Killing Kate (20 page)

“Okay,” Justin agrees.  “Fair
enough.  Tell me what I should do.”

“First,” Kate says.  “Get naked.  I
want to see how hard you get.”

Justin reluctantly begins to take
his shirt and pants off and stands naked in the middle of the room.  Kate grins
and opens the closet door and Justin hears her rummage around.  When she comes
out of the closet, she is holding a huge red dildo in her hands.  “Now,” she
says, “I want you to fuck me with this until I come.”

Justin sighs.  “Okay,” he agrees. 
He takes it out of her hands and inspects it.  Besides it being about nine
inches long it's about two and a half inches around in girth.

“Get it nice and wet in me,” Kate
says.  “The wetter it is the less painful it will be when it's inside of you.”

Justin's eyes practically pop out
of his skull.  “Um, no.  You can't expect me to-”

“You will if you want to hear
everything,” Kate snaps, laying herself down on the bed.  She positions herself
as though she might be going through a gynecological exam, and Justin notices
she's so wet, she's literally dripping on the sheets.  “Get it inside of me,
and if you feel any resistance, force it in.  Push hard.”  Justin slowly walks
toward her and presses the tip of the dildo against her.  He pushes it up from
the bottom of her slit to the top to collect all of her wetness.  “Ohhhh,” Kate
moans.  “You seem like you've done this before.”

“No,” Justin says through his
teeth.  He feels ashamed for betraying Jenna, and most of all, ashamed for how
hard he is getting.  She is Jenna, he tells himself.  Everything I do to Kate,
I'm doing to Jenna.  With that thought in mind, he pushes the tip so it slowly
sinks inside of her, making Kate gasp and arch her back.  “Don't resist,”
Justin says sternly.  “The harder you resist the more I will push and tear you
apart if I have to.”  His hand moves to his cock and he begins to rub the
glistening tip with the palm of his unoccupied hand while he moves the shaft of
the dildo deeper inside of her, pushing it in slowly and out.  He can feel her
loosen up.

“Harder,” she whispers.  It's about
halfway inside of her and Justin presses slowly and firmly against the base of
the dildo, getting another inch inside.  He moves his hand against his own
member down his shaft, feeling it pulse and throb in his wet palm. His
breathing quickens as Kate's does, and he manages to get another inch deeper
inside of her before he explodes and spurts into his own hand.  Kate looks up
at him and grins.  “I guess you do feel something for me.”

“Shut up,” he groans and shoves the
remainder of the dildo inside of her, making her shriek and cry out.  She is
coming hard and the dildo moves out of her as she clenches up and pushes it out. 
“Shut up!” he repeats, but it's too late.  There's a knock on the door.

“Jenna!” Devin shouts from the
other side.  “What's going on?”

“We're fine!” Kate squeaks about an
octave higher than her usual voice and Justin notes the difference in how Kate
speaks versus Jenna for the first time.

“Okay,” Devin says.  “Keep it down
in there, you two.  Some of us are trying to actually get some sleep.”  He
laughs and Justin hears his footsteps as he walks away.  His heart is beating
fast.

“Let me clean you up,” Kate says
huskily, throwing the dildo aside and bending down and taking Justin's cock
inside of her mouth.  His erection was fading but comes back almost instantly
as she sucks his own juices off of him.  She looks up and smiles.  “So what
else should we talk about?”

Justin lies back, still shuddering
from his orgasm.  “You're unbelievable.”

Kate lays herself alongside of
him.  “We could talk about that if you like.  I'm my own favorite topic.”

“Where are the videos?” Justin
asks.  “Do you know if Jack still had them before he died?”

“I know a lot about Jack that Devin
and Jenna don't,” Kate says.  “I used to visit him, you know, without Devin and
Jenna's knowledge.  Sometimes I'd come to see him in prison.  We talked a bit
about the past.”

“Where are they, Kate?” Justin
repeats.

“They're in the house,” Kate said. 
“There's a whole crawl space full of them that has yet to be discovered.  It
was overlooked when we all moved in because it's been sealed up for years and
isn't very large.”

“Thank you,” Justin says.  “I have
one more thing to ask you and I'm done.”

