Kat watched with what started out as restrained rage as Anya waddled in proudly.  Her partially filled belly sloshed back and forth with every move he made, jiggling with every tap of the traitorous slut's impossibly high heels.  Kat's lip curled with disgust, not only at her bloated appearance but at the fact that she seemed so prideful over it, almost as if she was lording it over everyone in the room.<br/><br/>The wanton strumpet's eyes streaked over to Kat and then rolled mockingly.  When she laughed through the muffling of her ball gag Kat could take no more.  She lunged forward with every bit of strength she had left in her body.  Death or no death it would be worth it to teach this traitor a lesson!  Surprisingly Kat made no sound nor did she say a word as she flew at the girl.  Her arm drew back once she was in range and her tight fist thrust forward, cracking hard against the right side of the girls cheek and jaw.  The ball gag, beneath the flesh of the girl's cheek, had smashed against Kat's knuckles, bruising them badly due to the force of her jab.  She didn't even feel the pain.  Immediately her left hand moved down and ripped at Anya's flimsy pink dress which the girl seemed so very fond of.  The straps tore easily and the dress fell to the floor ruined.