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

Christopher swiftly took advantage of her freeze, taking hold of the gun and tossing it away from her reach. Grabbing her wrists and wrapping his legs around her, he firmly nailed her down, grinning in victory. "Oh, come on now! I was seriously expecting a challenge! And... I thought I told you wear something sexy, whore..." he said coldly, tightening his grip on her wrists.
 
Roxanne tried not to start panicking, not wanting the bastard to see her tears rolling down her face she decided to play the careless card. "I never said what's underneath wasn't sexy," she growled wiggling her leg free to knee him home, taking the moment to fight back as hard as she could. Starting to crawl away from him, crawling for something that she had no idea what, looking for anything that could protect her from this mad man.
 
Christopher raised an eyebrow in interest, "Ah, that's a good -" he was stopped, grunting in pain as she kneed him in the crotch. The pain ebbed away quickly, but she was already crawling. His knife lay next to her broken phone, alone and closer to her.
 
Moving quicker than she thought possible in a crawl she saw just what she was looking for, the knife that was use to stop her from calling for help. Moving quickly she forced the blade out of the device, immediately facing it to Christopher, her hands gripping tightly to the weapon. "I miss admit this isn't my weapon of choice, but I'm sure with a little push I could use it just fine," she warned standing slowly.
 
Christopher only allowed a smirk on his face, raising an eyebrow at Roxanne. "Oh, come now... you use that, you'll get hurt!" he said, warning her but also sounding like a threat. Glancing to the left, he noticed the handgun by the couch, and quickly moved to it, gripping it tightly, he turned and pointed the gun at her evenly. "Also not my weapon of choice, but..."
 
Roxanne froze at the movement, seeing her gun placed so carefully in his hand she couldn't believe what she was seeing. She wasn't an idiot, she knew that in the end the gun would win and she would soon suffer a death unless she listened to what he told her too. Letting the blade slip from her hands she rose them above her head, as was custom when faced with a gun. "Don't shoot..I..I'll behave," she forced out, even if she wanted the man dead.
 
A grin pulled at the young killer's lips, as did a low chuckle. "Good girl," he said, cracking his neck as she rose her hands. "Now... be a good girl and take off your clothes... slowly." he said, pointing the handgun directly at her throat. Might as well aim for something familiar, eh?
 
Doing as he said she slowly lowered her hands, taking off the coat she had placed over her shoulders only moments ago. Her lazy tee coming off next reveling her black lacy bra, her hands pulling off her jeans showing the matching pair of panties she had placed on her body. Her eyes refusing to look at him seeing that subconsciously, mostly out nerve, had listen to what he told her in the questioning room. Her feet free of socks and shoes. Tossing the last article of clothing she looked to Christopher heatedly, her cheeks painted pink again.
 
Christopher laughed as she was undressing, though he bit his lip as she revealed her black lingerie that accented her bust nicely. "Ohhh... even more proof that you're just a slut..." he said proudly, then motioned her to walk forward. Sitting back on the couch, he directed her to get on her knees.
 
Moving painfully forward she did as she was directed, getting to her knees lowering her head to the ground. Her long hair falling in her face covering her despising for this man, her face scrunched in a pain that told him that she was regretting ever going in that motel to ask for DNA. She should have had a partner with her, or better yet she should have just called the man.
 
As she kneeled, Christopher placed the barrel of the gun against the side of her head, teasing the trigger as he grinned. "Suck me off, whore..." he said, cracking his neck as he waited for her to do as he said.
 
Roxanne didn't say a word, instead she raised her shaky hands to his pants undoing them slowly, stalling for time that was pointless to have. Reaching in she pulled out his member, pump the cock she remembered so well, her head down in sorrow while she moves her head forward. Her lips quivering in remembrance, her heart pleading with her to run, lowering her lips to his cock she starts her slow suck on the man that she wanted nothing more than to run from.
 
"Hehehaahh..." he let out a low moan, relaxing a bit but still holding the gun to her head. Christopher's eyes flicked down her back, noticing that Roxanne looked even sexier in her black underwear, and so he leaned forward and grabbed her ass tightly, squeezing it periodically as he moaned in pleasure.
 
Roxanne fought the need to bite him, wanting to sink her teeth into him and rip; but the barrel at her head reminded her it was best not to do such things. Tears started rolling down her face again, her eyes closed tightly her mouth working against him as it had again. Roxanne tried her best to move her ass out farther so he wouldn't be able to reach it and toy with her.
 
