Nowhere To Go But Roanapur

We took a cab; one Revy made me pay for, and arrived at the Church of Violence. I gazed around the yard idly while Revy banged on the chapel doors looking for Eda. Nice and green, good landscapers, a shed between the chapel and the main house for the owner. Hm, nice.

“Hey! Over here, whore,” Revy called out.
Surely not to me. I glanced over towards Revy and saw a blonde standing next to her.

She wore the traditional habit with not so traditional shades and a gun holster. I only knew she was blonde by the hair that peeked out around the hood of her outfit. I moved towards them and we both followed the nun inside. Once seated, I was introduced to Eda the nun. I couldn’t quite get a good read on her body, though I knew she was slender, taller than Revy, but barely. She seems a lot more relaxed than Revy.

“Ah, so you came in from Germany, did you, Trish?” Eda asked me, seeming to put more importance in the question than was necessary.
“Yes,” I answered cautiously, “Roanapur is damn near the only place I have left to roam free at.”
“Chan’s neice, huh?” she asked.
“We are related, but not so closely as that. I’ve just always called him Uncle, hell if I can remember our real relationship.”
“What the hell did you call me here for?” Revy interjected. “The idle chatter is getting old.”
Eda glared at Revy, “Well it took you so fucking long to get here the offer expired.”
“You telling me you wasted my time, nun?”
“Just what were you doing the entire time I called for you?”

Not a topic we should be on, certainly not. I caught Eda’s blue eyes staring at me and tried to look unassuming while I thought of a way to detour this particular line of conversation. No luck; of course. Eda stood and pulled Revy away. I met Revy’s eyes and she shook her head and told me to stay put. I stayed put; sighed, but remained seated. I looked around boredly, glanced about the pews and the stained glass windows while they whispered to each other.

“What was that, huh?” Eda smirked, “You dump poor Rock already?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“She seems to be pretty subservient to you. Are you her Master?”
“You’ve been hanging out at Rowan’s again, haven’t you?” Revy asked dryly. “Lousy nun like you probably would turn heads at the Goof Fest.”
“I’m telling you,” Eda said loudly, then lowered her voice, “You should train her. Do you know if she’s good in a fight?”
“She’s as second-rate as you are.”
Eda glanced at me over Revy’s shoulder and smiled, “Have you two been fucking? Is that why you left me hanging?”
Revy shook her head and sighed, “You’re wasting my time, Eda.”
“Tell her to come drinking with us tonight. Order her, see what she does.”
Revy opened her mouth to protest but Eda cut her off.
“Make her treat you. If she does, you may have yourself a trainable pet,” Eda smirked deviously. “And if she doesn’t sweat the cash, she may be who I think she is.”
Revy shook her head but turned towards me, Eda leaning on her shoulder, “Hey whore, come here.”

I raised an eyebrow, kind of irritated with the nickname, especially when used around someone I didn’t know. Eda seemed eager for something and Revy seemed mildly amused, as though she were thinking something completely different than what seemed to be going on. Cautiously, I ventured closer. When I was within reach, Revy slung her arm around my shoulder and pulled me in closer to her; I put a hand on her hip to keep my balance and tried to keep my heart from racing.

“How’d you like to come drinking with us tonight? Your treat,” Revy asked.
“Oh gee, how gracious of you. To what do I owe the privilege of having a drink in your presence, High Mistress?”
Revy’s arm tensed around my shoulders, “Do you want to come or not?”
“How could I turn such an offer down? I’ll pay your way, but not Eda’s. I don’t know you well enough to spend money on you. Revy’s saved my life, I owe her.”
“Alright, so what are we waiting for, let’s go,” Eda said.
“In your habit?” I asked.
“Of course not. I’ll change, you two wait here, and then we go get drunk.”
“Some nun,” I murmured.
“Tell me about it,” Revy shook her head. “Hurry it up, bitch.”

Eda left the room, leaving me alone with Revy’s arm still around me. I let my fingers tickle along her waist and she tightened her hold.

“Tickle me and die,” she said lowly.
“And just what constitutes a tickle?” I asked, caressing her bare hip, “This or this?” I tickled her fully.

Revy flailed; her face heating up as she fought not to burst into laughter. I tickled her a moment longer, dragging a giggling squeal out of her before I ducked away and out of her reach. She calmed herself down, blush in place and glared at me.

“I warned you,” she said and drew her gun.

