Sailors Enslaved Sailor Moon Hentai fan-fiction by Dr. Allosaurus (allosaur@mcs.net) ** WARNING!! ** This story contains scenes of intense sexual violence 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. ** Chapter One ** Lord-Captain Arlen bent down and picked up one of the shattered fragments of crystal. Studying it carefully he could still see a few rainbow glitters inside -- but they were fading rapidly. The Hellstrike WarpGate, masterpiece of Shreen battletech lay about him in ruins. With the Gate, Arlen could open a spatial portal across 10,000 light-years and send his legions diving onto a helpless world, to ravage and plunder. It had been such a promising planet too.. Vast resources, billions of potential slaves... Now lost to him. It was possible, at some future date, he, or another Shreen pirate fleet, might stumble on those spatial coordinates again.. But, until then there were plenty of our worlds, plenty of other victims. One failed operation meant little. The Lord-Captain let the crystal drop from his fingers. It splintered on the hard metal floor. Still, it galled him that his advance forces had been defeated by a mere 5 warriors from the target world. His lieutenant was lucky the warriors had killed him before he had to return and face Arlen's wrath. It was at least some small consolation that when the 5 warriors had collapsed the Hellstrike portal, they had been left trapped on *his* side of the space warp. Powerful as they were, they had been no match for the combined might of the Shreen legions. The Lord-Captain sighed, and walked from the chamber, kicking aside more debris. It had not been an especially profitable venture... But 5 new slaves were better than nothing... * * * Guards snapped to attention, and duty crew and slave alike prostrated themselves as the Lord-Captain strode down the corridor. The lights from overhead washed and danced across Arlen's mirror-polished armor, Reflections seemed to be absorbed and trapped within its surface before dissolving and become lost in the shifting hues. Arlen was about the step into a lift-tube when he heard a muffled but raucous laughing. Something that was not quite a smile appeared on his face and he turned towards one of the oval doors that lined the corridor. It slid open as he approached. Within was a galley for the nar-Shreen, the subhuman soldiers who filled out his legions. They sat in benches and along a wide table covered with half-eaten carcasses, spilled wine, and globs of a pulpy black substance that the nar-Shreen eat like bread. At the head of the table in a bulky chair sat Kaghstee, the recently appointed replacement Lieutenant. It was he who was laughing so loudly, his grunts of mirth unhindered by the chunk of meat he gnawed in his blunt muzzle. His eyes were bright within the armadillo-like plates of natural armor that the nar-Shreen were bred to have. Lost in their revelry, none of them had noticed the Lord-Captain's entrance, and so Arlen stood in the shadows by the door and watched. Kaghstee swallowed his mouthful and bellowed: "Where in all the pits of space has that fool gotten to! One more minute and she's the next course!" A door at the back of the galley hissed open and a pale form entered. It was a smallish female, nude save for a short kilt, and she carried a large tray of more gloppy bread. Long blond hair hung down her back and her lithe body, though spotted with more than a few bruises, was still strong and beautiful. The tray she held was massive but she managed to keep it steady. It was not enough to satisfy Lt. Kaghstee though, who snarled and clutched a small metal object in his fist. Against her will, Mina shrieked in pain. The spike-like device piercing her left aureola crackled and sent pulsing shocks of electricity through her. But she knew this game. Mina resisted the impulse to clutch her agonized breast, and held onto her tray. Staggering, she managed to make to the table, setting her burden down with a thump. The ugly beast at the head of the table glared down at her. The creature next to her at the table grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close. It rubbed the nape of her next with its stinking muzzle. "Don't know why you complain so much, lieutenant," he said, looking up, but still holding her tight. "I wouldn't complain if she were mine." Mina pushed and tried to get free... But when she slipped loose she knew it was because she had been released, not because of her own strength. "So weak," she thought to herself as she had a thousand time before. "Always so weak..." Her helplessness was made all the worse by the knowledge that she was, though stripped of uniform, still Sailor Venus. She had never dared to transform back, knowing that mortal Mina could never endure what she had suffered these past weeks. Unfortunately, endurance seemed the only sailor power she had left. Everything else seemed somehow drained... Not that she had been given much chance to rest. Another of the creatures grabbed her arm in his rough fingers and spun her around, like a child making a toy dance. The others laughed, and soon she was being passed around down the length