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Sebastian:

I follow Cade’s body up the long, winding driveway. Of course, a dickhead asshole like Luke would live on a giant hill, overlooking all who serve him. I grip the steering wheel harder in annoyance as I glance at Alina out of the corner of my eye. She’s doing her best to steady her breathing, though her fingers are quickly drumming over her thighs.

I look forward out the windshield, steeling myself for a final time. One last internal pep talk. One final moment of calm before the storm. I take a deep fucking breath and let it out silently, feeling a sense of control wash over me. Tonight is about my girl and making sure she’s safe for the foreseeable future. One we’re about to finally be able to spend together.

I’m glad I’m ready as we crest the top of the drive, and I’m immediately forced to dodge a pack of hyperactive Dobermans. They’re big fuckers too. “How many goddamn dogs does this douche bag have? ” I complain as I try to maneuver through the sea of canines towards the mansion.

“A fuck-ton!! ” Alina shouts as a vicious set of teeth flash in her window, a mean fucker clawing dangerously at her door and scratching the fuck out of my Audi. She shoots towards the center of the car, fearfully crowding me. I park behind the vehicle Cade climbed out of. I’m met by another angry Dobie on my side as its heated breath clouds my window from its manic barking. We both jump, grabbing for each other as we huddle over the center console. “Remind me to never get a dog,” Lina says shakily.

“Yeah. Done ,” I mumble back as they continue to snap and snarl at us. Cade walks towards us and the dogs zoom over to him in a sea of aggressive growls, yips and saliva. But as soon as they register who he is, they’re jumping on his body affectionately and licking at his face. He smiles, petting and praising them as he runs towards the house. The Dobermans follow him without a hint of hesitation. “Well, I’ll be damned,” I say as I watch them retreat and Alina shakes her head in disbelief.

“He wasn’t lying… I’m hoping that’s a good omen for us the rest of the fucking evening,” she says as she unbuckles her seatbelt, and we watch two men exit Cade’s car. She slips her stilettos onto her feet. “Shall we?” she asks hesitantly. I shake my head no furiously.

“I’m not getting out until Cade texts you it’s safe,” I say defensively, looking around to see if any stray dogs are looming in the darkness.

“Oh. Duh. I’m so nervous, I’m not thinking straight,” she admits. I grab her face in between my hands, taking a steadying breath so she’ll follow my lead. We repeat this for a few rounds until I see her settle a little bit. My heart constricts in my chest as I take in her beauty. Lina has always been the only woman to ever make me feel this way. I’m fucked up when I stare into her eyes. It’s a weird cocktail of soothing rage when we gaze at each other. I hope it never goes away. I don’t think it ever will. I sigh, biting my bottom lip as her face morphs into concern.

“I need to talk to you,” I quietly admit.

“What’s wrong?” she asks anxiously, stroking my face. I lean into her fingers before answering her.

“I need your permission to act a certain way tonight,” I continue as her confusion deepens.

“What do you mean?” Her voice is unsure as her hand drops from my cheek. I exhale again, my stomach flipping a fuck-ton as she waits for me to reply.

“If you want to send a message to Luke, then the best way to do that is to be totally submissive to me. And I need to know that you’re ready to act out anything I tell you to do. And it may trigger you, Lina. I know he’s hurt you sexually. And for this to have the effect you want, I’ll have to be in control tonight,” I explain to her. She smirks with a roll of her eyes, surprising me.

“I completely trust you. I know exactly where you’re going with this. And you have my permission to make me your fuck doll. In every sense of the name, Bash Cox,” she says dangerously. “I trust you,” she repeats to emphasize her point. I’m relieved as fuck that she does. I needed to hear that shit again.

“Ok. Let’s fuck this asshole up, baby,” I say as I bite at her pulse. I can’t stop. It’s reminding me she’s ok, alive and right next to me. I fist the fox tail in my hand and look at her, while petting it. “You’re going to look so fucking hot with this in your little asshole,” I growl as she melts into her seat.

