Xu's Revenge

Xu’s Revenge

A Final Fantasy VIII Fan Fic

All characters and locations are owned by SquareSoft

Rated NC-17 for language and sexual content

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By Bubblegom

Chapter Two

When Xu stepped lively down the corridor to her office early the next morning, she was surprised to observe Rinoa already waiting for her standing by her office door. Rinoa was well known for not liking to arise early.

'Oh ho! What do we have here?' Xu wondered.

“Good morning, Rinoa,” Xu maliciously grinned at her. “How good to see you dressed for a change.”

Rinoa just glared at her immediate superior officer.

“Oh, not saying anything, Rinoa? Tape got your tongue?”

“I’ll say plenty after you open that door and we get inside your office,” Rinoa hissed. “I see no reason to drag any more of our dealings out in public.”

“Good point,” Xu said briskly, suddenly all business.

After they both had entered the office, Rinoa wasted no time now. “What’s the big idea of sending me that tape?”

“Why, Rinoa, I thought even a cretin such as yourself could figure it out. I want those pictures back. If you don’t cooperate, I will spread that tape around the globe.”

“You want a piece of me, bitch?” Rinoa pushed herself right up in Xu’s face. “Or you gonna hide behind your assassin again?”

Xu blanched and stepped back. She wasn’t exactly afraid of Rinoa, but she was older and out of shape from sitting behind a desk while the younger woman had been out in the field.

“You touch me, and you’ll be court martialed from here in five seconds.”

“Oh, cluck, cluck, cluck,” Rinoa retorted.

“I want those pictures back,” emphasized Xu.

“Not gonna happen, not now, not later.”

Rinoa turned to leave the office. Xu called after her, “You’ll be sorry you didn’t listen to reason.”

‘Hmmm, She’s gonna be harder than I thought. Time for phase two.’

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The evening before: On the super wide TV screen, Rinoa stood stooped over until someone else entered the picture. Whoever it was was completely blurred out, but Squall had no doubt he knew who it was. The person made Rinoa stand straight up with her hands by her side wantonly displaying her fulsome breasts and shaven pubes. Zell held out the remote and froze the frame.

Rinoa chose that moment to re-enter the room. “Aww,” she complained. “I asked you to wait.” She stepped forward and as she went to sit down beside Squall, Rinoa took a good look at the TV screen.

“OH MY GOD!” she screamed.

Rinoa’s immediate embarrassment translated quickly into rage. She began striking out at the nearest person to her. In this case it was Squall. With Rinoa’s closed fisted blows flying all around his head, he understood it was just a matter of time until she landed a lucky blow and broke his nose or chipped a tooth. Rinoa was so angry she had waves of adrenaline coursing through her body.

Squall stood up and grabbed her around her waist and swung her around in front of him so she couldn’t reach him any further. Unfortunately for Reba, Rinoa could now reach her. The raven-haired young woman was particularly put out that her good girlfriend was sitting there allowing the rest of them to watch that…that piece of filth.

Rinoa continued to swing wildly despite being held tightly by Squall. On her second swing she smacked Reba with a good right cross just under her eye. The cheek underneath immediately began to swell.

“Ow!” Reba complained and stepped back from Rinoa’s immediate vicinity.

Rinoa became so frustrated that she could no longer reach her friend with her fists, she began to lash out at her with wild kicks of her legs. Unfortunately this caused her pajama bottoms to begin to slide down her shapely hips.

In fact her pajamas were what had caused her to be gone from the room for so long. Once Rinoa had left to go the restroom, she realized her initial plan of just loosening her tight clothing away from her wounds so she wasn’t in such pain was not going to be enough; so she went back to her room to change her entire outfit.

Rinoa had taken off her tight t-shirt and jeans and intended to find some clothing that were somewhat more loose and flowing. Unfortunately she couldn’t find anything except for her pajamas. Deciding this gathering was certainly like a slumber party in a way, she just slipped her pj’s over her naked body. After all she just planned to enter the room in the dark, watch the movie and then return to her room. There was no absolutely no reason she couldn’t be comfortable, was there?

“Let me go!” Rinoa squirmed in Squall’s arms while continuing to kick out at Reba.

