Disclaimer: Do not own Black Lagoon
Warnings for genocide, bombing, murder, child abuse involving sexual abuse, and there will be sexual assault
The warnings are all there, read at your own risk-this story's really, really fucked up. You have been warned.
In the ruins of Gomorrah
The brutal sun beat down onto the metal and glass buildings throughout Roanapur, and the heat was ever exhausting. But then, that was just the norm of Roanapur. The sun was brutal and the heat was unbearable.
The same old story.
This story, even is the same as many stories. The story of love and betrayal.
It just end in the way that many stories like that end.
At the Yellow Flag, Revy Two Hands, sat alongside the bar, drinking what had to be her fifteenth beer of the day, chugging the drink as if beer was going to go extinct or something. To her right, was Rock.
Rock, with his calm but judgmental eyes as he cast his gaze throughout the bar. Rock with his smooth presence that Revy tried to ignore was getting more and more cunning as the days went by.
Revy often tried to ignore the growing unease she'd feel when in Rock's company. But it was becoming difficult.
Revy remarked, snickering, lifting up her glass, "Think I'll reach sixty before the day is through?"
Rock chuckled, "I'm surprised you're not there already."
Revy snorted and downed her next drink.
Rock glanced at Revy and nodded, thinking now would be as good a time to tell her as any, and made his small announcement.
"Revy," he began, "Listen, Chang? He said he wanted to talk tomorrow. Something about an errand that he needs me for. I might need your help, alright?"
Revy paused, but nodded as she drank her beer.
She didn't want to fucking think about that.
Rock…he'd been getting more and more powerful as time went by. That probably should have made her relieved. But it didn't.
Rock and Chang's interactions? It just made her uncomfortable.
She didn't want to jump to any fuckin' conclusions. But as time moved on, Rock had…changed.
It wasn't a fucking shock, everyone changed when they were in this city for too damned long.
Still, Rock changing the way he was? When from what Revy had seen, he hadn't suffered all that much till he got here? Bothered her.
Yet, she knew she had to cover his ass. She didn't, he was just gonna be another fucking corpse dried up on the ground, waiting for flies to make a home there.
Later on that day, Revy dragged her nearly drunk ass to Hotel Moscow, handing over her desert eagles to Balalaika's men, all but laughing at their caution, cause they knew her, had known her now for years, since she first got into a relationship with their Kapitan.
Finally making her way up to Balalaika's office, Revy got her ass through the doorway, grinning when she saw that Eda was already there too.
Balalaika was seated behind her desk, and Eda was leaning against the wall, facing the Russian, and when Revy came in, both blonde women turned to her, those dead, icy blue eyes of Balalaika and those twilight blue eyes of Eda, lit up, as Revy closed the door behind her.
Revy grinned and hiccupped against her will, earning a chuckle from Balalaika, and a loud laugh from Eda.
"Bitch, you drunk already this early in the day?" Eda snorted.
"Fuuck you, Eda," Revy grumbled, stepping inside, yawning.
"I believe that answers our question, Two Hands," Balalaika remarked, smirking.
Revy gave a small watery chuckle and moved across the room to the desk. She walked around the desk and dropped unceremoniously into Balalaika's lap.
Balalaika scoffed, but wrapped her left arm around Revy's waist as the young woman placed herself into the older woman's lap, the younger woman leaning her head against the Russian's bosom.
"I assume you heard from Rock that he and Chang are meeting?" Balalaika all but sneered Rock's name out.
"Yeah, course, I heard," Revy said, nodding her head against Balalaika's clothed breasts, "Rock told me." Revy was going to assume that Chang had informed Balalaika.
"Hmm," Balalaika said quietly, which Revy had learned over time, was a quiet acceptance of this information.
Then again, it was probably the most civil reaction that Balalaika could have to Rock, in general.
Revy wasn't the only one who had noticed Rock's change in behavior. If Revy had noticed, you sure as hell could bet your ass that Balalaika had noticed.
Revy tried to move her hands to Balalaika's skirt, but Balalaika gently batted her hands away.
Revy tried not to whine. Balalaika said, "Not right now, vozlyublennyy. Just stay on my lap and rest, malen'kiy."
Revy fought the need to curse. Balalaika's Russian words of endearment, made her feel warm, though.
She had been with Balalaika long enough to learn a good deal of Russian. She'd never be fluent, and yah didn't need to tell her that. But she knew enough to have a general idea of what was being said between Balalaika and her men sometimes. And she certainly remembered the Russian curse words, much to her Sis's chagrin, but she also recognized the words of endearment that Balalaika said to her.
