Revy gets the Garrote

Revy gets the Garrote

(a fanfiction from riwa)

I’m not sure why I showed up. Maybe it was the promise of cash. But the whole damn thing felt like a set-up from the start.

As we sat there listening to the job, I saw a couple of men giving me the eye. I’d heard of their handiwork, both brutal gunmen. But if they thought they had a chance with me, they had another think coming. The third didn’t even bother giving me the time of day as he sat there listening. He was only in it for the money; to him I was probably just some dumb-ass bitch who needed to stay out of his way.

We were several minutes into the presentation when she showed up. I’d only heard of her by reputation. But I’d been told she was pretty handy with those Berettas strapped into her shoulder holsters.

She brazenly took up a stool where she lit a cigarette. She propped her legs up, boldly giving everyone in the room a view of her black panties underneath those extremely short cut-off jeans. Her black tank top accentuated a set of braless breasts that were not too big and not too small. Her tattoos were right where I’d been told they would be.

“What?” she asked sullenly. “No booze? You expect me to kill without offering me booze?”

“Glad you could finally join us, Revy,” the man behind the desk remarked irritably.

“Save it. I’m just here for the cash and the killing.”

She looked all around and frowned at everyone, although she gave me a look that indicated I was not as low on her “list” as the others. “What’s with all the firepower?” she snorted. “You mean to say I’ve got to share my kills with these shitheads?”

“Revy, there’ll be plenty of bodies to go around. And I’ve got plenty of cash to go around as well.”

“All that killing and I’ve got to share?” she muttered angrily under her breath as she took another puff, disgustedly blowing smoke out of her nostrils.

I glanced at her legs and her toned tummy. She looked out of place among the other killers in the room. The guy who wouldn’t even acknowledge me gave her a dirty look as if to say “Stay out of my way, bitch.” She just acted like she couldn’t care less.

Our “employer” went on with the job, telling us how many there might be and where we could find them. Apparently they’d moved in on his territory and were taking out his men. He wanted us to thin down the herd, so to speak. And he had satchels of cash for each one of us once the job was done, with the promise of more should he need us.

Essentially he was forming his own private little suicide squad. I got the impression he didn’t care if we got killed or not so long as enough of these interlopers cutting into his territory got cut down to size. Basically he wanted to send them a strong message to consider finding another location to expand their private enterprise.

I tried to pay attention, and I got the gist of our assignment. But I kept glancing over at Revy – her legs, that tank top with no bra underneath, her skin and her hair. I’m as bisexual as the next woman, and she definitely intrigued me. But she also came across as the most dangerous one in the room. I decided it might be a good idea to watch my back around her.

She gave me a couple glances as though I might make for an amusing toy to play with on a lazy afternoon. But her focus was on the moolah. All she wanted was the cash… and apparently the killing that went with it.

He was just about through with his presentation when she asked how much we were getting. I guess his number wasn’t good enough. “If you want me to kill, then you’d better damn well make it worth my while! When I put a bullet in them, they ain’t coming back!” I saw the other killers stiffen as though she had just dissed the lot of us.

“You’ll get plenty, Revy, I promise.”

“I still don’t see why I gotta share it with these shitheads when I can take them all down by myself.”

“Revy, there’s a lot of guns out there to deal with.” She just snorted as though he’d insulted her.

I noticed her nipples were poking through the fabric of her top. The other gunmen were giving her lingering looks. She acted like she’d be just as happy shooting them as fucking them.

Our employer laid out a map of the killing field, pointing spots out in particular around the property. “I thought I’d lay this out in case any of you wanted to work together on this one. Like I said, there are going to be a lot of guns involved at the warehouse.”

“Work together?” Revy laughed. “That’s a good way to get a bullet in the back.”

“You can’t get paid if you’re bleeding out face down in an alley, Revy.”

“Save it for someone who needs a fucking nursemaid. Is there anything else? Because if not, I’m out of here to go do some killing.” And with that she got up and headed out, lazily flicking her cigarette onto the floor before anyone could respond.

The other killers got up as well, deciding the meeting was over. The time had been set for our strike, and we knew where the warehouse was located. There really wasn’t much else to say.