“Oh, I’m aware. Eat your heart out,” she snarls as I bite at the space between us and my jaw snaps in the quiet of the car. A buzz sounds from her phone. She smiles wickedly, the air charged with anticipation.

“It’s time, Bash.”

“After you, fuck doll.”

We hug each other tightly, our fingers digging into the flesh of our bodies. I take a mental note of her scent, her warmth and her energy as it consumes me. I never want to forget this moment or how she felt in my arms before we murdered Luke. It’s hard as shit to let her go, but I finally do. With one last glimpse into her emerald eyes, we exit the car.

*****

Alina:

My heels click with each step I take upon the stone of the pool area. It’s absolutely massive, resembling something you’d see at a resort. The water surrounds an outdoor, in-ground amphitheater that’s tiered. It’s a brilliant stage for our final performance. Bridges allow one to enter the pit, spanning above the pool, which lazily surrounds the area like a river. Palm trees decorate the edges of the backyard. Their fronds blow lazily in the breeze as Bash tunes his red and white guitar. I pace nervously in front of him. The echo of my heels is loud in the loaded silence while we wait.

There’s a heavy chair that two of Cade’s men placed in the center of the amphitheater for us. Big and gaudy, it’s complete with red velvet fabric along the seat and up the back. We found it sitting in Luke’s living room. Golden filigree juts out menacingly around the top of it. It’s where Luke will see Bash seated before him when he comes to. Luke will be tied into a sturdy, yet boring and practical chair. He’ll know that it’s lacking the moment he looks up and sees Bash in front of him. Staring down into his pathetic face from behind the eyes of the plague doctor mask.

I’ve set my tools up on a table I found on the pool deck. I covered it with a black silk scarf that a client once gifted me. It’s the perfect personal touch to my macabre workspace. Bash finishes tuning his guitar and sets it in the stand next to his chair. He turns his head to look at me. Neither of us speak as we share a moment. I hear footsteps to my left and look to see Cade and his men carrying over a limp, knocked-out Luke. I suck in a surprised breath.

“He looks so pathetic like that. I’ve never seen him appear so powerless.” My voice is quiet as my mind tries to compute what it’s seeing. Bash grabs the first piece of his mask, a simple black piece of fabric resembling a ski mask that he throws on over his head.

“He is powerless now, Lina Girl. Remember that tonight. The more scared he becomes, you fucking feed, baby. Take every ounce of energy back that he’s ripped from you,” he snarls dangerously as he fucks with his mic and turns it on. I help him fasten the bird mask to his face, placing a kiss upon the tip of his nose before doing so. Lastly, he covers it all with a hood, posing in front of me. The mask definitely completes his outfit and I’m able to get a sense of the character he’s about to play.

“Holy shit,” I breathe out as I look him up and down, turned the fuck on and ready to party. “You look stunning, Sebastian.” He laughs softly into the mic and helps me out of my jacket. Goose bumps erupt across my skin due to the cool night air as Cade and his men cross the bridge, lugging Luke between the three of them. His head bobs stupidly as he’s set into the smaller chair and is tied without remorse to it. I cling to Bash, a sudden feeling of deep fear consuming me due to our forced proximity to Luke. His fingers tumble gracefully over my arm as he comforts me by playing a series of invisible notes upon my skin.

He finally releases the tail he’s clung to all night by handing it to me and sits in the chair across from Luke. He pats his leg, calling me to him as I obey, sitting upon his lap by straddling his leather-clad thigh, my stilettos making me taller than normal against him. I place the tail over his leg as well, sitting up straight to appear confident. Taking a deep breath, I look at Bash and smile. Even though I can’t see his face, I feel the power of his returned affection. He squeezes my leg as Cade and his men disappear.

Bash picks up the smoke bomb next to his throne.

He clears his throat before kicking Luke’s chair. He doesn’t move. We wait a few more minutes before Bash tries again, and this time, his head begins to roll unsteadily on his shoulder. Bash sets off the black smoke bomb and points it all at Luke’s face. Hacking continues for a few minutes as Luke’s lungs are assaulted with the substance directly. I dig my nails into Bash’s arm as our final performance begins.