“I'll allow it now,” Kate agrees. 
“But you know what you have to do for me next.”

“I'll do it,” Justin says
reluctantly, but he needs the information, and she is Jenna, he tells himself.

“I believe you will,” Kate says. 
“That’s why I’ll tell you first.  I think you like me and can’t refuse me.  I
think you want me to have my way with you.”  Justin doesn’t say anything.  “Ask
me.”

“Tell me if you think it was Drake,
and how he's connected to the past.”

“You don’t waste much time,” Kate
teases.  “You also don't follow politics much.  At least I'd assume you don't. 
Or else you'd realize that Drake Carroll's older brother Mike was a state
senator about sixteen years ago.”

“I didn't realize that,” Justin
said.  “I’m not very politically savvy at all.  So tell me more.”

“Mike Carroll is in Washington,”
Kate explains.  “He's running for Congress or something.  Any incriminating
evidence, particularly where he's fucking a ten year old girl, is probably
enough to destroy his career in politics and make him go to prison.”

“Holy shit.”

“Exactly.”

“Wait,” Justin says.  “Are you
kidding me, Kate?”

“Why would I joke about that?” she
asks him.  “Can I have a cigarette?”

Justin passes her Jenna’s pack. 
She takes one out and holds it between her lips while Justin lights it for
her.  “I guess I knew that Jenna was molested when she was younger, but hearing
it so blatantly put…it’s chilling.”

Kate shrugs.  “You’re going to have
to get over that.  Jack used Jenna all the time.  Jenna got fucked younger than
ten.  It’s a fucked up world, sweetheart, and you’re knee deep in it with this
crowd.”

“I'll say,” Justin sighs.  “So Drake
thinks that video is in this house?”

Kate shrugs.  “It's a matter of
finding it.  I'd say that it's probably here amongst the other hundreds of
videos.  Jack kept everything and sealed it off years before he went away.  It
was his hobby.  He used to use VHS and even had fancy equipment to convert it
all to DVD.  The shit was like a gold mine, kiddie porn.  I mean, as long as
you don’t get caught.  If anyone ever found out what was down there, he would
have been put away for life.”

“I wish someone had found it and
killed him,” Justin says.  “I would have killed him if he were still alive
today.”

Kate rolls her eyes.  “Not that it
matters now.  But it matters to people starring on those videos, or at least
the ones who are trying to run for office.  My guess is that Mike Carroll is
having his little brother do the dirty work for him.  He used to come and
watch, you know.”

“Who?” Justin asks.

Kate smiles.  “Drake, of course.”

“No!” Justin exclaims.  “He
couldn't have been more than a little kid.”

“He was a teenager,” Kate said.  “I
remembered him the first time Jenna saw him, at the funeral.”

“Why the fuck didn't you say
something?” Justin says.  “Aren't you supposed to protect her?”

Kate rolls her eyes.  “I'm supposed
to be strong for her.  I can't always protect her, I just have to endure what
she can't.”  She sits up and puts her hand on the dildo.  “And now it's your
turn to endure something for me.  I've told you what I know.”

Justin shakes his head.  “I don't
even know what to do about this.”

Kate looks almost sad.  “Give Drake
what he wants.  He'll never leave Jenna alone until he gets it.”

“But that's not fair,” Justin
says.  “These people did a horrible thing to Jenna and you expect me to let
them get away with it?”

Kate shrugs.  “They already got
away with it.  Hundreds of men got away with it, Justin.  The deed is done. 
Now all Jenna and I need to do is to figure out a way to escape our past.”  She
takes Justin by the hips and flips him over with a surprising burst of strength. 
“My turn.”

Kate pushes the handle end of the
dildo inside of herself with a soft moan and works it in and out, slowly.  Then
she reaches into the top drawer of the nightstand and pulls out a tube of
lubricant and squirts a line of it up the shaft of the dildo and rubs it around
with her hand.  Holding the dildo inside of herself and also pressing the base
of the shaft so it stays inside of her, she pushes the tip against Justin.  He
winces, even though she hasn’t done anything yet.