I made sure to go out last. I wanted the killers in front of me and our so-called employer behind me. I was fully prepared to pull my glock and open fire at the slightest provocation. In this atmosphere one couldn’t be too careful.

I had just stepped outside when I heard,” Hey sister.” I whirled as I reached for my weapon. Revy was standing there leaning against the side of the building smoking a cigarette.

“Getting a little trigger happy, are we? I thought we might work together… come in on that South corner?” She smiled like a cat hungrily eyeing a doomed mouse.

“Suits me,” I replied quietly. “You never know about those other guys we’re working with.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” she nodded. “Let’s not let them give us one in the back so they can take our loot.”

“Agreed.”

I watched her go, intrigued by her decision to team up. Was there a hint of more in her offer? Or was she simply setting me up to take my loot from me once I got killed? She was a dangerous one, and I found myself wondering if I was asking for trouble by pairing up with her.

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I parked a couple miles away and then carefully made my way to the location of the killing ground. I heard someone clearing their voice, and I pulled my glock. It was Revy with her cigarette.

“Rather jumpy, aren’t you?”

“Shouldn’t I be?”

“What’s your name, sister?”

“Diane.”

“What do you say we go kill us some shitheads and earn our pay, Diane?”

“What if the guys aren’t here yet?”

“I guess that leaves more kills for us then.” She smirked as though she was looking forward to it. And once more I noticed her boobs beneath that top had erect nipples.

We were in position at the appointed hour. There were guards and guns everywhere. Revy and I picked out our targets and got ready.

Waiting there with her was an interesting experience. I digested her femininity along with seeing her grip those Berettas in both hands. Her figure painted an intriguing picture of sex and murder.

She looked at me as her eyes gleamed excitedly. “Don’t get yourself killed, sister. I might want to try those lips of yours if you’re still alive.”

Before I could respond we heard bullets coming from three different locations around the building. Right on time. Our guards turned and headed off in that direction. We came out guns blazing and put ‘em down before they could join their engaged comrades.

Revy was murder with those Berettas. She didn’t miss much. Between the two of us we put down a good half dozen, with her claiming four of them.

There were shouts and yells and cries of surprise as more gunfire erupted. We went in shooting first and asking questions later. My only concern was in “accidentally” getting targeted by one of our associates.

Revy blew people away like it was a game. She had this maniacal look about her as she kept firing. There was something about her the way she was dressed showing all that skin and seeing those erect nipples under her top while eagerly putting people down. It was both intoxicating and unsettling.

I did take out one that caught her by surprise as she got grazed in the arm. But if anything, it enraged her and made her wild. Then she gave me a look I couldn’t read.

Was she grateful I’d shot him right before she saw him? Or was she mad she hadn’t seen him in time? With Revy it was hard to tel. And now she had that wound in her arm.

I’m not sure how many we put down, although I know Revy racked up the body count. We met up with our associates, the sullen one having taken a slug in the left arm and pissed as hell. Then we burst in on the head guy in the main office.

He was trembling and unarmed, his hands raised. “All right, all right; I surrender. Tell Scruggs I’ll get out of his territory.”

“You’re already out, shithead,” Revy said coldly before drawing a Beretta and putting one right between his eyes.

I thought it was an unnecessary kill, but I didn’t say anything. The five of us looked warily at each other. Then the guys quietly slipped out of the room.

I tensed as she turned in my direction, braced for anything. She was sweaty and perspiring. Yet she calmly lit a cigarette as though it had been no big deal, her nipples poking noticeably through that tank top she was wearing.

She took a long drag as though she needed the nicotine after our firefight. Then she came right up to me. I was unprepared when she grabbed me and kissed me long and hard.

“You did good, sister,” she admitted grudgingly after she pulled away. “Now let’s go get our pay.” She acted as though her wound was only a scratch.

I warily followed her out, feeling both tense and aroused as hell. This was one sexy, dangerous bitch. I stayed with her until we parted ways and went to our separate vehicles.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt as vulnerable as I did when I was around her. It made me wonder if I might end up meeting her in some dark alley somewhere, vying for our share of the mercenary profits in this city. Hell, I got the impression the bitch might kiss me and then kill me if it suited her whims. The thought occurred to me it might be a good idea if the opportunity arose to try taking her out someday before it got to that point.

