Chapter 88: Kiss of Death

Felton took his .50 caliber rifle and looked off the edge of Xenia’s villa down towards the ocean a mile away.

He decided to take a prone position, and he looked through his scope to assess the targets. There were more than ten targets present, and he could choose which to shoot at.

He picked a target and focused on it. The waves of the sea rocked the target up and down. He tried to move with the target until he believed he had the pattern of the waves down. He gripped the trigger lightly and held his breath.

“BOOM!”

He fired his first shot. The bullet flew in the air towards the target and missed entirely by a full inch as it proceeded to shoot through the wooden floor of the yacht.

Xenia looked on quietly and smiled at his failure. She knew his shot wasn’t even close, and his chances of winning this round were 0.0%.

His men looked on at the first missed shot of the competition. They grew more and more anxious as they realized they had never trained for this type of scenario.

Felton refocused and adjusted his aim. He then took aim and fired once again. This time, the bullet whirred through the air catching nothing until it once again exploded into the finished wooden floor of the yacht.

He clinched his teeth and mumbled to himself, “Come on! Come on Felton! You’re better than this.”

He switched targets and fired again. He missed yet again.

Xenia looked on sipping her mimosa to the side with a smile on her face thinking to herself, “He’s utterly hopeless now. The anxiety and self-doubt have crept in, and they won’t be ignored lightly.”

Felton’s men looked on as he fired shot after shot and missed time and time again. They began to convince themselves that his performance was not unusual, and it was highly likely that Xenia would perform poorly as well. After all, this was an exceptionally challenging event.

Felton fired his tenth shot. His last shot. Not surprisingly, he missed for the last time.

Xenia clapped and mocked him as he stood, “Bravo! Captain Felton, Bravo!”

She took a sip of her drink and proceeded to say, “One single hit, and I kill you all.”

Felton stared her in the eyes, “You still need to connect that one shot. It isn’t as simple as you think. I am a world-class sniper, and I didn’t connect with one target.”

She raised her eyebrows, “Then you won’t mind if I replace the targets down there with your men? I’ll even make you a deal.”

Felton and his men listened intently knowing their lives rode on what she offered next, “I receive one shot attempt on each of you 14 men. If I miss, you walk away with your life even if I win the overall competition. Simple as that.”

The guardsmen nodded ‘yes’ towards Felton knowing it was an extremely generous deal. There was no downside for them. Felton outreached his hand, and Xenia quickly shook on it.

She had a huge smile as she directed her soldiers standing to the side, “Take the guardsmen to the shore and have them fastened on the yacht as targets for my round.”

The soldiers moved to fulfill her orders immediately, and the guardsmen knew better than to offer any resistance as they moved along with the soldiers directing them.

Xenia then turned to Peter and shouted, “Peter! Since I am on the cusp of victory, allow me to give you a taste of how we are going to celebrate.”

She walked over to her bag sitting by her chair under the sun umbrella and began to rummage through it with her back turned to Peter. He and Felton heard her unzip her pants and maneuver. They then heard her zip her pants back up.

She turned around to face Peter and said, “See anything you like?”

Peter didn’t just like her body, he loved it. However, he immediately noticed one not so subtle difference. Reaching down her right leg was a rather large cock imprint underneath her pants.

He nodded, “I do.”

She walked over to him and hiked her leg onto his chair putting her cock imprint up to her face. She stroked the surface of her strap-on cock under her pants and said, “Go ahead. Kiss it for me.”

Peter knew better than to disobey a direct order from his captor, and he immediately leaned into her thigh and began to kiss her strap-on cock up and down over her leather pants.

She asked, “Do you like it?”

He nodded as he kissed, “I love it. Thank you mistress.”

She gave him a big smile and said, “Good. Because once I win, I am going to fuck you so hard with it.”

She turned away and walked back to the infinity ledge facing the sea. She gave Felton no notice as she felt no embarrassment for speaking of her upcoming sexual escapades in front of him. She simply looked out over the bay and said, “They are in position.”

She then turned to Felton and walked up to him, “Go ahead. Feel my cock.”

Felton reluctantly ran his hand up and down her strap-on cock under her leather pants, and she laughed in his face, “It’s bigger than yours. Isn’t it?”

Before he could answer, she put her finger up to his lips and took a .50 caliber bullet in the other hand. She kissed the bullet with her luscious lips and then sucked on the tip before removing it from her mouth with a ‘pop’ from the suction of her lips.

She then turned to assume a prone position and called out, “Every one of your guardsmen will receive a kiss from me to them. Directly on the lips.”

Without hesitation, she loaded the bullet into the chamber via the bolt-action and fired it nearly immediately.

Felton looked on to see the head of one of his men explode into a red mist as the bullet made perfect contact on his lips.

She looked back at him with a smile, “I call it the Kiss of Death.”

She picked up another bullet and moaned as she ran it up her big boobs over her leather outfit. She then brought it up to her lips and gently kissed it before loading it into the rifle and taking aim.

