And good evening :)

This chapter happened MUCH faster, and in a way, I think it's a bit more tame, but at the same time, quite a bit more intense. Maybe it's just me. Not sure.

Anyway, please enjoy :)

The walk from the corner market to her apartment was short for Revy this Saturday afternoon. Typically this sort of trip was reserved for later in the evening, and was usually for a late snack, a bottle of booze, and not much else. However, today was a little different, first because of the time, but mostly because she carried none of those things. In fact, the only alcohol she purchased was of the disinfecting variety. One might say there was a bit of a spring to her step as well, though her half-dead, I-just-woke-up-leave-me-alone expression could have been pretty easily misinterpreted.

Upon returning to her apartment, she smiled in satisfaction. Whatever happened with the weather, there would be no complaining about today. A gentle breeze flowed through the open windows, and the temperature had taken a dive from the prior week. The humidity was ever-present, but the drop in temperature almost made the moisture enjoyable. These were good things for Revy, and later on, for Eda, as the gunslinger was on a very clear mission this afternoon. After locking the door behind her, Revy dropped the bag of alcohol bottles on her bed, and stepped over to her closet. For a moment, old clothes, old guns, all manner of things flew out of the closet, until finally she found what she was looking for.

It was just a box.

A layer of dust covered the cardboard, and as she stared that thing down, there was this odd mix of emotions about her face. The internal conflict she felt was clearly visible as she struggled with opening the box. She had come this far, clearly there was a reason she needed this box, but something about the contents was halting her. A little late to be bitching up, Two Hands, she thought. It was a long time ago, it's over now; it WAS fun after all. She opened the box, and where there was hesitation, there was now excitement. Been a long time, old friend, she thought as she reached in, retrieving a jingling piece of black lace and latex.

"Never thought I'd need this thing again," she quietly commented. She gave the latex article a few shakes, adjusting her grip to hold it from the top straps, letting the rest of it fall naturally. Looking around it, she wondered, How the fuck did I even get in this thing by myself? Then she saw the clasps and remembered, bringing a smile to her face. Guess we'll see if I've put on any weight these past eight years. With that, she dropped the latex corset to the bed and dug deeper in the box. It was full of BDSM tools from another life, but back then, it was a job. This now though, this was for fun, and that made this trudge through history all the simpler.

Ah, she thought as she found what she was looking for. A cylindrical length of latex, perhaps not as wide as the one she had used on Eda their first time, but certainly as long if not longer. Things could get a bit boring without you, she thought with a grin. Tonight, Eda, you are so fucked, and out came a similar latex device, though shorter and smaller. She remembered how well this combo worked in the past, not by her own experience, but the girl she was given. As she looked to the open windows, she was laughing in her own mind; the sounds of the people in the market, and on the street clearly audible. That's a great fucking idea. Forget you having a good night, bitch; this whole damn town is gonna enjoy tonight's game.

Eda sat back in her seat atop the chancel in the church, the front legs kicked up, and a fan keeping her cool as she held down the fort for the remainder of the day. Yolanda had returned earlier, which was at the same time good, yet most inconvenient for Eda. She could get out of the church for a few days with Yolanda back, but the Saturday evening deal she made with Revy was going to be difficult to fulfill. She's gagged me both times, but there's still a lot of noise, Eda thought. Can't fucking have that shit with the old bag hanging around, now can we? She tilted her head back and quietly exclaimed, "Fuck me."

On the tabletop in front of her, her cellphone rang out, bringing her to drop the chair onto all four legs and pick up the phone. The number wasn't one she recognized, but the area code was local, which at least meant this was likely a pay phone, which probably meant Revy. She looked around a moment and her lips perked up into a smile. She flipped the device open and asked, "Hello?"

"Is that any way to talk to me, whore?"

Eda smiled in genuine relief. True to her word, there was no mention of their game on her behalf since last Saturday, and there never would be, just as her mistress demanded. However, in this moment, as she was spoken to by Revy in a manner only her mistress would address her, Eda replied accordingly, "Apologies, mistress."

"That's a good Thing."

Eda's eyes fluttered shut at hearing her words. It was such a simple phrase, but for Eda, it struck the core of her needs in this game. To be taken out of the world, to not be multiple people, for multiple people, snitch, friend, liar, backstabber, comrade, contact, etc… Being reduced to a "Thing", to not be a woman, or even a person, to not be cared for, or cared about, but to be an object, a toy, for the whims of a merciless dominatrix, that was what she needed. The release of it all; to be punished as she felt she deserved to be, and Revy was very, very good at punishing her.