Sebastian:

Smoke pours into dickhead Luke’s face as he coughs and chokes. It’s highly satisfying to hear him struggle, though we’ve barely even gotten started. But the sound is already making my dick hard. Every second we make him suffer together is payback for both of the things we’ve been through in our fucked up lives. Alina looks like a goddamn queen perched upon my thigh. Her back is straight and even though I know she’s nervous, she doesn’t look it. The fire pits that line the top of the amphitheater blaze with life, lighting her silhouette up from behind. It’s a miracle I haven’t fucked her brains out yet. She’s so fucking tempting with those little fox ears pinned in her hair.

“What in the actual fuck?! ” slurs a pissed off Luke. I can’t see him through the smoke but hear him struggling in his chair. I feel calmer and more in control than I have all week as I wait for the air to clear between us. Luke shouts out a string of unoriginal curses as he hacks some more. The black cloud before us dissipates enough for him to spy me in my mask seated before him. “Jesus fucking Christ!!! What the shit is happening?! Goddammit, holy fuck!!” he shrieks so beautifully as he claws at the arms of the chair he’s tied to. “Who the fuck are you?! And how the hell did you…” He suddenly sees Alina on my lap and snarls at her, his fear replaced with fury. “You fucking cunt!! ”

I grab the bat I placed next to my chair earlier, securing my other arm around Alina’s hips. I swing it through the air, flipping it in my hand for show before savagely connecting it with the outside of his ankle. His howls of pain are causing my dick to leak into my boxer briefs. I do nothing to hide my hard-on. I can see him scanning the outline of my cock as he writhes in severe discomfort, his ankle now positioned at an awkward angle.

My father used a bat on me the night that Alina patched me up in the shed. So tonight, I’m taking that trauma out on Luke.

“I think you fucking shattered it!” he cries like a wounded animal. I laugh into my microphone, the chilling sound of my voice making him freeze. He finds enough of his balls to stare at the mask again. I can practically taste his fear as it wafts off of his body.

“Your ankle is the least of your worries,” I inform him coldly. To his credit, he braces himself for a fight.

“You’re that fucking rockstar, douche bag, aren’t you?” he seethes. I hold my hands out to either side of my body at his praise, careful not to jostle Alina.

“You’re a genius,” I sarcastically reply. He rolls his eyes and tries to loosen the restraints once more by pulling up on them. “You’re not going anywhere, dickhead.” His lip begins to tremble as he tries to level me with a hard stare. He decides he can’t and turns instead to Alina, the cowardly bastard.

“I should’ve known it would be you to turn against me,” he angrily growls.

“I was never for you,” she corrects him. “But I am surprised you didn’t see it coming. You made me fuck other people in order for you to get paid. You should’ve known it was just a matter of time until I fucked you for all you were worth too.”

“Never thought you had the balls,” he spits. Lina rolls her eyes.

“And yet, you sit tied before me ,” she hisses. Her fingers begin to pet my dick as I laugh into the mic, knowing she isn’t even aware of what she’s doing. She’s just that addicted to my cock. I turn to her, grabbing her jaw possessively as she stares into my mask hungrily.

“Not yet, fuck doll.” My tone isn’t friendly. It’s condescending as fuck. Alina performs perfectly and melts anyway as we discussed back in the car. She smirks at me and pecks the plague doctor mask right on the tip of the beak. I know the effect of her red kiss mark upon the leather is going to make Luke cringe. He does exactly as I expect him to, visibly shivering as he scrunches up his face in disgust.

“ Oops ,” she says innocently, making me growl authentically into the mic. She lengthens her spine in my lap and whimpers softly as she cuddles into me, biting her bottom lip. Luke goes rigid, the jealousy plain to see in his angry features.

“Just like a fucking whore to sit yourself on the dick with the most power,” Luke spits. Alina actually cackles. It makes me proud that she isn’t letting him get to her.

