And hello again, Black Lagoon archive ^_^
Whelp, here it is; last entry in this fic. I had bigger visions of this chapter in my head, but after the hiccup in chapter four, the tone of the story shifted a lot in my mind, and I really couldn't bring it back to that raw brutality; I needed something with a little more heart. Whether it's better or worse for that, who knows. All I do know is, it feels nice to have been productive once again :)
Now, on with the show ^_^
Okay, washed every which way at least four times; I'm clean, Eda thought. She looked to the tattoo on her arm and her thoughts bubbled, but quickly dissipated. She knows that can't be seen if I'm to remain anonymous, and she promised me that. Her lips perked into a smirk, as she lay on her bed in the church, dressed in her habit and sunglasses as usual. Promised, she thought. She. Promised. Her smile was unfailing as she remembered the past couple days, spent in perpetual aftercare from Saturday's mishap with electricity. No bonds or restraints of any kind; just gentle touches, and warm embraces, and all from one of Roanapur's most lethal individuals. I can barely believe this shit.
Revy slipped her corset into a leather bag, and right behind it went her trusty whip. She had her plan for the evening set, and while last week was an unknown, today was going to be tried and true: pain. Revy grinned through her teeth as she set the whip into the bag. She's a domme's dream; a fuckin' cutter, Revy thought. She loves the pain, and I love to dish it out; just never thought I'd be so into that… that after-shit so damn much. She zipped the bag shut and retrieved a pack of smokes from her nightstand. After lighting a cigarette, she took a deep drag, her thoughts evening out in the process, Who fuckin' cares anyway? It's fun for me, she gets off like a monster, and she's a good fuckin' kisser; I'll have my goddamned cake and eat it every fuckin' day.
She threw the bag over her shoulder and set out for the night. Just down the stairs and out the door of her building, she pulled a piece of change from her pocket and flicked it into a payphone.
Eda's phone rang on her nightstand and she grabbed it up in a hurry. Her voice clean, clear and low, she asked, "Mistress?"
"Tonight is the night, whore," Revy replied.
"Any way I can serve you is a pleasure to me, mistress."
"That's a good thing."
"Where would you like me tonight, my mistress?" Eda asked, taking note of the time on the wall: 10:38pm.
"The Yellow Flag, our usual room," Revy replied. "Since you're nothing and can do nothing for yourself, I will prepare you for this evening, and we will be on our way."
"Yes mistress," Eda replied. "I can't wait."
Revy grinned on her end, "Me neither. See you soon." Just as she went to hang up, she hurriedly screamed back into the phone, "Wear something you don't need!" As the words crossed her lips, she squinted in regret; not very domme-like to worry for your submissive's wardrobe.
"Yes mistress," Eda replied before hanging up.
Revy hung up the phone, her cheeks filling out a light pink. She set off towards The Yellow Flag with time to spare, and a spring in her step. Every step of the way, her heart accelerated little by little. The thrill of putting on a show was one thing, but doing so with Eda, that was something else. Eda was a player in Roanapur, just as she was. Everyone in town knew her name, and while no one may have known her true business, there wasn't a soul who didn't know of her business with the church. She was synonymous with firearms, and even drugs to a lesser extent, and now, she was going to be bound for all to see, and whipped to the point of climax in front of dozens of cheering faces.
Fuck, I gotta stop thinking about this shit, Revy thought. Gotta keep this shit professional tonight.
It wasn't long before she reached The Yellow Flag, and she quickly made way to their regular room. After peaking out the windows, she saw Eda was nowhere in sight just yet and opened her bag, then stripped off her clothes. Her latex corset went on in seconds, and was adjusted for comfort as she went. Her shorts and a longer, full-length tank top went on as well to keep the latex article hidden. She pulled the necessary items from her bag, and picked up the phone in the room. A brief dial later and she answered the other party, "Rebecca."
"Rebecca-baby!" Rowan shouted. "We still good?"
She looked out the window to find Eda pulling up on her bike, "Oh yeah, we're good. You setup there?"
"You just needed a spreader bar, right?" he asked.
"It's got a collar like I asked for, right?"
"You got it, baby."
"Perfect, see you in twenty," Revy answered, and slammed the phone back to the receiver.
A knock at the door came seconds later, and Revy quickly pulled the door open. Eda was dressed in a t-shirt and short-shorts, nothing fancy at all, just as Revy requested. She was sure to play her role from the minute they locked eyes, her lips pouty and glossy as she spoke, "Mistress."
There was no hostility or harshness, Revy merely gestured her into the room. Eda entered slowly, and as she turned to face Revy, her mistress barked, "Don't turn around."
Eda froze stiff, and just like that, their game had begun. Revy ran her fingertips down Eda's back, pleased to find no hint of a bra beneath her shirt. "That's a good whore," Revy sneered.
"Your servant is glad to please you, mistress," Eda replied.
She walked around Eda and reached up to her glasses, removing them carefully. While the game was on, Revy had found a warm place, and after last week, was keen on keeping that warmth close to her heart. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" Revy asked.
