chapter six

indie

Code Mistake - Corpse, Bring Me The Horizon

T he night has arrived, and my heart thrums with a heady mix of nervous anticipation and wicked excitement. It's my debut solo show, a moment I've been both longing for and dreading. Tonight, I embrace my role as the dark queen, the mistress of their most depraved fantasies, and I am determined to make it unforgettable.

My section of the tent is a realm of shadows and flickering lantern light, casting eerie, wavering patterns across the scene. The air is thick with the mingling scents of incense, sweat, and a primal edge that electrifies the atmosphere. I stand front and center in my dark domain in the costume I spent far too many nights putting together. Complete with a menacing goat mask, and matching collar, paired with a corset and thigh high boots that cling to my every curve.

It's a look that commands the submission I am entitled to, a physical embodiment of the power I wield tonight.

"Welcome, peasants , to my realm," I announce, my voice dripping with dark allure. "Tonight, you will all call me Mistress, for I am your Dark Queen and you will submit to me completely. This is my night, and I will be the one to bring all of your twisted fantasies to life."

The crowd, all masked in plain black, kneels before me, their identities hidden but their eagerness palpable. They are here to surrender to their darkest desires, to be used and degraded by me. I can feel their hunger, a collective craving that matches my own thirst for control.

"Tonight," I continue, letting the weight of my words sink in, "you all will obey my every command. Disobedience will be met with punishment, and believe me, you will relish every moment of it, just as you crave the pleasure."

My eyes scan the crowd, landing on a pair standing apart, their excitement and anxiety barely concealed behind their mask. I beckon them forward, and they approach with a mix of fear and suspense. They know what's expected, and their bodies tremble with a blend of apprehension and desire.

"Come closer," I command, my tone a blend of seduction and authority. "You two will entertain us. I want you to touch and pleasure each other with the fervor of your deepest cravings. Show me how much you yearn to be used little peasants."

The two women step forward, their costumes simple but striking. One wears a tight, black dress that accentuates her curves with a long thick blonde braid that hangs down her back, while the other dons a sleek, black corset and matching panties with a pink tutu that matches the color of her hair. Both wearing the plain black masks as everyone else who came here tonight to have their desires fulfilled.

As they come together, their initial touches are tentative but quickly grow more passionate. The blonde's hands trail down the other women's sides, her fingers grazing her skin before moving to cup her hips. "Fuck, you're so hot. I want you," she breathes, her voice thick with desire. "Show me how much you want this."

The pink haired woman moans softly, her fingers sliding along the blonde's thighs. "Yes, I want this. Touch me, please," she gasps.

Their exploration becomes more urgent. The blonde's fingers slip between the other women's thighs, her touch teasing and relentless. The pink hair girl moans as the blonde finds the warm, slick heat of her core and begins to caress with increasing intensity. "You're so fucking wet," she whispers, her voice a low growl. "I can't wait to make you come for me, you filthy little slut."

The pink haired woman responds by sliding her own fingers down to meet her partner's touch, guiding her movements as she grinds into her. Their bodies move in a fluid, synchronized rhythm. "Don't stop," she pants, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "Keep going. You feel so fucking good inside me."

The blonde women's braid sways with every movement, as she lowers herself to the floor, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and determination as the other women follows her. She slides off her panties, and spreads her legs before guiding the tattooed woman to straddle her, their bodies aligning in a scissoring position. The soft glow of the lanterns casts an otherworldly light on them, creating a vivid display of eroticism and desperation.

Her vibrant pink hair falls around her face like a halo, as she shifts into position with a practiced grace. Her colorful tattoos seem to shimmer as she moves, her short bob bouncing slightly with each movement. She guides her hips forward, pressing her pussy against the blonde's with a fervent intensity. Their bodies intertwined, as the friction between them creates a palpable heat that fills my tent.

As I watch, I grip Lux's whip, feeling the familiar leather in my hands. It's a symbol of his dominance and the exquisite pleasure it can bring. I have felt its sting before, and its presence only heightens the power I feel tonight. The leather feels almost alive in my grasp, an extension of Lux's own dark desires.

From the corner of my eye, I spot a man in the crowd, their hand moving to touch themselves as they watch the scene before us. My irritation flares, and I snap the whip with a sharp crack. "Did I give you permission to touch yourself, peasant?" I demand, my voice cutting through the heated atmosphere.

The man jerks back, their hand retreating quickly as they avert their gaze in shame. "Keep your hands to yourself before I take them," I command harshly. "You will find pleasure only through my direction."

Returning my focus to the women, I say, "I'm bored. Let's make this more exciting! Let's play a little game. The first one to make the other come will be the one who gets to live. The other will face their end at the hands of the one who just gave them pleasure."

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 forceful determination. 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's beautiful .

"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.