My heart skipped a beat; the sight of her gun aimed at me reminded me of our fantastic romp in the house we set fire to. I had only a second to wonder if she would actually kill me for making her laugh when Eda walked back through the door. She wore a tank top that exposed more stomach than Revy’s and a tight skirt that was centimeters longer than Revy’s shorts. She was indeed a blonde and her hair ran in waves down past her waist. She kept her purple glasses on, gazing at us with her spring sky blue eyes.

“Hey, hey, you can’t kill her just after we’ve met!” Eda said, trying to calm the situation.
“Shut it, nun,” Revy growled. “Come here, whore.”

I swallowed, but found myself moving forward, towards Revy’s killer golden eyes, closer to the barrel of her Beretta 92F. I stopped inches away from pressing the barrel to my chest, my heart pounding in my chest, my eyes on hers. Eda was forgotten in the background.

“On your knees,” Revy commanded; I dropped to my knees and she grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back, stretching my neck out and tucking her gun under my jaw, “Try something like that again and I’ll make a war paint out of your blood. D’you understand me?”
“Yes,” my voice was breathy, and not only out of fear, though that was there. She was just so damn hot when she was like this.
“Good, now get up,” she released me and holstered her gun.
I rose to my feet, relearning how to breathe and heard Eda, “What was that all about?”
“Don’t worry about it. Let’s go.” Revy stalked out the room.

I followed and Eda came alone as well. She jogged past me to lean against Revy and whisper in her ear. After a moment she cursed and ran off muttering about forgetting her gun. Revy was out the door in the yard when Eda was gone from sight. I caught up to Revy and pushed her against the outer wall, my knee sliding between her legs while my arms kept her arms controlled. She was still pissed about what I did.

“God you’re so sexy when you’re like that,” I whispered against her neck.

Revy opened her mouth, probably to tell me to let her go, but I sealed my mouth around her collarbone and her breath came out in a wordless sigh. I smirked and kissed up her neck, releasing one of her arms to move my own hand down between us. Revy caught my hand, but didn’t push me away. Instead, she captured my lips with her own in a brief, but not so chaste kiss. Then she pushed me back.

“I thought you were too tired?” she asked, settling her clothes.
“I was, though I seemed to have found extra energy when you almost shot me,” I smirked.
“Fucking nympho whore,” Revy rolled her eyes.

I would have made a comment but Eda came out the door. Instead I just kept silent and walked alongside Revy. Eda now had her gun in a holster on the left side of her body, set for a right handed cross draw. It was very obvious against the bright colors of her tank top. But this isn’t the kind of city where that matters.


The bar wasn’t packed, it was still early evening, almost seven and it wasn’t packed. During the time that Revy didn’t talk to me, I’d spent many a day here to learn that we had made it just before the rush. Joyous. We chose bar seats; for quicker refills and to be able to keep an eye on the crowd. I sat with my back to the bar, elbows resting on either side of my body, while Revy and Eda sat sideways. Revy was between us, ordering us all a round of ‘good’ alcohol, according to Eda.

“So what was the job you wanted me for anyway?” Revy asked after taking a healthy swig of her drink.
“Ah, the Mañendelo Cartel had a deserter that they wanted returned to them. By the time you finally showed your ugly face they had already recaptured him.”
“Tch, you bugged me for a job like that?”

I listened to their chatter and gazed around the bar, taking everything in, but not really. I was lost in my mind and truthfully it wasn’t about Revy. She was there, knocking at the corners of my mind, but these thoughts, not even she could penetrate. A tall pale man had entered the bar a few moments ago, he had fiery red hair, a spiky unruly mass that frothed around his shoulders. I caught his eye and saw the grass green eyes within that milky complexion. The height was off, as was his physique, but he reminded me of Daisuke. My Daisuke was almost six feet tall, muscled, and slender; he had the body of an MLB star, but that wasn’t his sport. No, hunting humans was his sport, and mine. We were good at our trades, cocky… And it only takes one slip up to have someone teach you that you’re not untouchable. It just takes one…

“Hey whore,” Revy’s voice snapped me out of my reverie, “We’re on our third rounds you’re still nursing your first. The hell are you doin?”
I downed the rest of my glass’ contents, “Not nursing, my glass is empty.” Revy glared at me, “What?” I asked.
“We asked you a question,” Eda said. “How good are you?”
“At what?” I asked while Revy called Bao over for a refill for me.
“Shooting, kid.”
“Well I’m not dead yet so I guess that makes me better than most, or at least really lucky.”
“What’d you do to get banned from Europe and America?” Eda asked.
I downed my entire second glass and called for another, “Same thing anyone does to get put on a most wanted list,” I shrugged. “Kill some people, steal some things, see stuff you’re not supposed to.”
“You don’t get a nice glossy color photo of yourself at every police station, airport and hotel for minor stuff.”
“I didn’t say it was minor,” I downed my third drink.
“Now it’s getting interesting,” Revy said, turning to face me.
“I thought we came here to get drunk, not tell stories?” I stood, “S’cuse me.”

