Burst Angel: Rising Wings
By atfirstdawn

*All characters owned by Gonzo
*Mature content warning

*Note; check the description below for a link to a kinky image of Jo and Meg if you are unfamiliar with the characters from the Burst Angel anime series.


The stone floor of the factory glistened with blood under the moonlight which sliced through the broken glass windows. Stepping over numerous twitching bodies, Jo made her way to the back of the factory and towards Sorin...

Sorin crawled over the blood-lashed floor, his hands slipping in the deep pools of red flowing from the corpses around him. He had run for cover when Jo had gone off like a fire-cracker from hell and even then he had still managed to get himself shot.

He could hear Jo’s heavy footsteps behind him growing closer, but he still had a pawn on the board, the girl; the one Jo had come for. Sorin’s hand reached up from the floor and touched the iron gate leading to the old elevator that would take him down to the girl, he could still use her for ransom, her life in exchange for his. The iron gate rattled with Sorin's desperate attempts to open it, he pulled and pulled and hoped that the lock, to which he no longer had the key for, would break and grant him access...

While struggling furiously, Sorin's eyes suddenly widened as the still-hot barrel of Jo’s gun singed the skin on the back of his hairless head…

“Where is she?” asked Jo with a rage-flecked tone.

“B-below… t-t-take the elevator… she’s in the last room on the l-l-left…”

Without a word Jo pressed the barrel of her gun harder against the back of Sorin's bald head.

“P-please… I’ve told you where she is! Don’t do it… There’s so much we could achieve together, just, just, just let me study you, let me h-harness your powers… together we would be uns-s-stoppable, you want to end injustice in this lawless world… w-we can do it together…”

“Heard it.”

The single gunshot echoed throughout the factory and threatened to break what was left of the windows with its reverberations.

Jo kicked Sorin’s body aside, shot the lock, summoned the elevator, slammed the iron gate behind her and descended into the underground.


***


The gunfight had sounded like a thunderstorm above Meg's head, and even though she knew that the storm had signalled the arrival of Jo, her guardian angel, Meg had still found herself biting down on her gag for comfort. Despite spending most of her youth and young adulthood by Jo's side violently ending the reigns of criminal corporations, crime syndicates and bio-engineered monsters, the sound of gunfire still terrified her.

She knew that Jo could handle herself, she knew that Jo had brought the wrath of hell down upon her captors, but she still couldn't help fearing for her best friend's safety as the thunderstorm above her head had raged on.
Jo was someone that Meg couldn't lose, she couldn't imagine her life without Jo after so long by her side. Meg needed her, she was her best friend, her guardian angel, her protector and she loved her.

As the thunderstorm above her head slowly quelled, Meg, unable to think anything but the worst, found herself struggling to hold back the tears in her eyes which had welled up behind her blindfold...

Meg's dark and lonely world fell silent for what felt like hours until a single gun shot echoed above her and caused her heart to pang with a painful and all-encompassing sense of dread...  


***


As she entered and began to make her way through the labyrinthine underground, Jo had expected mounted machine gun turrets, trip-wire explosives or at least a handful of hired goons with some noisy semi-automatics waiting to gun her down, but instead she had found nothing other than silence.

Still, Jo kept her fingers on their triggers as she kicked down the steel door leading to the last room on the left...

Leading with her guns as she entered the room, Jo held tight on to her weapons and surveyed the cell-like stone room.
No turrets, no explosives or goons waiting to gun her down, nothing. No ambush, no ace in the hole, Sorin really had been out of his depth.

The room had been wholly empty, save for Meg's bound, gagged and blindfolded form...

Upon seeing the image of her best friend in such a helpless and degrading situation, Jo felt her heart skip a beat and her cheeks flush with a thick heat. Jo was no stranger to seeing Meg in varying levels of bondage, so much so that she had become accustomed to the sight of it and almost numb to it, though she had never had a strong physical reaction to it until now.

Standing motionless for moments on end as she tried to understand the increasingly overpowering reservoir of intense physical yearning that had suddenly been unleashed within her, Jo's eyes drank in every irresistible detail of the sight they beheld in front of them.
She had seen Meg bound and gagged numerous times before, tape, chains, rope, she had seen it all, and while most of those items were present, Jo concluded that it was Meg's forced positioning that had irrevocably enticed her.

