This one is a bit bloodier, a bit sick and hot. My Queen turned me into some kind of Mac-Girl. (and I love her fot that). So this one, and we all know it, is for Sammi. Hope you like it my baby ;)

The Queen and her Master Mac

"Ya' fuckin' whore! Get outta ma' way!", he screamed at her when she was trying to pass his way. It was her first night in this bar, somewhere in the middle of nowhere. And of course she had to find the scariest motherfucker on this planet. Well, and the sexiest.
"I'm no whore, ya' son of a bitch and how about ya' get the fuck out of MY way." She smirked. She had dealt with a lot of bad boys and she sure as hell won't give in to that one.
"Ya' do as I say or I will make ya' pay", he growls and grabbed her wrist.
Her free hand rose up and she put it to his throat, pressing. "Ya' wanna make me pay boy? Ya' will die tryin'." The man in front of her looked angrier per second and he grabbed her waist, pressing his thumb deep into her flesh. "Ya wanna kill me? Go ahead girl, because ya' might find ya'self on the ground, blood everywhere while I fuck ya'. And now get outta my fuckin' way."
She let him go, not because she was scared but because she really wanted a drink now. He was smirking as if he had won but as soon as he was moving away from her, she grabbed the little knife in her pocket, moved behind him and held the knife to his throat. "Hey pretty boy, ya' never should let ya' guards down and fuckin' never trust a girl like me. When I am back from the ladies room I want ya' to be nice or I will fuckin' kill ya'." She didn't wait for an answer, turned around, listening to footsteps behind her. She entered the ladies room and looked into the mirror. "Well, hello darkside", she whispered to herself. She had dealt with murderers, drugdealers and god knows what the other guys did for a living. Her whole life consisted of bad choices and even worse guys. That one, indeed, had a very pretty face, even so she could tell he was on meth. But god, that place was boring as hell, so why not fuck around?
When she stepped back into the bar she saw him sitting there, beer in hand and a frown on his face. He looked at her and mumbled something. She smiled, took the seat next to him and ordered some Jim.
"Ya' playin' hard girl, huh?", the man asked.
"Not playin'. Like it hard and rough", she answered with a smirk on her face.
The guy looked at her, his eyes dark and angry. "Bet ya' would be screamin' for help the first minute I would try somethin'."
She ordered her second Whiskey, not even answering him. When she ignored him he grabbed her arm hard and commanded: "Answer me whore."
"What do ya' want me to say? That I would beg for mercy? Ask ya' to kill me? Ya' fuckin' wish. Better make sure ya' never cross ma' way again." With that she threw money on the counter and left the bar. She was walking along the street, getting to that motel she had booked a room in. Just when she was about to enter the building, she heard a truck coming closer. When she turned she saw that guy behind the wheel, looking angry. They stared at each other and then, when she turned around he jumped out of his car and followed her. "Fuck off", she said, not really in the mood to go on with their little flirt-fighting. He grabbed her, arms around her waist and dragged her to his truck. She was struggling against him, kicking, punching but he wouldn't let go. He pushed her into the car and slapped her before closing the door. She tried to get out but there was no doorhandle on the inside. She was trapped. "Okay", she thought "maybe this one is a bit too bad." But she wasn't really afraid, she still had her knife and she still could fight like an animal.
He sat next to her, his eyes angry and before he started the car he took something from his little drug-dose. She looked at him. He was wearing a blue coverall and no shirt under it. He had a beard, filthy blonde hair, dirt all over his body and his eyes were fuckin' extraordinary. "What ya' lookin' at?", he spit.
"Ya' pretty face."
"Shut the fuck up girl. Or I make ya'." He started the car, driving her deeper and deeper into the desert. He parked between some mountains and dragged her into a cave. No one would find her here if he was going to kill her.
"Is this ya' love cave?",she joked, because jokes always make everything better, right?
He pushed her into the cave and was mumbling something about "going to show ya' who is the master." Which made her smirk.
They reached a bigger cave and she saw some stuff that looked like it was used to make drugs. Then some coveralls and several gasmasks. He pushed her down to the ground, kicked her foots apart, so that her legs were spread.
"Now big boy are ya' goin' to fuck me now or are ya' just lookin' and playin'?"
"Shut up, whore." He was still staring at her and then turned around, grabbed something and she saw a knife in his hands. In a matter of second he was over her, holding the knife to her neck. His mouth near her ear, his voice scary calm: "I will fuck ya' like no one before and when I am done with ya' I will bleed ya' out and throw ya' out so ya' will be eaten by animals while ya' still alive."
"Yeah. Sure ya' will. Come on now. Fuck me already, bastard." It was sick, it was dangerous but she liked it. She always liked it.