She knew that "malen'kiy," meant "little one," and "vozlyublennyy," meant "beloved."
Needless to say, Revy had almost dropped off of her fuckin' chair when she had learned what the second word meant. She and Balalaika had been together for almost three years now. And she and Eda had been together for almost a year and a half now.
Revy sure as hell hadn't heard Balalaika call Eda "vozlyublennyy."
But she'd been on the receiving end of that word far too many times for Revy to think for a fuckin' second that Balalaika didn't mean it, by this point.
Which made it all the more difficult for Revy to hear it, knowing what it meant and knowing what affect it had on her.
Balalaika ordered Eda to get Revy some water, to which Eda snorted, but got up to get the water that Balalaika demanded.
Revy rolled her eyes and turned her head slightly, gently licking and biting at the scaring along Balalaika's throat. She heard Balalaika sigh and chuckle, tilting her head back, letting Revy lick along the damaged flesh.
Revy always licked and kissed at Balalaika's scars. As if she was trying to heal the older woman, somehow.
It made Balalaika smile if only in heartbreaking way.
Eda filled a glass with water and when she heard the water being shut off, Revy stopped sucking at Balalaika's scarring and turned back around to face when Eda would approach.
Revy wasn't foolish, not about this, anyway.
She knew why Balalaika had let Eda be in relationship. Revy had figured Balalaika was too possessive to let Eda be with Revy, but she'd been wrong.
Rock? Balalaika only tolerated that Revy worked with him and that she was protective of him.
But if Rock so much as touched her in what Balalaika thought of as an offensive way, meaning in any intimate way at all, he would be in deep shit.
Eda had been welcomed into the relationship between Revy and Balalaika, because Eda was another means of Balalaika keeping protective tabs on Revy. At least, that was what Revy had come to believe.
It wasn't just to keep an eye on the Rip Off Church.
It was so that Eda could keep an eye on Revy for Balalaika.
From what Revy had observed between the two blondes, she was pretty fucking sure she had reason to believe that.
Eda brought the glass of water over to Revy and Balalaika, putting it down on the edge of the desk for Revy to grab.
Revy moved to grab the glass, but Balalaika reached her right arm out and wound it around Revy's shoulders, pulling the brunette back against Balalaika's chest.
Revy grunted at the action, not sure at first what the Russian's purpose of doing that was, but she found out a second later.
Balalaika looked over at Eda and said, voice sharp and hard, "Pick up the glass."
Eda snorted, but scooped the glass of water back up, moving closer to Revy and pressing the rim of the glass against the young gunslinger's lips, tipping the glass so the water went down Revy's throat.
Revy would have laughed, if the water wasn't currently about to move down her gullet. She wanted to say that they didn't need to treat her like a baby, but as she'd learned over time, they wouldn't listen.
Balalaika would always brush Revy's hair in the morning, even when Revy assured the older woman she could "fuckin' do it herself."
Eda and Balalaika would always make sure she ate more, even if she told them that she was fine.
So she tilted her head back, letting Eda pour the water down her throat.
These two and their determination to never let her not be "taken care of."
Balalaika nodded to Eda and the younger blonde moved away when both older women felt that Revy had drunken a sufficient amount of water.
"You two," Revy grumbled as she swallowed, shaking her head, "Gotta be fuckin' kidding me."
"Hush," Balalaika said, smirking, kissing the back of Revy's head.
As Revy gulped down the water, Balalaika added gently to Revy, "Good girl."
Revy rolled her eyes, but felt color touch her cheeks and her chest feel warm at the appraisal.
Eda said, looking Balalaika's way, "You're going to handle that whole thing with Chang, I assume?"
"Yes, yes," Balalaika said dryly, and it wouldn't occur to Revy until two days later, what Balalaika and Eda meant by that.
But when she did, she would wish that she hadn't.
A day later, came the meeting between Chang, Rock, Revy and Balalaika.
The group faced each other, Revy leaning against the wall, armed with her desert eagles per usual, Rock of course, was unarmed per usual, and flanking Chang's left-hand side.
Revy was at Balalaika's back, at Balalaika's right-hand side, Boris was flanking Balalaika's left.
The place in which they had met, Balalaika and Chang both had agreed it to be a neutral zone.
A dim lamp above them illuminated the space, as Chang conducted his business, explaining to Balalaika that he had a found a way to placate Ronny after the small skirmish which their factions had before with him.
The skirmish in question, usually bringing an aggravated, "don't remind me" droll tone from Balalaika.
