Clean that up sissy...or else

You begin to panic, rocking back and forth and side to side in the chair your tied to. You fold yourself nearly in half, trying to reach the seat between your thighs with your tongue. Your master, looking angrily at you as the Queen cleans of his thighs like a Hoover vacuum. You push and pull against the ropes in a panic, trying to loosen any binding that would give way any extra space. After about five minutes of an all out panic, you stop because your wrists and ankles are bleeding, you're hyperventilating and it's getting worse, as daggers are being stared through your soul. You begin to hear your heart beating at 150 beat per minute in your ears, your whole body starts to feel pressurized. Ratta-tatatatatattata. "Oh my god, Master's going to kill me." You think as your wife is cleaning your Master. Faster yet. RATTATATATATATATATATATATATA. Your breathing matches pace Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh. Your chest tightens. You watch as the blonde bombshell, Queen of Spades version of, you, you have forggoten your wife's name, as your vision starts to fade, you're thinking "Well she's going to be a widow now...". You see her glance backward and

*SMACK* *SMACK-SMACK-SMACK* *SMACK* "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!! STOP NOW OR SO HELP YOU GOD I WILL REMOVE THAT TREE TRUNK OF A COCK OF YOURS AND MAKE DEANDRE THE NEW MASTER AROUND HERE" *SMACK* *SMACK-SMACK-SMACK* *SMACK* She screams *SMACK* *SMACK-SMACK-SMACK* *SMACK*

"Fuck you bitch!!! I'm going smack ever living shit out you and your...." riiiiiipppppppp. "AHHHHHH, AHHHHHH, what the fuck bitch, you ripped my, NGHHHH, NGHHHHHH, NGHHHH, GHHHHH, GHhhhh...hh...."

As you come to you see your Queen grab the marker, you remember the marker, as she writes on herself, suddenly the blood on her and the sheets disappear and she's wearing an ultra shear four inch tube top. And a black leather skirt that isn't much longer. She then reaches over to the dead body of a black man with what seems like an arm shoved down his, oh god that's his....