Good evening :)

It took me a while to get here, I was completely unsure of myself the entire way. I did not plan for things to go this way, and the romantic side of me wants to believe that I just wasn't satisfied to base an entire work around NOTHING more than the sexual scenarios of these two. I needed something more to happen, or it was just...thin. So, well, as you get to the end, you may put together what's going on, and then it gets a little crazy. A little out of control.

Suffice it to say, I now have another chapter in the planning stages, in which we get another fun element of a BDSM relationship: Aftercare.

Anyway, here we go. I hope you enjoy it :)

Across from Rowan's desk in the rear-most room at The GooFest, Rock and Revy sat, somewhat patiently waiting for Rowan to finish up his conversation. "I fuckin' told that bitch!" the proprietor exclaimed. "She takes it how the customer asks and doesn't say shit! End of fuckin' story!"

"This is going well, don't you think?" Rock asked. His hands were neatly folded in his lap, and though he'd been in this place before, it still unsettled him. You could see it on him in all of his smallest of mannerisms: his foot just barely quivering on the floor, the bead of sweat on his forehead in this cool room, and the pale color in his cheeks. You could put the businessman in the wild, but you couldn't quite get civilized society out of him.

Revy, however, was relaxed as could be. One knee to her chest, the heel of her unlaced boot propped up on her chair, which was propped up on its back legs. "Girl takes a job for this asshole, she should really know just what the fuck she's getting herself into," she said.

Rowan hung up, slamming his phone down like a would-be big shot and asked with a wide Cheshire Cat grin, "What was that, Rebecca-baby?"

"Just sayin' what a stand-up guy you are, Jackpot," Revy commented.

"Really?" Rowan asked, genuine surprise and joy on his face.

Revy let out a chuckle, "In your fuckin' dreams, dipshit." She reached into her pocket, retrieving an invoice and read it off for him, "A thousand bottles at Pier Nine; what're you having a light month of something?"

"Some'a my best girls turned tail and jumped ship on me," Rowan explained. "Group'a regulars 'round here finds their pussy up and gone, the next sample they get don't knock their socks off, they're gone too."

Revy stood from her seat, Rock followed suit and she commented as she dropped the invoice on his desk, "Tough life."

They turned to head out of the office, and Rowan called out, "Bet if I could put your name on the board I'd be in good shape!" Rock paused first, then, oddly, so did Revy. Normally this was a one-way conversation, had almost entirely with Revy's back. "Sure I can't convince you to get in on the S&M show, Rebecca-baby?"

"Listen up, assh-"

"Relax, Rock," Revy nonchalantly interrupted her partner.

"What the…?" Rock began. "Revy you can't be serious!"

She smiled a telling grin at her partner and polite as she could, ordered him, "Go wait in the car, Rock; I'll be right out."

"What are you…" he again started only to go straight to a more important question. "Are you sure?"

Revy drew her cutlass, pointing it behind her at Rowan, though she didn't take her eyes off Rock. "I'm fine, Rock; I'll be right out."

Very hesitantly, Rock stepped through the door leading back into the club, and Revy closed it behind him. "Think you can put that thing away now?" Rowan asked.

"Oh, I don't think so," Revy commented with an unfailing smile. "I didn't want to say anything in front of Rock, but I think you and I can help each other."

"Oh yeah? How so?"

"You keep asking me to come back, you're serious?" Revy asked.

Rowan grinned the same, toothed grin from earlier and replied, "I'm always serious about that, Rebecca."

"Interesting," Revy said as she holstered her cutlass and spun the chair she was sitting in around, plopping down on it in front of Rowan. She reached for a smoke, and being the gentleman he was, Rowan promptly lit it for her. After taking a drag, she exhaled a mouthful of smoke and continued, "Because I found a hell of a sub." His eyes instantly lit up, but as he went to speak, Revy commented, "Ah, ah, ah! This goes down one way, and one way only."

"Baby, you have my undivided attention."

"I'll put on a show for you with my new toy. Get dressed up, I'll dress her up-"

"Her?!" Rowan excitedly interrupted. "This bitch is a bitch?"

Revy smiled, "You have no idea, Jackpot. Like I said, we'll both get nice and pretty for you, but, she remains completely anonymous." He gestured to speak, and immediately Revy stifled his comment, "Any questions about who the fuck she is, I don't care when they happen, I'll walk off that goddamn stage and take her with me; no questions about who she is whatsoever."

"I'm guessing that means a mask or some shit?"