I followed her back to our meeting place where a couple of satchels of cash were awaiting us. I warily accepted mine, wondering if Revy might make a move. She just smiled as she told me, “Enjoy it in good health while you can, sister.” Then she made her way to her car with her duffle of cash.

I’m not sure what it was that made me follow her at a discreet distance. Was it the chance to grab her satchel? Or was I simply a little curious about a possible sexual encounter? The mercenary was alluring, yet undoubtedly deadly. And her lithe, lean body had shown her athleticism as she’d moved around gunning down all those men back there.

I trailed her to a shady side of town where she parked in front of a dilapidated tenement. I pulled over at a distance, still wondering what the hell I thought I was doing. Then I saw a young man walk up to her as soon as she got out of her car.

He greeted her with a hug and a kiss, surprising the hell out of me. Did this crazy bitch have a social life as well?? I wondered who the hell she would possibly allow to get that close to her.

Her wound in the shoulder continued to be ignored as I watched him kiss her deeply. Then they both went inside. She had the satchel of cash with her.

I’m not sure what made me hide my duffle, get out of my car and lock the doors. What was I curious about? I’d lived through a long, perilous afternoon. So why the hell was I pushing my luck?

Did I want to see what these two were going to do in their spare time? Or was it her satchel of cash that was attracting me? One never knows what fuels a woman’s motivations… and sometimes not even the woman herself!

It occurred to me her cash added to mine might be enough to start a whole new life somewhere. With enough money in hand, one can live pretty decently on one of those South Sea islands. Maybe that’s what made me make my way over to the door I’d seen them enter.

It was an apartment building with a lot of doors to investigate. There was no one in the hallway, so that helped matters. But which door had they gone inside?

I was just about to give up when I heard a sound behind one of the doors. A male voice remarked, “Revy, you’re hurt!”

“It’s only a scratch, Rock. What I gave them was a helluva lot worse than this. And the one who shot me didn’t get to live long enough to gloat.”

“Damnit, Revy! I wish you wouldn’t take risks like that!”

“The only risks were the ones those shitheads were taking staring at the barrels of my guns as I blew them away. Had a nice bitch with me though. You might have liked her, Rock. I think she’s your type.”

“You’re the only one who’s my type, Revy.” Then I heard what sounded like kissing.

There was a thump, followed by some moaning. I wondered it if was the satchel of cash hitting the floor. Then the moaning sounds faded as though they were drifting further out of earshot. Were they heading to a back room?

I tried the door, but naturally it was locked. That’s not a problem for me as I had it open about a minute later. Then I stealthily slipped inside.

My heart was pounding as I saw the satchel of cash lying right there on the floor. I also saw the holsters with the two Berettas. In the next room I heard more kissing and moaning. The place reeked of booze and cigarettes.

What an opportunity: the cash was lying right there! I could take it and get the hell out without even being seen! I was beginning to think this day was going to have a much happier ending than what I was anticipating when I was sitting in on that meeting.

I was almost to the cash when I heard Revy gasp, “Fuck, that feels good! You have no idea how much I need this! Killing those assholes was such a fucking turn-on!”

She moaned again as I hesitated. Then I made my way over to the door. I assumed they were in the bedroom, and now my curiosity had been aroused.

I cracked the door open for a peek and was astonished at what I saw. The bitch was buck naked, the young man between her legs feasting on her pussy. The mercenary who had taken several lives earlier in the day had completely vanished, only to be replaced by a sexual omnivore… “Fuck, yeah! Lick it, Rock! Gawd; that feels good!”

Revy was wincing with pleasure as Rock tongued her slit. What I saw of it looked red and swollen. She was panting and clenching as his tongue lapped between her labia

I closed the door and looked at her duffle of cash. It would be more than enough to camp out somewhere in the Caribbean for a while… maybe South America? But what if Revy concluded I’d taken it and chose to come after me? I’d already seen her Berettas in action. Hell, she’d even caught me off-guard when I’d exited that damn meeting!

I went back to the door and slowly opened it back up until I could peek inside. Revy was gasping and moaning like crazy. She had a hand in Rock’s hair and was holding on tight to his head as she humped his face. It was clear she was really getting off on it.

