Sailors Enslaved
                       Sailor Moon Hentai fan-fiction
                     by Dr. Allosaurus (allosaur@mcs.net)

                             ** WARNING!! **
This story contains scenes of intense violence and sexual situations of the sort
found in some of the nastier Japanese fan comics. If such fantasies offend
you, please skip this story.

Usual disclaimers apply: noncommercial fan use only, don't read if the law
says you shouldn't, don't ask for e-mail reposts, because I'll say no, etc.
Comments and criticisms are always welcome though.

                         ** CHAPTER EIGHT **

   Raye examined herself critically in the tall mirror of her
prison/suite's bathroom. She was beginning to hate her body for healing as
quickly as it did. Scarcely a day had passed and all marks of being
gang-raped had vanished from her flesh.
   That itself seemed... unfair. Surely the abuse she'd been enduring
entitled her to a few scars. Couldn't she even just fall to pieces, go mad
from this treatment?
   Raye leaned forward to press her forehead against the cold surface of the
mirror and stared into her own eyes. Even... if she wanted to go mad... to
break... she had no idea how one went about such things. If this mixture of
gilded cage and violation was Gel's way of wearing her down.... Well,
then they still had a long struggle ahead of them.
   She sighed and walked to a cupboard-like panel beside the bathing stall.
In it, each day, she found what clothing they had chosen to provide her
with.
   Raye opened it and looked in puzzlement. Today there was not the usual
simple dress or jump-suit, but instead a bundle of white fabric, which
turned out to be a body-suit or leotard of a tough but stretchy material.
   Yesterday's clothes had been tossed into the same cupboard, so it was
this body-suit or go nude in the cold of her room.
   It slid on easily, fitting perfectly. Toothless zippers sealed at her
touch. Out in the main room she looked herself over, stretching and bending.
It wasn't that bad, she had to admit.
   Her heart jumped in instant reflex at the sound of the outer door sliding
open. The noise was becoming a cold stab every time she heard it.
   Raye spun on a heel and saw, not Gel, but another Shreen, a man. His tall
body was almost entirely covered by a mesh and web-work of cables and wires,
woven into a thick sheath of armor.
   Raye stood tense and defensive.
   The Shreen glanced over at her. "You are to come with me," he said.
   Silence for several moments.
   "And if I don't?" Raye asked harshly.
   "Then... it's possible that we may both be standing here for an extended
period of time. Or...."
   "Or you may beat me unconscious and drag me out by my hair."
   "That's possible," the Shreen said with a nod. "Are you more curious about
that, or about finding out where I'm supposed to take you?"
   They stared at each other for another minute or two, until Raye looked
away, shaking her head. "Where?"
   The Shreen stepped to one side and waved one hand at the open doorway.
   Approaching cautiously, Raye peered and.... Well, if she was going to be
shown new scenery it wouldn't immediately: the corridor outside was blocked
by a squat vehicle of some sort, a rear hatch standing open.
   The Shreen was standing a pace behind her. Raye gestured inside with her
thumb and he nodded once more.
   The vehicle vibrated and began to move as soon has the hatch swung down
and latched closed. Inside would have been cramped for a Shreen, but it was
roomy enough for Raye.
   Why this change in routine or where they were going, Raye had no idea. So
many mysteries and so many terrible things had happened recently she found
it hard to engage her critical faculties, or much of anything beyond brute
endurance. Maybe she was going mad after all.
   Her sense of the passing of time had certainly been scrambled by her
captivity. She still thought in terms of days, but with only endless stars
above her in the transparent ceiling, she had no real idea how long she'd
been in that damn room. Guessing how long this ride was taking was
impossible. Ten minutes? Half-an-hour? From listening to Gel and from the
videos she'd scanned, Raye believed the Shreen space station must be many
miles across. They could be taking her anywhere.
   She did notice when the vehicle came to a slow stop. A moment passed, and
the hatch clicked and swung open.