"There a problem with that?"

"Not at all," Rowan commented. "I'm gettin' excited just thinkin' 'bout you in that get up. You still have all that shit?"

"Yep, but, that's the other part of this deal," Revy explained.

"And what's that?"

"The show is gonna cost you five grand, half now, half after."

"That's-"

"A fuckin' steal for the show I'm gonna give you," Revy interrupted as she took another drag.

"Hmmm… what's the catch?" Rowan asked.

"I need a few things from The Toy Closet," Revy explained.

"For your sub," Rowan surmised.

"Exactly," Revy said, puffing out a mouthful of smoke.

Rowan smiled and leaned forward, his right hand extended for Revy to shake. Revy, however, looked at his hand and back to his face. "You're fucking kidding, right?" His expression went from cheery to solemn as Revy continued, "I used to work this place, I've seen what you do with that hand. Write up a contract, we'll go over it together and you've got a deal. For now, can I go in The Closet or not?"

"Mi casa es su casa," Rowan commented as he pushed a button under his desk. A muffled buzzer rang out, and a door off to the side of the office popped open.

Revy looked to the open door with a grin and stood from the chair. After snuffing out the cigarette between her fingers, she dropped the butt in his coffee cup. "Always a pleasure, Jackpot."

"When are we doin' this shit?" he asked.

"Next Saturday night, midnight," Revy replied. "That work for you?"

"And I can use your name?" he asked.

"You can use the name I used when I worked here; that work for you?" she asked.

"Queen?" Rowan asked.

"Fuckin'-A," Revy replied as she set off into The Closet.

In the church, Eda sat in wait. The first time she and Revy were together, it was clearly a spur of the moment thing. The second time, she could never peg down. A part of her felt Revy was ready with plans for that night, but another couldn't help but feel it was still just an accident. The third time, however, was no accident. She was taken, brutally, violently, and in a way she'd never experienced, or even thought possible. Whatever Revy's game was, she was inadvertently ruining Eda for anyone else, and the thought of it consumed her as she sat on her bed.

"You think you have a choice? You are nothing. You mean nothing. You exist to serve me; nothing more."

"This is the only chance I'll give you to stop me. Once we start, you're mine until I'm done with you."

"Can you scream for me, whore?"

Revy, she thought. The best gun in this city, better than me, better than everyone, and she is the one who is doing this to me. A part of her wanted to know where this side of Revy came from. How she got so damn good at it. How she seemed so absolutely confident in everything she did. It was almost as though she knew upon entering a room, how to use every last thing in it for the sake of the game. I want to… no, I can't. That's not a part of this. Of this… what the hell is this? It's not a relationship, is it? Doesn't a relationship need more? Gah… what the fuck am I thinking? she thought as her hands came over her face, desperate to wipe these thoughts from her mind.

I should just get ready. She looked to the clock on her nightstand: 10:57pm. It's almost time, and I don't even know where we're meeting tonight. Instantly there was fear and panic, Does that mean we aren't meeting tonight? No fucking reference to go by. Just one time that she's actually made the call and told me the plan as opposed to just showing up, and she made that call earlier than this. Did she forget? No. She wouldn't have forgotten.

Would she?

Just as she wondered, her cellphone vibrated on her nightstand. As happened the last time, the number wasn't from anyone she recognized, but a public phone in the same area code. Her heart hammered in her chest. She knew how she needed to answer this call, if it was in fact Revy. However, if it were not her but another face in this city, this would require a very awkward explanation later on. This better be you, bitch, Eda thought as she picked up the device.

For her rage-filled thought a moment earlier, she answered the phone with nothing of the sort in her tone, "Mistress?"

"That's a good whore," Revy said on the other end. "Keep that up and I will take extra special care of you tonight."

"Please, Mistress, just tell me where I can find you," Eda begged, completely lost in less than an instant.

"Come to my apartment at our usual time. I will be waiting."

"Is there anything you require of me?"

"You can save time by wearing as little as possible, or, you can anger me by over-dressing. You have already pleased me tonight; the choice is yours."

"Yes, Mistress," she said, then, the line went dead.

Well fuck, Eda thought, an excited smile appearing on her lips. I wouldn't want to disappoint her, now would I?

