Edea's Revenge

Edea’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 One

It was a few days after Rinoa and Squall’s engagement had been announced. Of course the romantics in the Garden were agog with that; the rest of the population was more interested in talking about how the ‘climax’ of their initial date ended up on the Esthar Roller Derby Dome replay scoreboard.

It appeared that almost everyone knew about it, except of course for Squall; but more on that later. It was still fairly early in the morning and Edea was going through Cid’s dirty clothing in preparation of sending it to the laundry. She reached into the pocket of one of his trousers and pulled out a very small balled up piece of paper.

Quite naturally being a human being, she was curious as to what it was so she unrolled it and straightened it out in order to read it. Edea recognized the handwriting as being Xu’s and she read: “Don’t worry, I still have the situation under control and I will get the pictures back from Rinoa. Destroy this note.”

‘Now what the heck is that all about?’ Edea wondered.

Not being a fan of mysteries in general and between her and Cid in particular, Edea decided to go pay Cid a visit in his office and get to the bottom of this. Walking right in unannounced because after all she was the headmaster’s wife, Edea marched up to his desk and thrust the note into Cid’s hands as he stared at her in surprise.

“Cid, what is this all about?”

“Well…uh…that’s, that’s a note,” Cid stammered.

“Yes, I can see that, but what does the note pertain to?” Edea spoke patiently as if speaking to a small child. ‘Cid has looked awfully stressed out lately. I wonder what he’s keeping from me. Whatever could he have done now?’

“Um…some pictures.”

“Uh huh, pictures of what? And why were you worried that Rinoa had them?”

“What? Oh…it was a day outing, uh…at the beach in Balamb. Yeah, a day outing at Balamb Beach and I was worried that Rinoa might lose them. She has the only prints,” Cid finally answered.

“Are you telling me the truth, Cid?” Edea asked staring intently at him.

“Well, uh…of course, I am Edea, why would I lie about such a thing?”

“I don’t know – you tell me.”

When Cid deigned to not answer, Edea turned and left the office, but not before saying, “You mark my words, Cid. I’m going to get to the bottom of this and you’d better be telling me the truth.”

Behind her Cid thought, ‘Oh God, oh God, oh God, she’s gonna find out and when she does, she’s gonna kill me!’

As Edea rode the elevator back down to the lower floors, she weighed her choices. A person attuned to logic would think to visit Xu next; but she knew that not to be the best choice. In the first place, Xu had not signed it and she would deny that she had written it until the cows came home. The female officer would insist that someone had forged her handwriting seeking to get her in trouble.

Also Edea realized that for all of Xu’s gladhanding, the younger woman wouldn’t have given her sweat from her ‘you know where’ if Edea was dying of thirst; that’s how deep her animosity ran towards Cid’s wife.

Consequently Edea decided to go question Rinoa first; plus she realized Rinoa always did have a difficult time dissembling, and particularly with her. Edea realized she represented a maternal figure to the mother-less young woman.

Even though she understood it to be very rude, Edea decided if the door to Rinoa’s room was unlocked, she would just walk right in without knocking first. That way she could establish dominance as the mother figure that Rinoa respected so desperately and not have to hem and haw a lot about this. Edea wanted to get to the bottom of this.

Unfortunately she transposed the numbers 52 of Rinoa’s room into 25 of Quistis’s room and opened the door and waltzed into the wrong bedroom entirely; she was greeted by the rather shocking sight of Quistis standing in a rather skimpy bra and panties and whipping the figure of Seifer. He was kneeling in the center of the room completely nude, had a rubber ball taped in his mouth and his hands were handcuffed behind him.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Quistis, please forgive me. I was looking for Rinoa.”

“That’s quite alright, matron,” Quistis coolly replied. “Rinoa is in room 52.”

“Melf me matrom,” Seifer spoke in a muffled voice due to the rubber ball stuck in his usual active mouth.

“Yes, good morning to you too, Seifer.” Edea smiled at him. “Then I’ll just be going and leave you to play with your little friend there.”

“Thank you, m’am,” Quistis responded. “Could you please be as kind as to lock the door on the inside on your way out?”

“Certainly my dear, and again, so sorry to have disturbed you,” Edea replied, while locking the door as requested and stepping back out into the hallway.

Edea arched an eyebrow as she thought, ‘I guess those disturbing rumors I heard about Quistis were true, but she’s correct as far as one thing; Seifer has been naughty lately and needed to be punished.’

