Squall's Revenge

Squall’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 Three

The Ragnarok and Beyond

Taking a left and finally observing dead ahead the airship port, their feet hurried them along as if they had spouted wings on them. The three revengeful women halted momentarily outside the Ragnarok and made their plans.

Once inside the ship, they headed straight to the passenger lounge where sure enough they espied Squall laying in a pile of their clothing on a couch. He appeared vastly self satisfied.

“Greetings,” Squall said in a playful manner. “I see you all made it back without seeming the worse for wear.”

Rinoa crossed the cabin to him and pulled him to his feet. She slipped off her robes and stood nakedly before him. Rinoa realized she had Squall’s attention when his mouth dropped agape and his eyes grew as large and circular as pancakes.

“You could say that, Squall,” Xu interjected, “except for one thing. If it wasn’t for Rinoa, Quistis would have been raped by five toughs and then probably murdered.”

“Pay no attention to them, Squall my love. They’re spoilsports,” Rinoa murmured. She pulled open his jacket and then unbuttoned his shirt, leaving it hanging open.

“That’s terrible!” Squall sputtered. “Scum like that should be horse whipped!”

Rinoa pulled Squall close to her naked body and reached down and unbuttoned his trousers while pulling the zipper down. Squall moaned as if he were in great pain. Then Rinoa reached inside with her strong hands and tore his jockey shorts in half liberating his huge erection so it was now peeking out through his zipper directly at Xu.

Xu winked at his penis as if it were a thing separate and alive from Squall no doubt confusing him no end if he had been in a position to even think about it.

“It’s funny you said that, Squall, because that’s exactly what we think,” explained Xu.

“What’s that?” Squall groaned, attempting to act as if he were still following the conversation.

Stepping up behind him, Quistis answered, “That the person responsible should be horse whipped.”

Rinoa clung on to Squall while Quistis quickly lifted his arms straight up. Xu stepped forward quickly and tied his wrists together tightly with Rinoa’s robes that had still been laying on the floor at his feet. Then before the stunned young man with the raging erection could shift gears to a fighting mode she took the other end of the robes and tied him to the lighting framework on the ceiling at the front of the lounge. He was left standing with his arms stretched out far above his head.

“What the hell is going on?!” Squall angrily demanded.

“This!” Quistis cried out, pulling out her ‘Save the Queen’ from beneath her clothing. She had left it while going to dinner. “You’re the one responsible for my almost being raped and killed and you shall be punished for it!”

Quistis snapped her weapon hard on the floor – CRACK! She began to lash out at the Commander, her breasts jiggling as she was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts.

‘She looks so precious, only wearing those shorts and her whip,’ Rinoa thought.

Snap! Snap! Snap! Quistis’ whip left Squall’s jacket in tatters. Three more thwacks and his jacket was a thing of the past and his shirt was now in danger of disappearing. Rinoa was still standing but was writhing on her feet in sensuous sinewy movements while rubbing her hands up and down her nude body.

“Oh Quisty, I love you,” she moaned. “Hit me, Quisty, please whip me,” she crooned.

Quistis couldn’t help but glance at her. ‘Look at her!’ she thought with a snort. ‘Some virgin!’

“Please Rinoa, you’re distracting me,” Quistis entreated.

CRACK! Squall’s shirt disappeared leaving him standing in his opened pants and boots. Quistis noticed his erection was bigger than ever.

“That’s odd, should it still be that big after getting whipped?’ Taking a closer look at it, Quistis wondered, ‘Is it pulsating or throbbing or something? It seems to be getting bigger.’

Quistis changed the position of her legs having decided to begin lashing Squall before stripping him completely and she let fly with ‘Save the Queen.’

“Oh that feels so good, keep it up!” Rinoa cried out. She had leaped in front of Squall and taken the lash straight down across her breasts to her labia. “Do me again, Quisty!”

Something in Quistis’ super-ego let go and her id took over. ‘Hell’ she thought. ‘She wants it and she’s not gonna get out of my way until I do it. I’ll try to go easy on her.’

Quistis began crisscrossing lashes over Rinoa’s breasts and pubic area. She did it expertly not drawing any blood nor even leaving any marks, but causing exquisite pain in the dark-haired woman’s nerve endings.