Revy finished laying everything out on her bed, and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her forearm. She wore nothing but a black bra and panties, sure to stay cool in the ever-present heat of Roanapur. It's not like tonight's activities would require more elaborate dress anyway. She looked all around her room, checking for anything out of place. Where there were once piles of garbage, guns, clothes, and other randomly scattered pieces of trash, there was now just a bed, nightstand, and dresser. Thankfully, the bags of garbage would attract no unusual attention on the street, and her clothes all fit where they should have been anyway. That bitch better be grateful I cleaned up for her, she thought.

She sat on her bed, now playing the waiting game, and checked the time: 11:54pm. She's always on time, no worries there, she thought. She looked to the gear laid out on her bed; long and wide red leather belts with lock loops, chains of numerous lengths, and of course a cherry red gag. She couldn't help but smile as she looked over everything. Never thought I'd see the day I'm doin' this shit again; almost forgot how fun it can be with the right person, and Eda? She chuckled, Natural born bottom; sinks like a stone every time. She mentally laid out where every article on the bed would fix to the blonde for the hundredth time, Our last game was about as intense as it gets, I hope tonight works the way I think it will. She was just about to light up a smoke when she shook it from her thoughts, laughing for herself, What am I saying?

With that, the sound of a V-twin dropping down a gear rang out on the street. She leaned to the side to look out the window, to find Eda in pants and a shirt, dropping her helmet with her bike and walking to the front of the building. Again Revy laughed, I see what you did there.

Eda ascended the stairs, slowing with every step as anticipation for tonight's game overtook her. A moment later, however, she came to Revy's door and immediately her heart sank. The character she became during their game wasn't a drastic departure from who she was deep down. Hell, she didn't play a role; she sank so far she had for all intents and purposes blacked out. However, at the sight of what awaited her on Revy's door, she was at a complete and total loss.

A dried out red rose was crudely fixed to the door with a piece of tape. It wasn't much, but, it was more than nothing, and nothing would have been standard. Nothing would have been no strings attached. Nothing would have meant this is truly nothing to think about once the blindfold and gags were off. But, that dried out dead rose was something. Something that meant Revy thought about this. That she had gone out of her way to make this special. Why? Eda wondered. A moment later, her excitement peaked higher than ever, Who cares?!

She knocked on the door, and at the last of three knocks, the door slowly opened, revealing Revy. Eda said nothing as she looked on Revy's physique, covered just so by her black bra and panties. She swallowed hard, anxious beyond belief, though Revy on the other hand looked unamused.

"You chose to anger me?" Revy asked darkly.

"Forgive me," Eda pleaded, in line as always.

"There is no forgiveness in these walls," Revy replied as she opened the door revealing a dark space, lit by a walkway of candles leading to her bedroom. "Do not make me wait."

"But, Mistress, I-"

She was interrupted as Revy reached across the threshold and pulled her into her apartment. Her breathing became ragged in an instant. Her body was on fire a second later, and all of her attention, all of her nerves seemed to travel south, desperate for attention. Please, she begged in her thoughts. Don't make me wait, Mistress.

Revy walked her through to the bedroom where it was much better lit. Candles covered the top of her dresser, creating plenty of light for this evening's game. As they entered the bedroom, Revy slowed Eda to a halt, and Eda's eyes scattered about the numerous implements on the bed. She had so much to say, so much excitement to convey, but her lips didn't move.

Holy shit! she thought. What the hell has she got planned for tonight? She looked everywhere for something insertable, something that was going to be the catalyst for her satisfaction, though she could find nothing of the sort. Hidden maybe?

"Since you are mine and can do nothing for yourself, I will take your clothes off for you," Revy said.

"Yes, Mistress," Eda replied, pulled from her thoughts.

Piece by piece, Revy removed the layers of clothing Eda had put on, and with every article, Eda smirked, watching as Revy became more and more infuriated. Problems, Mistress? she thought. Finally, she was stripped bare for her mistress, and for once, grateful to be so. The first time, it was uncomfortable for her to be around Revy like this. The second time, it was still awkward. Now, the discomfort was rewarded with relatively cool air, considering how much she was sweating under all those clothes.

"On the bed, on your knees," Revy ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," Eda complied, mounting the bed in a kneeling position.

There were no more words now, as Revy began wrapping Eda, limb by limb. The larger of the leather belts bound her thighs to her shins, pulled tight, and fixed; she couldn't unfold her legs if her life depended on it. Next, her wrists were bound to her biceps, and the resulting bindings pulled tight and buckled behind her, keeping her arms completely immobilized. Next, there was the blindfold, this time, a proper piece of leather that blocked all light from Eda's eyes, and then, the gag slipped into her mouth, buckled behind her head.

