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 Two ** "MARS FIRE IGNITE!!!" Raye cursed under her breath. The blast of flame was definitely growing weaker. She was nearing the limits of her abilities. "A little help here!" she called. "Hey... Jupiter..?" Lita had been behind her as they fought, back to back, against the advancing hordes. Mars looked over her shoulder... And saw Jupiter hanging limp, her collar in the grip of a snarling nar-Shreen. Blood ran down the side of her face and dripped to the floor. Raye glanced across the chamber. The air was still thick with smoke from the exploded WarpGate device, but she could make out that the only moving forms were bulky ones of slate grey and metallic silver. Sailor Mars was the last Scout standing... The creature let go of Lita, who dropped to the floor and lay motionless. Raye had one more blast in her -- she *had* to have one more. She had just started to raise her fingers, when a towering mirror-surfaced form stepped in front of her. An armored fist was lifted, and then began to come down fast. She braced for the crushing impact, but instead felt something wet and oozing slap across her face. As if alive, it flowed across her eyes, nose, and mouth, and immediately began to harden. Blind and breathless, she tried to tear it off, but it became like iron beneath her fingers. Panic jointed with fatigue and suffocation, and Raye was soon unconscious... The sequence of events ran through her dreams again and again. Each time a part of her tried to dismiss them as a nightmare or evil vision, but Raye was too rational to deny that the memories were accurate to the last detail. Sailor Mars awoke with a start, instantly full aware. Everything was black, but at least not because her eyes were covered. She was in a lightless chamber. She hung against a wall from tight cables that bound her wrists and pulled her arms spread above her head. Her shoes touched the ground at least... Control was vital. She immediately began to focus on her breathing, letting her mind slip into a meditative state. All her questions and fears were still there, but she let them slip past, like rushing storm clouds. Control first... Light filled the room, first from an opening door, and then from a hazy glow around the edges of the ceiling. What entered seemed a giant two-legged insect of reflecting armor and spines. It took several steps, and paused. With a hissing and an oily sliding sound, all the mirrored plates and segments somehow slid and folded into themselves, disappearing, and revealing a humanoid form. Beneath the vanished armor she wore a mesh-like sheath of silver and black cables, dotted with tiny squares of circuitry. It seemed to sprout like vines from her calf-high boots, growing closely up her muscular body, and stopping just at the top of her chest, leaving her arms, shoulders, and neck bare. Like all the full-blood Shreen her skin was a pale scarlet, and her hair, which she wore in a long, simple braid down her back, was pure white. She was at least seven feet tall. The Shreen studied Raye carefully, walking from one side to the other, looking her up and down. "I am Gel. Lieutenant Gel." She reached out to touch Raye's shoulder and Raye jerked away violently. "Still raging with spirit, eh?" said the Shreen. "Good." "Where am I!" demanded Raye. "Where are my friends?" "Mm? Oh, your fellow warriors? Dead, of course." Raye felt herself suddenly chilled. "No..." "No? You were there, you saw the battle." Raye struggled to maintain her control, but tears began to run down her face. Gel shook her head. "Now the one... ah..." She waved her fingers a little by the side of her head. "The one with the hair... She lived through the battle... But died almost immediately when Lord-Captain's Reapers began interrogating her. I think she lasted only a couple hours before her poor little heart... just burst..." Raye's body began to shake with muffled sobs. "Close to them, where you?" "Bastards... You filthy bastards... Someday... I'll make you pay for what you've done." The Shreen laughed a delighted, contralto laugh. "Child... You still don't quite realize with whom you are dealing do you?" She reached out grabbed Raye's chin between her strong fingers. Leaning in close she continued. "We. Are. The. Shreen. There isn't any world, in any galaxy -- hah! In any universe -- that we cannot choose as our prey. We are the supreme form, whatever we want is *ours* by right of power." "You.. you're nothing but petty pirates, murderers -- monsters!" Again the laugh. She release Raye and leaned back. "You'd be surprised at how popular we are, child. This place... You don't exactly have a good view of it in here, but this great city in space, is built from the wealth we have *earned.