"Your Thing may not be able to wait till tonight if you continue to speak to it this way, mistress."

Just as Revy had brought Eda a great deal of satisfaction in her comment, Eda too brought quite the smile to Revy's lips. For Two Hands, though, this wasn't the same as it was for Eda; Revy didn't need this release. At least she didn't think she did. She got plenty of release every time she squeezed the triggers of her Cutlasses, an activity that was one of the most consistent and common occurrences in this city. This game with Eda, it was nothing more than having some fun causing Eda some pain. At least that's what she told herself. She was good at it, Eda wanted it, so why not?

"Patience, whore," Revy said. "Tonight, we're going on a field trip." Eda said nothing, and her silence was a fantastic indicator that Revy had her complete attention. "You will meet me behind the Yellow Flag at 11pm sharp; make sure no one follows you. I have secured a room for us where we will not be disturbed, or intruded upon. Nothing is needed; bring only yourself."

"Yes, mistress."

Revy's smile broke, and her tone shifted back to plain Jane, normal Revy, "See you tonight, slut."

Eda clicked the "End" button on her phone, smiling wide as can be. At least she was until she checked the clock. "Holy fuck its 9:45? When the fuck did that happen?" She sprung from her seat and called out, "I'm done for the day!"

"Very well!" Yolanda called back from one of the back rooms of the church. "Good night, Eda."

Yolanda's words fell on deaf ears as Eda was halfway down the stairs and to her room, her habit coming off in pieces as she marched to the shower. After slamming the door to the bathroom behind her, her thoughts were endless. Scrub everything twice, no, three times; gotta be extra-fuckin' clean everywhere. For her to have a room, and to not need anything, that fuckin' changes everything. Here, I know what I have; I know what I like and don't like, but Revy on her own? Who the hell knows what she's got planned? Right as she was beginning to panic, there was a moment of clarity. Like and don't like? Who the fuck am I kidding? I haven't disliked any of what she's done to me so far. It's different, yeah, but it's fucking great. The pain, how it gets lost and mixed up with the pleasure…fuck, the pleasure. She remembered the feeling of the gag in her mouth, of how hard she bit that red ball, and grinned from ear-to-ear.

"I hope when she's done with me, I can't remember my own goddamn name."

10:58 rolled around, and Revy descended the stairs to the rear entrance of The Yellow Flag. Unusual for tonight, she wore the same gray shirt Eda gave her last time, over a similarly unusual pair of proper jeans. Not quite as form fitting as the shirt, though they were remarkably clean, possibly even new, and perhaps just for tonight. Her Cutlasses were strapped to her shoulders as usual, and in her hands, a burlap sack, and a pair of handcuffs were fairly ominous. Still, not many would question Revy, especially while she was carrying those items. She looked up and down the hall, finding them empty as she hoped, and not a second later there was a knock at the rear door.

She opened it, revealing Eda in a black tube dress, which revealed plenty of her milky white skin, just barely keeping her decent in the single article of clothing. Her long blonde hair flowed behind her, rounding out the package beautifully. Eyeing her up and down, Revy commented, "Very nice, whore." Eda smiled and Revy continued, "Hands." There was no hesitation or thought; Eda did as she was told, and her wrists were cuffed a second later. The burlap hood came next, and as she pulled it over Eda's face, she ordered, "Not. A. Sound." Revy took hold of the chain that connected the cuffs and pulled Eda along with her, leading her up the stairs to the room.

"And step!" Revy gleefully instructed. As Eda completed a step, she was praised, "That's a good Thing."

The ascent was a somewhat long one as Revy had to make sure Eda didn't trip up the stairs. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to the blind blonde, there was the sound of a key slipping into a door, and with just a few more steps, the sound of a lock being fastened. Revy guided Eda to a seat in the room and a light switched on moments later revealing a fuzzy image through the burlap. Things came into focus little by little, notably, Revy standing just a few feet away, the light putting her in silhouette. Eda's breathing was quick to begin with, but as she squinted through the sack, she watched the clear movements of a woman stripping off her clothes. However, something wasn't quite right.

Her form was more accentuated, but she was still wearing something, something that seemed to reflect the light of the room. Wait a minute; is that-

Eda's thoughts were interrupted as Revy pulled the hood from her head, revealing what she had been squinting so hard to see: a latex corset. Eda's eyes were wide with excitement, her jaw slack with awe. Holy shit, she thought. I think I'm going to get my wish.

