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Before you could blink, before your heart could even begin to skip a beat, she'd grabbed you by the collar, toe of her shoe pushing you to the ground with force. Lying on the ground, Lagoon Company's own Two Hands pinning you down with her own weight, was not the worst place to be or experience to be having. Far from it, in fact. "You've got me right where you wanted me, am I right?" Revy taunted, swiftly whipping her Cutlass out. "Tell me, bitch. How long have you wanted to be under my feet."
She pointed it at you. But you knew better than to be afraid, she was all show right now. Yet, the adrenaline still pumped through your veins like you'd never felt before as if on instinct; just from seeing the cold look in her eye and the metallic weapon in her hand.
She smirked, "Go on, sweetheart. I'm listening. Don't you wanna be good for mommy , baby? Come on bitch." Revy's foot pushes down teasingly, testing her weight.
There was never any option but to submit. But why would you ever yearn for any other choice, when such a fine lady offered you her dominance?
"Since the moment I saw you," you gulped, "I've wanted you to step on me like this. Like you always step on and humiliate your enemies."
"Awe, babe. You want me to go all Whitman on you? Blow your fucking brains out?" Revy sneered, dropping to straddle you suddenly, gun pointed firmly at your chin.
"That could be arranged." She looked at you like you were utter prey, the same as any other pest she picks off on a standard days delivery mission, "but I think I have better plans for this trusty old gun."
Shivering under her touch, you nodded, "Go on, do anything you want to me, please."
Revy laughed, "as if you have a choice." Her expression dropped, and she thrust the barrel into your mouth. "Now don't get all wide eyed and confused, whore. Suck it."
Oh god . You wanted to gag and choke and seize up in fear but all you could do was moan around the cold, foreign object in your mouth. Revy pumped it in and out, forcing you to take it down your throat. Pathetic slobbery noises filling the club backroom--how you'd run into Rebecca at this sleazy, cheap s&m club and managed to win her over was beyond you, but you knew Lagoon Company did do business at these places with mafiosos on the regular-- lewd smacking and sucking echoing off thin walls, only muffled by pounding music. Revy looked at you like you were filth.
"Look at you." She cooed, "you're better than any cheap or expensive porno whore I've seen. Talk about in your element." Pushing the gun further to the back of your throat, gaging the fear in your eyes she whispered huskily "let's see how well you do at other things."
The gun had been pulled out, cast aside and long forgotten, much to the relief of your used and sore throat. Revy had new ideas. She got up from on top of you, taking off her jean shorts and undergarments, then returning to her place, this time hovering above your face.
Now, this was new.
"Oh my god, Revy."
You could hear her smirk. "Don't get your hopes up. I have tricks up my sleeve you wouldn't even see coming, and I ain't sitting on your face just yet."
Then, what exactly was she planning to do?
And then, then it all made sense. A warm trickling sensation began on your face, and in a very quick moment of realization you had registered that Two Hands was pissing on you. "Open your mouth, whore. Don't wanna get this place all dirty- Actually, I don't care, it's probably stained with cum from the walls to the floors anyways."
You obeyed anyhow, mouth open and waiting for more of the sour acidic golden nectar to caress your tongue. It was somehow intoxicating, being made to be her urinal, treated like an object. In a city like this no one believes in god, and yet you'd pray for this moment to be neverending. Sometimes it was hard to endure, pee would sputter out of your mouth from sheer force or the difficulty to stomach the taste, or her fluids would miss your mouth entirely and splash onto your face and the ground around you. But it was impossible to not want more. Dripping down your nose, lips, chin. Warm yellow liquid covering your hair, making you utterly wet and disgusting. You were being thoroughly used and you loved every second.
"I drank a ton at the bar earlier, needed to piss for hours." Revy groaned, "and they didn't have a bathroom available here 'cuz everyone was fucking in them. Good thing I have you, pathetic as you are." She finished, last drops splashing onto your nose and for a second you missed the warmth and depraved feeling.
"Now that you've been such a good girl, I might change my mind." and before you could question her, her hips parked right onto your face. "Show me how you eat pussy."