He cut her shirt and bra off her body and his knife was leaving little marks on her torso. He started sucking the blood from her body. He pulled her jeans and panties down, throwing it through the cave. He then stood up, stripping his coveralls from his body. He was completely naked underneath. She looked at his aroused cock, the scars and tattoos on his body. He grabbed a gasmask and pulled it over his head.
She smirked, that would be the first thing she would rip from his face. He pulled her up and pressed her against the wall, she crossed her legs behind his body and grabbed for the rope that was hanging from the ceiling. He pushed into her and his thrusts were hard, his hands digging into her flesh, his nails leaving bruises on that spot. "Is that all ya' can do? What's ya' fuckin' name?"
"Ya' kno' ma' name Queen. Ya' always did."
He fucked her harder and bit into the place between her boobs, she grabbed into his hair, tugging at it and making him growl. "Mac, ya' lil' shit fuck me harder." Mac looked at her and thrusted harder. "Fuck this again. Ya' wanna lead again or what?"
She smirked, ripped the gasmask from his face and started biting his lip, drawing blood from it and licking it away. Her mouth was now on his neck, biting him, so she would leave marks. "Queen, fuck ya' with ya' biting." He pulled out of her, let himself fall backwards, so she was on top.
Before she started riding him she breathed: "Say it."
"Fuck I do."
"SAY IT", she yelled and hit his face.
"Fuck me girl." He smirked. She stood up, grabbed her jeans and was smiling because she knew he would say it. He always did.
"The fuck ya' think ya' goin'?", he growled.
"Ya' wastin' ma' time. Gonna search me some men that can handle me." He stood up, grabbed her waist, his other hand grabbed her throat and he pushed into her, without a warning. "Ya' goin' nowhere. Ya' belong to me. Dont ya' ever forget me."
"Than say it ya' asshole."
She could swear he was rolling his eyes, his grip on her throat was tightening and his thrusts got angrier. He hated to say it. He always did. But she loved that he was struggling so much against it but in the end he always said it. She just had to push him harder to his own edge. It was always like this. She looked on the scars on his arm. Her scars. They had met years ago at the bar and they were fighting. Mac was going to rape and kill her that night. She knew but he never had the chance. She had stabbed his hand, her fingernails ripped his arms open and she had kicked him off of her. Which had made him even more hornier and more angrier. He didn't know that she loved it that way. Hard, rough, without rules. Both of them needed it. That's why they always played like this.
Mac was moaning and bit down on her neck. "I fuckin' love ya' ma' Queen and I want ya'." He let go of her throat, pulled out of her and she turned around, kissed him hard and then she said: "Master, mark me."
His face was one evil grin, when he grabbed his knife and knelt in front of her. He had already left several marks on her body. His name, a spider, a gasmask. Mac liked to carve things into her flesh and she loved to feel the pain and the pleasure she saw in his eyes. He started carving and looked up to her, licking the blood away. He was cutting something on her waist. When he was done he started sucking her clit and she buried her hands into his hair. "Come on Master, fuck me."
Her eyes rolled back into her skull when he wouldn't let go of her, he was aggressively licking and sucking at her and she soon felt her orgasm coming closer. Mac mumbled: "Ya' comin' first Queen."
When she came she screamed his name and he bit down on her thights, grabbed her and turned her around, making her bow down and he pushed into her and fucked her as hard as he could. His hands leaving bruises on her body. When he came minutes later Mac screamed "Bitch", and let go of her. When she looked at him, he was smiling and pressed her against the wall, kissing her. "I hope ya' like ya' new scar." She looked down on her body. He had carved a heart into her flesh and a Q. "So ya' love me, huh?", she asked.
"Fuckin' do. Ya' made me a fuckin' puppy. Ya' bitch."
"Ya' kno' ya' fuckin' bastard, ya' made me fall in love with ya, too."
"Good." He kissed her, threw his arms around her and claimed her tongue for a while. His hands playing with her hair.
She smiled. Years back it was a lot harder, rougher, bloodier. Now he was more and more giving up his behaviour. But what could she do? He was a fuckin' monster but she loved him. Because underneath all that sick shit, he was the best man you could find in a radius of 300 miles. He had stopped selling meth for his fucked up Father and he stopped taking it as often as he did. He got himself another job and he stopped killing and raping. He needed his plays and so did she. He carried her to the mattress that he had placed there a year ago and covered them with a blanket. He grabbed for the salve, put it on her new wound and kissed her again. "Ya' kno' Queen, next time ya' should carve something into my flesh. I want to carry ya' with me for the rest of my life."
His blue eyes were fixed on her and she could feel him getting hard again by the thought of pain. She smirked and answered: "I will fuckin' do that."
Mac let his hand slide over the bruises and marks he had left and then closed his eyes, his hand on her clit. She closed her eyes, knowing, that sometime in the middle of the night he would wake her with thrusting into her.