of the table, each one spinning her, or just poking and prodding. At last she had gone completely around until she faced Kaghstee again. "Bah," said the thing. "I've gotten better service from mess-robots with half their circuit rotted away." He took a long drink from a huge flagon, and then let it crash down behind him. "Food service, just ain't the career for you, cutie," he continued. "Luckily there are other employment opinions open to you." His slab like fist came down on Mina's shoulder, knocking her to her knees. When she recovered and looked up, she saw in horror that Kaghstee had unfastened his belt and lowered his leather trousers. A knobby shaft, half plated in armor stood straight up from between his legs. Its unarmored head was round and a sickening grayish green color. "Come over here and let's have an interview, okay?" said the beast. "N...no...please..." Sailor Venus said sliding away. "WHAT?" roared Kaghstee. "After all your lessons *slave* you've forgotten Number One: you do not know that word, understand?" Giving her no time to reply, Kaghstee lunged forward and grabbed Mina's long mass of fair hair. He jerked her towards him, nearly lifting her off the ground. "Slave..." he hissed. "You should be lucky we've let you keep your tongue at all. Let me show you why!" Fingers with texture of granite closed a round Mina's nose. She thrashed, but was helpless hanging by her hair. Her eyes grew wide and finally she had no choice but to open her mouth to breathe. Kaghstee immediately grabbed the back of her head and slammed her face into his groin, thrusting his cock into her mouth. "Mmm-UMM--MMM!!" Mina tried to wail, but it was hopeless. The shaft of the thing were too tough for her to bite, even if she dared. The creature held her head in both paws now and was rocking her head up and down on its cock, pulling her back far enough that it almost popped out, and then ramming her down again, almost to his thighs. Mina's hair whipped back and forth and she had to clutch the thing's legs to steady herself enough to keep her neck from snapping as her mouth was fucked. The taste of the horrible thing sliding over her tongue and down her throat has indescribable, not like anything human. Its rough surface scraped the tissues of her mouth and she had to fight to get a chance to take a breath. Kaghstee was switching to shorter, faster strokes now, shoving his hips as much as moving her head. He hummed to himself lightly. "RRMMPH!" she said suddenly as a paw slapped her rump. "Lieutenant," said another of the creatures. "You know, they are always going on to us about efficiency and such..." He ran his finger down Mina's back and slapped her again. "There's a lot of material going to waste here..." Kaghstee chuckled. "Feel free." Mina danced on the edge of panic as she felt her kilt be torn off like tissue. "Oh god... no... " she thought. "I... oh, Serenity... don't let them... I can't take --" Multiple hands were spreading her thighs, and with no preliminaries, a blunt object began to prod between her legs, searching for its goal. "MMMM--EEEE!!!!" The thing's cock punched through her delicate lower lips and began trying to press deeper inside her. A constant pressure made little progress, so it began to thrust, sinking in a painful inch at a time. Impaled and stretched at both ends, Mina was soon being swung back and forth between her rapists as they exchanged thrusts. With almost no control of her body left, Mina sobbed and grunt in turn with each impact, her breasts bouncing and her thighs quaking. Kaghstee came first, pausing in his rhythm only a moment before a burst of hot, foul slime shot down Mina's throat. Her held her there tightly, pumping more and more into her, until her mouth was filled and the pale fluid began to leak out the edges of her bruised lips. Mina was on the verge of passing out, when the creature pulled its dripping cock from her mouth and sighed contentedly. The rape from behind continued several minutes, the creature pounding into her harder, now that he had freer movement. Mina tried to support herself on her hands, but her arms gave way and she was soon face down on the floor as the battering continued. Finally the creature made a squeaking noise and with a bone rattling thrust began to empty himself into her cunt. Slime again spurted and leaked out and when the creature withdrew, Mina collapsed completely, feeling a wet puddle spreading between her violated thighs. She managed to open one eye and saw the other creatures standing around her. They leered, and most had already removed their pants and were stroking themselves... "Lieutenant Kaghstee," a calm but commanding voice filled the room. Everyone, Mina included, looked over to see Lord-Captain Arlen stepping up to the scene. Some of the nar-Shreen quickly pulled up their pants, but others just went to attention. "My lord," said Kaghstee, bowing his head. "Lieutenant..." he glanced down at the defiled and trembling Mina. "I hope you are not going to break the new toy I have given you so soon..?" The creature laughed. "Of course not, milord. Hey! She loves it. Don't you slave?" He kicked at Mina