“You taught me well,” she counters darkly. Luke wars with himself as a series of his emotions flash before our eyes. Anger, fear, and desperation, amongst others. It’s delicious to sample them all as he squirms in his restraints.

“Watch the way you speak to my fuck doll,” I warn him as I point the butt of the bat in his face. He leans back as far as the chair will allow him, but my weapon is still able to invade his personal space.

“ Fuck doll? That’s what does it for you?” he throws out as Alina grinds her pussy down over my leg. She moans as she dry humps me, fisting the tail in between her fingers as she wiggles her hips back and forth. Luke can’t help but watch it all, his mouth open due to his disbelief.

“Say it again, Bash!” she shouts in a needy voice, just like she did back in high school. My heavy breathing fills the mic before I give in to her request. I drop the bat to the cement by my throne.

“My little,” I begin and grab one of her breasts with my greedy hand and squeeze it. Her head rolls back to my shoulder. “ Wet ,” I continue as I move my other hand to the front of her pussy and cup the outside of it. “Fuck doll,” I finish as I dig my fingers into her flesh over her underwear and she squeals so fucking perfectly. Luke stares dumbfounded, his stupid mouth still gaping in awe.

I grab at the collar on Alina’s neck without warning, pulling on the loop the leash connects to. I swing her down and forward, on her knees in front of me, her back to Luke. She places her hands on my own knees, clasping the tail and looking up at me obediently. Luke looks on in horror as I keep my breath rasping into the microphone. Besides that, I’m quiet as I begin to pet her face, my fingers tracing her jaw and neck. I linger over her pulse and cup her chin. I grab her hair at the nape of her neck and pull her head back viciously. I hold her cheeks between my thumb and fingers, so they’re pinched out. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” It’s forceful, leaving her without an option to deny me. She opens it as best she can, sliding her slick tongue forward. I hold my hand out. “Give me the plug, fuck doll.”

She does so eagerly, her little hips wiggling with anticipation.

“Why am I here watching this?” Luke demands. I level him with a stare as he visibly shrinks into his chair, trying to hide.

“ You know exactly why ,” I bark, the microphone amplifying my absolute rage.

The fucker has the gall to smirk at me. “She’s fucked everyone in this town, and you’re mad at me? ” Of course, he would act like it was her fault, not his. I ignore him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of an answer and look back at my Lina Girl, her mouth open and her pretty pink tongue sticking out, awaiting instructions. I decide to forget about the show for a second and live in the moment with her. Remembering that she had bought this outfit for me and saved it all these years, never knowing if we’d be able to use it together. And now as she’s crouched before me, I think I believe in miracles as I hold the plug upon her tongue and demand her to “ Suck this like it’s my dick .”

She obeys, pulling at it with her tongue and lips, making sloppy sounds with her stuffed mouth to show off her enthusiasm. The tail flails in front of her face as she works the plug. Luke rolls his eyes and looks away but is back a moment later when Alina lets out a particularly erotic moan. His knuckles are turning white as he clenches his fists. His jealousy rages around him as his breathing becomes heavier.

“ Stop ,” I order her. It’s loud, echoing throughout the amphitheater as a shudder leaves our prey. Alina obeys immediately. I hold my hand out for the plug, and she sets it in my palm. I place it on the seat of my throne. She lengthens her neck as she breathes heavily before me, waiting for my next command. My dick is hard as shit. I rub at it through my pants, making her whimper as she begins to paw at my crotch. I allow her to, moving my face with agonizing slowness from hers to his . Luke’s eyes widen as they search the vacant eyes of the mask. Alina continues to pet me through the leather, even grabbing at my pockets and tugging for effect. She’s breathing so quickly it sounds as if she’s about to hyperventilate. I laugh under my breath, grabbing her wrists and spreading her arms out wide. Her breasts heave under the strain of her arousal as she submits to me holding her there. “Stay like this while I grab your treat, little fox.” She snarls as she holds her body up, arms splayed out to the sides for me like she’s my own living crucifix. I know her poor knees are probably hurting like a bitch, but I just need her to hold on for one more second before I relieve her. I look down at her legs and her shaking thighs confirm my fears. I was going to stick my cock down her throat for a bit, but I won’t hurt her for show, even for revenge. I decide to switch tactics.

