ignoring any of her looks for now, the young killer gazed down, pondering for a moment before walking behind her again. Without any word, he crouched down and yanked Roxanne back by her hair, forcing her to sit up straight as he worked.

Using his free hand, he swiftly untied one of her hands, allowing it to fall through the empty spaces of the chair, and tied them back directly behind her back firmly. When her head was pointed upward, Christopher leaned up and kissed her once more, pulling her hair so she wouldn't be able to fight. Once he was finished, he went back around to her front, still holding her hair as he untied and then tied her feet together, then tossed her to the floor.
 
Roxanne growled at him as he pulled her hair, the scream caused by the pain in his pull her hands being free she tried to fight him but soon failed when he tied them behind her back. She watched him carefully as he came around gripping her hair again and kissing her full on the lips. She wished she could spit, but she didn't have the chance as he left for her feet.

Roxanne wondered what he was doing, the reason he was tying her different didn't make sense to her and she couldn't fathom what this new position would do. When her face met the shredded carpet she glared up at him, her eyes having a poison that would kill Christopher if they could. "What are you doing!"
 
Cracking his neck once more, Christopher strode over to her position and sat down, smirking at her silently before reaching towards her. In case she tried to fight, he quickly grabbed her hair again and slowly tugged her towards him, soon placing her ruby lips at the head of his cock. "That's better. You'll probably want to prepare yourself..." he said, sighing feeling her soft skin and breath traveling down his member.
 
It didn't take Roxanne long to know why he had done what he had, her eyes staring at the very reason so close to her mouth. If she wasn't tied she would have headbutted him, racing to the door and leaving the area even if she was naked. That wasn't her luck though, no instead she had no choice but to please the killer in front of her. Taking a moment to swallow she asked for, forgiveness in her head before leaning forward. Placing her lips on him once more, starting her slow sucking that denounced to her she was slowly starting to like.
 
"Ah... there we go..." the young man groaned, leaning his head back with a smirk as she began to pleasure him. Christopher's hips began to steadily thrust, his length going a little deeper as he did so. His mind - despite concentrating on the incredible feeling of Roxanne's attention - began to ponder on what other skills she had, and if they would be good for him.
 
Roxanne was lost in memories, trying to recall the last time she had done this for a man. Her mind seeing his face pretending that she wasn't pleasure the man in front of her, but it was no use. Christopher was nothing like those men, his groans were deeper, his cock bigger and the sense of control stronger. Looking up to him she saw his smirk, making her feel a mixture of sickness and pride, her head starting to bob faster on him, her tongue curling around him.
 
Christopher's entire body shivered as she used her tongue, thrusting his hips in deeper as he looked down at her. His right hand laid on her head, though he made no motion to do something with it. He noticed that she began to do this faster, and silently wondered whether she was starting to enjoy the way she was pleasuring him.

"Mmm... shit... that's good..." he moaned, biting his lip as he looked at the ceiling.
 
She wasn't sure why but Roxanne had to admit that Christopher's voice was more than just sexy, her head moving farther and farther down on the man. She was starting to get lost in the feeling of his cock, sliding against her smoldering tongue, his swollen tip brushing against her throat as she started to deep throat the man. Her own sense of pleasure heightening the harder she sucked on him, her breast bouncing back and forth with each movement down and up.
 
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