A Revy/Black Lagoon fanfic.
A part of the building was on fire as Diane approached in her red Jeep Cherokee. She immediately pulled to a stop a safe distance away before drawing her glock. Then she got out and proceeded the rest of the way on foot, her black hair swaying from her pony tail as she carefully approached the structure.
Her senses were on high alert; there was death in the wind. She felt danger all around her. She slowly approached the building, her weapon at the ready and her senses on high alert.
She tried the side entrance next to the big garage door, discovering it was unlocked. She threw it open and then tumbled inside, quickly getting to her knees in a shooting position ready to fire. But when she looked all around she saw that it would not be necessary. There was no one left alive to shoot at…
Harley sat propped against the back wall, a red hole oozing blood from his temple with two more gaping wounds in the beige shirt in his chest. Next to him Marcus lay sprawled on the floor in a grey shirt and jeans. He looked like he’d taken three or four. Diane slowly rose to her feet, deciding there was nothing but death here; the danger had long passed.
She made a slow, careful inspection of the rest of the building as a feeling of dread enveloped her. She found Buddy sprawled against another wall with three in his chest. Oliver lay face down in a pool of blood. Then she found secretary Carla slumped in her seat at her desk in her skirt and jacket showing that lovely cleavage, two bloody wounds in her chest having targeted each of her impressive breasts. There was a look of shock frozen in her lifeless eyes.
She walked up to Carla and softly put her fingers on her eyelids, closing them tenderly. “Sorry about that, hun,” she murmured sadly. “You didn’t deserve this.” Then she went on with her search.
In the back of the building the office was burning. Smoke was pouring out through open windows. Diane realized she didn’t have much time to finish her search before the whole thing would be fully engulfed.
She found Corbin the cute one with two in his back. That was infuriating; she rather enjoyed fucking him. Then she found the balding Oliver lying dead near his office chair, the flames already reaching for his bullet-riddled body. So where the hell was Charlotte??
Diane felt a lump in her throat as she started to backtrack. The smoke was getting worse; she would have to get out soon. But first she had to find Char… oh damn!
There she was lying in a corner with her .45 lying just out of reach of her hand as though she’d dropped it at the very end. She had wounds in her crotch and torso, a couple more in her chest as though her breasts had been specifically targeted. She had been brutally gunned down.
With tears in her eyes Diane knelt down and checked the weapon, confirming it had been discharged. Charlotte had gone down firing to the bitter end. But there was too much blood; she was clearly gone.
Diane felt her anger start to boil. Then she picked up a couple of nearby spent cartridges and examined them closely. They were 9 mils… almost anybody could have fired them. But one name sprang prominently to mind, one she knew who used that kind of ammo and was pretty damned good with those Berettas she carried!
Diane was coughing as she finally emerged out of the building, forced out by all that billowing smoke. She looked all around until she found motorcycle tracks. Apparently the bitch had driven cross country to enjoy her massacre. Well now it would be HER turn!
Diane angry strode back to her Jeep, the fury swelling within her. She slammed the vehicle into gear and then aimed it in the direction of the newly made tracks. She was going to follow them until she met the owner.
…and then she was going to give that bitch a going-away present her beloved Charlotte would be so fucking proud of…
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“Thank God it’s only a flesh wound,” Rock told her as he wrapped some gauze around Revy’s upper thigh.
“God’s got nothing to do with it, Rock. That bitch is dead; I paid her back for putting one in me!” Then she took a puff from the cigarette dangling from her lips, taking it out and blowing smoke as she sourly added, “I still can’t believe I let her hit me like that.”
“It was a bloody massacre, Revy! Did you really have to kill them all like that… and on Valentine’s Day no less? You made Capone’s massacre look like a Sunday School picnic!”
“They shouldn’t have been there in the first place, Rock,” Revy said, taking another puff. “I got paid to ransack the office and steal files. Vashtin said to kill anyone who stood in my way, so I did!”