Revy took a step back, admiring her handiwork as Eda breathed heavy through her nose, and around her gag. She smiled, satisfied for the moment, and as always, offered her, "This is the last chance you will have to stop me. Do we continue, or not?"

You have to ask, Mistress? Eda wondered as she nodded her head 'yes'.

Revy smiled, "Tonight, you lose your hearing as well. No speech, no sight, no hearing; just like a useless thing, don't you think?" She walked around the bed, observing Eda's quivering form as she spoke. "Nothing more than an object." She picked up the chain from the bed, and took gentle hold of the buckle that fixed Eda's gag. "A person can speak. A person can see and react." Using one of several locks, she attached the chain to the buckle on the gag, and pulled her neck taught, fixing it to the buckle that fixed her arms. "But you can do none of those things, can you? You can't even move your head anymore."

She leaned in close to Eda's ear, and whispered, "You couldn't stop me if you wanted to."

With that, she placed earmuffs around Eda's ears, and that was the end of her most immediate senses, absolute silence.

If she could have opened her eyes, they would have been gargantuan. Revy? she screamed in her thoughts. Fuck. Sensory deprivation. This shit breaks people. I've used this to break people, and I walked right into this. Never questioned anything, and now… What the fuck should I…? I…I don't know if I- Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt her body constrict even further. She attempted the slightest of movement and she could feel it, her arms and head were now chained to her legs. She couldn't move at all.

Fuck… again she swallowed hard, drool seeping around her gag, and onto her body. I'm… she was shaking, visibly terrified.

I'm…nothing…

However, where there was a complete lack of all sensation a moment ago, and panic as a result, there were suddenly several sensations. The feeling of fingertips on her cheeks, she could tell that much easily. Then there was a light gust on her nose, perhaps the feeling of Revy's breath. Finally, there was moisture on her lips, accompanied by a gentle force as Revy's tongue ran circles around the blonde's lips.

My mistress, Eda thought, her body calming completely. You won't hurt me more than I want you to. I know it. I know you. My mistress. My friend. My… lover. I know you. I know you. Just keep it together. It's always been fine and this will be all right.

Revy gently pushed away from Eda, smiling most contently. She couldn't hear me even if I screamed, and she couldn't signal me even if she could hear me, Revy thought. She can take what I have planned; I know she can. Next week, we're gonna be in the fuckin' money. As she looked on her, all of the thought and planning she had put into this came to a head in her mind. Neither of us have said it, but we both know exactly what this is. Can't fuckin' believe it ended up this way. She laughed in her thoughts, Does this mean I have to thank Rowan for getting me into this shit? Fuck it; best not keep her waiting too long.

Revy retrieved a device from her dresser and placed it on her nightstand beside the bed. Several switches and dials adorned it, as well as cords and plugs. After plugging it into the wall, Revy retrieved just one more implement, essential for this setup; nipple clamps. Eda hated these the last time they were used on her, at least, when they were first attached she did. When they came off, she couldn't have been more upset. Now though, Revy made the smallest of adjustments to the setscrews, ensuring they wouldn't bite quite as hard initially.

Mistress? Eda asked in her thoughts, wondering where Revy had gone to, only to have the clamps bite down. Immediately she shook and squirmed, but no measure of struggle was going to help her. She looked as though she were having a seizure, and immediately, Revy made an effort to calm her down, grazing her body with her fingertips, ensuring her that her mistress was close, and paying close attention. Goddammit these fucking things hurt! Eda roared in her thoughts. Just relax, Eda. Relax. Last time it hurt just as bad when she put them on, but remember, it felt good once they were on. Just relax. Breathe.

Eda's convulsions slowed, though her breathing remained highly elevated, and Revy continued the setup, attaching a lead from the box to the chain that connected the clamps. Finally, the last piece of the puzzle, a silver cylinder also attached to the box. Cylinder in hand, Revy slid the cylinder along Eda's thigh, and finally, into her body. She quivered as the cylinder disappeared into her, calming slightly only as it stopped moving.

Holy fucking shit! Eda screamed in her head, so loudly within the confines of those earmuffs. What is she doing to me?

Then, Revy flicked a switch on the box.

At first there was nothing. It still seemed as though Eda was getting used to the devices attached to her, her breathing even seemed to be slowing to a somewhat normal pace. Revy waited longer still, watching, observing her subject as she settled. Waiting for just the right time to truly begin. As it seemed Eda's breathing slowed to near normal, it was time to turn the first of the dials. It wasn't much, just a slight ways up from a setting of zero, not even to the setting of one, and the current began to flow.