I didn’t wait to hear their reply and just headed towards the bathroom. Once safely behind the doors and thankfully alone, I let out a heavy sigh. I didn’t not need people to catch wind of who I really was. Especially not here in Roanapur. I’d never catch a break in this city of gangsters. Eda was hinting like she knows more about me than she acts. I leaned against the wall and let my head fall back and sighed again. I closed my eyes and tried to clean my mind; dispel thoughts of Daisuke and our last job.

“I knew you didn’t have to pee,” Revy’s voice startled me.
“I…uh.”

She pressed herself close, effectively trapping me between the wall and her curvaceous body. I closed my eyes, not just at the feel of her body against mine, but to hide the expression in them. When I had my thoughts clear and my face under control, I looked into her golden eyes from inches away.

“You seemed distracted out there,” she whispered against my lips.

She kissed me, deep and wet, tasting of alcohol. I accepted her distraction and kissed her back, sucking on her tongue, biting gently. She moaned low in her throat and I swallowed it down. Her hand slid down my body, quickly unzipping my jeans and slipped her fingers inside to find my core. I sucked in my breath and gripped at her arms, but didn’t try to stop her. She pushed aside my underwear and found me already getting wet to her touch, to her mere presence and smirked into our kiss. She hooked a finger into me, then a second. The sensation bowed me spine, made me hunch in her arms. She stroked that spot deep in me over and over, her slender fingers moving deftly over the sensitive tissue. I had to try several times to say her name; even then it came out a bare whisper.

“…Revy, god, Revy,” I gasped, “Stop or I’ll fall. My knees feel like they’re about to buckle!”

Revy didn’t stop, instead she moved faster, adding her thumb to the mix to stroke over my clit. The maneuver pulled a near scream out of me and I fought to keep my feet; but it was a losing battle. My legs felt like jell-o in an earthquake, constantly quivering, never sturdy. The orgasm broke over me so suddenly, like a dam filled to maximum capacity and then some. This time I did cry out in pleasure, I did fall. My back slid down the wall until I was on my ass, panting and unfocused. Revy held her hand up to me, nearly her whole hand slick with my juices. She had taken her glove off; I hadn’t noticed that at all, but I could now see the edge of it hanging out her back pocket. She lifted her hand to her mouth, drawing in one slender finger and sucking it clean, slowly. I watched her, my own throat convulsing, swallowing with her. She lowered her hand near my face and smirked down at me.

“Suck it all off,” she said.

And I did it. I covered one finger at first, then she added a second, with my mouth, sealed them inside with my lips, and I sucked her fingers. Sucked the taste of me clean off them. When I had her whole hand clean I looked up the line of her body, so deliciously close. Her shorts were wet at her crotch, just the slightest of spots and I knew what I wanted to do. I reached for her, sliding one hand up her muscular thigh, up under the tight fabric of those so short shorts and gripped her ass, my hand trapped between the fabric of the jeans and her ass. I started to reach for her crotch but she stepped away, pulling my hand with her until I had to decide to either follow her or release her. I looked up to her face to see what she wanted, her eyes were dark with lust, but she shook her head, a bare twitch. Sadly I let her go, sliding my nails along her ass until it was free, and she was out of reach, panting.
I wanted to crawl after her, wanted to push her into a stall or into a corner so I could ravish her with my mouth, but she was right: we’d gotten away with one round without anyone interrupting us or discovering us; two would be pushing it. Three was very obviously out of the question, especially since any minute now business should start to boom. I sighed and leaned against the wall, and tried to get to my feet. I stood, but my knees were still weak, the junction between my thighs still sensitive. I leaned heavily against the wall while Revy went to a sink and washed her hands, replacing her glove. She came back my way and I grabbed her and pushed her into the corner, hard enough that her back hit the light switch and she cursed at me. But I didn’t care too much in that moment. I crushed my mouth to hers, pleading entrance to her wonderfully foul mouth and was granted. I melted into that kiss, sucking and pulling her tongue into my mouth, kissing her as though she was air and I couldn’t get enough. I slid an arm down her side, over her beautiful hip and half down her thigh where I pulled it up and against me. I pressed my body flush against hers; our bodies connected in a solid line from chest to thigh and still I fed at her mouth. Revy groaned into my mouth, grinding her body against mine. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and held it there with teeth, while her tongue danced around mine. Then she parted from me, giving me one last, chaste, peck on the lips before pushing me back and moving out the door. I put my forehead to the wall where she was pressed, breathing in her scent while trying to catch my breath and control my pulse. After a few deep breaths I was under control and exited the bathroom.