* Countless races come to us, begging to pay for our services, to do their dirty work for them. It won't be long before we have so many customers, we shall be too busy to be 'petty pirates.' Such is the order of things." "Your end will come," Mars said. "Evil is always defeated." "Evil?" Gel leaned in close again. "Is that what we are? Strange, that such a naive race as yours could produce such capable warriors..." Raye gasped -- not at the words, but at the fact that the woman was stroking her side, up and down, pausing to caress Raye's breast. "S... stop that..!" she said gritting her teeth. "You know... Normally you should have been given over to the Fleshers, and sold at the next auction to the highest bidder. It was at my personal request that you been given over to me, You should show a little more gratitude..." She opened her mouth and licked Raye's cheek. "Get the HELL away from me!" shouted Sailor Mars. The Shreen's face grew stern. "I said... *gratitude*... slave!" She reached, grabbed the collar of Mars's uniform, and ripped open her top as if shredding tissue. Raye's face and exposed chest blushed red. "Now, isn't that sweet," said Gel. She began to stroke her fingers along Raye's chest, making sweeping motions down the sides of her breasts, and then lightly rubbed her nipples. In pure reflex they became hard and erect. Raye's back was against the steel wall of the chamber, but still she tried to press back, desperate to somehow escape the touch of the Shreen's cool fingertips. "Slave...There is simple logic at work here... You make things harder for yourself and... well, things become more difficult." "I... don't want you anywhere near me!" The Shreen sighed. She reached to her side... and plucked one of the strands of cable that made up her bodysuit. She held it out between her thumb and forefinger. It seemed a simple black wire. She raised it above Mars's chest and dropped it. As soon as the wire touched her skin, it began to twisted and writhe. "Ahhh!" cried Raye in involuntary terror as it crawled, worm-like, across her left breast. It reached the small pink nipple, and immediately snared it, wrapping around it tightly. "Mmm--ahh!" she exclaimed at the sharp pain. Once the wire had a firm grip, it began to extend out to her other breast and seized that nipple as well. "You see? Simple logic." She hooked a finger around the linking wire -- and tugged sharply. "OWWW! Oh... god....don't..." "What was that slave? You have a request of me?" The Shreen continued to pull, stretching out Mars's swelling nipples and pulling her breasts out into cones. Raye bit her lip, trying not to cry out anymore. Gel released the wire, which, instantly loose, fell off her onto the floor. She then grabbed Raye behind the back, and pressed her face down over Raye's mouth, kissing her savagely. So strong was was the alien, so weak was Raye, that she could only close her eyes tight and hold her breath. With a loud exhalation she was released. Her face felt wet and bruised. "Not good, slave," said the Shreen, her voice low and harsh. "Ohh!" gasped Raye as the cables around her wrists suddenly pulled upwards, lifting her off the floor. Thin wires began to sprout from the cables and slithered their way down her arms, wrapping about each limb and then growing down to her shoulders. Raye kicked helplessly as she was raised, one red shoe flying loose. Looking up she saw the Shreen had pulled a thick length of cable from her leg. It was an inch thick and dotted with metal studs. It snapped up, and then lashed down across Raye's side. "EEEAHHH!" she shrieked. The whip had torn through what was left of her uniform top and left a vivid welt across her smooth skin. Gel's face was locked in hard glare. She raised the whip again, and stuck Raye's other side. Strokes followed across her shoulders and down her back and soon only a few shreds of the top of her uniform hung from her. The alien moved away a step, drew her arm back, and then with a cracking stroke flicked the whip straight out so that the tip smacked hard into Raye's right breast. Her whole body swung back in reflex, hitting the wall behind her. Another strike followed, hitting her directly on her already inflamed nipple.. "EEARRRGGG!!" she cried in pain, loosing control once again. Once she began, it was hopeless to stop screaming as blow after blow pounded her breasts, leaving broad red