She quickly fired once more. The shot made perfect contact once again on her target’s lips as his head exploded into red mist once again leaving nothing behind where his head once stood.

She looked on through the scope and began to moan in pleasure. She grabbed another bullet and another and another, kissing each one before she fired, delivering her kiss of death with perfect form to each guardsman.

Felton looked on in abject shock. He couldn’t move as he watched his men die one after another. She had yet to miss a shot as he thought to himself, “What kind of monster is she?!”

Xenia called to Peter before firing her next shot, “Peter come fuck me from behind. Fuck me hard, so maybe, just maybe one of these poor men escapes alive.”

Felton once again was stunned, “Another sadistic and lecherous handicap?”

Peter walked over to her and stood behind her as she fired another shot. He watched her leather-clad ass jiggle with the recoil as he heard a distant pop as another head exploded on the yacht below.

He leaned down to lower her pants, and she angrily yelled, “Rip them and fuck me immediately!”

Peter ripped apart her pants over her ass and quickly dropped his own pants as he began to fuck her doggy style as she took aim again with a kiss on her bullet.

He slid his hard cock in and out of her ass as he grabbed her ass and used it as leverage to go harder and harder.

Xenia continued to fire shot after shot killing each guardsman as she went. With just two men left to fire on, Xenia yelled, “I said to fuck me hard! If you would follow instructions, maybe one of these men would live!”

Peter grabbed her hips and began to pound away at her as he visibly rocked her on the ground. However, her aim was still true as she blew the head off the second to last target.

She angrily kissed the last bullet and growled to herself as she quickly loaded and fired the last bullet. She didn’t even wait to observe the head of the last target burst into pieces as she stood up knocking Peter to the ground yelling, “You insolent fool! Not a single man survived! God damnit!”

She marched over to Felton yelling, “Do you not know how to fuck me hard, Peter? This is how you fuck hard!”

As she marched over to a visibly fearful Felton, she bloodbent him to his knees as she removed the strap-on cock underneath her pants bringing it out to play and torture with. She grabbed the 12-inch-long black cock which matched her black leather outfit and shoved it forcefully into Felton’s mouth and began to fuck his throat harder and harder.

As she forced the cock down his throat, he gave out a smothered scream filled with gargling as he tried to breathe against the ramming of her strap-on down this throat. She grabbed the back of his head and angrily thrust back and forth.

She yelled to Peter, “This is what I expect when I tell you to fuck me hard. I expect to hurt. I expect to be scared.”

She fell forward onto Felton pushing his back against the ground as he fell, and she started to throat fuck him harder and harder against the concrete floor. The up and down banging of her thrusts repeatedly hit his head against the concrete until his skull began to crack.

She laughed and yelled in pleasure as she continued harder and harder watching his skull crack with blood oozing from his eyes and throat dripping down his neck.

She then took several large thrusts which banged his head against the ground completely shattering his skull as her big cock penetrated out the back of his skull with blood, bone, and brains spilling everywhere.

She stood up panting as she was very pleased with herself. She grabbed a towel as she cleaned off her cock and sat down on the chair underneath the sun umbrella.

She snapped her fingers and pointed to her cock as she said, “Now come fuck yourself on my cock. I want to watch you milk yourself on my cock.”

Peter was as nervous as ever as he removed his pants completely and walked over. He straddled over her lap and softly, gently began to insert her cock into his ass.

As he entered the tip, she grabbed his shoulders and forced him down the rest of the length of her cock swiftly causing him to grimace and shriek in pain as his ass tore several inches from the full insertion.

Xenia put her hands behind her head and relaxed, “Now go to town. I want to watch you fuck my cock and cum for me. Grab my big tits, feel my body up, do whatever you need to do, but you aren’t getting off my cock until your prostate screams with pleasure for me.”

Peter immediately began to slide up and down on her strap-on cock. He indulged and leaned over grabbing her big boobs and feeling her toned body as he fucked her cock up and down, all 12 inches sliding in and out as he went.

He had no idea what to expect as he had never experienced anal sex in this fashion; however, what he felt was surprisingly good. The feeling of her massive cock rubbing against his prostate from the inside was unusual and welcomed.

He began to ride her harder and harder with disregard for his anal lacerations which shot with pain as he continued.

Xenia smiled up at him enjoying every second until finally Peter gave out a legitimately pleasurable cry as he experienced a different type of orgasm for the first time in his life. A prostatic orgasm.

He contorted his face as the pleasure washed both over his body and throughout the inside of his body hitting from all directions until finally he came to a halt on her lap.

Xenia smiled up at him, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you just volunteered to become my anal slut. You’re going to be craving this big black cock while I’m away, aren’t you?”

He sheepishly nodded and smiled, “I daresay I might. What a feeling.”

He dismounted her, and she stood as well removing the strap-on to place back in the bag.

She looked to the sea and then to Peter, “The royal guard is no more. Soldiers! Take Pope Peter back to his dungeon cell. Be sure to re-place the void dagger.”

She caressed his face and said, “I don’t want my favorite toy escaping while I’m away.”