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One hour before Edea rudely blundered into the wrong room, Quistis had decided the same thing – that Seifer was in need of some punishment. Granted both sides had used Seifer in their quest for revenge, but Quistis was certain Rinoa had never meant for Seifer to flood the internet with obscene pictures of Xu.

And yes Xu had wanted Seifer to remove the blur from the show based on the tape made from Rinoa’s experiences in her office that morning in order to force Rinoa to return the photo’s of her and Cid having sex, but Xu never expected him to sell thousands of the tapes online in a short couple of hours thereby pocketing a great deal of money from it.

Seifer appeared not to notice that he was acting extremely glib and riding high, wide, and handsome and heading straight for a fall; one that she hoped to facilitate. Luckily enough for Quistis, she ran into Seifer in the cafeteria at breakfast.

Stepping in front of him as he was leaving, Quistis ran her gloved hand up his clothed chest available through his open long military coat. “Why don’t you stop by my room this morning? I have some things you could adjust for me,” she cooed.

Seifer actually gulped, the blonde woman almost laughed in his face. ‘Men are so easy,’ she thought.

Quistis turned and walked away. She knew he’d be there, her biggest concern was getting a substitute for her class. The instructor could feel another ‘migraine’ coming on.

Sure enough, fifteen minutes later there was a knock on Quistis’ door and when she opened it, Seifer came waltzing in. ‘I’ll just have to take him down a peg or two right away,’ she realized.

“You wanted to see me?” he sneered.

“Take your coat off,” Quistis ordered in her most authoritarian voice.

“I will not, make me,” Seifer retorted.

“Fine,” she grinned evilly at him causing Seifer to have a second’s misgiving before regaining his total egoist position.

Quistis knelt down, pulled ‘Save the Queen’ from beneath her bed and stood back up again. “Take your coat off,” she ordered again.

“Fuck you Trepe!” Seifer angrily retorted.

CRACK! Snap! Slash! Crackle! Tatter! Pop! Quistis’s whip first tore Seifer’s beloved coat to ribbons and then completely pulled it off. Meanwhile the rest of his clothing was just barely hanging from him in tatters. Blood was leaking from various wounds on Seifer, but there was nothing serious or life threatening as of yet.

Seifer didn’t appear so smug right then. In fact he was all hunched over in pain and in an attempt to protect the rest of his clothing and to stop Quistis from observing his pending nudity.

“Stand up!” Quistis demanded.

When Seifer ignored her, Quistis slashed with ‘Save the Queen’ one time tearing away what remained of his black bikini and nicking his penis.

“Ow!” he sobbed. “Stop it!”

Quistis answered by flicking her whip at him three more times leaving him completely naked. “Stand up!” she ordered again. This time he complied.

Quistis commanded, “Take my blouse and skirt off, and be gentle!”

Soon Quistis stood before him in her skimpy scanties and her high heels. “Now call me mistress,” she demanded.

“Get bent, I ain’t calling you no mistress.”

Quistis brought her knee up suddenly and explosively right into his groin, which culminated in Seifer writhing on the floor on her bedroom moaning. She took three items off her dresser and knelt down by Seifer. “Sorry,” she spoke gleefully. “That hurt you more than it did me, hehe.”

Quistis stuck the ball into Seifer’s opened moaning mouth and then wrapped duct tape around and round his head. She then forced him up to his knees and handcuffed his hands behind his back. She had just regained her feet and her weapon when Edea unexpectedly arrived in her room.

After Edea had left, Quistis commented, “Well, that was fun wasn’t it? It’s always nice to receive visitors.”

Seifer responded, “Mo, pat pucked,”

“Haha! Will you promise to be a good boy, if I take that ball out?”

Seifer practically bobbed his head off nodding yes in affirmation.

After pulling the duct tape off and relishing in Seifer’s cry of pain of the tape being ripped from his face and hair, she then removed the ball from his mouth. After flexing his lips open and closed, Seifer began to gulp air as though he was an asthmatic although Quistis realized he wasn’t. Perhaps it was psychological, she wondered.

Quistis quickly arose to her feet. When he began to stand up, she ordered him to remain kneeling on the floor. Quistis could tell Seifer didn’t like it, but he had learned to obey her.

“Now come over here on your knees,” the blonde woman instructed him.

When he was slowing in responding in order to display his defiance, she cried out, “Now!” while flying ‘Save the Queen’ around his flat behind and flicking it hard once drawing blood!

