Page 75 of Hold On

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 thepads 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.

“Youforgotabout 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 someonewho 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 forour 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 splitthe 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.

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