“This will hurt,” Kate says.  “But
I won't make you take it all like I did.  But if you want to understand Jenna,
as you claim to, you need to know what indescribable pain feels like.”

Justin doesn't answer.  His teeth
are too clenched in anticipation of the pain to respond.  When he feels it
enter him, he blacks out.

Justin has a sledgehammer and we
are in the basement.  We are both looking at the telltale brick wall that lines
the entire east side wall.  He has told me what Kate told him the night before
but only that much.  I'm not sure how I feel about finally hearing the truth.  It
doesn’t surprise me that much, but knowing what’s been hidden in the house the
entire time I’ve lived here makes me feel sick.  I think about how Jack’s
bounty could have gotten Devin and I arrested and we knew nothing about
anything.  Even a few months dead, I’m still pissed off at him for what he’s
doing to Devin and me from the grave.

I also feel sore all over, but
Justin doesn’t tell me that story.  I can piece together what happened between
Kate and Justin last night based on the soreness between my legs and the funny
way he’s walking.  Part of me wants to laugh, because Justin isn’t that type of
guy, but I know it wasn’t pleasant for him.  Oh well, that’s what he gets for wanting
to have Kate come out and play.  Still, I realize he “took a bullet” for me, so
to speak.  Though I’m sure most guys would rather take an actual bullet and be
dead than to go through what Justin went through last night.  It ironically
lets me know he cares.

Without a word, Justin slams the
head of the sledgehammer into the wall.  I watch him as he swings, slams,
swings, slams, swings, slams.  His face is red but I don't stop him.  He moves
in a jaunty way that shows me he is already in some pain.  The air is stuffy
down here already, and he breaks a sweat easily and I watch his arms tense and
glow in the sleeveless shirt he has donned for the task.  I watch him as I sit
in a recliner, unreclined.  I’m tense all over, and I sit with my back
completely straight.  I feel like a cat ready to pounce.  Devin isn't home.  He's
working, and it's a good thing because I don't know how to tell him that we're
breaking down a brick wall in the basement in an attempt to find Jack's hidden
stash of child pornography with me as the star.  That’s not exactly a
conversation I feel like starting.

Bricks begin to loosen and dust is
rampant.  Time seems to stop but I know Justin’s been hacking away at the wall
for maybe an hour.  The sound bangs away in my ears and fills my brain.  I wish
I'd had the foresight to put some sort of breathing mask on, the air is so
thick with brick dust in addition to the dust already settled down here.  Devin
and I didn't do much with the basement after we'd moved in, other than throw a
few collapsed empty boxes down here.  It seemed set up as Jack's hideaway, with
an easy chair I’m sitting on that faces a television and even some empty beer
bottles on a table next to the chair.  Posters of old classic cars cover the
concrete walls, mostly with women in bikinis leaning against them.  They look
like old beer ads from the 80’s.  Actually, there are some of those too, I
notice.  Paint cans are stacked up against one wall and tools are scattered
everywhere.  It's a man cave, and we are about to completely tear it apart. 
“Holy shit,” Justin says, interrupting my thoughts.  He hacks away a bit more
at the bricks and starts to pull them away.  They aren't cemented in
completely, or even at all in some places, I can tell from the way they start
to tumble, bringing up even more dust.  I watch Justin pull more bricks away
and we soon discover that the entire wall is covered in DVDs behind the bricks.

When he stands back I walk over and
pick up one of the DVD cases and inspect it.  “P. Barnes - 8/16/1996” is typed
up on the cover.  I pull a few more out and see the same format; a name and a
date.  They seem to range from 1992 to 1998, from when I was six to twelve
years old.  There are hundreds, and I rack my brain wondering why I never
realized that everything Jack made me do was recorded.  There are video tapes
as well, and when I look over at the television in the basement, I realize that
the setup is to copy tape to DVD.  I wonder how long after I was out of Jack's
life he managed to profit off of whoring out his daughter.  “I feel sick,” I
tell Justin.

“I do too,” he agrees.  “I think we
should destroy them.”

I shake my head.  I take one of the
DVDs and walk over to the television.  I figure out how to turn it on and I put
the DVD in the player.  “Jenna, what the hell are you doing?” I hear Justin ask
me.