Balalaika nodded, appearing bored, the cigar between her fingers, held away from her mouth as she exhaled, breathing the smoke out.
Had anyone known to search for the very small ticks and the subtle telling signs? They would have read the danger in the room. Not the usual danger of Balalaika warning the other parties in the room of what would happen soon.
But there wasn't.
Had Revy been in front of Balalaika or even just right next to her instead of at the Russian woman's back, she would have seen the small signs that Balalaika was planning something catastrophic.
But she wasn't.
Had Revy been standing in front of Balalaika, or just next to the older woman, she would have seen the signs; would have seen, those lips nearly curve up at the edge, in a near predatory manner, the way Balalaika's eyebrows narrowed just slightly, the slight tilt of her head.
Revy knew these ticks well.
Knew them better than she knew her own.
Had Revy been in front of Balalaika or at Balalaika's direct side? She would have seen these ticks and may very well have been able to prevent what was going to happen. Maybe.
But she hadn't been.
And so, when the meeting came to a close, and Chang went on his way, Rock following him, but glancing at Revy longingly before he did, which earned a sad expression from Revy, pitying him, really, and a dangerous, glacial gaze from Balalaika, and Balalaika, Revy and Boris left the room, Revy was none the wiser about Balalaika's intentions.
When Boris and Balalaika drove Revy back to Hotel Moscow, Balalaika instructed Revy to go up to the room and wait for her lover there.
This admittedly made Revy cautious, but she did as Balalaika instructed, leaving the car, and going up to the room where she and Balalaika always had their trysts.
The moment Revy entered Hotel Moscow, Balalaika turned to Boris and they began speaking. Balalaika had dismissed Revy, because she knew that no matter whether she spoke in English or Russian to Boris, Revy would be able to recognize a good deal of what she was saying.
And there, Balalaika and Boris began to speak of the plans for the next night. What was to come down on all of the heads of Roanapur.
Then Balalaika exited the car, to join her dear, young, unaware Revy.
Which all came to ahead, the next day, nearing night.
Revy was getting close to Hotel Moscow, in fact, when it happened.
The first explosion she heard, was close. It made her jump and subconsciously reach for her guns.
Her heart leapt in her throat. Was someone attacking Hotel Moscow?!
She started running along the dirt path, ready to fight to protect the closest she had to a home, only after the Lagoon company, and to fight to protect Balalaika.
She reached Hotel Moscow, only to find it untouched and unharmed.
But there was another explosion, not far from where Revy stood. Revy whirled around, seeing the further away explosions.
It was a sight that made her step back a few steps, her eyes widening.
What the fuck?
Four explosions. Then ten. Then five more.
Buildings that Revy knew of, which held armies for Chang, Ronny and Abrego.
"Wha-?" Revy all but hissed out, disbelieving.
That was when Revy heard the screams from far away. Screams of the locals, no doubt. But also screams likely of those that worked for three of the four powers in this city.
Which led Revy to turn around and look at Hotel Moscow itself. This time she really fucking looked at it.
There were no lights on in this building. Or in any other building which was connected to Hotel Moscow.
The fuck…?
The other powers in the city were being attacked. And Hotel Moscow was the only one not being attacked? What was fucking more? All the lights were out. And no one appeared to be present.
Revy felt a sick feeling travel to her stomach.
She had a horrible suspicion of what this all meant.
A suspicion that was only confirmed, when she heard footsteps behind her and heard that hard, smooth voice that Revy adored so much, at her back.
"Hello, Rebecca," Balalaika said calmly, causing Revy to tense up, having a very good idea now, who was responsible for the bombings on the rest of Roanapur.
Revy slowly turned around to face her lover, surprised, genuinely, when she saw who else was here. Next to Balalaika, was Revy's other lover. Eda.
Revy took a deep breath, seeing those two blue-eyed gazes cast on her. Eda had taken her pink sunglasses off, and Revy saw the startlingly glimmering blue eyes watch her, like a predator watching its prey.
Currently, Balalaika didn't appear the same way as Eda, she was currently casting a look on Revy as if Balalaika almost felt sorry for the young woman before her.
And that, to Revy, was ten times worse than any predatory expression she might receive.
Revy took a deep breath, her heart pounding torturously fast, feeling the blood drain from her face.
"The bombs…..," she began, not sure how to articulate this, "Chang's place, Ronny….Abrego."
"Yes," Balalaika said simply, not even bothering to deny what Revy was implying, "That was Hotel Moscow's doing. We're…cleaning up the city. Getting rid of the obstacles between us and victory."