who stayed on the floor. "I SAID--!" Kaghstee grabbed her by the hair once more and pulled her up. Taking her under one shoulder he held and turned her toward Arlen. "I said," he repeated. "Tell Lord-Captain Arlen how much you love our attentions!" Arlen looked down at Mina and gently brushed aside the disheveled hair from her cum stained face. "Yes," he said gently. "Tell me, slave." Mina slowly lifted her gaze to me that of Arlen. His pure-Shreen features, though very delicate, could pass for human. "Slave..." growled Kaghstee, tightening his grip. Mina continued to meet Arlen's gaze for several moments -- before she vomited up a great mass of undigested gruel, foul fluid, and fresh nar-Shreen semen. The mess splattered against Arlen's armor and dripped down to the floor. Coughing, Sailor Venus looked once more. "I know," she said in a raspy, but steady voice. "In such a situation it would have been more traditional to spit.. but I think I got my message across." With a roar Kaghstee wretched Mina's arm and flung her across the room with such force that, had she not been in Sailor Scout mode, most of her major bones would have shattered. She slid to the floor. The Lord-Captain walked over, her vomit still oozing off him. He reached and lifted her head and their eyes met again. In his career as Lord-Captain of the Shreen, Arlen had looked into many eyes. He had seen many things. He has seen the incipient spark of insanity that meant a slave would be good for nothing but the most minimal of tasks. He had seen the delicious, futile defiance that meant the slave would soon break and become the most precious of prizes. He had seen the hard, diamond sharp glare of one whose will would, of course, eventually break, but only shatter in doing so, and thus mean much wasted time and effort. There was no doubt in his mind about which he saw in this girl's eyes. "Kaghstee," he said, letting Mina slump down again. "My Lord! I... Please forgive this --" Arlen held up a hand. "No, Lieutenant. I must forgive you. It seems I will have to take your new toy away from you." "Milord..." "We have many distinguished guests arriving tomorrow for the main auction. I think a public execution will be a nice entertainment to greet them." The nar-Shreen nodded. "Of course, milord." "Take this one back to her cell. My Reapers will collect her in the morning." With no more words, Arlen turned and walked off. His armor had by now shrugged off the filth that soiled it, and was once against pristine and polished. * * * The sobs had reached the point of being only shuddering gasps, as Mina lay on the bare stone of her cell. She had let herself cry without restraint, because she knew they were not tears of self-pity. She had no fear for herself. Tomorrow she would die. Horribly, in pain, but it would be over. She cried only for her friends, and what they might be enduring. She had not seen them or heard a word of them, since the nar-Shreen metal battlestaff had cracked against her skull, ending the hopeless battle after the WarpGate had been destroyed. Mina could only hope that the others had already met their ends and were free from torment. Sailor Venus prayed that she was now the last of the Sailor Scouts, as she had been the first... * * * The market square, a wide dome in the center of the Shreen battle station, was a chaos of alien forms. On the lower level, most were nar-Shreen, with a few curious full Shreen. An upper balcony was lined with far stranger aliens of many bizarre forms, from dinosaur-like bipeds to something that looked like little more that a fluttering mass of ferns leaves. As the square frame to which she was bound lifted upright, Sailor Venus had a good view of this gallery of monsters. She knew that wasn't exactly a fair description; she probably looked equally monstrous to them. But being, bound nude, spread-eagled, on an execution stand, did not put her in the most charitable of moods. The frame locked into place with Mina hanging upright by her wrists and ankles. Her body was a catalog of pains, with the injuries from her rape just new additions. She felt capable on enduring what was to come, knowing that there would, eventually, be an end. The skull-masked Reapers were busy around her, preparing the instruments of her destruction. "AHHH!" she cried suddenly. A whip flicked across her stomach. "Very curious, aren't you, slave," The Lord-Captain said. He lightly stroked the strands of his whip up her thigh, across her stomach and breasts, and finally prodded her under her chin. "And Still strong, " he said as she glared down at him. "Too bad. If you were only a little less strong you would have become such a valuable commodity. Now your strength will only prolong your suffering." He struck her hard enough to leave welts across her cheek and shoulder. The Lord Captain gestured to the Reapers. He then turned and saluted the alien audience. A hissing voice stopped him as he walked away from the execution stand. "Such a disappointment, such a disappointment... "it said. Arlen turned and saw a smallish creature standing in front of the audience, looking down in dismay. It looked something like