Sweeping my forearms under her armpits, I pick her body up and hold her before me. I can see the gratitude in her eyes as her face momentarily falls. I need to let her know I’m still home behind the mask. “Goddammit, you’re doing so good, Lina Girl.” She almost caves, her lip trembling when she hears her nickname. Luke is bewildered at her behavior as he watches me soften my approach and Lina melts into my chest.

“I’m ok, Bash,” she whispers and nods a little to show me she isn’t lying. I turn and grab the tail from my throne before sitting down once more. I look to Luke before turning back to her.

“Bend over,” I snarl. She moves to fall over my knee, her ass pointing towards Luke’s face. But I stop her. She looks confused as I turn her back to me and have her face him instead. “This way. And don’t look away from our prey while I play,” I say sharply. He shudders at that. I feel possessive over what’s mine and have been dreaming about watching that fucking plug disappear since she gifted me this damn tail.

Alina has always been flexible, and she takes her time now, bending in front of me slowly, keeping her eyes connected to Luke’s face. He’s shifting uncomfortably in his chair as his anger flares again. Her ass spreads naturally before me with her descent. I hold her by the top of the thong and one hip as I stand and thrust my own hips into her, the leather of my pants slapping against her bare legs deliciously. Alina grinds against me and when I pull her thong over through her large fishnets, her pretty pussy is glistening beneath the fabric. I look back to Luke. “I wish you could see how wet and swollen she is for me,” I say as I pet her pussy lips and spread them for myself, getting lost in the image of her folds. I need more room though. She yelps as I tear a hole in her tights. My fingers are immediately back at her pussy, collecting her essence over the pads of them as I enjoy the warmth of it. I bring them into the air, absentmindedly watching myself as I smooth her cum across their tips. Luke’s eyes zero in on them, glazing over in his lust.

Alina clenches her cunt for me and my dick jerks with need as I take it all in. She’s rolling her head around, her eyes locked on Luke as her arousal becomes the only sound to fill the amphitheater.

“You’re both sick fucks, you know that?” he barks from his chair. I laugh hollowly as I reach into my pocket and grab the small bottle of lube I stored there earlier.

But I decide this isn’t vulgar enough, that Luke can’t see enough of the perfection he will never be taking advantage of again. Even though I wanted to watch the plug invading Lina’s body alone, I’ll have to give the honors of the best view to him to flex my power in his face. A part of me dies at that but resurrects knowing this is literally to fuck with him.

“Rise slowly, fuck doll,” I say gently as I help Lina up. She stands, her green eyes searching my mask. I squeeze her hips and direct her towards Luke. She hesitates at first, fear present in her gaze as she pauses. She felt safe when I moved her away from Luke’s prying eyes. I know this is scary for her, so I say nothing, allowing her to ultimately make this choice. But she chooses to trust me as I walk her forward before turning her ass towards him. “It’s just you and me,” I whisper into the mic as I rub her cheek and jaw. She nods before dropping forward without my command, exposing herself to Luke. I stay in front of her and lean over her body, pulling her thong over in order for him to see her in all her glory.

“Fuck you, man!! She was mine first, you asshole!!” He tries to buck and shake the chair to get at her, but Cade and his team did a good job tying him in place. Alina doesn’t move, trusting that I have her body. I sure as fuck do.

I open the bottle and pour the lube over her. Luke can’t turn away as I begin to insert my finger into her hole. Her perfect ass accepts my intrusion and relaxes as I play with it, lazily widening it over a few minutes. I add another finger after the fourth moan that leaves Lina’s lips below me. Her hips move in time with my thrusting, especially when I add the third finger before pulling out a few seconds later. “ Goddammit!!!! ” Luke screams as I grab the tail, rimming her asshole a few times with the silicon plug before inserting it. She arches her chest, her hips going back towards the plug to meet it as she welcomes the foreign object into her body. After it’s fully disappeared, I help her up slowly, cradling her against my chest as she gets used to standing upright again. “Only sluts get off while someone watches!!” Spit leaves his lips as Luke throws his insults Lina’s way. But she’s staring at me intently through the mask, ignoring the foul words he aims at her. I can feel every ounce of her love and see the trust in her eyes as she adjusts to the plug and finds her newfound center.