“About time, what’d you do, fall asleep in there?” Eda asked, buzzing happily.
“The damn nun had like five fucking rounds the whole time we were in there,” Revy growled, determined to catch up.
I sighed and asked Bao for something stronger, “Then I guess we’ll have to drink harder.”
“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Revy agreed.

We didn’t drink ourselves under the table, but we were pretty fucked up when we finally left. We had decided to go back to the chapel and drink more, though honestly I wasn’t part of that decision. Eda talked Revy into agreeing who then told me I was coming along too. I’m sensing a motif here. Regardless of how it came to be, I was now sitting at the edge of the pews, my feet raised on the row in front of me and reclining. It took a moment, but I was actually comfortable, with a glass of good scotch in my hands. Revy and Eda sat across from each other at a table that had several bottles of scotch, more empty than full.

“Hey blockhead,” Eda whispered to Revy, “She looks kinda like she’s just offering herssself over there, huh?” she slurred.
Revy turned her head to look at me, then back to Eda, “She’s a damn whore; she likes that shit.”
“Does she now?” Eda tried to look considerate but failed in her drunken state, “What do you think she’d do if I went over there now?”
“Probably fuck ya,” Revy said, putting her head down for a moment.
“I can hear you two drunken bastards,” I said after gulping down the last of my scotch.
“Well good. I don’t know about you two but I could go for a good fuck,” Eda said.
“Yeah well all the guys are either drunk or sleep now,” I slurred, thinking hard about my words.
Revy downed the rest of a bottle, “I don’t think she means men, whore. ‘Mere.”
I shook my head and regretted the movement, “I can’t move right now.”