   Outside was... another corridor. Obviously she was supposed to get out
and so she did. There was no sign of any advantage mulish obstinacy might
gain her.
   The hexagonal passage of steel and white ceramic ended in wide
double doors that slid open as Raye approached.
   Beyond was a large, very tall chamber. It rose up several stories, the
walls ringed with platforms and alcoves. Metal bars, some singular, some in
clusters and complex intersecting arrangements, jutted from all surfaces at
randomly distributed locations.
   If this was, if Raye's immediate, obvious guess was true, some sort of
torture chamber, it was a very brightly lighted... and padded one.
   Over in one corner of the complicated room was Gel, rooting through a
locker-like compartment in a wall. She wore the same sort of white
body-suit as Raye.
   The doorway Raye stood in was on a ledge about five feet above the
main floor.
Gel walked over and called up to her.
   "Raye. Hello."
   "What is this, Gel?" she asked sternly. She walked over to the edge,
hearing, without surprise, the doors close behind her.
   "You have," Gel said, "been in your room for some time now. I've seen
you do some exercises. I though you might like a chance at a real workout."
   Raye glanced around the chamber. "So this is your private gymnasium,
then?"
   "Private when I want it to be. The Shreen Elite enjoy privileges.
Now, are you going to just stay up there?"
   Raye frowned, then leapt of the ledge to the springy padded floor. She
moved no closer to the Shreen though.
   Gel stood a moment, then headed back to the locker.
   "What is it you do here then," Raye asked, "for exercise?"
   Gel brought over a pair of long staves. She tossed one to Raye who caught
in reflexively.
   "We spar," Gel answered.
   The weapon consisted of a pole of slightly flexible plastic, with
blunt metal caps on each end. Raye tossed the staff between her hands and
spun it a few times. Most of the weight was in the metal tips. The shaft,
smooth to look at, was easy to grip, almost adhering to one's palms, like
iron to a magnet.
   "Ready?" asked Gel.
   "I never said I was going to play," replied Raye.
   "This isn't play."
   Raye jumped to one side as Gel lunged forward with the tip of her staff.
She swung the weapon around in a wide arc which Raye easily parried.
   Raye took a defensive stance herself, glaring with bright eyes at Gel.
"All right then," she said, "what are the rules?"
   "Rules?" said Gel.
   The bigger woman advanced again, holding the staff in the middle, and
using her hips and shoulders to swing the metal ends at Raye. It brought her
in close to Raye, but the strikes came so quickly Raye only had time to
block each one, with no chance to move offensively herself.
   She tried to back away to get more room, but Gel kept on coming. The
Shreen was strong, very strong. But Raye could already tell that her big
muscular body slowed her. Even in her current condition, Raye felt she was
probably faster.
   She was being pushed back to the opposite side of the room and would soon
be up against a wall. She looked up quickly. No rules, eh?
   Raye let one of Gel's swings hit her staff almost of out her hands; she
stumbled back. Gel took the apparent advantage and shifted her grip,
preparing a single, double handed blow -- a devastating one, but one that took
her too long to ready.
   Raye leapt up, grunting at the effort a simple five-foot standing jump
took and caught with her free hand one of the metal bars that protruded from
the wall.
   She kicked her legs up, swinging her body just over Gel's staff as it
whooshed through the space she had been standing in and instant before.
   Gel was left off balance, almost falling forward. As Raye's body swung
back down again, she tensed her legs, let go of the pole, slammed her feet
into the small of Gel's back and jumped forward, using the Shreen like a
springboard.
   Tumbling once in mid air, she landed, turned around, and held her staff
at the ready.
   Gel had managed to neither fall or crash into the wall herself. She was
slow compared to Raye, but no blundering ox. She quickly recovered and faced
Raye again.
   "Not bad," Gel said. "This is the most basic of experience isn't it?