I grab the bat from the cement while directing Alina to the throne. “Sit, fuck doll,” I instruct her, and she does, leaning on one hip as the fox tail proudly hugs the other and rounds her body to rest by her thigh.

“Hey, man! Get that shit out of here! I was just fucking around!!” Luke hysterically shouts as I bring the bat down hard on top of one of his forearms. It caves sickeningly and rests awkwardly on the chair below it. He shrieks, high-pitched and ear-splitting, the quiet night air only magnifying his cries for help. His dogs bark in the background, snarling and yipping every time he does. Alina twirls the tail in her hand as she cocks her head and watches Luke convulse in pain. A soft smile resides on her crimson lips. She crosses one leg over her knee and rests her chin on her palm, almost bored as she watches me play with our toy.

God, I want to fuck her so badly. She looks like a fucking vixen. Always has.

Luke continues to cry as I fist his newly broken arm in my fingers and close them harshly around the damaged flesh and bone. Alina flashes her teeth as his eyes leak fresh tears. She sits up straighter, her own eyes wide. I can tell she’s losing her fear of him and wanting in on the action. I look at her little table and smile beneath the plague doctor mask. I swing the bat over my shoulder to rest and approach her, before placing it by the throne.

“Who let you off your leash, my little pet?” I ask her. Her eyes narrow as she swings her tail playfully at me.

“You forgot about my leash,” she says with a pout, forcing a deep growl from my chest with her innocent act.

“I could never forget about you, pretty fuck doll,” I say as I find the leash among our grip of shit and grasp the loop at her neck with an aggressive jerk. She snaps her jaw at me and wiggles her ass as she’s pulled forward towards me. I roll my head upon my shoulders, so ready to fucking bust. I snap the leash in place. She grins up at me. Her thighs are rubbing together as she moves against the plug inside her, enjoying the sensations she’s in control of. I grab her jaw and force her to look up at me to distract her from driving me absolutely fucking crazy.

“Are you ready to play, little fox?” She growls so cutely, I almost come in my pants from the sound alone. She hops up off the chair and walks over to Luke, her leash in my hand. Bending down she puts her face into his. He furrows his brow, flinching from her movement, which makes her eyes widen with newfound power.

“Are you scared of me yet?” she asks faintly. Luke nods his head several times as she smirks and turns toward her table of goods. “Bash and I went shopping today. Figured someone who enjoyed torturing people for fun should have some torture involved in his own death,” she says with another flash of her teeth. I release the leash, and she spears her wrist through the end to secure it in place. Luke gulps as she uncovers the tools. A hammer and three different sized chisels are resting peacefully beneath the silk scarf. “These are for bricks, you know,” she says with a giggle. My own sadistic laughter rumbles through the microphone as Alina bows slightly to me, proud of herself. It’s all I can do to keep from ruining her moment by sticking my dick in her sinful slit. She continues.

“I thought it was poetic. To quite literally take back the pieces from you that you stole of me,” she says as she grabs the smallest one and picks up the hammer with her opposite hand.

“Wait!! Alina!! You’re not about to fucking use that shit on me, are you? After all I’ve done for you?!” Luke screams in a panic. Lina freezes and levels him with a blank stare.

“After you fucked me and abused me and forced me to have sex with others who did the same damn thing? You better believe your fucked up ass is about to get a taste of these. I’ve got a plan for the big one too,” she hisses as his eyes find that chisel on the tray. More tears fall from Luke’s eyes as she walks forward and circles behind him. He keeps trying to shift his head, but it doesn’t matter. Seeing her won’t stop what’s coming. He can’t keep her from sinking the small, sharpened chisel straight down into his shoulder and then striking it with her hammer.