Revy's eyes widened in realization. What Balalaika said? Was a very eloquent way of saying, "we're taking over the city, entirely."
Revy's breath shortened as she realized exactly what was going on here.
She remembered what Rock had told her repeatedly, ever since what happened in Japan, after Yukio's death.
He repeatedly told her, a disturbed look on his face, whenever he and Revy had a moment to speak together privately, that he feared what Balalaika was going to do to the city, whenever she got the chance.
Revy remembered what Rock said, alright.
"I'm telling you, Revy," Rock had said, more than a few times since Japan, "She's going to be the death of us all. That woman? She's out of her damn mind, Revy. She'll kill all of Roanapur. When she decides she's going to take over, we'll all be lucky if we get out alive. If we get out at all."
Rock had had a look in his eyes whenever he said this, as if he was absolutely certain of what Balalaika was going to do.
And he had been right.
Dammit, Rock had been fucking right!
Here it was, here was the fucking proof.
Balalaika was taking over Roanapur. And she was killing anyone that got in her way.
Except…why was Balalaika here? Why was Eda here? Shouldn't Eda be at the Rip Off Church, making sure that all her supplies to be sold were secure and not in danger? Or shouldn't Balalaika be overseeing the attacks on the other factions of the city, eating up the delicious sight of the chaos and destruction? Enjoying seeing her plans come to fruition?
Why were both women here?
"You're fucking killing Chang and the Triad and Abrego and Ronny and their gangs," Revy said.
It wasn't a question.
"Yes, we are," Balalaika said, again, denying nothing, which on its own, was painful to hear, "By now, all three Chang, Abrego and Ronny are dead. As are all their cohorts."
Revy shuddered at the practical tone in Balalaika's voice.
She hadn't thought Balalaika would ever do this. Would ever actually go on the literal warpath throughout the city, just to take over. To avenge one of her men or someone else who meant something to Balalaika, like Revy, herself, sure. But to take over Roanapur? Maybe it was a sign of how stupid Revy had been, but she honestly had never thought Balalaika would go through with it.
"And the Lagoon company?" Revy asked, feeling the words spill out weakly, "Dutch? Benny? Rock?"
Revy knew that mentioning Rock probably wasn't a good idea, but she said it anyway.
Balalaika smirked at last. She said, "Don't worry. I ordered they be removed from the Lagoon Company. Dutch and Benny have been taken somewhere safe."
Revy in no way, missed that Balalaika hadn't mentioned Rock in that neat, little fucking equation of hers.
Revy felt her heart hammer. What about Rock? What had this war maniac that had been Revy's lover for almost three years, done to Rock?
Eda said, causing Revy to turn her attention to the younger blonde, "The people I called in, made a deal with Hotel Moscow, so that we could infiltrate Roanapur and keep it under control. Hotel Moscow now gets to have control of the city, and in exchange, the people I called in, will allow what crime keeps going on, under Hotel Moscow, but we'll get any information on any crime that is not Hotel Moscow."
"The people you called in?" Revy echoed, "What the fuck does that mean?!"
Balalaika chuckled then, the sound far sinister than Revy had ever noticed before.
"Oh, Revy, Edith has never told you?" Revy paused when she heard that name. Edith? She had never heard Eda be called that before.
"Her full name is Edith Blackwater," Balalaika said, "She's CIA."
Revy froze, her eyes becoming huge as she slowly turned to stare at Eda, who's smirk never wavered.
Eda, like Balalaika? Was denying nothing.
Revy's blood ran cold.
Eda? CIA? This whole fucking time?!
Revy's breath became short and weak. This whole fucking time? And Revy had never known?!
Suddenly, Balalaika allowing Revy and Eda to be together, made so much sense. So many of Balalaika and Eda's interactions together? Made fucking sense.
They had been planning this now. For probably longer than Revy and Eda had been together.
"You both have been fucking planning this for years now," Revy growled, staring at the two older women.
"Yeah," Eda said, grinning now, "Sucks for everyone in Roanapur, except for those we're sparing, and except for you."
"Except for me?" Revy asked, and she was beginning to feel like a fucking parrot.
"Yes, except for you," Balalaika confirmed, "We're not going to let anything happen to you. Why would we? Eda and I are going to control this city. And you will be our queen."
Revy thought her brain must have short circuited or something, cause it was the only thing that made sense with what she thought she was hearing.
Their queen? What the actual fuck were they talking about?