I couldn’t help noticing how erect her nipples had become and how sweaty she was. I got a glimpse of her underarms, making me wonder if she shaved there as well since I didn’t see any hair. This was not the Revy I’d seen murdering people back at that warehouse.

I became a little breathless at the brazen display of sexuality occurring before me. Hell, she probably would have forced me to eat her out before putting a cap in my skull given half a chance. Revy was more of a sexual creature than I had first thought, considering how much of a mercenary she was about things.

What the hell was I going to do now?? Taking the cash was the ideal decision. But it was fraught with peril should this bitch decide to come after me in order to get it back.

I did have one other option to consider. It occurred to me I could take them both out while they were preoccupied. That would settle the cash issue since neither would be alive to spend it or come after me for taking it for myself.

As I watched, I began second guessing myself. Perhaps murdering them wasn’t necessary. I could always go with the cash I had. It would give me a new life for a while, although doubling the amount certainly doubled my chances.

As Revy humped her boyfriend while gasping with pleasure, I remembered the slug she’d put into that guy. He wasn’t even armed; hell, he was already a beaten man. Killing him was totally unnecessary, while letting him live would’ve allowed him to tell others of his unfortunate experience and could have served as a warning. But the bitch hadn’t given a whit to his life or any kind of family he might have left behind. She’d just killed him with a cold ruthlessness as though enjoying the experience.

Maybe I was trying to rationalize the decision I was contemplating. Hell, they were in there getting it on while I was out here thinking about putting an end to their fuck before he could stick his dick inside her. For the first time in my mercenary life I found myself wavering when the decision should have been pretty cut and dried.

As I peeked inside, I got a good view of his tongue licking her out. Her pussy was quivering and squeezing, her clit hard and swollen. Then he went down until he was rimming her ass. She just whimpered and moaned as though all that sexual energy had built up through a murderous afternoon and now needed to be unleashed.

I got my glock at the ready, contemplating how I was going to make my move. I figured a bullet in each head ought to just about do it. Then the bitch stiffened as her cries intensified.

What; was she going to cum?? Was he actually going to lick an orgasm right out of her?? I would never have a better opportunity than right at this moment.

I got ready to burst in on them, only to find myself hesitating as I kept watching. I should have done it right then and there when I had the chance. I don’t know what the hell stopped me.

Perhaps I was all caught up in witnessing her orgasm. I knew right away what she was experiencing; the pleasure that swells until it breaks over you. Hell, I could see her pussy responding accordingly. In fact my twat started to quiver as though I was the one being licked out!

For a moment I crouched as though frozen in place, wondering why the hell I’d tarried with my glock at the ready. My heart hammered in my chest as my own pussy started to get damp. I could even feel my nipples hardening.

What the hell was wrong with me?? I needed to go in right now while they were preoccupied! It was then I realized I had already decided in my mind to kill them both and take the cash.

I threw open the door and barged in, hefting my weapon and preparing to fire. But in that moment Revy recognized me, and I realized I’d delayed too long. It was a serious tactical error on my part.

She never once hesitated, sizing me up and perceiving the threat in a split-second. The bitch cried out, “ROCK; WATCH OUT!” Then she shoved him out of the way, ducking in the opposite direction as I fired twice.

I cursed inwardly as both shots missed. Fucking hell! I’d allowed myself to get too distracted, and now I’d lost my golden opportunity.

Rock tumbled out of sight off the bed, and I panicked. Was he somewhere reaching for a gun?? I swept the room looking for him, believing Revy had just cum and was exhausted for the second or two I would need to find him and put him down. It turned out to be my second tactical error.

She launched herself at me before I could take aim at her, snarling obscenities over my invading their private time… “How DARE you fire at me, you shithead! I’ll fucking KILL you!” That’s when a well-placed blow sent the gun flying out of my hand. I had seriously fucked up what should have been an easy two-for-one kill, especially with them so sexually preoccupied.

I got in a couple blows that were partially deflected. For a woman with a wounded arm she damn sure reacted quickly, especially after cumming so recently. I got her in the jaw; she got me in my boob; and the fight was on.