Her pajama bottoms finally slid off her leaving her half naked and her struggling with her boyfriend had caused her top to ride up above her breasts. As Rinoa continued to kick at Reba, her friend looked on absolutely fascinated at Rinoa’s shaven pubic area. She was a provincial girl and had never seen anything like that.

Pow! Rinoa’s foot met firmly with the point of Reba’s chin knocking her woozy for a few seconds. The raven-haired young woman took advantage of the situation and kicked her friend several more times in the face.

“Ow!” Reba complained. “I think you broke my nose!”

“Well, fight then – you pathetic slug!” taunted Rinoa.

Reba suddenly lashed out with both fists with a right jab and a left uppercut. Rinoa slipped the jab and when she did, she slid all the way out of her pajama top leaving her standing stark naked in front of her friends. The upper cut hit the naked woman square in her vagina!

“Ow! Oh! That felt so good! Hit me again!” screamed Rinoa

Reba stood nonplussed for a moment, as Selphie thought, ‘There she goes again! What is wrong with this poor woman?’

Glancing around the room, Selphie immediately grasped that Rinoa was inadvertently providing quite a floor show for the young males present. Her Irvy seemed particularly enamored.

“Okay!” she ordered, waving her arms in a shooing motion. “All you men outta here – right now! Come on!”

Selphie began literally pushing Irvine to get him to move. “You too, Squall – out!”

Squall hadn’t taken his eyes off Rinoa’s beautiful naked body for one second. And who could blame him? He’d never been granted the privilege of observing anything but Rinoa fully clothed – Squall had never even seen her in her underwear! Even though he had practically begged her the night they came back from time compression, Rinoa explained succinctly, “No wedding ringie, no lookie nookie.”

He knew, even with her wounds that were still healing, he would never again see a woman as beautiful as she. Selphie had managed to convince Norris, Irvine, and Zell to leave. Looking back from the doorway, the brown-haired woman realized Squall hadn’t moved one inch!

“Squall, you too! Outta here right now!”

“Aww Selphie,” the young man complained. “I’m her fiancé, I should stay and help.”

All the while this was occurring, Rinoa was still attempting to entice Reba to inflict more punishment on her. Reba continued to step away from the nude young woman, while holding her one hand over her injured nose. Blood has continued to cascade from it down Reba’s face.

“You’re not her fiancé,” Selphie accused. “A fiancé is a person who has asked another person to marry them. You haven’t even asked Rinoa to go to Roller Derby yet.”

“You mean I’m supposed to ask her to go to Roller Derby?” Squall asked perplexed. “I didn’t even think she liked Roller Derby.”

“Come on, Squall,” Reba entreated, intertwining her arm with his. “You can escort me to the clinic to save me from explaining what I’m doing up past curfew.”

Selphie flashed Reba a look of gratitude as the young woman and Squall left the TV room. Now that her immediate enemy had left, Rinoa turned her attention to Selphie.

“Come on, you twit – fight!” Rinoa begged. “You were sitting here allowing them to look at that invasion of my privacy without complaining!”

“No, I wasn’t, Rinoa. I tried to stop them. Irvine was holding me back.”

“You lie!” Rinoa insisted while reaching a delivering a substantial slap against Selphie’s face.

“Ow! No, I’m not lying,” Selphie protested, attempting to step back further from her obviously crazed naked friend. “Irvine was holding me back,” she repeated again.

“Oh come now,” Rinoa replied, closing in again on the green-eyed SeeD. “Since when could Irvine ever control you when you wanted something?”

Rinoa delivered another slap, this one harder, on Selphie’s cheek. Selphie had to admit that Rinoa had a point. She hadn’t struggled very hard, had she?

‘Did I actually want to watch that video of Rinoa stripping herself starkers and if I did, then why did I?’ she wondered.

Rinoa used this opportunity of Selphie’s introspection to slap her three more times in rapid succession. The brown-haired woman snapped and brought her brown booted foot up between Rinoa’s legs and kicked her right in the crotch – hard!

“Oh God, that’s feels so good!” Rinoa cried out while she crashed to the floor and writhed in pain.