"Your wish is my wish," Eda replied.
Revy smiled, "I'm serious, bitch. It's not too late to walk, if you want to."
"You think Rowan'll let that slide?" Eda commented with a chuckle.
"You think I care?" Revy darkly replied.
Eda leaned forward and placed a kiss on Revy's lips. Warm and serene, neither made any further motion, until Eda broke the kiss. "You didn't forget your promise?" Eda asked.
"Nope," Revy replied with a smile.
"Then I want you to do whatever you like to me," Eda said. "Make me bleed, make me cum…" she leaned forward again, nestling her lips to Revy's ear as she finished her thought, "…make me nothing."
Revy smirked as Eda pulled away, and slid her hands down to the button on Eda's shorts, pulling them open with a pop.
Twenty minutes through back corridors later, Revy appeared at the rear entrance of The Goofest, her slave in tow. While Revy hadn't changed out of her attire, Eda was dressed quite differently. A black t-shirt covered her top while a black skirt covered her lower half. A burlap bag covered her head, her arms covered up into her sleeves with black latex gloves, and her wrists cuffed behind her. Around her neck, she was collared, and being dragged behind Revy via a dog chain. As she came to the rear entrance of the building, she knocked twice, then knocked again, and a moment later, Jackpot opened the door with the widest of Cheshire grins.
"Rebecca-baby, or, should I say 'Queen Revy'?" Rowan asked.
Queen, Eda thought, a smile on her hidden lips. My queen.
"All ready for us?" Revy asked.
"We're all set. Do you need anything, or are you ready?" Rowan asked.
"You know the deal; have our money ready when we're done," Revy ordered.
"You got it, Queen," Rowan replied, standing aside to let Revy in, her slave behind her.
As Rowan watched them walk into the club, his body gave a shake of excitement. "I fuckin' love showbiz," he commented before closing and locking the door behind them.
The club was packed tonight. Hundreds of people screaming and yelling, booze flowing like a river from the bar, and at the center of it all, a bar hanging above the center stage. Three straps adorned the bar, which hung perfectly balanced from the pulley that suspended it. Rowan approached the stage, taking with him a microphone and stand. He set the stand down and spoke into the mic, "Check, check." He smiled at hearing his voice so loud and addressed his patrons, "Ladies and gentlemen; tonight we've got a special show for you all." The roar of the crowd calmed and he continued, "Some of you will recognize tonight's special guest. Those of you who don't; bet your ass you're in for a treat. Now, on with the show."
The lights dimmed save for the spotlights that illuminated the stage, and from the back of the club, they appeared. Revy dragged Eda to the stage, slowly, and sure to give a good tug every now and again. As they stepped onto the stage, the crowd came to life, screaming for the Revy they all knew. She couldn't help but smile, then stepped to the mic. She drew one of her cutlass, silencing some of the crowd, and spoke to them all, "Tonight isn't about you fucks; it's about this bitch behind me, getting what she deserves. But, it will be me that gives it to her, got that? Hands to yourselves or it's gonna get a lot messier in here."
Again the crowd cheered, while Rowan smiled from the bar, "Same shit she always does."
Amongst the cheers, Revy asked, "You ready to see this cunt bleed?" The crowd cheered louder, and Revy set the mic back in the stand. She stepped back to Eda and discreetly asked, "You ready?"
"Fuck yes," Eda rasped.
Revy moved her to the bar, and lifted her arms to the straps, pulling them up at her sides. After fixing them, she fixed the collar strap, and draped the dog chain around her neck with slack. Eda thus restrained, Revy reached into her pocket, retrieving a switchblade that quickly ran through the back of Eda's shirt, and skirt. She dropped the weapon and pulled the cut clothes from Eda's body. She was stark naked beneath those clothes, save for a pair of light grey panties. Lastly, the hood came off, revealing a tightly wrapped bun of blonde hair, and a mask that covered her face from the bridge of her nose up. At seeing Revy's slave's bare body, the crowd cheered, but thankfully gave no audible clue they might know whom it was under that mask.
With that, Revy stepped in front of Eda and put the mic close to her lips, adjusting it to easily pick up her breathing over the PA. It was a small touch, but one that would certainly turn things up to eleven once the show was underway. Her "prop" set, Revy stood before the onlookers and smiled as she pulled her tank top over her shoulders. The crowd cheered harder still. Those who didn't know her from her early years in this club knew her for who she was here and now; Two-Hands, and here she was, Revy the Two-Hands in a latex corset. If Rowan didn't have strict rules in place, it would have been a free-for-all for nearly every man in the crowd. Her shorts came off a moment later, and from the bar, Rowan tossed her the whip.