Conflict. The infinite universe reduced to attack and defense. Exhilarating,
yes?" She swung her staff into position for another lunge.
   Raye let hers fall to the floor. "You... You may get a kick it of
this, but it *is* a game. Your fucking game...."
   "What?"
   "What kind of conflict is it, when *you* control how strong I am, when I
am just a doll you're playing with?"
   Gel rose from her stance. She seemed to concentrate for a moment.
   Raye gasped and took a step back.
   "There," said Gel. "I've given you about 50% of your paranormal strength
and agility."
   Raye shook her head in disgust. "You don't *get* it. Fifty percent!
Seventy-five! Ninety-nine point nine-nine-nine! What *difference* does
it make if you're the one in control?"
   Gel thought for a moment. She then held out her right hand, palm forward.
Raye didn't understand for a moment, but then saw the thick metal ring on
one of Gel's thick fingers. Gel then pulled it off, and tossed it to Raye.
   "That," Gel began, "is the external interface unit for the bio-siphon
that drains your power."
   It was just a featureless bit of blackish metal. Raye looked up and
shook her head.
   "The control mechanism for it though," Gel continued, "is accessible
only through here...." She turned her head, and lifted up her braid of white
hair. She tapped a small ceramic dot at the base of her skull.
   "It's a cybernetic link. Effective. Secure."
   "And the point being?"
   "The point..." Gel turned around and looked hard into Raye's eyes. "Is
that if you want me to restore all your power... you are going to have to
*make* me."
   Raye laughed humorlessly. "Like you'd give me enough strength to be able
to do that."
   "How about then...." Gel abruptly turned and walked back over to the
lockers. She returned with a thick black band, a few inches thick and a
couple feet long. She held it out to Raye.
   "Take it."
   Raye let her drop the thing into her hand. It was heavy -- remarkably
heavy. Its dark surface seemed all tight, dense coils of unknown material.
   "That is a low power, training version of Shreen cyber-morph armor, Raye.
I thought you might be interested in seeing how it functioned."
   "Why should I want to use one of your toys?"
   "It would be entirely under your control and... I don't see you as the
type of warrior who would turn down any advantage an enemy might offer her."
   Gel made a few gestures indicating the thing was meant to be worn around
the waist.
   Raye gasped.
   "Activation for the first time may be a little... disconcerting," Gel
said.
   As soon as Raye had wrapped the band around her, it instantly began
to unravel, sprouting dozens of tendrils and branching fibers that crawled
up and around her body.
   "The suit you wear," Gel was explaining, "will serve as a basic template,
but the cm-module will react and adapt to you personally. It is far more than
just a protective layer."
   Raye's distress soon turned to fascination as she watched the cables and
webs grow. They mostly concentrated on covering her torso, with a
few dividing tendrils running out along her limbs to her wrists and ankles.
   The growth and branching slowed.
   "There," said Gel, "That wasn't so --"
   She stopped as she noticed a pulse run through the material and another
wave of growth start up. More fibers and thinner wires were sprouting,
but rather than covering more of Raye's body, they seemed to be
weaving themselves into additions and details....
   A wide collar around her shoulders, a short skirt around her hips,
ribbon-like extensions at her chest and lower back that tied themselves
into wide bows...
   Gel looked on wide-eyed for a moment, then nodded slowly. "That your
bio-astral field is so strong... isn't exactly a surprise...."
   Raye herself was feeling the pressure of the armor on her body. The
weight had seemed to vanish as the mass was distributed, but there was a
sense of... presence to it.
   Gel was in an attack stance once again -- and was charging towards her
with an unexpected burst of speed. Raye picked up her staff to deflect the
blow, knocking it to one side, while pushing herself off in the other.
   She *was* stronger. Seeing an opening she attacked with a lunge
that Gel managed to smash down only at the last moment.
   Thinking this a technique worth exploring, Raye started circling Gel,
using her speed to swing at the big woman's sides, and forcing her to turn
along with her.