Apparently I didn’t have to; Eda was behind me, her hands on my shoulders. She leaned over me, looking down at my tanned features with her startling blue eyes. I moved to put my glass down, but Revy rose up between my legs, a half empty bottle of scotch in hand and refilled my glass before taking it and handing me the bottle. Confused, I up ended the bottle in my mouth and chugged. Eda stopped me from finishing it all and sucked the last of the liquor and set the bottle out of sight. Revy’s hands roamed my legs, my thighs, pressing tightly to feel me through the thick fabric of my jeans. I felt hands around my ass as she yanked my jeans up from under me and pulled them back, having to duck under the crotch of the jeans to get them to my ankles. I didn’t even know she’d undone my belt. I was left with Revy effectively held between my thighs with my jeans tangled around my feet, restraining vast movement. Revy knelt between my legs, her hands circling my hips and stomach, gliding higher as she pushed my shirt up and over my breasts. Eda grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it off. Leaving me almost naked, save for my underwear, which I knew wouldn’t last much longer. They grabbed a tit each, squeezing my flesh in their hands, hard and fast, firm and delightful. I gasped and threw my head back, which is where Eda met my face, head on. She crushed her lips to me and where Revy’s kiss was a heated, desperate force; Eda’s was of a more gentle persuasion. Her lips were softer, her tongue an experienced caress within my mouth. Revy scratched down my stomach and I groaned deep into Eda’s mouth. She swallowed my pleasure noises as she continued to dominate my mouth. It took more effort than usual to break the kiss with Eda and turn my head to Revy. My underwear was gone and I didn’t even want to think about how she got it off me without moving my legs. She was nuzzling her cheek against my thighs. She felt me looking and raised her honeyed gaze to mine.
I started to bend down to her; I wanted to capture her lips in mine before a different set of lips met hers. At least that’s what I wanted; Eda wanted otherwise. She stopped me, with a firm grip on my hair, holding me helpless as Revy continued on with her plan and lathered me with her oral attentions. I hissed in pleasure and Eda pulled my head back more and to the side. She licked down my neck and then back up and deviated to nibble along my ear. I was breathless, trapped between two hot mouths sending waves of pleasure through my body. Revy replaced her mouth with her hand and nibbled along my thigh. I gasped, crying out for her, my hands clawing the air. She ate her way up my body, biting and kissing up my hip, over my abdomen, around my ribs, nibbling the edge of my breast, up to suck on my collarbone. All the while her lovely hands were nestled deep inside me, stroking my inner walls. My vision split as I felt as though I’d spilled myself onto the floor. My orgasm rocked me, had me reaching out for something to hold, something to grip. My hands found Revy’s luscious body and I pressed her hard to me, my nails digging into her fair skin on her back. She bit me at the nape of my neck, stern, setting her teeth into my skin. I writhed under them both as Eda fed on the other side of my neck.
Even after the tremors quieted I found it difficult to see one Revy. I closed my eyes for minutes at a time, willing to be coherent and failing. I opened my eyes to see Revy’s nude body stretched over mine, as she fed from Eda’s mouth. Or maybe, Eda was feeding from hers. I broke their kiss by pulling Revy down beside me onto the pews, sliding between her legs and leaving Eda to decide how to join us. I kissed Revy finally. Felt my tongue rejoice inside her warmth as it skirted hither and yon. I raked my nails down her body as I kissed my way to her core. Eda slipped in and took care of Revy’s breasts after I departed them to rub my face on the coarse wine-colored hair just above Revy’s lovely aroused lips. God the shape was so beautiful, so perfect. I had her in my mouth, writhing as Eda held her down and ravished her chest. Revy set her legs onto my back, pressing me hard onto the pews while I ate her out; I can only imagine how bad she was scratching Eda up, if at all. The thought had me rolling my eyes up to see her back arched, her lovely breast bare to the air as Eda sucked at her mouth, rolling her tongue around Revy’s. Eda was very firmly holding Revy’s hands down. Revy’s thighs flexed around me; her sign that I slowed down too much. With a mental laugh, I gave her luscious lips my full drunken attentions once more.
Delicious as she was, I couldn’t take merely eating her out anymore. I wanted to fuck her I wanted to be able to enter her, fuck her, and caress every curve at the same time. She is the only person ever to make me feel nearly inadequate; simply from being a woman. She’s the only one to make me feel sad because I can’t claim her the way a man could. I sucked an orgasm from her eager lips, slurping up her fine nectar before I climbed up her body, embezzling my fingers deep into her cunt and continued to finger fuck her while her body trembled. I pushed Eda away from her, I wanted Revy all to myself right now. Eda pulled back without much fuss and Revy’s now free arms wrapped around my shoulders. She set her nails into my skin, gripping me tight while quakes roiled through her loins. I ground myself against her, rocking her body in time to my fingers, brushing my breasts against hers. Revy cried out in my ear and buried her head in my neck when a second, more powerful, orgasm burst from her body. She bit me, locked her teeth into my neck, sucking and scratching, clenching at me as she rush of ecstasy left her drained.
I sat back from her, more than slightly winded. My shoulders stung when my sweat hit the wounds Revy made and my neck was already beginning to hurt. She got me good and I love it. I had to put my head down, resting it on my arm on the back of the wooden pews. That much movement with that much alcohol in my system was not good. I could feel my throat seizing up, my stomach threatening to purge the alcohol. I fought back the wave of nausea and controlled my breathing.

“Aw did my whore drink too much scotch?” Revy teased.
I shook my head on my arm, but had nothing to say. Eda laughed.
“Come here, whore baby, let Miss Rebecca make it all better.”

The teasing sincerity in her statement alone had me chuckling. Chuckling and wearily crawling to her. She had sat up, leaning against the pews and Eda, I crawled less than two feet to her and lay out, resting my head on her lap, her pubic hairs tickling my cheek. My breathing evening out: every exhale puffing up her scent to me in a warm cloud of savory perfume. I could lie like this forever. I curled a hand up to idly caress her very upper thigh and ass and closed my eyes. Lying like this, naked in her arms, I remembered just where we were; in a church. Sacrilegious indeed. Revy traced the cuts on my upper back, murmuring, but I couldn’t understand what was being said. I was on the cusp of sleep, so it took Revy’s voice raising a couple of octaves and her pulling on my earlobe to get me to raise my eyes to hers. If ever during these events she was drunk, she did not look it now. Her golden honey eyes looked down at me with a dark surety, her lips curved into a wicked smirk. The look caught my breath, made me fight to be focused enough to understand her words.