welts and breaking the skin in several places. The attack stopped and Raye swung back and forth, sobbing in anger and shame. "Slave..." Gel said with mocking tenderness. "We needn't waste so much time with this, you know." "You... you..." Mars panted. Her hair was becoming plastered with sweat across her face. "You really are a monster... you enjoy this..." "Enjoy?" Gel reached out and lightly touched one of the bleeding gouges on Raye's breast. She put a bloody fingertip to her mouth, and licked. "Enjoy? Yes..." Raye felt dizzy with loathing. "But," continued the Shreen. "In a full life, one enjoys many things. And there is always a choice to be made." "And... you... want me to choose...you..." "There," she said smugly. "I didn't think the logic was too much for you." "I understand," Sailor Mars nodded, her hair bouncing. "So, logically, you should go ahead and finish killing me..." "Your death," began the Shreen. The tone in her voice had reached a new depth of coldness. "Is something you no longer have any say in. You have no say in *anything* as long as you are a *SLAVE*." With an audible clicking noise the metal wires binding Raye's arms sprang into life again and began to wind their way down her torso, squeezing her burning breasts and making it hard for her to breath. They then branched down her legs and snared her ankles. From there they divided into new lengths which played out through the air to anchor on something in the dark corners of the room. A sharp contraction and Raye was suspended in midair, her legs pulled wide apart, her entire body criss-crossed with tight black wires pressing tightly into her skin. Gel approached. She grabbed the blood splattered scraps of cloth that hung around Raye's waist and tore them and her sailor skirt aside. She took a deep breath. The cables and meshes of her bodysheath begin to writhe... Particularly those below her waist. Wires and coils began to gather and wrap about each other, and then protrude outwards in a jutting phallus. "Choice," said the Shreen, stepping forward, with the monstrous thing wagging before her. "The Soul is born of Choice. A slave has none -- a slave *is* nothing." One hand plucked away the remain lower half of Mars's uniform, leaving her naked save for her gloves and one shoe. Raye tried to twist away, but only her neck could move at all, flipping her sweat matted hair back and forth. Gel stepped between Raye's wire wrapped thighs and clutched her waist with both powerful hands. The Shreen set her hips so that her extruded cock stuck nearly straight upwards. Sailor Mars succeeded in not screaming as she was penetrated. The Shreen twisted and pushed with her hips, while pulling Raye down on to her, working her way deeper inside Raye's dry vagina. The taunt cables had a certain amount of springiness which Gel used to full advantage as she started bouncing Raye up and down. "Oh! Oh! Ah!" she could not help exclaiming as each impact knocked the breath from her. She had to pant desperately to get any sort of air in her lungs at all. Gel's face was rigid and she stared intently at her work. Raye felt her vulva being rubbed raw by the rough shaft of plastic and metal as it hammered into her with unrelenting rhythm. "Ah! Ah! -- oh no... I... I can't take... this... you're tearing... me.. apart..." she heard herself say between gasps. Though her eyes were tightly shut, Raye felt herself tumbling through the air. Powerful arms grasped her back. She opened her eyes and saw that her numbed arms had been released and she had fallen into the Shreen's embrace, though she was still being split by the shaft between her thighs. Gel let her pull away a little. The sheathing material on her body began to roll back, exposing her heavy breasts. Gel took Mars's right wrist tried to move her hand towards a blood red nipple. "Touch me!" said Gel in a deep breathy exhalation. Raye clenched her fingers and tried to pull her arm back. The Shreen breathed in very slowly... She let Raye slide down toward the floor, folding her legs beneath her. Wires reached and joined and Raye's legs were bound bent, ankles against her hips. The Shreen bend over her and, more savagely that ever, began to pound herself into Raye, mashing her into the hard floor. The pain and humiliation passed the point of control and Raye began to sob openly, yelping each time the much larger woman's body slammed between her legs. The Shreen growled like nothing on Earth and flattened herself across Raye. Her hips jerked in quick spasms and some very thick, hot fluid spewed into Raye's ravaged