The young killer reacted and reached even further to grip an entire cheek and pulled her closer. "Don't even try, Roxy... keep going!" he exclaimed before he growled sensually, his index finger sliding over and running between her ass cheeks, teasing her tight little hole.
 
Roxanne gave a worried moan around Christopher at his touch, her moan vibrating his cock while she sucked him harder. Picking up her sucks she wanted it to be done with, her tongue starting to work with her mouth, swirling and twisting around his cock in delicious desires. Her eyes closed, her knees moving to bring her closer to him, sucking more feverishly on the mad man. Her hands slipping in his pants to fondle him, urging him to finish faster.
 
"Slow down, Roxanne. I'm not gonna give you everything just yet. In fact..." he said, stopping his word and becoming silent before he groaned, leaning his head back for a second. He waited until his cock throbbed madly inside her mouth and it was soaked enough. It was then his hand vanished from her ass before gripping her hair and yanking her off his length. "Turn around..." he growled.
 
Roxanne looked at him in shocked, confusion wondering why he had stopped her when he was so close to cumming that she could feel his large vein pulsing against her tongue. Hearing his command she found her eyes looking to the gun, determining what the probability was that she would get to it before he shot. She decided it wouldn't have been a good enough chance to risk, turning around she bowed her head excepting him to reenter her for the second time in her life.
 
Christopher slid from the couch, landing on his legs as he sat behind Roxanne. His free hand squeezed one of her cheeks before letting go and lifting it up to where she could see it. He waited for a few seconds before swinging it quickly and slapping her ass roughly. "Damn..." he said with a chuckle, the fingers slipping under the hem of her panties, slipping under and holding the majority of the fabric in his fist, bunching it up before pulling it upwards to dig into her pussy and ass.
 
Roxanne saw the hand falling and she prepared for the sting, her body jerking forward the moment his hand bit down on her flesh. She bit back the pained cry she wanted to give, her shaking from his activities leading up to now. Her panties moving against her pussy and ass in a coaxing manner that made her moan in her mouth, the sound muffled but obvious. Her hands balling in tight fist at what he was doing to her, hating herself all over again.
 
"Heh..." a chuckled came from his throat as Christopher yanked a little harder, pulling the underwear towards Roxanne, digging in more. The young killer stood up, positioning himself above her ass, pulling more. "Did someone miss me..?" he whispered in her ear. The finger on the trigger of the gun seemed to be squeezing it, ready to fire at any time; but the man had great control over his reflexes and wouldn't fire unless he wanted to.
 
Roxanne bit down her tongue at his pulling, her eyes leaking freely over her face giving her head a sharp shake she denied him. Sure he had been on her mind for the past few weeks, haunting her dreams and thoughts at all hours in the day. Just when she had thought that maybe she was going to get over the fear and threat coming true, now here he was just as strong and deadly as she recalled him to be that night.
 
Seeing the simple, yet urgent shake of the head, the young man yanked even harder and kept it there, digging into her ass and pussy. "Come on now, Roxy... keep lying and I'll keep it like this," he hissed, lowering himself and applying weight as a hard bulge was evident on her ass. She was being more difficult than the night they shared their first memory, but this facade wouldn't hold true for long. He knew that Roxanne's body ached for his own, and he was going to relieve that emotion soon.
 
She bit back her cry her hands giving her more room, but no matter how much she shifted forward he held tight, the gun on her head telling her there was no way to shake him. Looking back at him she showed her teary eyes, begging him silently to leave her alone. Her shoulders dropping she lowered her head, tears dripping from her nose. Her eyes held tightly, she opened them in defeat knowing that there was nothing she could do to stop the man above her. "I...missed you.." she cried out.
 
Despite her words, Christopher continued to pull for another few moments, taking the time to lean in and kiss her deeply. "Aw, good girl... I missed you, too..." he replied breaking the kiss, dripping some of his saliva into her mouth and relaxing on his pull. Sitting back down on the floor, he pulled her panties to the side to reveal her pulsating hole. Making sure it didn't move, he let go of the underwear, and, knowing that Roxanne couldn't see what he was doing, the man silently put down the gun, having it in easy hand's length.

Gripping her ass tightly, he began spreading her cheeks once more and looked at her. "Has my dirty slut ever been fucked in the ass?" he asked, using his right index finger to tease the tight little hole.
 
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