“Such an obedient little whore,” she smiled.
“Such a horny little nymph,” I replied.
She gripped my hair, tight and close to my skull, I gasped, “Do you like it when I handle you like this?”
“I fucking love it,” I whispered.
Eda smiled behind her, “A valuable pet, after all.”
“Shush,” Revy turned back to me, “How would you like to be my pet whore?”

Funny, I realized then that I already kind of was. Almost from the time I smelt her I’ve been subservient to her almost every wish, at least the ones she made around me. Given that this was technically our second day together that gave me a good track record for pleasing her. Christ, I just thought about that…We’ve been in each other’s presence for all of two days, spaced out over three weeks and I’ve fallen this hard for her. I have no idea what she’s like when she’s not horny and up for fucking, I guess it’s time I get to find out. At least she’s offering it.

“How do you mean?” I asked to be sure.
“You could be my almost constant companion, whenever I’m not on a job. You do what I say when I say it or else you get punished,” her voice had dropped a few octaves.
“What kind of punishments?” I asked breathy; it was a tempting offer.
“Whatever I see fit. Well?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”
She beamed down at me, “Good, whenever it’s just us, you address me as Miss Rebecca, got it?”
“Yes.”
She pulled hard on my hair, “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Miss Rebecca,” I said.
“Good, whore. Sit up.”

Revy released my hair and I sat up. In a different life, hell, a different universe I may have been a good submissive. No one ever could command me around, not even Daisuke. I questioned every request, fought every direct order, and yet Revy, this woman, held my metaphorical leash. I didn’t even think to question her, pleasing her, having her writhe beneath me was one of the greatest feelings I’d ever had, filled me with such heart racing peace at the same time. That I trusted her this much after only two days should have scared me, but if worse came to worse, I am a fighter. I’d rather never have to fight Revy for real, for keeps, but if I absolutely had to I will. Damn it, could I really? No. I sometimes yearn to taste her bullet as I always yearn to taste her body. Fuck. She had me; completely. That thought should have scared me, but looking into her devious honeyed gaze, I was calm in thinking that whatever she asked of me wouldn’t be so bad.
Revy looked very pleased with herself. Two orgasms back to back and having a pretty sure guarantee that she could get it anytime, anyplace she wanted it would do that to a person. I looked past Revy’s wine colored hair and saw Eda. She looked almost hungry. I realized then that in that drunken rush of sex, she hadn’t gotten any. Not really. I looked at her curves from over Revy’s shoulder; Eda was the tallest of the three of us, her glorious blond hair falling past her full round ass. Her startling blue eyes were filled with a dark need; she’d initiated this threesome and hadn’t come. I caught a flash of white and looked back to Revy.

“Go stand by the podium and face the wall. Do no turn around unless I say so,” she ordered.

I rose and walked over to the podium; I stood in front of it and stared at the statue of a crucified Jesus looking down at the room. If I was any kind of believer I might feel guilty about having fucked a woman in a church, but being an atheist means I took the pleasure for what it was and the place setting will just give me a good laugh when I reminisce. Eda came around the podium and Revy instructed me to reach over towards her, putting my hands out of sight over the edge of the little mic stand. I moved my head a little so that the microphone wasn’t directly in my face and heard metal clasps closing around my wrists. Eda stood up grinning and I tried to pull my hands back, just out of principal. I was well and truly stuck. My breasts pressed against the polished wood, the tension in my shoulders stretching the cuts from Revy. My pulse was in my throat now; Eda looked so sure of herself, Revy claimed me as her pet, and now I was restrained and couldn’t look back to see what they were doing. Oh how I wanted to sneak a peek. At least to catch a glimpse of Revy’s beautiful body to hold in my mind as they did whatever they were going to do to me. I must have turned my head a little because Revy reprimanded me.

“I said don’t turn around,” she said and I heard the whip whizzing through the air a second before it connected with the flesh of my ass.

I kept my head forward, gasping at the stinging sensation heating up my rear, my back spasming. Eda called me to turn around; I started to turn my head when the whip hit me again. I cried out, not in pain, as the waves of warmth radiated out from my back.

“I said unless I say so,” Revy emphasized herself.
“Sorry, Miss Rebecca,” I panted.