“Oh Shiva! What have I done?” Selphie gasped. She stepped away from Rinoa as if she had the plague. “I’m so sorry, Rinoa.”

Turning to Mishima who was watching the entire proceedings with great interest, the green-eyed woman entreated, “What’s wrong with her? She’s been like this since the day Quistis whipped her.”

“Rinoa suffered a great trauma that day being stripped and beaten in front of all those people. In some twisted way the stroking by Quistis’ whip became sensuous and finally caused her to orgasm,” the more worldly Mishima explained.

Selphie flushed considerably. “So Rinoa was telling the truth in the clinic that day!”

“Yes,” the pretty young woman agreed, “Rinoa has become a masochist.”

“A machinist?” the good hearted young woman asked. “What? She wants to operate a lathe or something?”

“No, no, Selphie,” Mishima giggled. “A masochist is a person who receives sexual gratification from psychological or physical punishment.”

“OH-SUPER-DUPER-MEGA-BUMMER! How icky. What can we do to help her?”

“Oh, I have something in mind,” Mishima said, winking at Selphie. “By the way, what is she doing?”

Glancing over at Rinoa who had been suspiciously quiet and calm for the last minute, Selphie observed Rinoa was going through her exact motions that she used when she cast a GF or any sort of magic.

“She’s attempting to cast magic but she’s not allowed to junction while she’s in the Garden. When we first arrived back from Time Compression, Rinoa had several incidents where she became very angry and ended up ‘Angel Winging’ and wildly casting random magic. Besides harming people, she could have damaged the very structure of the Garden. After that, Cid decreed Rinoa couldn’t be junctioned with any GF’s unless she was on a mission.”

What are ‘you’ doing?” Selphie asked, greatly alarmed.

Mishima had just pulled her white mid-riff over her head and off her body. She had already unsnapped her suspenders and stepped out of her short black skirt and now stood only appareled in a very skimpy bra in which her huge breasts were straining to be released and small cotton panties.

“I am going to attempt to offer Rinoa some solace from her current sexual aberration,” Mishima answered, crossing the room to Rinoa. “You may want to leave, Selphie. This could possibly be distasteful to you.”

Mishima stood directly in front of Rinoa who was just standing there appearing rather forlorn for the moment. Mishima removed the rest of her clothing and stood nakedly in front of the troubled young woman. Rinoa appeared to finally have regained touch with the reality surrounding her as her eyes grew as big as saucers when she stared at Mishima’s truly bodacious figure.

At Mishima’s first urging, Selphie had quickly strided to the back of the room, but had hesitated at the door.

‘Maybe I’d better stay and make certain that nothing bad happens to Rinoa. I mean I don’t think she could take much more without losing her mind. Yeah, that’s the ticket – I need to remain to watch out for Rinoa,’ Selphie rationalized.

Selphie turned around and peered back into the room. She couldn’t believe her own eyes when she caught a glimpse of the naked Mishima.

‘My God! She makes Rinoa look like a twelve year old girl,’ she thought, completely shocked.

Selphie didn’t consciously notice, but when Mishima held out her hand and Rinoa took it in hers and then Mishima pulled her close; their naked bodies rubbing salaciously against each other, her hand clutched the neckline of her yellow dress and she pulled it asunder dropping the two separate pieces onto the floor. Selphie’s right hand slid beneath her bra and began to rub her nipple back and forth. It became instantly erect. Her left hand dive bombed into her panties and fingered her pussy lips almost violently.

Mishima stood a little over an inch taller than Rinoa and she leaned down while she began to kiss her; at first soft little tentative kisses all over Rinoa’s face until she was able to learn how she was going to react.

Rinoa moaned and placed her hands lower on Mishima’s behind. She pulled the young woman as close as possible to her and bumped and rubbed her clit against Mishima who took that as tacit permission to continue and she kissed Rinoa in earnest now forcing her tongue into her mouth and rubbing it against Rinoa’s.

Mishima reached down with her hand and felt Rinoa’s ‘love patch’ and found it to be dripping wet proving to her the young woman was ready to move further in their lovemaking. Disengaging from her mouth for a second, she cooed, “Want to take this to the couch, love?”