“But there WERE no files, Revy! I think he just wanted you to kill them all! And did you really have to set the office on fire?”
“Look at my face, Rock! Do I really look like I give a shit?”
“Damnit, Revy; you’re really going to be hunted now!”
“Amateurs, Rock,” Revy snarled with a dismissive wave. “They can’t hold a fucking candle to – OW! Watch it – that fucking HURTS!” She angrily glared at him and then at the wound he was bandaging.
“Sorry… almost done!”
“You fucking bastard… that really hurts!”
“Take it easy, Revy! There; I’m finished!”
“Good!” Then she angrily threw him across the room where he fell onto the bed in a heap. “Now we’re gonna screw!”
“Damn, Revy; right now??” he blurted out in amazement. “You just killed all those people and now you want to SCREW??!! You sure can pick some crazy times to fuck!”
“I’m horny; so sue me! You’re a man, Rock; you should be fucking grateful I even WANT your cock right now!”
“But you just got done killing six people!”
“Seven, Rock; but who the hell is keeping count? I’m fuckin horny… and it’s Valentine’s Day! Besides, you never bought me any flowers!”
“But you HATE sentiment, Revy! Besides, we were too busy scoping out the place to take the time to buy any flowers!”
“Would you just get your ass over here and fuck me?” Revy was already climbing onto the bed, wincing from the pain of her wound while pulling down her denim shorts to reveal a wet, sticky pussy. All that killing – especially the way she’d put so many into that last deserving bitch – had made her horny as fuck…
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Diane shut off the engine as soon as she saw the shack off in the distance. With glock in hand she got out and then stealthily made her way over in that general direction, continuing to follow the tracks. A conspicuous looking motorbike stood upright near the front door, confirming she was on the right track.
Diane made her way closer, using every bush, every tree, every clump of grass as cover. Her mind was on her dead friends back in that burning building, especially her dear friend Charlotte. The two had even gotten kinky under the sheets a few times. But now she was dead… and Diane was certainly going to make someone pay dearly for that. And she had a pretty good idea who that certain someone might be.
She carefully made her way to the front door, listening intently for any signs whoever might be inside was on to her presence. That’s when she saw drops of blood on the wooden steps. She knelt down and touched one with her fingers… fresh. Just as she’d suspected… at least Charlotte had made one shot count! The thought made her smile with grim satisfaction.
She heard voices inside that made her follow along the exterior of the shack. She found a back door that appeared to be operational. The voices were louder back here…
“Put it in, damn you! Rock, I told you I’m horny! You should be fucking grateful! Yeah; that’s the way!”
“Geez, Revy; why are you so horny all of the sudden?”
“It’s Valentine’s Day, Rock! Besides, I really put that bitch down for shooting me in the thigh!”
Diane felt her blood boil as she stewed outside the back door. She wanted to go right in and put the bitch out of her misery along with her so-called boyfriend. But she hesitated, unsure if what she was hearing was an act meant to lure her into some sort of trap…
“Ummm, yeah, Rock; like that… fuck, did you see the way the life flickered out of her eyes while she was trying to fire one last round? Fuck; what a rush!”
“Revy, you… *ungh* never cease to *ungh* surprise me!”
“Shut up and keep fucking! I’m so fucking close right now… yeah!”
Diane closed her eyes as she listened from outside the building. Now she was really angry! She wanted to burst in and interrupt their fucking before the climactic moment. But she was still unsure if it was all just an act. One simply couldn’t be too careful when dealing with that bitch-assassin Revy!
The moans got louder; she was sure she could hear slurping sounds from some cock entering some wet pussy. It sounded like Revy was moaning, urging Rock to fuck her harder. Diane’s anger started to spill over; she’d be damned if she was going to allow that fucking bitch one last orgasm… not after killing her beloved Charlotte.