I was a good couple inches taller than her, and maybe ten to twenty pounds heavier. But she had the strength and capability of an experienced mercenary. Her ferocity caught me by surprise considering how sweaty she was from her recent exertions.

The room smelled of sweat and sex and booze and cigarettes. But all I could think of was my blunder and not killing them when I’d had the chance, allowing their sexual encounter to totally distract me. I was probably going to pay for it with my life. But now I was committed to the fray, and I had to go forward despite the loss of achieving total surprise.

The mercenary was lean, athletic and deadly. Somehow I had to tip the scales back in my favor. That’s when I managed to knock the heavily perspiring bitch off her feet.

I got a quick view of her wet, clenching pussy as she went down with her legs spread. Her flesh and labia were fully engorged in the form of a camel-toe much similar to my own. Hell, I should have been off somewhere enjoying a fuck of my own instead of trying to interrupt hers.

Immediately I went to my back-up plan by reaching for my switchblade. A lethal slice to her neck or puncturing a lung through her chest and she would be gurgling her life away as she bled to death. With any luck that would end the fight with a minimal amount of embarrassment on my part for my hesitation.

I was about to launch myself at her when she yelled, “KILL HER, ROCK! KILL THE FUCKING BITCH!” She was looking beyond me when she said it. That’s when I sensed the danger behind me.

Tactical error number three was my failure to keep track of her boyfriend. When I turned around I saw he had pounced on the glock knocked out of my hand. In my battle with the bitch I had failed to keep track of it.

He was taking aim when I threw my knife instinctively, figuring it was too late and I was already dead. The gun went off, a bullet splintering into the wood following a path a few inches from my head. But somehow my knife lodged in his throat.

His eyes flew open in surprise as he reached up for his neck. Then he started to crumple onto the floor, blood spurting out of the mortal wound. The gun dropped from his hand, my own weapon no longer posing a danger to me. I felt both relief and anger at myself for having given him the opportunity in the first place.

Before I could turn to address my other adversary, Revy jumped me from behind. It was tactical error number four and it nearly proved costly. She wrapped her hands around my throat while screaming, “I’LL KILL YOU FOR THAT, YOU FUCKING SHITHEAD! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU FOR KILLING MY ROCK!”

Her grip was impressive; she wouldn’t let go! She was determined to strangle the very life out of me. And I was afraid she was going to succeed.

She smelled of sweat and sex, her warm, naked body clinging tightly to mine from behind as I tried to dislodge her. But nothing was working. I could palpably feel her murderous rage as well as my own impending demise, her fingers tightening until I started to see stars.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of the dresser. I backed her into the sharp corner just as hard as I could. Somehow it must have caught her in the back in her ribs.

She let out a cry as the pain made her ease her grip around my throat. It was just enough for me to deliberately tumble us forward onto the floor, loosening her grip further. Then I grabbed an arm and threw her against the wall.

She lay there stunned as I tried to catch my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. Then we both caught sight of my glock lying right there. Tactical error number five was throwing her that close to a firearm, considering it was my own damn gun.

I had one weapon left, although I felt it was much too late to use it. I snatched the garrote out of my pocket and launched myself at her as she launched herself toward my glock. She had just gotten her fingers around it when I got the garrote around her neck and pulled tight, pulling her backward into my chest.

The pain of the wire around her throat is probably the only thing that saved me. She dropped my glock and clawed at it as she struggled in my grasp, her ass humping me in the crotch. My strength was ebbing, but I had to hold on for dear life if I expected to walk out of there in one piece.

She was up against me and I could feel her warm flesh backed into mine as I pulled on the ends of the garrote. I could just detect the scent of their recent sexual encounter… faint yet distinct. She kicked and struggled and thrashed about as I held on with all my strength.

I suddenly detected the strong aroma of a sexual discharge as fluid sprayed out of her crotch. A moment later I smelled urine as her bladder released. She shuddered hard before she finally went still in my lap.

I held on tight a few moments longer, refusing to allow myself to be fooled lest she was trying to play dead. There were little agonal spasms as the puddle of urine between her legs enlarged. Her neck was bleeding significantly from where the wire cut deep into her neck.