Alina:

The utter shock and terror that Luke emits is pure ecstasy. Blood spurts from his wound as his mouth hangs slack, the pain beginning to register in his body. Sweat pours from his temples and tears rain from his eyes. His entire body is going into shock. I’ve never felt this fucking good in my life!

But I have though, haven’t I?

And as I look to Bash and see his dick trying to pop a tent in his leather pants, I remember every fucking second we spent together and know in my heart those were the happiest moments of my life. And as I drive the small chisel into Luke’s bicep next, below the shoulder wound, I know we’re going to make ourselves a happy life together after this. It makes me wet as fuck just thinking about it and I pause to stick my hand inside my panties to finger myself while I watch Bash in his throne, a demonic rock god sitting above the rank mortal tied below him. My hands are covered in a sticky mixture of my cum and Luke’s blood. Bash continues to laugh into his mic, overseeing everything like a satisfied predator. I fist Luke’s hair in my fingers and drag his head back to look at me, watching the pain in his eyes as he suffers at my hands. “This is for my fucking nose,” I hiss as I slam the top of the hammer’s head down into his face. The sound is both sickening and satisfying, the crunch melodic in my ears.

“Holy fuck!” Bash shouts as he stands, picks up his guitar and turns the amp on. “Care for some mood music, fuck doll?!” he asks excitedly as I grin menacingly at the injured Luke within my grasp. His blood is the prettiest paint I’ve ever seen, and I think I now understand his obsession with it for the first time as I watch it drip over my body.

“I thought you’d never ask!!” I shout happily back to Bash, my enthusiasm bordering mania.

Bash begins to play his guitar as I dance around in the blood draining from Luke’s crumpled form and falling to the amphitheater floor. My stilettos make it slippery, so I flip them off, my toes sinking into the warm liquid. I moan as I feel the substance squashing between them. And from somewhere around me, I hear Bash begin to sing Green Day’s Blood, Sex & Booze. One of my absolute favorite songs and a perfect fit for our dazzling showdown. His fingers hammer out the cords as he launches into the melody. I proceed to throw the small chisel into the water around us and up the ante to the medium-sized one.

Bash continues to jam as I dance around in sloppy circles, my tail and leash swinging about my body as I stop and approach Luke’s legs, looking down at them with whimsy in my crazy eyes.

“No, no, no!!! Alina, please!!” he shouts as I place the sharpened tool in the middle of his quad and line the hammer up. I slam it down onto the chisel as Luke shrieks hysterically. Warm blood coats my upper legs and lower stomach as his Dobermans aid us with a chorus of hysterical barking. The smell of copper scents the air around us. Luke is almost unconscious as Bash steadily does the song we picked out together for this final performance immense justice.

He draws the lines out perfectly, sounding exactly like the lead singer Billie Joe. I sigh as my fingers find their way to my pussy again, forgetting about Luke and turning to watch Bash perform as he continues to shred on his guitar. I walk up to him, covered in Luke’s blood and looking feral as all hell with a giant grin upon my face, my tools gripped between my scarlet fingers. I never knew Luke’s demise would feel so fucking thrilling. Bash continues to embody his talented rockstar persona as I melt at his feet, all his and no one else’s but my own. It’s hard not to forget why we’re here while I watch him play. I swear this man was born with a guitar in his hands. The tendons in his forearms flex as his fingers glide over the fret board. My mouth is salivating dangerously. I’m still in disbelief I get to call this man my own.

I finally return to Luke, placing the chisel on the rounded bone of his good shoulder. He’s still half-conscious, so I throw my body into the hammer, bringing it down forcefully as I split the matter there. Luke doesn’t even scream. He passes out cold, his head lolling to the side as drool spills from his mouth. Blood still leaks from his injured nose and the other parts of his body that I mutilated.

Red snakes down my exposed stomach and over my fishnet stockings. Bash launches into the guitar solo. He’s glorious in his hood and mask, his fingers playing the fuck out of the cords like he does to my pussy when we’re alone together. I twirl in the carnage, blood flying from my limbs and landing on Bash’s white Doc Martens.