Diane quietly turned the knob to the door, opening it a crack just enough to get a good look inside. They were still mostly in their clothes, but they were fucking all right! That’s when she threw the door open and rushed in with her weapon drawn.
They were sitting upright on the bed, Revy facing her and the door while her lover’s back was to her. Diane didn’t hesitate, lifting her weapon and pulling the trigger…
*BLAM*
Rock felt the change in the room – the change in pressure indicating a door had just opened – a split-second before his brains were permanently scrambled. A bloody hole appeared in his temple as he started to go over sideways. His cock pulled out of his lover’s pussy as a look of shock flickered in his eyes.
Revy’s cry of “ROCK, LOOK OUT!” was much too late to be heard above the report of the glock. She got her lover’s blood and brain matter splattered on her face and in her eyes. All she could do was stare in shock, panting heavily for breath with her body still trembling from the effects of Rock’s member having just been inside her. She was sweating profusely now from her sexual exertions while her thigh was thrumming from the pain, the gauze around it showing a circular red splotch.
Diane pointed the gun right at her, a cruel sneer on her lips. “Get off on killing my friends, did you? Then let’s see you get off on this, bitch!”
The weapon lowered a moment before the glock spat led. Revy screamed in pain as her pussy was torn apart. Instinctively her hands came down in vain to stem the flow of blood and to somehow ease the agony of where she’d just been shot…
“AAUUGGHH! You fucking BITCH!!!”
“Let’s see you masturbate to THAT, you fucking whore! Now these are for my two favorite ‘Charlotte assets’!”
The glock spoke twice more, giving Revy additional pain in her chest as Diane put one in each breast. The wounded assassin went over backward onto the bed writhing in extreme misery. She no idea how much a bullet wound in the right location could hurt like hell! Besides, she was used to inflicting pain; not receiving any!
She writhed on the bed in sheer agony, whimpering pitifully while trying to clutch at her wounds. Diane pulled up her glock and took aim one last time. “Say hello to Charlotte for me when you get there ok? Because this time she’s gonna kick your fucking ass!” Then the weapon spit death as Revy’s head jerked back from lead poisoning blasting straight through her forehead.
Diane panted quietly, slowly lowering her smoking weapon. Revy’s body was jerking around a little, spasming in its death throws. The assassin’s lover was long gone; the bullet through the back of the head giving him a more merciful ending than the one she’d just given the merciless assassin.
Diane studied the corpse in front of her, studied the shredded pussy with its mixture of blood and the fluids of Revy’s coupling with her dead lover. It made her sad to think her friend Charlotte would never again enjoy the pleasures of a good fuck, especially that cute guy Corbin. Then it made her angry again.
“Did you like that, bitch?” Diane asked bitterly. “Did you like how my round fucked your pussy? Did it get you off the way my friend’s death got you off? Did that feel good?”
She angrily shoved the barrel of her glock into the dead woman’s pussy, wriggling it around a little and then thrusting it in and out. “Does death get you off, bitch? Hunh… does it? Then let me help you get off to THIS!”
The glock went off inside Revy’s pussy, the body of the dead assassin jerking in response. Diane pulled the wet barrel of her weapon out, angrily aiming it at her adversary to pump a few more into the deserving corpse. Then she balked, pulling the gun upward.
“Bitch,” she muttered disgustedly. “You’re not worth the waste of any more bullets!” Then she turned around and walked out of the shack without so much as looking back at the damage she’d inflicted upon its occupants
Outside the building Diane headed back to her Jeep, her anger slowly bleeding away. She got to her vehicle and crawled behind the wheel. Then she thought of poor Charlotte lying in that burning building, her body probably being charred by now from the fire.
There had been too much smoke; she hadn’t even been able to get her out for a decent burial! That’s when the tears welled up in her eyes. Diane slumped over the steering wheel as she quietly began to sob her grief…
© 2016 (written for “Revy” Feb 14 ’16 by Riwa)