Page 11 of Maison De Fous

The women’s eyes widen with fear as the reality of the situation sinks in. They exchange a look, their expressions a mix of terror and determination before everything speeds up as their desire to live kicks them into high gear.

As they begin to move again, their motions are a frantic mix of need and desperation. The blonde’s legs wrap around the pink woman’s waist, pulling her closer. She rocks her hips in a rhythmic motion, her breath coming in quick, sharp gasps as she tries to build the pleasure for both of them.

The pink haired women’s movements are equally urgent. She rolls her hips in a circular motion, pressing down hard against the blonde’s clit. Her hands grip the blonde’s thighs, as her fingers dig in to her flesh as she thrusts with a forcefuldetermination. The friction between them grows more intense, their bodies glistening with sweat under the dim light.

“Fuck yes. God you feel so fucking good. You like that don’t you. You little slut. You like the way my pussy feels against yours.” The pink haired women groans as she grinds her hips.

Their moans fill the air, a blend of pleasure and desperation. The blonde’s breath catches in her throat as she feels the other women’s body moving against hers with relentless energy. “Come on,” she gasps, her voice strained with a mix of pleasure and challenge. “Fuck yeah. Fuck me harder, you stupid bitch. Use my pussy to make yourself come.”

The pink haired women responds with a heated urgency. “Oh yeah? You want it harder? Cause you’re a nasty little skank,” she retorts, her voice a low, breathy growl. “I’ll give you exactly what you want. I’ll make you come all over me and then I’ll fucking kill you.”

The pink haired women’s breath comes in sharp, ragged gasps as she tries to push herself to the brink of climax, her eyes locked on the blonde’s face.

“Oh fuck. Shit. I can’t. Fuck. Fuck,” the pink haired women cries out.

The intensity between them builds to a fever pitch. The pink haired girl’s body trembles violently as she reaches her peak, her cry of release mingling with the blonde’s urgent, and desperate moans. The pink haired women, caught in the throes of the moment, feels a mixture of pleasure and dread as she realizes the gravity of her situation.

As the blonde woman shudders with climax, the other is left in a state of agonizing wait. Her fear and desperation are palpable, her body still quaking from the intensity of their combined pleasure. She looks up with wide, terrified eyes, knowing that her fate is now sealed.

“Well, my peasants, that was quite the show,” I declare, my voice cutting through the charged air. “Now, it’s time for the real climax. You had your fair chance. Now, the winner will take the life of the other.”

The victorious woman, her breath ragged but her resolve steely as she shoved the pink haired girl off her, and looks down at her with a cold determined gaze. Her eyes reflect the blend of triumph and cruelty that has consumed her.

“Yes, my Dark Queen. As you wish.” She nods, accepting her final task with a grim sense of duty.

I give a final, calculating glance at the scene unfolding before me. The pink-haired girl’s face is still partially obscured by her mask, but the fear in her eyes is clear. The blonde kneels beside her, her movements deliberate as she prepares to fulfill her dark duty.

“Make it personal,” I command, the words sharp and unyielding. “Strangle her and show her no mercy.”

The blonde’s hands clamp down around the pink-haired girl’s throat, her fingers digging into the soft flesh with a deliberate, cruel intensity. The pink-haired girl gasps, her breath coming in shallow bursts as the grip tightens. The fear in her eyes is palpable, but the victorious woman’s expression remains cold and merciless, her focus shifting to her own growing arousal.

With a slow, deliberate motion, the woman begins to grind her slick core against the pink-haired girl’s bare leg, the wet heat of her arousal coating the other woman’s skin. The rhythm of her movements is unrelenting, her hips bucking with each thrust as she spreads her glistening desire along the leg beneath her. Her pleasure builds with every passing second, an intoxicating blend of power and lust as she feels the life slowly drain from the woman beneath her.

The pink-haired girl squirms in vain, her fingers clawing at the hands around her neck, her body trembling in the final throes of desperation. Her eyes widen as muffled pleas for mercy slip from her lips, and tears begin to spill down her cheeks, but the victorious woman’s grip only tightens further, her lips curling into a cruel smirk as she leans in close.

“Shut up, bitch!” she growls, her voice dripping with venom as she presses her body harder against the pink-haired girl’s leg. “You’re nothing but a toy now. My fucking toy. This is your punishment. Give me what I deserve.”

The pink-haired girl’s legs kick weakly beneath her, her chest heaving as she fights for air, but it’s no use. The victorious woman is relentless, her grinding movements becoming more frenzied, her body quaking with pleasure as her wetness coats the pink-haired girl’s leg in slick, shimmering trails.

The crowd watches with wide-eyed fascination, their masked faces reflecting the grotesque thrill of the scene unfolding before them. Some moan, others gasp, but the dark, brutal intimacy of the act entrances all—an act I put together just for them. Hands move beneath robes uncontrollably, and bodies shift with barely contained excitement as they witness the violent spectacle.

“Now, touch yourselves, my peasants. Help each other find the pleasure you all so badly crave,” I command loudly.

I watch from my throne, my heart pounding with a twisted satisfaction. The depth of depravity unfolding before me is both shocking and intoxicating. I knew people had dark desires, but this—this is a level of brutality and pleasure I hadn’t anticipated. The way the victorious woman revels in her power, her climax building as she takes another’s life with cold indifference—it’s almost mesmerizing.

It’sbeautiful.

“Oh fuck, yeah! Die bitch. Fucking die while I fuck your skinny little leg,” the blonde cries out. Her movements quicken,her slick core grinding harder against the pink-haired girl’s leg as she rides the wave of her pleasure. Her moans grow louder, more primal, until finally, with a guttural cry, she reaches her peak. Her body shudders violently as she comes, her arousal glistening as it smears across the leg she’s now claimed.

The pink-haired girl’s last breath is a faint, broken gasp, her body going still beneath the weight of the other woman’s pleasure. The victorious woman tightens her grip one last time, her lips parting in a final, cruel smile as she feels the life fade from her victim.

As the woman collapses into her second release, her body quivering with the aftershocks of pleasure, I take in the scene before me. The crowd’s excitement is palpable, their twisted fantasies brought to life in the most brutal, unapologetic way. They squirm, they moan, and they indulge in their own depravity as they watch the final moments of the pink-haired girl’s life.

Internally, I feel a dark sense of power swell within me. This is what I’ve created—what I’ve allowed. The depths of human desire, the raw, unfiltered brutality of their cravings, it’s all laid bare before me. I am their Dark Queen, the one who holds the reins of their pleasure and pain.

And tonight, I’ve seen just how deep the darkness can go.

chapter seven

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