But seeing as how four of the eight people who are coming as our guests for tonight’s D-Day are more high profile people, Miller needed to be notified.
At the moment, we're all sitting on the sidelines, waiting for the show to start. All the men are bound and gagged in the middle of the room. They are lined up in two rows of four, facing each other with just enough room for us to walk in between them. Most look like they were on their way home from the office with the exception of the weird, matching headbands that they all seem to be wearing.
“Anyone want any?” I ask, offering up some peppermint lip balm. “Rub it under your nose and it will keep the smell away when they start to piss and shit themselves.” They all look at me like I have three heads. I shrug and apply some on my lips before rubbing some under my nose.You would think they would learn by now, it's not our first rodeo.
The lights dim and I get a rush of giddy excitement as the show begins. Beast has had enough of being locked away and I know by the end of this I’ll be taking a back seat. He has plans for her, and I just hope we don't end up stabbed, shot, or dead when it’s all over. If we go by last time he was in charge while fucking her, I think we should be good. It makes us proud that he's the only one she's fully submitted to. Beast will always have to be running the show when that happens because I have no interest in dominating my Mistress. I love bowing down and kissing the ground she walks on. We’ve had a few sessions in her dungeon where I confessed how much I missed the way things were before she left. I always feel at peace with myself, giving up complete control to her as she brings pleasure to my pain. But tonight it's not going to be me tied up, played with, and fucked.
Infernoby Sub Urban and Bella Poarch starts to play. A wicked grin spreads across my face because I know the lyrics to this song all too well and they are very fitting for my Queen.
A spotlight zeros in on the red velvet curtains on the mini stage at the end of the lineup of men.
At the very first word, my Queen separates the curtains, strutting out like a fucking supermodel on a catwalk, oozing sex and confidence.
She's dressed in a black and red flapper dress with her signature crimson lipstick on. Her long black hair is curled and pinned to the side. In her hand is a black cane.Wonder what she's going to do with that?
Her tits look amazing and the way that dress flares with her movements has my cock already eager to be let loose on our woman.
Seriously, all I need is one look at her or a few thoughts, and I might fucking nut in my pants.
She might be the reason why Hell is so hot like the song says, but she's also the reason why my heart bleeds for her.
When she's done singing Bella’s first part, and Sub Urban starts, she locks eyes with me as she stalks towards me. I watch my little vixen as I pay attention to the lyrics. She never picks a song for D-Daysjustbecause she likes them. There’s always a reason, and this one is because it fits her.
A villain she might be, but she's also an avenging angel in disguise. She does give me butterflies, but there's nothing about her that makes me wanna run away.
She stops at the end of the aisle of men just as Bella starts to sing again, ignoring the muffled cries of tonight's victims.I mean guests.The music flows into the instrumental part and she dances around, putting the cane in the air sideways. At the bottom of it, a very sharp and shiny blade pops out. My eyes widen with my smile. Oh boy, this is gonna be good.
Her body starts to flow with the music, her hips doing a sexy little shake as she wields the cane like an elegant weapon. The muffled cries turn into pained screams as the blade starts to slice and dice at their chests, arms, and legs. Clothing begins to turn different shades of red as the blood quickly seeps into the fabric. She dances all the way to the other end of the line of bodies and back as the song flows back into Sub Urban’s part. She starts to sing again, and this time she glides her way over to me, caressing my face with a stunning smile on her face while gazing into my eyes. The lyrics say she’s the reason why Hell is so hot before turning around and ending this D-Day in a glorious blood bath.
The bands around the victims’ foreheads have something attached to them, causing their heads to be forced back, exposing their necks to the huntress before them. With each part of the song where it says, ah, sounding like a long violin note, she takes the blade that’s at the end of the cane and swings it across one of their necks. One by one, she ends every one of their lives while staying perfectly in sync with the song. Blood flows from the gashes like a crimson flowing fountain, bathing each of them in their own blood.
And just for the fun of it, because she can, she takes her pistol from her thigh holster and dances seductively to the rest of the song while shooting them one by one in the face. Their heads practically explode, sending pieces of flesh and bone everywhere around the room. I don't know how she does it but the way she's dancing, none of it gets on her, keeping her prim, proper, and pristine.
When the song is done, she stands in the middle of the headless bodies with sweat lining her brow. She looks fucking delectable. We’ve been good boys, sitting here and enjoying every moment of the show. Me trying not to whip out my cock and jack off to the fucking erotic dance she just put on, and Beast staying dormant until the end, when really the whole time he’s been itching to come out and rut into her right then and there in the middle of her show.
All his good behavior is about to come to an end right about now. This was all too much for him. The blood, her chest heaving, her eyes flaring with pure lust and hunger.
“Well, that was fun,” she purrs.
Whelp, it's been fun, gotta go.