a large, bipedal rat, only with a hide that seemed equal parts spiky black quills and lengths of close meshing scales. Arlen walked over. With complete disregard for decorum, the rat thing scrambled over the railing of the balcony and hopped over to meet him. The Lord-Captain frowned at the tiny thing. "A Scarembli. I'm surprised to see one of your kind walking about away from your burrows." "And I," the thing squeaked. "Am surprised to see such terrible inefficiency from the famed Shreen." It waved a paw at the naked girl hanging above them. "Such a waste, such a waste." "I assure you, I do not intend to waste what I have here. My Reapers are experts at their work." "But all this for a mere public entertainment." The rat-thing shook its small, beady-eyed head. "Where is the fabled Shreen lust for profit, eh? Why a mundane spectacle, when there's this..." The alien shook its hand and displayed a long silver cord. Hung on the cord were a variety of sparkling red and white jewels. The Lord-Captain raised an eyebrow. "Are you... are you offering to buy this slave?" "Indeed." "And that is the price you offer?" "Correct again." "Then she is yours, Scarembli!" Without hesitation, Arlen snatched the jewels and ordered the Reapers to release Mina. "I have plenty of candidates for execution," Arlen said, as Mina was flung to the ground between them. Groaning, she managed to raise herself to her hands and knees. "But what," he continued. "Does a Scarembli want with --" The creature raised its hand. "I am here solely as an agent. A representative of the Domerel Lady Lapine." The Lord-Captain drew in his breath. "I... I had heard a Domerel Lady was visiting us." He scanned the crowd. "Is she here?" "Of course not!" the rat-thing said sharply. "I am touring your facility in her name. When I make my report, it will please her if I also bring her a gift." He grabbed a strand of Mina's hair and gnawed at it idly. "Take her, with my compliments." Arlen removed the trigger for the pain-meter in Mina's nipple and gave it to the small alien. "I have to tell you though, this one will make your lady a very poor servant." The rat-thing sighed in exasperation. He kicked Mina's arm so that the weakened girl collapsed painfully to the ground. "What pleasure would it gain milady to have a *good* servant? She'll be far more entertained by a bad one whom she can punish! Again you Shreen disappoint me!" The Lord-Captain was only amused by the thing's insult. "You'll want a leash for her I assume." The rat-thing only grumbled to itself about the stupidly of over-sized mammalian life-forms. * * * At least her new owner took very small steps, so the exhausted Sailor Venus was able to keep up with very few tugs on her humiliating leash. She had expected, once it sunk in that she would not in fact be killed this today, to be crushed by despair. Mina waited... but despair did not come. She was... relieved. Even here, even going blindly towards new, unknown torments... She wanted to live! She was Sailor Venus. She was a Sailor Scout and she had been abused, tortured, and raped, but she was not yet beaten! This twisted little rodent though still owned her. Had her by a leash like a dog. Had the control of the agonizing device still piercing her breast. Had it... Wait... In all the time she had been among the Shreen, any time she had been unbound, one of them had had the control in his hand. This... this thing though, as it led her along this dark, empty corridor... had the control on a belt around its fat waist. Was it possible... if she was fast enough... Venus lunged forward, calling on what little strength she had in her. The rat-thing squealed and dodged. "Damn!" she thought. The control was out of reach... But this horrible thing's throat was not! Mina grabbed and caught the small alien. Her trembling fingers closed around its oily neck. Did she have the strength to throttle even a tiny thing such as this? She'd find out! The rat-thing gasped and choked. Desperately it spat and tried to speak. "M...ack! Ahh.. Mina... wait.. ack.. stop!" Startled Mina paused. How had it know her name? No one here knew, no one had ever *asked* her name... "Mi.. Mina..." it continued. "It's.. me..! It's me!" Light rolled and flashed around Mina's fingers. An instant later she saw her fingers were clenched around a soft white furry neck. "ARTEMIS!!" she cried,letting go. The cat dropped to the floor, only barely managing the "On its feet trick." The Luna Pen hug from a collar around his neck. Mina rubbed her eyes as tears began to flow. "Artemis... Oh my god... What..? How..?" "We can't just sit here! I'll explain in just a bit...." He put his paw on the pen. "Disguise Power! Change me back into a Scarembli!" Back in the shape of the rat-thing, Artemis picked up Mina's leash. "I can't tell you how upset it make me doing this -- but we have to keep up appearance for just a little while longer!" "I... I understand." said Mina, wiping her face. "My god, Artemis. I... I'm having trouble believing this isn't a dream." "We might be together again Mina, but I'm afraid we are still along way from ending this... nightmare..." TO BE CONTINUED