“Ow!” the young man shouted, while moving quickly up to her on his chest and knees.

“What do you call me?” Quistis inquired.

Sweat broke out on Seifer’s forehead as he wrestled with himself to find the proper answer beginning to become very frightened at the pain her weapon could inflict.

“Well, I’m waiting.”

“Mistress,” Seifer blurted out.

“Very good,” Quistis praised.

Seifer let loose with an audible sigh of relief.

“Take my panties off,” Quistis directed.

This meant that Seifer had to struggle on his knees to get as close as possible to the beautiful woman in order to grasp her panties’ waistband with his teeth. Being truly frightened of that damn whip, Seifer was extra careful with carrying out his mistresses’ request and pulled them down to her feet and then off her body completely.

Seifer knelt in front of her looking all the world as if he were some kind of a perverted snake who had just stolen some panties. Quistis giggled and she took pity on him taking the panties out of his mouth and flinging them over on her bed.

“Eat me out,” Quistis ordered.

Seifer immediately fell to his task, his tongue flicking out at anywhere he could reach in the desired area. Quistis stood with her legs as far apart as she could greatly expediting the matter in front of the blond young man.

As Seifer began to seriously lap inside of the blonde woman’s fully distended already dripping wet labia, Quistis ordered, “My clit! Do my clit.”

Seifer quickly switched the attention of his tongue to Quistis’ clitoris. He made his tongue as narrow and hard as possible and was banging it into her clit as quickly as he could.

“Oh! Oh God, that feels so good,” Quistis cooed, writhing her body so Seifer could hardly keep his tongue where it needed to be to continue satisfying the woman. He couldn’t help but notice since his nose was stuck up in her twat she was already totally wet. Seifer assumed therefore Quistis would be climaxing very soon and redoubled his efforts.

The more Seifer manipulated Quistis’ clit, the closer she was becoming to orgasm. She was rubbing her hands wildly all through his hair and thrusting her clit at him rhythmically with his tongue. It was taking her so close to the edge she could hardly stand it and then suddenly her orgasm started from deep within her.

“Oh God yes! Keep going,” Quistis cried out.

She twisted and writhed in front of Seifer as her cum was forced from her in waves. God, she hadn’t felt this ecstatic in a long time. Finally her climax was finished. It was all she could to do to remain standing on her feet.

“How was that?” Seifer asked with his typical sneer running across his features.

“You forget yourself, slime ball!” Quistis warned and flicked Seifer one more time with her weapon on the head of his penis, which made quite a target because it currently was sticking out in an erection!

“Yowl!” he screamed rolling instinctively into a little ball since he couldn’t cover himself with his hands because they were still handcuffed behind him.

“Oh is little baby hurt? Let mama see,” Quistis mocked, while forcing Seifer to his feet. “Oh too bad, your thing is all bloody and I was gonna kiss it and make it all better. Well, too bad for you. Out you go,” she directed, while dragging him to the door.

“What?!!” Seifer’s usual handsome face had blanched white with fear. “You’re throwing me out into the corridor naked with my hands cuffed behind my back. Why?”

Quistis looked him dead in the eye and exclaimed, “Because I can, mwahaha! But if you want to do something for me, I’ll see what I can do.”

“What’s that?” he asked fearfully.

“Take all Xu’s pictures down off the internet. Take Rinoa’s web site down and don’t sell anymore of those hideous tapes and split your profits with Xu fifty – fifty. It’s only right. Without her help you wouldn’t have made a dime.”

“Okay,” he said with some alacrity.

“Fine, then, out you go!” Quistis explained, opening her door.

“Wait! If you’re still gonna throw me out there naked, why would I agree to do those things like you asked?”

“Oh,” the blonde woman explained, “it’s too late for this week. You will be punished this week for the things you have already done that were naughty. You’re going to do those things so I don’t punish you next week. Remember – I could whip that fine looking penis of yours to shreds.”

Seifer shuddered violently. “But I’ll tell you what I can do for you,” Quistis continued and she unlocked the handcuffs. Seifer shook out his hands and rubbed his wrists where the handcuffs had left a red impression.

“But you’re still leaving,” and Quistis opened the door, pushed Seifer out, shut and locked the door before he could make one move towards her to stop her.

He was standing directly in front of a shocked appearing Zell and his girlfriend, Akane.

‘Oh great, just what I need. Chicken-wuss and his nit wit pig-tail girlfriend from the library.’

To be continued