   But Gel suddenly dropped low and rushed forward straight into Raye. She
took a blow across her wide back, but it was only a glancing one, her
shoulder ramming into Raye much harder.
   Raye hit the floor, and only recovered in time to see Gel above, her
staff raised high, and but roaring down fast. She rolled to one side as the
metal tip slapped down hard beside her head. Another roll to avoid a
matching swing on the other side.
   She kicked out with out thinking, catching Gel on the shin. She slid away
quick... and noticed she actually seemed to have hurt the Shreen, who was
clutching at her leg.
   Wasting no time though, Raye jumped up to another set of the over-hanging
bars. She easily reached them, swung up, and jumped again to a protruding
ledge some thirty feet away.
   Stronger. Stronger she realized, than she had ever been as Sailor Mars.
   "This," she said to herself, "must be what it's like to be Lita...."
   That thought hung in her mind, going nowhere, blocking anything else.
   Snarling she looked down and saw Gel was climbing up to an opposite
ledge. She couldn't leap like Raye, but had little trouble pulling herself
up the bars and hand holds.
   Seeing no reason why she shouldn't, Raye raised her staff high and with a
shout jumped high into the air in a great arc, to come rushing down onto Gel
who was only now getting to her feet on the ledge.
   Her staff was up quickly enough to take the blow, but the force of the
impact buckled her arms and sent her staggering back. Raye had recovered
almost instantly, swung a follow-up blow to Gel's thigh, and, letting go
of the staff with one hand, punched her hard in the stomach.
   Gel gasped as her breath was knocked out of her, stumbled back further,
and toppled of the ledge entirely, striking the floor with a muffled impact a
second later.
   Raye cherished no illusions about how this might have hurt the Shreen.
With a couple carefully hops she brought herself to floor level. Gel was
just getting to her feet. No doubt the padded floor was meant to protect from
falls from even higher up.
   Gel was smiling. "You're probably feeling stronger all the time, aren't
you Raye? I told you, the cm-armor responds to your needs. And that's only
a child's version. A fully-powered version makes you feel like an army."
   Raye couldn't deny the power that was coiled in her every muscle now....
Yet, it was so unlike what she felt as a Sailor Scout. This.... It was more
like her body, strong as it was, as quick and responsive, was becoming more
like a machine she was directing, rather than her own self.
   Gel was attacking again, Raye moved to defend, and soon they were
circling each other, trading blows, fencing with the metal-tipped staves.
   "Is it just because you have these toys," Raye said, between heavy
breaths, "that you Shreen think you are so wonderful, so worth of crushing
anybody who has what you want?"
   "We..." Gel paused. She was breathing a little heavily herself. This was
the first time Raye could recall seeing a Shreen having to make a physical
effort. "Have you watched any more of the historical videos I gave you?"
   "A few," Raye said, feeling no reason to lie.
   "You've seen.... I've told you, the Shreen weren't always as we are.
And... the day may come when we are something else yet again."
   Gel made a particularly powerful lunge, which Raye just barely avoided.
She kicked at Gel's leg as she stepped past, tripping her. Gel tumbled, but
came up out of the roll ready and blocked a crushing strike of Raye's with
the length of her staff. Each pushed, they matched strength for strength....
   "We..." Gel said, strain in her voice, "I told you once that these days
we more often do security or mercenary work for other races, rather than
raiding worlds as we used to."
   She pushed Raye off finally, and rose to her feet.
   "Lord-Captains such as Arlen," Gel continued, "who still think in the old
ways -- attack, plunder, loot, and sell -- their days are passing. Arlen's
failure in attacking your world is proof that he is extending himself too much,
that he is past his prime."
   Raye felt rather tired herself. She could feel the armor refreshing
itself, and her, but it needed a moment, so Raye began to jump up to the
surrounding ledges and platforms.
   Gel followed, cautiously, keeping a distance.