Knelt, legs open, with her ankles tied to her thighs by thick leather straps, her arms folded and bound at the wrists and elbows behind her back, which forced her chest and ample breasts forward, chained to a low hanging pipe via a sturdy chain which had been fed through a hook on the S&M collar that had been fastened around her slender neck, ball gagged and blindfolded... Jo could only describe Meg's predicament as welcoming...

Growing fearful of the heavy silence, Meg moaned and struggled within her bonds, rattling the chain against the pipes above her.
Emerging from her intimate thought-driven reverie, Jo took her first shaking and uncertain steps towards Meg and knelt down in front of her with her heart in her throat.
Flinching and cowering away as best she could at the sudden sensation of an unknown assailant's touch against the skin of her warm cheek, Meg mewled into her gag and violently shook her head until Jo's wavering voice met her ears with words of reassurance.  

Unbuckling the blindfold, Jo deftly slid the thick leather from Meg's eyes and threw it aside. Upon seeing Jo after slowly opening her tear filled eyes, Meg's lips seemed to smile over the almost too-large ball gag between her teeth. Then, without warning, Meg threw herself into Jo and pressed her head against her shoulder as she cried tears of relief and joy.

Barely able to find the sense to move, Jo raised her arms and hugged her still-bound best friend as she wept, burying a hand into her hair in attempt to comfort her. Waves of lightning washed through Jo's stunned body and mind as she felt Meg's ample breasts and slender torso press closer and closer against her, close enough so that Jo could feel her own rapidly beating heart thudding against both her breasts and Meg's. Kneeling paralysed with her beautiful, distraught and helpless best friend, Jo was all too aware of her own increasingly dry mouth, burning skin and the cold sweat forming on her brow with the increasing urge to ravage Meg's bound body.
 
Eventually, Meg slowly and softly pushed herself out from Jo's warm embrace.
Releasing her friend, Jo's hand moved from Meg's hair to the buckle which fastened the cruel straps of the ball gag in Meg's mouth. feeling the cold metal against her warm finger tips caused Jo's hand to stop dead and a wavering breath to escape her lips.

Confused, Meg's eyes scanned Jo's paralysed body and studied her conflicted expression, until she correctly identified Jo's plight.

Meg had never felt safer with anyone but Jo, Jo had always been there for her, she had always been the strong one, the first to run into battle to protect her, the first to give chase to rescue her, the first to hold her with love and affection... In all of their years together, Meg had never seen Jo show any kind of weakness during times of violence or romance, but now Meg was seeing Jo as she had never seen her before; paralysed, weak and confused. And now, after so many years, Meg suddenly knew that this was her chance; her chance to come to the rescue of her guardian angel, her chance to save Jo from weakness.

With a deep moan and a fluid movement, Meg pushed her body up against Jo's and slid her ample breasts playfully back and forth Jo's.
Regaining her focus, Jo snapped back to reality and flinched at Meg's suggestive movements. Shooting a glance towards Meg and staring into her eyes with a shocked expression, Jo watched her friend smile from behind her gag once more as she slid her breasts against Jo's once more, this time with an added playful and wordless moan...

Sighing with a deep and longing breath, Jo pressed herself into Meg, coiled her arms around her and slid her fingertips over the exposed skin of Meg's back. Tracing her fingertips over Meg's body, Jo's hands finally found Meg's head and hair. With a playful tug, Jo pulled Meg's head to the side, exposing her neck and perfect skin. Opening her mouth, Jo delicately sank her teeth into Meg's skin and tasted the sweet sweat coating her skin. Shuddering with desire, Meg sighed and moaned from behind her gag as Jo's teeth burrowed deeper into her skin. With her body surging with desire, Meg pushed against the bonds binding her arms and legs to increase the sensation of her helpless distress at the hands of her ravenous guardian angel.
Feeling Jo's hands move from her head and hair and to her breasts, Meg moaned once more with a thick moan which filled her mouth and was overcome with the throbbing and crippling desire for Jo slide her hands from her breasts and further down her body.  

Meg's long and deep lustful groans lit a fire within Jo's heart making her feel like a restless and caged animal. Running both of her hands from Meg's breasts, to her slender stomach and then to her waist, Jo took a moment to look into her captive's eyes. The fire within her was still burning, intensifying beyond anything Jo had ever felt before.

Meg drank in Jo's wild-yet-loving expression and watched as her guardian angel's mouth motioned closer and kissed her chest, then her breasts and then her stomach...

Feeling the clothing around her hips and thighs being ripped away and feeling Jo's lips and teeth upon her once more soon after, Meg leaned her head back, closed her eyes and moaned loud enough for Jo to know just how much she loved her.