This time, Eda didn't squirm, shake or convulse, but became stiff, tight. She felt it in all of the muscles throughout her body; she was being electrocuted. A muffled groan came from behind her gag, and try as she might have; there were no longer any thoughts. Nothing in her mind save for the horrible, out-of-control feeling of being shocked, coupled with the stimulus of where that shock entered her body.

As Revy watched drool pour from Eda's gag at an even faster rate, she smiled. Little more, she thought as she increased the first dial to a setting of one. Eda's groan grew in intensity, and then, Revy moved her finger to the next dial, turning it from zero, to just below one. The reaction was immediate, not physically, but audibly. What was once a groan was now a growl behind her gag. Saliva no long poured from her gag, but rained from it. Think this can stand to go up a bit more, Revy thought as she turned the second dial to a setting of two, amplifying the experience and then some.

Now… Revy thought. …the real test. She retrieved her most dangerous implement. Something she hadn't used on Eda yet, and reasoned with herself, I'll see it if it goes wrong. Won't I? She watched Eda's veins firm up beneath her skin. There was still no movement from the blonde, just that omnipresent growl. Being a hair more cautious than she may have been had she not taken away Eda's speech, sight, hearing, and ability to move, Revy turned down the first dial slightly, while increasing the second dial. Eda's growl became more of a purr, and Revy grinned, Little more pleasure, little less pain; seems the right way to go at the moment.

With that, she tightened her grip on that potentially lethal instrument, and stepped around the bed facing Eda's back. You've got this, you know you do, she thought. Again she smiled, taking in the blonde's creamy white skin. She leaned forward, and whispered outside of Eda's earmuffs, "I'm going to paint your ass red, cunt, and you're going to love it." She gave a firm crack with her wrist, bringing the tip of the whip across Eda's back.

No reaction. No change in sound, no change in position, nothing.

Revy tried again, this time on the other side of her back, still nothing. She adjusted the box, increasing the first dial once again, though this time, decreasing the second. Still, Eda purred in enjoyment, and once again, Revy struck her with the whip. Over, and over, and over this was done, until the first dial was at the halfway point, the second was off altogether, never exceeding two lashes between adjustments. Eda screamed into her gag, and then, Revy began changing the way she made her adjustments. The first dial went down, while the second went up exponentially, rapidly increasing stimulation where it was needed most, and again, Revy continued her lashing.

The scream behind her gag didn't change; it became louder, and more desperate. She was kneeling in a pool of her own sweat, spit and blood, and making it worse was that she could only feel it. Not process it, but feel it on her skin. It was only when the second dial was maxed out that Revy noticed the time: 3:45am. Holy fuck! she thought. I didn't mean to keep her under this long. She thought for a fraction of a second and first dropped the whip; she had already used it for too long. Next, she removed her earmuffs, and in that instant, Eda woke up.

Barely.

The sound of her own muffled screams brought some thought back to her. HELP! PLEASE HELP! TOO MUCH! GET ME OUT!

Revy could see it; Eda was in pain. She pushed too hard, too fast, lost in her own game, her own enjoyment, and while she wouldn't be able to take back any of what she did, she acted quickly and accordingly. She pulled the blindfold first, and what she believed she saw, she was now sure of; the slurry of liquids Eda sat in was composed of tears as well. Revy retrieved a straight razor from the nightstand and cut a strap of the gag, pulling the ball from her lips, allowing her scream a release.

"TURN IT OFF, REVY! TURN IT OFF!" she roared, ripping her throat to shreds.

She flicked the switch off, and quickly cut each of the bindings. Within seconds, Eda was free and in hysterics. Her eyes shut tight as she screamed in tears and pain so terrible, she thought nothing would ever take it away. However, just as she was certain she would never feel normal again, there was a new sensation; Revy was holding her.

"I'm sorry!" Revy said as she hugged her so tightly. "I'm so fuckin' sorry, Eda! I fucked up! I fucked up so bad! I fuckin' ruined everything! I'm sorry!"

Like I said, a little crazy, and a little out of control. Well, very out of control ;)

Some interesting ideas for next chapter. It's always a sure fire way to start the gears turning is to break some eggs, and I'd say I smashed a dozen with this one :) As always, thanks to The Horsemen for putting their eyes on this for me ^_^

Thank you for reading, and hopefully see you next time ^_^
-jm