"And Rock?" Balalaika snorted, her lips curling back as she grinned viciously, "You don't have to worry about him anymore, Rebecca. After we put Dutch and Benny in a safehouse, we brought Rock to the docks, we pumped his body full of several bullets. He's dead. We threw his body into the water to be eaten by sharks and crocodiles."
Revy gasped, feeling like she might retch. Rock…he was dead?
Her Rock was dead?
Revy had never felt anything close to sexual or romantic for Rock. Just an endearment. As if he were a little brother.
Dutch and Benny were the father and older brother she'd never had. Rock then was her younger brother, even if he was older than her physically.
"You," Revy hesitated, "Fucking why?"
"Because he was close to Chang," Balalaika said, as if it was obvious, "And because we both know that he would have tried to stop Hotel Moscow, at any chance he had. He was too dangerous to keep alive."
"So it wasn't just out of jealousy, huh, Sis?" Revy sneered the word 'jealousy' and the title she used for Balalaika, as if both words were curses.
"Oh, no," Balalaika said, her honesty brutal as it had been these past few minutes, "It was because of that too. He wanted you. So, I got rid of him. But that wasn't the only reason. But I'll admit, it was the most satisfying."
In the growing dark? Balalaika's horrific burn marks weren't so apparent, but her eyes glowed in that glacial way that they always did when she zeroed in on her prey.
Revy felt sick, staring at both of the women who had come to mean so much to her. How couldn't she have seen it?
"Don't take it so hard, Two Hands," Eda said, smirking, "You'll get a lot out of this arrangement. There won't be anyone in Roanapur who won't respect you now. You're ours now, completely and now, all of Roanapur will know it. We won't have to hide anymore. Everyone will know now, and no one will threaten us."
Revy stepped back, shaking her head when Balalaika and Eda both stepped closer. "What fucking makes you think I'm gonna stay with you after what you've done?" The screams and the explosions she heard in the background, throughout the city, did not help.
"What makes you think we're gonna give you a choice, Two Hands?" Eda asked, the question sending an icy chill through the young gunslinger.
No…they wouldn't…would they?
But Revy had her answer a second later. Balalaika and Eda stepped toward Revy in unison, and in seconds they were upon her.
Revy gasped, reaching for her guns. Even before her hands were inches from the handles of her desert eagles, Revy knew she'd never be able to shoot at Eda. She had aimed her gun at Eda enough times for show, but she knew she'd never be able to pull the trigger on the older woman.
And Balalaika? The very thought of Revy being able to pull the trigger on Balalaika, made Revy laugh. She knew she'd never be able to. Even if there was a guarantee that Balalaika's men wouldn't hurt her afterwards? Revy knew she'd never be able to.
Revy knew that she could never, ever hurt Balalaika.
So, even before Balalaika's hand wrapped around Revy's left wrist, and Eda wrapped her hand around Revy's right wrist, the two blondes' other hands grabbed for Revy's halter, holding the desert eagles and pulling them off of her person, the brunette knew that whatever actions she took? Were for naught, even if they hadn't grabbed her.
Eda pulled the halter off of Revy and Balalaika, still holding Revy's wrist, used the free hand she had, after letting Revy's halter go, to unlock the door of Hotel Moscow, opening it.
Revy almost laughed, realizing what they were going to do.
Apparently, they wanted to fuck her against her will, in Hotel Moscow itself.
Balalaika and Eda pulled Revy into the building, and Balalaika switched the lights on as they got the brunette inside.
Eda placed Revy's halter with the guns on the floor and she and Balalaika maneuvered Revy all the way inside, Eda kicked the door closed, and she and Balalaika easily wrestled Revy to the carpeted floor.
Eda, who was dressed in nun's outfit, which now seemed even more of a joke than usual, now that Revy knew the truth, And Balalaika had just thrown her captain's coat away, the large, thick, military jacket hitting the stairs, the two women pushed Revy down onto the floor and pinned her there, using their body weight to hold her down, each of them holding Revy's arms down, their legs pushing Revy's legs open.
Revy struggled desperately, even if it was going to do no good.
They couldn't be fucking doing this. They just couldn't.
These two….they knew about what had happened to Revy, years ago, when she'd been a street brat in New York City. They had known about that police officer in New York. What he had done to Revy. They had known.
And they were going to do this?
"Fuck," Revy hissed, struggling, "You're going to rape me, like that cop did?"
Finally, there was hesitation.
Revy stiffened. She didn't dare hope. Had she gotten through to them?
"We'd never hurt you, Revy," Eda said quietly, sounding like she actually believed that.