When she still hadn’t moved I finally eased my grip on my garrote, pausing to catch my breath. That’s when I realized I had actually orgasmed a few moments ago. I had barely noticed, being so caught up in our life and death struggle.

My chest rose and fell as her dead body reclined back against me. Her corpse put out an aroma of cigarettes, sweat, sex and death. I continued to sit there on my ass, panting like crazy as it finally registered in my brain it was over and I had survived my tactical blunders.

I couldn’t believe how lucky I’d been. What the hell had made me hesitate in the first place?? Was I that caught up in watching her orgasm, knowing how nice the pleasure must have felt?? Was I associating it with my own cums whenever I was caught up in the throes of passion? Or had I developed some sort of attraction to the mercenary and had failed to take that into account?

She lay up against me with only the occasional twitch. If I was curious about her naked body, there was certainly nothing stopping me now. I told myself I was just composing myself and to go right ahead and take advantage of the moment.

I reached around to feel up her warm boobs. They were nice and firm; no wonder Rock liked them. Rock; I’d forgotten about him! Shit!

I glanced at her boyfriend as a sudden surge of panic went through me. But a nice puddle of blood had formed on the floor by his head as my switchblade protruded out of his neck. He was the least of my worries, and I sighed as I tried to relax for a moment.

I felt up the dead mercenary, taking advantage of the moment to inspect with my fingers the naked body of the bitch who’d nearly cost me my life. She was wet with perspiration, her hair smelling of cigarettes. She’d certainly put up one hell of a fight.

I reached downward between her legs before I hesitated. Fuck it; I’d earned this little reward. So I touched her wet pussy, noticing the silky smoothness of her cum clinging to her labia.

I frowned as I considered the matter. After all, it was her pussy that had distracted me, nearly getting me killed. I’d just crouched there like a fucking voyeur watching her cum. Had I been that damned hypnotized by observing her pleasure??

I deliberately felt around in her vagina, figuring I had earned this with my hard fought victory. She was still twitching and clenching a little down there, wet and smelling of sex. Curious, I pulled my fingers out and actually stuck them into my mouth for a little taste.

Not bad. Had we met during any other circumstance we might have had a little session together. But in this instance I had let their sexual encounter distract me to the point of nearly getting myself killed. It angered the hell out of me.

I angrily pushed her body aside and rose to my feet. I tiredly retrieved my weapons, making sure I pulled my switchblade out of rock’s neck. Her boyfriend was clearly dead, a vacant look of surprise in his lifeless eyes.

I went back to check one last time on the dead bitch. She stared upward in lifeless shock, her mouth gaping open and her tongue hanging out. An angry red line circled her throat as rivulets of blood streamed down.

I angrily kicked the bitch’s legs apart, wanting to take one last look at what had distracted me. It was red, wet and puffy, swollen in the shape of a camel-toe that mirrored my own. I scowled at the thought of it: all this over a fucking pussy??

She was clearly dead; there was no denying that. And now I was mad as hell. I probably shouldn’t have, but in anger I put a boot into the bitch’s twat, making her body jerk.

Relief had morphed into irritation at my stupidity. Her fucking vagina had nearly taken me down! In anger I pointed my glock and fired a slug into it.

Her dripping snatch jerked and blew apart upon impact. It would never take another cock; I’d certainly seen to that. The morgue attendants could just go to hell if they wanted to fuck the infamous Revy. They would have to use her asshole instead.

I went out and gathered up her satchel of cash. Then I made my way to the door with glock in hand. I was enraged at my performance, and I pitied the fool who crossed my path.

I checked the hall, but there was no one in sight. It occurred to me there were incidents like this that probably occurred in this building all the time. The wisest course of action for the inhabitants was to stay indoors and call the cops… maybe.

I quickly made my way down the stairs and out the door. I could hear sirens in the background, causing me to quicken my pace. I got into my car, started it up and quickly took an alley to avoid any entanglements with the law. Then I let out a smile as I thought about what I’d left behind.

Let the cops find her with her legs spread like that and her pussy all shot up. I was on my way to the Caribbean to enjoy one of those fruity drinks…

© 2017 (Written for “Revy” Nov 14 ’17 by riwa)