I heard footsteps drawing nearer but I kept my gaze forward, as I was instructed to. I felt several lines of cold metal be dragged along my heated, welted skin, and hissed softly. The metal circled higher and then hands were on me, smoothing along my skin. I knew the feel of those hands against my body, knew the feel of her skin against mine almost as well as I knew my own body. That meant Eda was the one teasing my back with the cold metal flogger. Revy’s hands glided up my waist, around my shoulders. She leaned her face in, licked a line on my shoulder and then whispered into my ear.

“Spread your legs wider.”

I may have swooned if I wasn’t caught tight around the pedestal. I inched my legs wider, the draft of the chapel swooping around my legs, cooling my aroused core. Revy came closer, pressing her body along the line of mine. A warmth brushed between my legs and I caught my breath as Revy lathered the head of some phallic object in my juices. It was warm, but not warm enough to be a real man; she had a strap on. She tantalizingly knocked at my most intimate of doors, teasing me, coating the dildo with my natural lubrication. I rose on my tiptoes, trying to rub more of me against her, trying to invite her inside me. Instead she pulled back. I shrunk back, almost whimpering, and lay my head on the edge of the podium, next to the mic. Eda came into view and unfastened my hands. I didn’t move; I wasn’t told to.
Revy summoned me closer and I went to her, hot and happily. Hers was a black harness with a burgundy dildo that matched her hair. Revy stared at me, her pose commanding, her eyes daring. Eda pressed herself against me, her hands guiding one of mine to the junction of her legs where she showed me she was wet and ready. Despite her large breasts enveloping my arms between them and her sultry whispers in my ear, my eyes were only for Revy. She smirked and stepped up to me, her hand like steel behind my neck, pulling my mouth to hers. She kissed me, hard and firm and my knees went weak.

“Fuck her,” she whispered against my lips, “Fuck her while I fuck you.”

She kissed me once more and then released me into Eda’s arms. I turned on her, brought her lips to mine in a heated, commanding kiss that made her knees buckle. I caught her and led her to the floor gently. I kept myself hoisted above her, on hands and knees, while I fed at her mouth like I would eat my way down her body. Not too bad an idea. Her hands were wrapped around my neck, slowly entangling in my hair as my mouth stole down her chin, her neck. My tongue flourished over her collarbone and lower still while I fed at her breasts. Eda arched her back, offering more of her flesh to me, her hands gripping my hair like handles. Revy was between my legs then, rubbing the realistic dildo up and down my slit. She entered me suddenly and I cried out onto Eda’s wet breasts. My spine curved as I tried to force my ass down, to get more of Revy inside me. Eda didn’t want to be ignored any longer and pulled my attentions back to her. I suckled on her chest a bit more, while Revy began to move within me. She stole my breath with the way she moved, she’s definitely done this before. I nibbled down Eda’s abdomen, my tongue swirling about her navel and lower. I nuzzled the patch of coarse blonde hair and swapped my tongue over her. Eda’s hands went from the base of my skull to the top of my head, pressing me on her, moaning out her encouragement.
Revy’s pace went from careful to rough, she filled me like she owned me and it tore my mouth from Eda once more. I rotated my hips as Revy pounded the strap on into me, my breath leaving me in quick gasps. Eda pulled me back down to her and I thrust my tongue into her, a small shadow of what Revy was doing to me. I licked and sucked her, nibbled and rolled her delicate bits gently between my teeth. Eda was going to pull my hair out if she didn’t let go soon. I fixed that. I sucked her over that shimmering edge of orgasm and she released my hair to grasp at the air, the floor; writhing underneath me in pleasure. My own orgasm caught me by surprise, blowing out my mouth in a breathy scream. My arms shook with the suddenly difficult task of holding me above Eda’s twitching body; I couldn’t hold them. I collapsed on top of her, resting my cheek on her busty chest and trying to relearn how to breathe.

“Oh god, Revy,” I panted.
Revy smacked my ass, hard and fast, “What was that?”
“Miss Rebecca,” I corrected, catching my breath at her hand on me, “That was amazing.”
“No kid, that…” Eda was breathless, “That was breathtaking.”

I rolled off and away from them, panting on my back, staring at the ceiling. My eyelids felt like lead and I struggled to keep them open. I lost that particular fight and lay there, breathing towards the ceiling, listening to the other two.

“Geez Revy, have you been driving her hard all day?” Eda asked, looking over my tired form.
“Tch, she’s the nymph that wouldn’t stop,” Revy said, smirking at me.
“If this is going to be a daily thing,” I shook my head, “I’m going to need to keep energy drinks on me.”