"If you fuckin' wouldn't," Revy said desperately, "Then let me go."
Balalaika's free hand went down to between Revy's legs, and pressed a thumb against Revy's cunt, right where the brunette's clit was.
Revy cried out arching up into Balalaika's hand.
As soon as she did, that might as well have given the two older women the permission they needed, even if they both knew fuck well that this was sexual assault, even if Revy's body was reacting to them. Revy wasn't consenting. It was sexual assault, and they knew it.
Both older women began to move in unison again, holding Revy down and beginning to lean their heads in.
Balalaika had moved her hand from between Revy's legs, but Revy in no way saw that as a good sign. They still clearly were going to rape her. Balalaika had just moved her hand back, so that they could maneuver taking her clothes off.
"Let me the fuck go," The youngest woman spat, her voice choked.
She already knew how they were going to respond.
"Now, that's not gonna happen, Revy," Eda snickered, tossing her habit off, and she leaned down, her now free hand grabbing Revy's hair and pulling the brunette's head back, allowing Eda to lean in and suck and bite at Revy's neck.
As Eda suckled all along Revy's throat, Balalaika reached down with her free hand, and pushed Revy's shirt all the way up, beginning to grope Revy's bare breasts, squeezing and kneading them.
Revy struggled, despite the pleasure beginning to become obvious, with the coiling in her stomach at Balalaika's ministrations and Eda's sucking and biting.
Balalaika said, as Eda let go of Revy's hair and reached that same hand down to Revy's shorts and forced them open, pushing them down along Revy's legs, "We don't need the rest of Roanapur, moya vozlyublennyy. And you don't need Rock. You never did."
The words were like a condemnation, telling Revy that everything Revy thought she knew about these two women, was a like.
Eda's hand moved away and things happened fast, disturbingly fast. Balalaika moved on top of Revy, beginning to grind herself against Revy's now naked cunt, Revy's clit being stimulated by Balalaika riding her.
Revy tried to struggle, but knew that it would get her nowhere.
Balalaika was too wide, too tall, too strong. Trying to move the Russian off of her, was like Revy trying to remove tons of solid titanium off of her. It just wasn't going to fucking happen.
Balalaika rode Revy ruthlessly, viciously, whispering to Revy all the while, stimulating the young woman under her as she grinded against the gunslinger, "Moya lyubov. Moya koroleva."
Revy gasped, more from the sharp pleasure piercing through her, as she gasped, clenching around nothing, eyes closing as her vision filled with white, more than the word that she heard.
"Koroleva." That was a new word that Revy had been given. And she had no idea what it meant. And at the moment? Revy was glad she didn't know the Russian term being used.
"Un-ah-uh," Revy grunted out as she came, clenching, certain as soon as her pleasure subsided, that she had gotten some of her cum on Balalaika's skirt.
Under any other circumstance? She would have joked to Balalaika that the Russian woman would have to hide what was on that skirt from anyone outside of Hotel Moscow, Revy herself and Eda.
But now? Oh, now, there would be no need for that, would there?
Balalaika and Eda could rape Revy all over Roanapur, and no one would say a word.
Balalaika chuckled, her breath husky, as she came a moment later, gasping, "Oh….moya Rebecca…,"
Revy shuddered, looking away from Balalaika, when her vision cleared, unable to help her own gasps, as Eda continued to lick and bite her throat. She didn't want to hear Balalaika's words of endearment right now.
Balalaika moved off of Revy and even before Eda's hand began moving down again, Revy almost sneered out loud, "Eda's turn next, huh?"
And Revy again had been proved right, when Eda's hand went down to between Revy's legs, the CIA woman's fingers pushed into Revy, two fingers striking home and thrusting in and out of Revy's cunt, the sensation hit hard like a lightning and she arched up against Eda, hating herself for responding in such a way, after what she had found out these two women had done.
She tried to fight the pleasure she could feel ready to hit her like a landslide, but she knew it was a losing battle.
She tried to focus on resisting, but it was no good.
A particularly hard thrust of Eda's fingers and the stroking of her thumb against Revy's clit, pushed Revy over and the brunette screamed, arching, feeling her walls clench around Eda.
She gasped, and panted, shaking on the floor as sweat drenched her. She felt Balalaika kiss her left ear and she shuddered when she heard the Russian say, "Good girl."
Author's note:
Koroleva means "queen" in Russian, unless I have the translation hilariously wrong.
As I said in the beginning, this is a very fucked up story. Why did I write such a fucked up story? Hell, if I know.