“Oh God! God! Quistis! Oh Hyne!” Rinoa screamed out after each lash. She finally fell to the floor and writhed in delirium while climaxing. Quistis watched in complete wonderment as Rinoa appeared oblivious to anything but her own pleasure/pain as her orgasm was wrenched from her in a continuing torrent.

“Stop Quistis! For God’s sake, what are you doing to her?” Squall cried out in anguish. He knew nothing of Rinoa’s new sexual taste. “Don’t whip her! Whip me! I’m the bastard!”

‘Okay,’ Quistis smiled evilly at Squall.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Squall’s trousers were completely gone leaving him completely nude except for his boots. ‘Hmmm,’ Quistis thought. ‘He does look awfully good. I sure would like to jump those bones myself. Plus it would serve ‘Miss I’m still a virgin’ right if someone beat her to it.’

As soon as Quistis began some serious lashing across Squall’s bare body opening up trails of blood where her whip left, Squall began serious moaning, but not in pain.

‘Oh no, not him too!’ Quistis thought.

Three more hard shots from ‘Save the Queen’ and cum shot out of Squall’s erection.

“What’s happening to me?!” he cried out.

Squall glanced down and observed that Rinoa was still miraculously experiencing an orgasm. She was staring back at him and in her mind she had caused his orgasm and vice versa.

“I love you, Squall,” the beautiful woman called out.

“I love you too, Rinoa,” Squall repeated.

Quistis stepped back. “Well, if this don’t beat all?” she mused outloud.

“Don’t say beat all around these two,” Xu said.

The two young woman began to giggle and soon were laughing uproarishly.

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Once the Ragnarok reached the Garden, Xu and Quistis, now completely dressed took Rinoa along with them to their rooms. They had dressed the almost comatose young woman in the Estharian robes figuring that redressing her in all the bits and pieces of the outfit she wore to dinner would be way too bothersome.

They took Squall’s boots too and left him sitting in his bare skin. When asked, they informed him that they would give his boots back after they forgave him for almost getting Quistis raped and killed. Of course, none of them mentioned even to themselves that Quistis had actually caused it by running off and separating herself from the others.

After the women had left, Squall sat miserably all hunched over in a passenger seat with blood leaking from his many wounds. Suddenly, in his eyes, his situation grew even worse as he realized the young woman pilot was standing over him.

“Uh, good job, you’re dismissed,” he muttered, blushing furiously at being caught out in such a situation by a young woman.

“Sir,” she said. “You are making your wounds worse, sit up.”

And she pulled him up to a sitting position. Squall looked up into the face of a beautiful young woman. She had soft dark hair that fell about her pretty face, and a very attractively fulsome figure.

“I’ll be right back,” she promised. “Just don’t move.”

‘Don’t move?’ Squall thought. ‘Where would I go like this? Into the Garden – I don’t think so.’

The young woman was as good as her word and she immediately returned bearing a bowl of warm water, soft towels to wash his wounds out with and then dry them, and some healing ointment.

“My name is Harriet Bird,” she cooed. “I am most pleased to meet you, Commander Leonhart, even if it is under this misfortunate circumstance.”

Harriet moistened one of the towels so it was wet and warm but not dripping and washed out his wounds, ever so gently. It felt good to the young man. In fact her touch felt so good that he soon forgot the situation and that he was sitting naked in front of a female Seed who he had just met.

He closed his eyes dreamily and got lost in the good feeling of her washing out his wounds, and then drying them and applying ointment. When she began to move lower on his anatomy and washing out the wounds on his lower belly, Squall suddenly felt himself growing hard.

Panic stricken, he just lay back with his eyes closed hoping it would go away or if he couldn’t see it, maybe Harriet couldn’t see it either. No such luck as the closer the young woman washed to it, the longer his penis grew until it was a full seven inches long. Helen Keller wouldn’t have been able to ignore that.

“What do we have here?” Harriet asked, running her hand up and down Squall’s long shaft.

“Oh don’t,” he groaned. “This isn’t right.” Squall still had his eyes closed.

He opened them when he felt the young woman applying her velvet like lips to the head of his penis. Squall had never felt anything as good as that in his whole life. “Oh sweet Hyne,” he murmured.