Visually, the latex was everything Eda dreamt it would be. It clung to Revy perfectly, fitting to her form with no visible gaps or protrusions, exactly as latex should, as second skin should. The lacing was simple, but elegant, joining the various pieces of latex in a beautiful array, keeping her decent, but not leaving an awful lot to the imagination. Then, there was her voice as she spoke, deep and dark, and with no hint of humor or subtlety. It was one thing for Eda to see her this way, but something else entirely for Revy to wear it.

"While I wear this, I am no longer your 'mistress', but your 'Queen'," Revy said. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Que-"

"You do not speak unless I specifically tell you to," Revy interrupted with a hard slap across Eda's face. "You nod 'yes', and that is all; 'no' is no longer a part of your vocabulary. Now, do you understand?" Eda nodded, and Revy praised. "Very good, Thing."

Eda blinked her eyes and stretched her jaw to ward off the pain of the slap, when another order came, "On your feet." Upright, Revy took a moment to observe Eda. She grinned as she paced around her, and finally, there was a touch as she slapped the blonde's chest. As she rounded her again, she similarly slapped her backside, eliciting the same reaction in the material of her dress. "Good, nice and tight," Revy commented. "Tonight, I will allow you to remain clothed."

For a moment, it looked as if Eda wanted to speak, but the look in Revy's eyes, the predatory gaze she pierced Eda with told her it best to not say a word. Instead, she did as she was allowed, nodding, somewhat solemnly.

"Come," Revy ordered, guiding her by the cuffs to the foot of the bed.

Shit, this is it, Eda thought. What is she going to do? I haven't seen anything in this room for her to do anything with.

The heavy metal rails of the bed had no castors and sat flat on the carpeted floor. Revy flipped the sheets at the foot of the bed up, revealing the first of tonight's implements: two more pair of handcuffs. "Spread your legs," Revy ordered after picking up the cuffs, and with a little assistance, she moved her legs to the corners of the bed, cuffing her ankles to the rails. This brought Eda's body quite a bit lower to the bed, and with no care or finesse, Revy gave a hard push against Eda's back, her cuffed hands doing little to catch her as she hit the mattress. Eda got a little more comfortable, watching as Revy stepped to the head of the bed, where her eyes detracted to an odd feature on the wall.

A sheet covered something on the wall directly across from Eda, above the head of the bed, and a second later Revy pulled the sheet revealing a mirror. Eda's eyes widened as she put the situation together. Then, Revy stepped back over, touching her as she explained it, very clearly at that.

First she knelt, her hands slowly sliding up her calves as she spoke. "As you have learned, a whip is useful for people like me, and things like you. We can inflict pain, we can inflict pleasure, and you; you simply get to enjoy all of it. That's selfish, don't you think?" She gently guided Eda upright, standing as best she could with her legs bound to the bed. Revy lifted up the base of Eda's dress, just high enough to have easy access to her panties, which she removed with a swift tug. Eda gasped and Revy continued, "I've learned to enjoy a very specific result of the games we play." Revy's hands soon found all sorts of cracks and crevices to explore, and Eda made no small hint of both her surprise, and enjoyment. The blonde quivered, then choked with excitement as Revy's exploration continued. Revy though, she simply grinned as she moved further. "Whether it be a man or a woman, the result is always the same." A rough and forceful attack on both areas brought about a cough from Eda, but wisely on her behalf, no words.

"You all eventually scream," Revy said. Her hands moved again, this time moving up Eda's ribs as the blonde panted for air. "And that is my only wish tonight; to make you scream. Can you scream for me, whore?"

Eda looked to the mirror, finding Revy's face as she patiently awaited an answer, and offered a nod. Revy smiled, "Good."

With that, she pushed Eda forward again, but a tad more gently, allowing her to land on her elbows as opposed to her face as she did the first time. Eda didn't look to the mirror; she was still in a fair bit of shock from Revy's ministrations a moment earlier. She couldn't see what Revy was doing, but she did hear the sound of the windows opening in the room. First one, then two, then all three were wide open, the curtains blowing in the breeze of the evening.

What the hell is she doing?

Amidst the outside noise that now entered the room, there was a jingle of something being fastened. Then, all of a sudden, there was penetration, bringing Eda to tighten up again, and all at once.

Whoa, she thought at first. Okay, that's just a finger, I'm-

In an instant, however, the finger was removed, and replaced with something much longer, and much wider. Revy wasted no time, immediately sawing away at Eda, and the blonde screamed loud as ever, just as Revy wished of her. Certainly there was pleasure, heaps of it, but there was also a great deal of pain. The size for one, and the lack of finesse for another, the immediacy of the act, which allowed for no adjustment on Eda's behalf.

"Good, whore; scream louder!" Revy barked, and Eda listened. That Revy pushed harder, faster and deeper was a good help.