The girls laughed and I joined in. I suppose that concluded our night because I heard clothes rustling and assumed they were getting dressed. After a moment, I got up and put on what was left of my clothes as well. Going commando thanks to Revy. Commando, braless; next thing she’ll be cutting my shirts off and I’ll be fucking naked soon. I sighed.

“Miss Rebecca, do you think you could stop cutting my clothes off?” I turned to her once dressed.
“But it’s so fun watching the fabric split and watching your tits spill out,” she grinned.
Next time I’m cutting her shit, see how she likes it, “They aren’t cheap, ya know.”
“Quit complaining.”
“Yes, Miss Rebecca,” I said.

After helping Eda clean up any tell-tale signs of sex, Revy and I left. We walked because I didn’t feel like paying for a 3rd cab that day, nor was I really eager to leave Revy’s side just yet. Not sex, I really don’t think I can go another round without passing out for a week, but it just felt good to be around her. It was oddly calming; I didn’t entirely trust the feeling because I knew that she could decide to really kill me on a whim, but still… I haven’t felt this at ease since before Daisuke’s death. I really need to stop thinking of him, that was five years ago and I need to let it go. I sighed heavily and tried to dispel the dark thoughts that clouded my mind. Revy cast me a sidelong glance.

“What’s the matter with you?” she asked, sounding tired.
“Nothing, just thinking of crap,” I said.
“Like?” she persisted.
I shook my head, “Nothing of any importance.”

Revy shrugged and let it go. Though she did try to dispel my dour mood with chatter. I appreciated it. We walked in companionable silence a bit more before I decided to break it.

“So what exactly do you mean when you say you are going to keep me as a pet?” I asked.
“It means you do what I say, when I say it. Be good and obedient and I won’t have to punish you.”
“I meant more along the terms of living arrangements. We have separate places and I obviously can’t tag along on your jobs, nor you mine,” I said.
“Part-time pet then.”
“And what of my needs? Are you willing to do what must be done to keep me happy as I keep you happy?” I looked at her.
She gave me a sidelong glance, “You talk as though you’ve been a pet before.”
“For one other person, years ago, but I wasn’t near this accommodating for him.”
“How’d that turn out for ya?” she asked.
“Until you, he was the last person I’d ever had sex with, and before him only two others. It’s been five years since Daisuke left.”
“Jesus Christ, girl! Five years of no sex at all?”
I smiled at her incredulity, “Yes; until you came along. Some people just kind of fall out of celibacy, you smacked the hell out of me with your sexy ass.”
She laughed at that, smug, “Well that explains you wanting to fuck all day. You horny bastard.”
“Yeah, I only have you to blame for letting me indulge on you,” I gave her a dry glare.
“I’d let you go but where would I find someone so willing to serve me?”
“Which reminds me, you didn’t answer my question.”
“Honestly, I don’t know. We barely fucking know each other though I’m sure we could map out each other’s bodies better than anyone.”
“Too true,” I said. “Alright, do you have a job to do tomorrow?”
“Won’t know until then, why?”
“I figure we could hang out and actually get to know each other, and not just our bodies,” I grinned.
“What, you want to date?” Revy was kind of wide eyed.
“No, no. Not really. I was never one for dating. Just hanging out; you know, that thing that friends do.”
“Friends, huh,” Revy looked thoughtful and turned her eyes away from me.
“Or fuck buddies, but either way, I think it’d be kind of cool to know who you are.”
“Right, right. Ok then buddy, what else are you into? I see that you’re a masochistic nymphomaniac, anything else I should be aware of?”
I laughed, “Well you are the first woman I’ve ever been with believe it or not,” I shook my head, “I’m down for almost anything, it’d be better to ask what I’m not into.”
“Ok, what aren’t you into?”
“Watersports, the only bodily excretion you can let go anywhere near me is cum. I don’t do shit, piss, or vomit. You are sexy enough to get away with a lot by me, but that’s a hard limit, I’ll have to kill you if you try it.”
“I think I’m insulted that you even think I could be into that shit,” Revy blanched.
“Not fun stuff,” I shook my head. “What about you? The way you were working that strap on you’ve definitely done it before. “
“I’m about as fucked up as you are,” she said. “Though I like to deliver the pain, not get it.”
“Definitely my kind of person,” I smirked.

The idle chat continued. I dropped Revy off at the company office and headed off to my own home. I wolfed down some much food and then passed out, contently, on the couch.