   "The day will come, Raye," she called, "when I shall be promoted to
Lord-Captain, and have a Shreen troop of my own. It will be long before I
have the status and connections of Arlen, but still I will be able to seek
my own way, answerable only to the Imperial-General himself."
   They were near the top of the tall chamber. Raye still felt unready for
another confrontation, and so began to retreat downward -- only to be startled
when Gel made a leap of her own, dropping on to her platform hard enough to
shake it, her pillar legs absorbing the impact.
   "It may be, Raye, that the time has come for the Shreen to seek a new way,
to use our power, not just for profit but... to build something. Perhaps find
a world... and start a way of life, a... nation... that will continue on,
growing, become something that will truly last."
   Raye had backed up against the wall, staff in front of her, equally ready
to parry or leap off the ledge depending on Gel's next move. Gel, showing
more signs of weariness, was not maintaining a particularly strong defense.
Several possible attack moves suggested themselves....
   But Raye only asked: "Is that... what you want then?"
   "I think about it a lot now.... It would not be easy. But I could do it....
Especially... if I had you at my side Raye."
   Raye sneered a little. "At your side... you mean...."
   "Raye..." Gel made a long slow breath. "The more I know of you, the more
you are in my heart. The fire that is in each of us is so much the same, and
I know we should be together, as one...."
   "That means so much to me...," Raye said, "coming from someone who can tie
me up and fuck my brains out any time she feels like it."
   A flicker of pain crossed Gel's flushed face. "Raye... the thought of you
never leaves me... I have to be able to... touch you, to let you know that I
exist."
   "That's what you've been trying to do all this time?"
   "If it...," Gel closed her eyes, "if it has meant hurting you, defiling
you... yes, I had to try that."
   "And you get off on it? It gives you satisfaction, doing that to me?"
    Gel looked up. "No... It doesn't...."
   Raye moved in, striking hard with the staff. Gel was slower than ever,
and once again, Raye was able to push her off the ledge.
   Gel managed to control her fall by grabbing several of the bars
protruding from the walls. She swung up to dampen her inertia, let go,
dropped to a ledge, bounced off that, and dropped to the floor far below.
She might have been tiring, but she was far from exhausted.
   Raye made her own way down, and Gel was ready for her, aggressively
attacking. They danced around the floor again, but gave no breath to
discussion. Raye had to strain to hold off Gel's blows, the Shreen was still
stronger than she was and knew how to use her mass.
   Yet... after the first few flurries, Raye could tell Gel's swings were
weakening: she was reaching her limits. Raye felt like she was getting a
good second wind.
   Almost without noticing it Raye charged into a pause in Gel's attacks,
and managed a solid strike against the Shreen's chin. Gel staggered back with a
grunt. Blood dripped onto the white floor from a cut across Gel's face.
   Again she attacked hard, but faded even quicker. Raye started to tag her
repeatedly, leaving red-stained tears in Gel's body suit, on her shoulders,
hip, and back.
   A well-timed feint distracted Raye and Gel dropped and swept out with a
kick at Raye's legs. But she faltered in mid-motion. Raye jumped up high,
arcing over Gel, and, upon landing, immediately swung her staff with all her
strength into Gel's side. Something gave way underneath the thick muscle and
Gel made a sharp hiss. She staggered, tried to regain her balance, but then
toppled over, holding her side.
   Raye did not immediately advance, but Gel still slid away across the
floor as quickly as she could. She reached a wall, and started pushing
herself up against it.
   Raye now came closer, her eyes blazing. Gel had dropped her staff and now
could only use her forearms to ward off the lashing blows Raye sent down on
her.
   "Why...." Raye said, panting, taking a step back.
   Gel lowered her battered arms -- and Raye immediately thrust her
staff up under Gel's chin, pushing her head back against the wall.
   "Why --" she repeated. "Why are you.... What...." Her voice was growing
louder. "What do you want me to do?" she screamed at last. "Kill you?!"