Harriet was now kneeling at his feet. Smiling at him, she asked, “What will it be, stud? Something by hand or mouth?”

Squall pulled up the last of his resources and sputtered, “Neither, I am your commanding officer. I command you to cease and desist this activity immediately. If you do as I say, there will be no further repercussions for any lack of decorum with a senior officer.”

“Haha!” Harriet laughed. “You’re being so silly. I know you want it, I can see it in your eyes. You’re begging me not to stop. If I’m wrong, tell me.”

Squall attempted to speak, but it came out as a croak. He cleared his throat and coughed and tried again…nothing. “I knew it,” she chortled.

And then Harriet lovingly applied her mouth to the top of his penis again.

“Oh God! Oh God!” Squall moaned as she lowered her beautiful mouth down lower and lower each time until she was finally taking all of his penis down to his balls into her mouth.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Squall murmured, instinctively lifting and thrusting his penis up further into the young woman’s mouth. She lifted her mouth off his stem and began to suck on his balls while running her hand up and down his shaft very quickly.

“Oh God! Oh Hyne!” Squall cried out as his load of cum shot straight up out of his seven inch prick and came down and landed on his lower belly. Oh God, he had never felt this good in his entire life! Squall never had been much for masturbation and besides, it never felt anything near as good as this had.

Squall lay as if gasping for breath for the next few minutes as his penis continued to ooze his orgasm. He sat up and watched with great interest as the young woman washed off his now shrinking penis and balls and then dried them gently.

Standing up, Harriet began to pull off her uniform. “Wait a minute! Stop! What are you doing?” Squall questioned excitedly.

“I’m going to give you part of my uniform to wear,” the kind hearted young woman explained.

“Oh no, I can’t allow you to embarrass yourself that way. I’ll take the heat. It was my plan that went awry after all.”

“Well, aren’t you just the studliest man I know,” she cooed. “I would be most proud to walk beside you to your room and I won’t take no for an answer. They all know I helped to pilot the Ragnarok anyway so it would be natural for me to do so.”

Squall at least had the decency to blush at the fine compliments offered to him. When Harriet and the naked Squall walking beside her entered the Garden from the ship, he naturally attracted a lot of attention immediately. What he didn’t realize was that Xu, Quistis, and Rinoa had alerted everyone in the Garden before hand and particularly the young women so they could either hide themselves away from him or expect him to show up naked. Either way, they would be alerted that Squall had not turned into a sexual predator.

Squall was distinctly unhappy and embarrassed with the ogles he was receiving from the fair sex, many of whom were still students. He had hoped there was more decency than that amongst the student body but Squall could now see he was sadly mistaken from the reactions he was observing. Of course, he didn’t realize that many of the young women had chosen to hide themselves away from him, not wishing to see him stark naked.

The commander was completely flabbergasted when the normally totally puritanical Selphie came racing up to him. “Tee-hee!” she cried out. “I just wanted to see if what I heard was true and it is. You’re running around the Garden naked like Rinoa did. I think that’s so sweet of you.”

“It’s not sweet of me,” Squall contradicted. “Quistis whipped the clothes right off me the same way she did Rinoa. You tell her, Harriet.”

“Who?” Selphie asked, sounding more confused than usual.

“Harriet,” Squall repeated, looking to his right. Harriet was gone! At point of fact, she had been instructed by Xu, Quistis, and Rinoa to coax Squall out into the main part of the Garden and then disappear.

“Squall?” Selphie asked concerned. “Are you sure you didn’t hallucinate someone because of the stress you’ve been under?”

“No, I didn’t! She was right here, she piloted the Ragnarok and gave me a blow job!” Squall insisted.

“Alright, alright,” Selphie placated. “If you say so.” ‘Good grief! Squall’s gone completely loony! I need to remember to ask Irvine what that blow job thingie is. Gosh, I hope it’s not contagious.’

Suddenly vast amounts of young women, both SeeDs and students, began closing in on Squall who took off running around the circular pool in the main atrium of the Garden. While he was being chased, Squall fully expected wild banjo music to break out as a soundtrack of his travails as he raced around to his room.

Squall breathed a huge sigh of relief when he finally gained his room and shut and locked the door behind him, while the scores of women out in the hall called out their protests.