No further words were needed, and none were given. She wound the whip, and as the crowd hit its first crescendo, she let the whip loose across Eda's back, and the building erupted. Eda's voice cracked through the mic, over the PA, filled with nothing but the utmost pleasure. Not an ounce of pain invaded the shriek, and then came another strike. The same reaction followed, and then the strikes got closer and closer together. It wasn't long before there was blood, and yet Eda never stopped screaming in satisfaction. Minutes passed, and though her back was red, raw, and bleeding, Eda still longed for more. Finally, the reality of the show came into play.
Her light grey panties had taken on a darker tone. They grew further and further saturated, and any doubts as to what was occurring in this show were washed away. The crowd was watching a woman be whipped to the point of blood, and yet she climaxed endlessly, and for all of them to see. Her body quivered and convulsed as she was overrun by pleasure, and within just a few more minutes, the show was already over. Thirty full minutes as they agreed, though, Revy wasn't quite done.
As Eda hung there, ragged, exhausted, and thoroughly pleased, Revy stepped around to her. She slid the mic stand out of the way and wrapped the whip around her toy's neck, again, keeping it somewhat slack. She wrapped her hand around the whip, pulling Eda's lips to hers, and claiming them completely. She licked at her lips, at her neck, and again, sealed their lips with a forceful kiss, much to the delight of the crowd. The cheers were surreal and before they could die down, the lights dimmed, and when they came back up, Revy was gone, and the blood-soaked bar that held her slave swung empty above the stage.
In the alley behind The Goofest, a redressed Revy wrapped a still masked Eda in a black trench coat. "You okay?" she asked.
"Did we get paid?" Eda asked.
"Damn right we did," Revy replied. "Are you alright?"
"Can we go to our room?" Eda asked, sounding incredibly tired and stressed.
"Yeah, come on," Revy said. She carefully wrapped an arm around Eda's shoulders, helping her walk, but as she took a step, a voice called out behind them.
"Yo, Rebecca-baby!" Rowan shouted.
"Not now, Rowan," Revy barked as she continued walking.
"I gotta know who she is," he shouted.
"Remember the deal, Rowan!" Revy growled as she turned to eye him up. "No fuckin' questions, asshole!"
"I'll throw in five G's."
This time Eda this time stopped in her tracks. "What are you doing?" Revy whispered.
"I like the sound of five grand," Eda said.
"Not a fuckin' chance," Revy whispered back. "Forget it, Rowan."
"Ain't nothin' I can offer you to get you to fess up?" he called.
"Wait here," Revy said, leaving Eda's side for just a moment. She approached Rowan with daggers in her eyes and pulled a cutlass from her holster."
"Shit! Okay, fuck it, I'm sorry!" Rowan spat as he lifted his hands in submission. A second later, he had the same wrapped wad of cash he had given to her a moment ago thrown back in his face. "Wait, what the fuck?"
"I'm buying your fuckin' silence, get me?" Revy said. "It's over; no more questions."
"Yeah, yeah, you got it, just, don't fuckin' shoot me, alright?"
She spun the cutlass back in her holster and ordered, "Go back inside and shut the fuckin' door." She turned and continued back over to Eda, then called back to him, "See you for your delivery on Thursday." She waited by Eda's side, and at long last, the door slammed shut.
"What was that about?" Eda asked through the mask.
"Don't worry about it," Revy said. Though Eda couldn't see her face, she smiled for her, and offered, "Let's get you cleaned up."
Back in their room above The Yellow Flag, Eda sat in a fresh pair of panties, her skin freshly washed and bare to her mistress. Revy sat behind her, wearing her shorts and cut off tank top as usual, carefully applying alcohol to Eda's open wounds. Once again, the sting of the alcohol didn't amount to so much as a wince from Eda, rather she was smiling in satisfaction. The temperature in the room was perfect on her raw skin, and she was content in the burn she felt.
"How did I do, mistress?" Eda asked.
Revy grinned and carefully pulled Eda into her lap. She leaned over Eda's face, their lips meeting in a delicate, upside down kiss. "You can drop it, Eda," Revy said.
"But I like it," Eda replied with a smile as she sat back up. "I like when you take responsibility for me. I like when I don't have to think for myself. When I can just give it all away, and trust you to make me feel. It's comforting."
Revy was stuck. She could tell Eda that she liked hearing the warm words of a woman she was falling for. Would it ruin the illusion? Probably. Probably take the magic away from what they had, and that was a gamble and a half. Still, this was something. Something more than a fling. Something more than a show. Something more than just bondage.
It was something great.
Something warm.
And Revy wanted it. "What's my name?" she asked.
Eda looked over her shoulder, confused for a moment. She stared into Revy's eyes, struggling to read the response she wanted. As Revy's expression shifted subtly, Eda saw what she needed, and smiled.
"Rebecca."
Revy smiled and replied, "That's a good Eda."
And that, is the end ^_^ I still can't believe I managed to draw six chapters from the original concept. I never expected it to grow like this, or to become something that I truly enjoyed working on. But, well, what can you do? Inspiration strikes in all shapes and sizes :)
As always, thank you to The Horsemen for their support and proofreading throughout this project, and to you the readers for giving it a chance :)
-jm