It looks morbidly perfect as he performs for me.

I hear a gurgle of pain as Luke regains consciousness. Bash finishes the song while he comes to.

Sebastian:

Alina looks absolutely breathtaking as she dances barefoot through the destruction she’s inflicted upon her abuser. Her bushy fox tail collecting spilled blood and distributing it around as she twirls is the icing on the cake. I’m covered in those splotches. It adds nicely to the overall aesthetic I’m going for. My bloody vixen is extracting the medium chisel she just carved into Luke’s hip as I walk up and grab the large one off the table, handing it to her. She happily chucks the one in her hand to the messy ground.

Luke himself is barely a person anymore, resembling human pulp more than a human male. His flesh is mangled and shredded, split and torn. He can barely get any air into his body with the state his nose is in. He’s left gasping in his seat, though his breaths are shallow and filled with pain. Alina admires the large chisel in her hand as she spins again and her bushy fox tail flies with her. Her red hair matches the blood she’s covered in. She hums to herself as she assesses her damage. I decide to go for the bat again.

Remembering the scar above my eye, I swing for Luke’s brow, which is already bandaged from the candle incident with Lina. A crack echoes throughout the night, sending his dogs into a frenzy. Alina cheers and jumps, her bloody tits bouncing sexily as she does. “Come here, fuck doll,” I order as she immediately obeys. We’re operating under pure adrenaline and arousal now.

I fling my belt open as Alina drops to the ground before me, her knees squelching in the mess underneath us. She rips my hard cock from my pants and stuffs it down her throat. I waste zero time, fucking her face harshly. She takes me so fucking well. We don’t even care if Luke is looking now. The bat and chisels lay idly at our feet. I grab each of her cheeks in my hand and slow down to watch her beautiful face swallowing my dick. She beams at me as I rasp heavily into the mic. “You’re such a good fuck doll, baby. Open your throat a little more for me,” I growl and somehow, she does it. Her fingernails sink into the flesh of my ass as she steadies herself for my thrusting. Luke is still gurgling next to us. I look over to him finally to see that he’s barely holding on. “We’re losing him, Lina Girl,” I say suddenly, halting my hips. The life in his eyes is flickering in and out. Alina grabs the largest chisel from the cement where she dropped it, along with the hammer and stalks over to him. She places the chisel against his crotch and even I have to look away at first in sympathy pain at what she’s about to do.

But I turn back at the last minute and watch as she lodges the big ass chisel into his cock and balls. She swings the hammer over and over, her glee giving way to anger and fury. She screams and screams, as she repeatedly bashes his genitals and massacres whatever lay there beneath his clothing. By the time she’s finished, you can’t even see the chisel, it’s embedded so deeply into what’s left of Luke’s body. Her adrenaline making short work of his pelvic bones. She crumbles before him, sobbing uncontrollably. I whisk the hood, mask and mic off of my face as I approach her slowly, not wanting to startle her.

“It’s over, baby,” I say softly into her ear. She whips her head around, staring at me as if she forgot I was here with her. She’s breathing strangely, trying to come down from her emotional release. Before we both know what we’re doing, our lips are slamming themselves together. Blood mingles between our tongues as we kiss hungrily. I pant against her lips as pre-cum drips from the head of my dick. And then, Alina straddles me, mounting me as she rips her tights further and pulls her underwear to the side. She begins to fuck me in front of Luke’s dying body, her red tail thrashing about behind her as she takes all control and rides me.

I turn her head so she can watch as he takes his last breaths, needing her to see that he’s finally gone. She collapses into my chest as I hold her to me, continuing to fuck her as she turns into my perfect little fuck doll, her body limp as the fight leaves her completely. Blood covers everything around us, my back sticky and soaked as I lie beneath my girl.

“It’s over, Lina Girl,” I repeat again, and she finally smiles before gently closing her eyes and passing out in my arms, my cock buried inside of her.