Rinoa nodded happily and Mishima took her by the hand and led her over to a couch on the side of the room that is usually considered prime seating for TV watching. It was seven feet long and quite comfortable.

From the doorway, Selphie now stepped into the center of the room, completely shredding her panties and bra as she moved. The brown-haired young woman continued to move as if she were robotic and not in complete control of herself. She immediately thrust two fingers into her distended labia working them in and out as she continued to closely watch the sexual maneuverings of Mishima and Rinoa.

Mishima gently lay Rinoa down on the couch on her back. Rinoa spread her legs enough so Mishima could comfortably kneel between them. Looking down at the young woman with her perfectly formed high breasts with her beautiful nipples, her narrow waist, completely shaven pubic area and wide open vagina, and her long lovely sculpted legs, Mishima felt her breath taken away for a second.

Rinoa was truly one of the most beautiful women Mishima had ever observed with their clothes off. She had always suspected that beneath those rather staid outfits of Rinoa, she was hiding a hellacious body, but seeing is believing as far as Mishima was concerned.

“You are so beautiful,” she gushed to Rinoa, causing the raven-haired young woman to blush. She wished Squall could be as outgoing with his compliments just one time as this woman was.

Rinoa reached up with her two hands and cupped Mishima’s breasts as much as possible which still left more uncovered than covered.

“Don’t worry, they’re real,” she giggled, placing her hands over Rinoa’s and pressing them hard on her bosom.

Rinoa twisted and rubbed both of Mishima’s nipples simultaneously causing them to grow erect. Mishima moaned loudly and bent over and suckled Rinoa’s beautiful nips in return. She sucked hard on them causing them to grow amazing large; then the lovely woman began kissing Rinoa all over her chest and down her belly to her shaven pubes.

Mishima observed where the stitch had just recently been removed from Rinoa’s labia and was careful to avoid the area, assuming correctly it was still quite sore and not wanting to awaken Rinoa’s masochistic streak at this time.

Selphie had moved much closer to the two cavorting women and had jammed two more fingers, now having four fingers vigorously moving in and out of her fully distended dripping wet labia. She was so sexually stimulated she began to hunch over her hand and was emitting a steady stream of moaning.

Mishima happened to catch a glimpse of the normally puritanically acting Selphie in her peripheral vision and couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

‘If only Irvine could see her now,’ Mishima thought. ‘She would never live it down.’

Mishima caught Rinoa’s attention and directed her to look in Selphie’s direction. Rinoa did as Mishima suggested and appeared completely stunned to see what her usual totally respectable friend was involved in.

When Rinoa looked back at Mishima and observed her roll her eyes in Selphie’s direction, Rinoa laughed aloud.

“It’s so good to hear you laugh again, Rin,” Mishima murmured. “Lie back, I’m bringing you something good.”

Rinoa did as directed and lay flat on her back on the long couch, her breasts flattening to the sides. Mishima swung around and placed herself where her mouth was directly over Rinoa’s beautiful bare pubes. This of course left Mishima’s labia hanging over Rinoa’s mouth.

Rinoa noticed that unlike her shaven pubic area Mishima’s was covered by bushy, black pubic hair. ‘She’s sure not wearing any bikini with this stuff,’ Rinoa grinned to herself, but she discovered it to be extremely sexy nonetheless.

Mishima understood that Rinoa was a true sexual novice so she told her to lap anything she wanted, that it was fine with her. Meanwhile Mishima immediately located Rinoa’s clitoris and popped it up hard with her fingers. Then she began tonguing it while attempting to make her tongue as stiff as a board.

She realized that Rinoa was getting off like a racehorse as her labia was now dripping. Mishima was concentrating all her powers on satisfying Rinoa when suddenly she felt her good friend slip two fingers all the way up her vagina.

“Oh, that feels good, Rinnie, keep it up,” Mishima groaned in between tonguing her friend.

Rinoa did as directed and vigorously followed Mishima’s advice jamming her fingers in and out as quickly as possible. Mishima found herself hunching on her friend’s hand.

‘Hyne, she’s a natural at this,’ she thought delightedly.

