Bad End

Content Warning: ****, ****, gore.

*Sigh* sometimes was a smut writer I write things I’m not particularly keen on. This is one of them. I had to write a bad ending for Bloody Mary, I did it, and I think you’d be better off skipping this one.

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“I wish I could play with my toys forever, that they’d never break!”

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“I want to touch you every minute, every moment every daaaaaaay! You got me in a spin but everything is a-okay!” Mary sang out carefree and tuneless.

Her whip lashed out with each beat of the music scoring the bodies of the maid who went before her. They swept, and mopped the tile in front of her like a curling team, leaving it spotless for her approach.

Mary had found this the best way to travel. It kept her from obsessing over every spot and stain and it of course turned her on to see her harem sisters cleaning up.

Tourtuing them as they went was a nice bonus too.

They were a wretched lot, doing their best to bring honor to their skimpy maid uniforms despite the arrays of piercings, chains, and needles , that were hanging from, stuck into, or gauging their bruised skin. To a one they had livid welts across their bodies, and each one had a prominent ribbon and bow tied around their necks. This ribbon decorated and censored their necks, because the maids were of course, headless.

They were like mannequins, or Barbies. Their heads simply popped off.

One guess as to who did the popping.

Bloody Mary Queen of Hell slid into her husbands chambers, his desires calling to her as a whistle would a dog.

“I believe in a thing called love!” She announced kicking the door off its hinges.

“Good to see you too.” He grinned handsome as ever fresh off of directing this genocide or that upon the hellish world up above. He smelled of slaughter and though naked rested upon wolf skins, all of which Mary found painfully arousing.

“Alright boss enough pleasantries.” Mary snapped on a pair of latex gloves, while chewing heavily on a piece of gum. “What can I do you for?”

“Blowjob.” He grunted, simple and commanding. He was already pumping his cock, adorning its length with shiny pre, like he was preparing an instrument for ritual sacrifice.

“Excellent choice boss. Olympias get in here you giant bitch!” Mary screamed at the top of her lungs.

Olympias being the most hated of all of Mary’s rivals got to keep her head. What was left of it. The mountainous woman looked stumbled in, her movements jerky and clumsy. There was no grace or even control, she was simply a bag of meat moving along to its orders. A far cry from the headless maids who stilled moved smoothly, gracefully with well polished and elegant skill.

Olympias’ deficiencies were due to the metal needles sticking out of her skull. They stuck out of her shaved head like antennae, easily visible from her shaved scalp. If they were removed she’d be right as rain in moments, but while they remained firmly implanted in her head, she was a cock-eyed drooling thing.

Mary didn’t keep her like this all the time. She couldn’t feel pain in this state or if she could she didn’t react, and this was obviously unacceptable. Plus how would Mary hear Olympias cry and beg for mercy if she kept her permanently lobotomized?

No. These needles were her uniform. Inserted and removed daily, stuck in there by each member of the harem. Payback is a bitch, huh?

Though dexterity was an impossibility for Olympias was still plenty strong. Able to haul around a wooden cabinet with her, like it was nothing.

“We have a fine selection for you today sir.” Mary said proudly opening the cabinet up. There the head of her harem sisters sat in their own little cubbies, labeled and everything. They were a miserable sight. Gagged and muffled. They could only scream with their eyes, and it was deafening. Their cheeks, lips, nose, tongue, ears, eyebrows, anywhere flesh could be pinched and pierced, was. Their hair was sloppily shaved by Mary herself, chunks of hair surviving here and there for no other purpose than to make to toys that much more grotesque.

They sat on satin pillows, their necks too tied with girly silk bows.

As ever each tried to scream, tried to beg for mercy, gagged though they were. Their bodies all falling to their knees, prostrating themselves for their queen and kings, hoping to ignite some kind of care above black sadistic lust.

It would have been foolish if they had any hope of succeeding, but they knew there was none. These were the cries of mad animals long driven insane by the trauma of their predicament. Do not begrudge them their wails.

“We have a lovely selection of willing mouths on offer.” She brushed her hand over Erica’s head, gagged with a pacifier, as ever her gag kept her docile. “We’ve got a little girl mouth eager to please.” She she went to Cleopatra and teased her septum ring in a way that made her body quake. “Clit tongue here wouldn’t mind a shot either, but if you’re looking for lips you can’t go wrong with…”

“Mary!” Lucifer barked. “I want you!”

The demon swooned. “Oh!” She excitedly turned to the heads, already undressing. “Did you hear that girls? He wants me! Oh I feel like a school girl!” She began to close the cabinet and send them away. But their screaming hit new **** heights to stay in the light. “Oh! Silly me, of course you can all watch!”

She threw the doors wide open, and then did the same with her clothes.

She began to dance and preen for her husband, seeking to elevate his desire. She could feel the stares of her victims at her back, and hear them begin to touch themselves at her side. “Mmm.” She hummed as she danced. “What a perfect life!

I can't seem to face up to the facts.

I'm tense and nervous and I Can't relax.

I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire

Don't touch me I'm a real live wire

Psycho Killer

Qu'est-ce que c'est

fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better

Run run run run run run run away!”