Her screams had gone from pleasure laced to torturous, when Revy thrust forward, and remained in place for a moment. A loud moan of incredible pain erupted from Eda's lips, tears slid from her eyes, and then there was new pain. Revy reached forward, grabbing a handful of Eda's glorious blonde hair, twisted her wrist, wrapping it around her hand and gave a good pull. She brought Eda's ear to her lips and ordered, "Look at yourself, whore." She lowered her arm, bending Eda over once again, but kept a tight enough hold on her hair to keep her upright, and her eyes on the mirror. She promptly resumed, even faster, bringing her to scream louder, and louder still. Finally, when the screams had devolved into nothing more than grunts, Revy let go of Eda's hair and withdrew the device, allowing the blonde to collapse in exhaustion.

Holy fuck, Eda thought. It hurt so much more than I thought it would, but at the same time, I've NEVER been fucked like that. My goddamn throat is ripped to shreds. Finally, her gasps slowed. At least we're-

Again Revy grabbed her hair once again, pulling her back upright. "What do you think you're doing, whore? Laying down on the job? Is this a time to be relaxing? Answer me, cunt!" Revy roared as she reached around and wrapped her other hand around Eda's throat.

"I'm sorry, Queen!" Eda shouted as tears poured from her eyes. What the hell is she doing to me? I didn't even want to say that, it just came out?!

"No you're not," Revy darkly commented. "Not yet."

With that, she let go of Eda's throat and hair; she would need both hands for this. The first device was back in place, and a second found a home just a little ways away, though this time, Revy waited, listening as Eda groaned in pain and exhaustion. "Does it hurt?" Revy asked, and Eda nodded furiously. "Do you want me to stop?"

In that moment, Eda knew she had an out. She trusted Revy completely, and though there was no safe word between them, if she asked for this to end right now, she knew without a doubt that it would have. It could stop now, a clear limit would be known to both of them, and they could be done for the night. Furthermore, the way Revy worded it, Eda could respond with a nod, in accordance with the rules Revy laid out. All it would take is that one nod, and they would be done; yet for some reason, Eda couldn't bring herself to give it.

Focus; how bad is it really? she thought. It's uncomfortable right now, but it could get better, right? Some people love this shit, maybe I cou-

"Time's up," Revy interrupted, shifting her hips forward, increasing the pain, and breaking any form of concentration Eda had going. She grabbed her blonde hair once more, pulling it back, and bringing her to face the mirror once more as she asked, "Yes or no?"

Eda gasped, choked and coughed in pain, but her lips moved, and Revy leaned forward to listen.

"Please?" Eda whimpered.

Revy instantly began again, and much to Eda's surprise, there was pleasure to be had, and even though it hurt initially, pain was losing to pleasure in a big way. She screamed at the top of her lungs as her body was decimated without mercy or care. However, she was in absolute awe, and found peace in her thoughts, at least while she was still coherent enough to have them.

She is amazing. Everything she does is deliberate. That pause, even for just a few seconds, was for me, to lessen the pain, to give me even just a second to adjust; it really is a game, not just for her, but the both of us. And what a fucking game it is. Come on, harder.

Revy listened as Eda's screams changed in tone and pitch and responded, pushing faster and faster. She let go of the blonde's hair, putting both hands on her hips, speeding up as quickly as her body would allow, and reaching to the lengths of the devices she had, yet still, Eda screamed for more.

She's a true submissive, Revy thought with a grin. She doesn't even realize how fuckin' far she's falling, she just takes it, and wants more. I'm going to need some new fuckin' toys if I'm going to keep this interesting for her. Wait, what the fuck do I care, anyway? Revy's eyes averted from her work for a second, though as Eda began grunting again, as she lost the ability to scream any longer, Revy came back into focus. A singular final thrust made both devices disappear completely, and Eda let out one last scream.

Revy withdrew the devices slowly, carefully, and above all, gently. She removed them from her body, and stepped back over to Eda. She retrieved a towel from one of the chairs in the room where she had left it earlier, and commented, "Since you can do nothing for yourself, I'll help you clean up." She let out a chuckle as she spoke again, "You're gonna need a shower or two, Eda."

Eda couldn't respond. She couldn't move. She was slumped on the bed, lying on the side of her face, drooling absentmindedly on the sheets.

Who? was her only thought.

And that's all for this installment. If you made it this far, I hope you enjoyed it :)

So, I know my final chapter, but I'd really like to do one or two more before I wrap this up. I don't have any ideas at the moment, so the next one may take a little while. Hopefully not too long :)

Again, and as always, thank you so much for reading,
-jm