Rinoa began twisting and turning on the couch as Mishima’s ministrations were finally producing exquisite sensations in her that were running all through her body. This was like nothing she had ever felt before. It caused the orgasm the other day to appear mediocre in comparison.

Rinoa’s orgasm was building deep inside of her, at a place she hadn’t even know existed before this day. In her excitement, she had jammed her last finger up Mishima’s vagina, which closed completely around her wrist causing it to be practically impossible to move it in and out anymore.

Suddenly Rinoa almost blacked out as her orgasm came bubbling up through her in sensations she never know existed.

“Oh God! God! God! Mishima!” the young woman cried out in bliss.

As Mishima had continued to hunch on her friend’s hand and was extremely wet, she suddenly felt it slip up all of the way inside of her. ‘Oh shit! I’m gonna scream!’

Rinoa felt around up inside of her friend in an area that was brand new to her. As she lay cumming Rinoa twisted here, tweaked there, and pulled over there. Mishima gave out with a heart stopping shriek screaming Rinoa’s name out to the spheres as Mishima’s orgasm was wrested from her forcefully.

Mishima collapsed onto Rinoa as the young woman with the finely tuned metabolism of a sorceress fainted dead away again.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! I love you, Irvine!” Selphie cried out.

Mishima glanced to where Selphie was hunched on her hand climaxing and screaming for Irvine and was amused to notice the green-eyed woman had literally torn her clothes off her body into tiny pieces and stood appareled at the present time in only her brown boots.

Who would have thunk it?’ Mishima thought humorously. ‘We’ll be lucky if we don’t call attention to ourselves from the SeeDs on midnight duty. Wouldn’t that be something? They burst in here to find out who the intruders are and discover three of the top female SeeDs in the entire Garden masturbating and eating each other out.’

Selphie was the first one to come to what senses she had before she zoned out. Looking around she noticed she was standing totally bereft of any apparel.

“Oh my gosh!” she exclaimed. “Where are my clothes?”

Mishima languidly pointed them out laying scattered in tiny pieces on the floor. Selphie fell into a crouch covering her pubic area with one hand and her one arm across her breasts.

“Have I been raped?” Selphie asked.

“Yes, in a way,” Mishima answered, “but you did it to yourself. Check your hand.”

Selphie held her hand out in front of her face and observed it was dripping.

“Oh great Hyne! I’ve never done anything like that before. Did Rinoa see me?”

Mishima answered with a hard stare of askance.

“Ok, ok, I mean I’ve never done anything like that in front of others.”

“Yes, Rinoa saw you,” Mishima replied. “But trust me, she doesn’t care. She had her own agenda going on at the time.”

“Oh crikey! I just realized. What am I gonna wear to my room? I’ve destroyed all my clothes. Am I gonna have to pull a ‘nude Rinoa’?”

“Haha!” Mishima heartily laughed. “No, you can wear mine.”

“What will you wear then?”

“My bra and panties, of course,” Mishima explained.

“Are you sure you want to do that? They don’t seem to cover much of you,” Selphie accused.

“Well, if you prefer to go without, that’s fine.”

“Oh, no, no,” Selphie was quick to say. “That’s fine by me. I’ll wear your skirt and blouse.” And smiled at Mishima who smiled back.

“What was going on with you two?” Selphie asked.

Something that I think will help Rinoa in the long run,” Mishima answered.

“Oh thank God! Anything will be better than the horrible way she was before,” the brown-haired young woman intoned.

Rinoa’s eyelids began to flutter as though she was in R.E.M. sleep, but she was actually preparing to awaken. She opened her eyes and saw her two lovely nude friends standing over her solicitously and smiled up at them.

Rinoa sat up and Mishima asked, “Feel better now, Rinoa?”

“Oh yes,” she gushed, “I feel better than I’ve ever felt before.”

“So you know now what’s good for you?” Selphie asked.

“Certainly,” Rinoa answered self assuredly. “I’m gay!”

“What!!” Mishima and Selphie queried loudly in unison.

“And that’s not all – I’m a gay masochist!”

“Oh brother!” Selphie exclaimed, holding her hand up to her forehead in a move very reminiscent of one Squall favored.