   "No," Gel said, choking a little. "Fuck me...."
   "What?!"
   Gel's fingers closed around one of Raye's wrists. She pulled the hand up
and placed it on her chest. "Rape me... as I've done to you all those times."
   "No!" Raye shouted, though her fingers were digging in Gel's heavy
breast.
   "Then...," Gel said hoarsely, "it... never ends. For either of us Raye. We
are both just nothing. Just two tiny cries in the great scream of agony that
is the universe.... If we are to have a destiny... we must pass through the
gate of hatred... together."
   "No!" She stepped back. Gel started to slump towards her, but Raye shoved
her aside and let her fall to the floor.
   Gel lay there for several moments, coughing, and then looked up over
her shoulder at Raye. "I see..." she said, "that you remember the first
first time... I hurt you...." There was a trace of a smile on her lips.
   Raye felt a knew surge of fury at this outrage.... But then she noticed
what Gel was referring to.  The armor was in motion.... It was drawing itself
in from her limbs and concentrating about her waist... and lower...
   "You... you can't lie to yourself, Raye," Gel said between gasps. "You
know it is the only way for you... for us...."
   Gel started to pull herself up to her hands and knees as Raye stood,
staring in disbelief as a dark gnarled phallus extended from her groin. Like
the rest of the armor, it wasn't just a thing.... She felt herself in it and it
answering to her.
   Was... this something she was anticipating, something she was actually
doing, or something she was remembering having had done? The question
seemed to have no meaning. It was a door flung open into white silence. "I
will do this," "I won't do this" weren't there. It was free fall.
   She threw the staff way and grabbed the cloth around Gel's hips. She tore
and pulled and ripped it away, and then with her hands tight on Gel's
waist, thrust herself up between her legs, using brute strength to force her
way in.
   Gel inhaled deeply but her subsequent scream broke into a prolonged rasping.
   The strange material of the armor transmitted every sensation into Raye,
as if it was her own flesh tearing into Gel, stretching and battering. She
slammed her hips into Gel's, quaking the Shreen's heavy body. She tried to
return each blow her own body had taken, but even that wouldn't be enough.
   Gel was making only a series of gasping moans, barely able to catch
her breath. She tried to turn to catch Raye's eyes once, but Raye grabbed
the long braid of hair and jerked Gel's head back.
   She continued to pull on the hair with one hand and clutch Gel's hip with
the other. Her own thighs were being bruised by the force of her thrusts as
she tried to drive herself deeper inside the shuddering body beneath
her.
   Gel's cries were getting louder and quicker until they merged in one
continuous shriek. A great rippling spasm shook her huge form, almost
tossing Raye off her.
   But an answering surge of sensation flooded through the artificial phallus
and into Raye's groin, like burning metal up her spine and out the length of
her limbs. She clawed at Gel's flesh, ripping bloody gouges, her own cry
joining with Gel's to echo up and down the tall room...
   Raye did not so much withdraw from Gel as shove the larger woman away,
so that she collapsed face down on the floor. Gel still moaned softly with
each heavy breath and her thighs were splattered with dark blood from the
damage Raye had caused by ripping into her.
   Her orgasm had not so much been a thing of pleasure, as a solid wall that
had crashed into her. The cyber-morph armor was  re-weaving itself, coiling
back into a thick belt. The sheath of strength it had given faded as well,
but as it vanished, the full physical power of Sailor Mars was left
behind. Raye had no recollection exactly when it had returned.
   Gel was stirring now, pushing herself weakly around and towards where
Raye stood. Raye stared down at her like at a bug she had failed to squish
entirely with one stamp.
   The Shreen reached out one trembling hand towards Raye's foot... and
began to gently stroke her ankle....
   "Oh, Raye," Gel whispered. "Beautiful... my beautiful Raye...."

                              TO BE CONTINUED