sheath. Gel continued to lay on top of her, pumping more of the stuff into her for several long minutes. She then abruptly stood, her bodysuit returning to its normal configuration. Breathing in great gulps she stared down at Raye, whose battered body spread out limp as the binding wires released it and crawled off. Raye moaned and found to her surprise that she could make her limbs move if she tried very hard. She realized that it was only because of her Sailor Scout endurance that she was not truly crushed and broken, or even torn into several pieces. She heaved herself to her knees and saw her rapist was casually walking way out of the room. Hatred burned so deep in her... So much hate, that Mars felt a rush of strength returning to her. She would have no other chance... "MARS CELESTIAL FIRE SUR... surr.. sur..." All her strength was extinguished in an instant. The Shreen paused and then slowly turned around. Raye felt herself growing even weaker. She collapsed to her hands and knees, and then her limbs gave way entirely and felt to floor, unable to rise. "You see slave," said Gel. "Even control of your extraordinary abilities is lost to you." The door opened and Gel exited. A second later, a bulky nar-Shreen entered, and walked to where Raye lay sprawled. It grabbed her beneath each arm and without the slightest sign of effort lifted her up. Raye became nauseous as she felt the sticky false semen leak out of her and drip down her leg. The creature carried her out of the room. Outside was a corridor of curving metal plated walls, with circular ports in the ceiling that revealed brilliant spirals of stars. Lieutenant Gel was waiting, watching a cloth draped cart being pushed by a primitive looking, cylindrical-bodied robot. The nar-Sheen carried Raye over and set her down next to Gel and the cart. Raye found that enough strength had returned to her that she could stand, if wobbly. "Slave," said Gel. She reached, grabbed an edge of the cloth covering the cart, and pulled it back. Raye put her hand to her mouth in horror. Laying there she seemed so small.. .and so very pale. The color seemed to have been drained even from the tangled pig-tails that lay along her sides. Serena's eyes were cold and blank, and her mouth hung open. Raye could look no longer after Gel pulled back the cloth farther to reveal the network of white, bloodless lacerations that covered Sailor Moon's arms and upper body. Raye collapsed to her knees again. She found she had not yet run out of tears. She slammed her fist against the corridor floor. "WHY?" she cried fiercely. "Why..?" "When I told you," began the Shreen. "That your comrades were dead, it would be naturally for you to suspect me of lying. I wanted to prove that I wasn't." Raye stared at the floor, watching her tears pool under her face. "My princess.." she said softly. "In the end... we failed you..." "Princess?" said Gel. "What are you talking about?" "Nothing you'd ever understand!" shouted Raye, looking up with blazing eyes. Gel slowly shook her head. "But...You see I do understand what you feel." Raye just stared. "When I was inducted into the elite of the Shreen," Gel began to relate. "There was a huge feast and ceremony. Afterwards I returned home, full of glory and pride. On arriving, I burst in... and found my family all slaughtered in their beds..." Gel paused a moment. "You see, that was the last ritual of the induction. A Shreen officer must have all ties with the past severed, and think of only the new life that's ahead. "And now..." she lightly touched Raye's shoulder, who has too upset to move away this time. "Now I have given you the same blessing." "What are you talking about," Raye said looking at the floor again. "Your old life no longer exists. Now, you are nothing but a slave. You will never be anything else, never gain a new life... Unless you shared ours, and become one of the Shreen. You would make a valuable addition to our ranks." Raye almost felt like laughing. Almost. "You... you murder my friends. You torture me. You rape me. And now you want me to *join* you?" "What else," Gel replied. "Is there for you?" Raye shook her head sharply. "Do you just seek death, then?" asked Gel. She waved the nar-Shreen guard over. "Sergeant Ganack here will most happily take your life, if you so wish it. Just say the word, slave, and it is done." Raye said nothing. After several minutes Gel sighed. "Very well. Ganack. Take her to her room." The creature bent and swept Raye off the floor, holding her abused body like a doll in the crook of one armored arm. "And be sure," Gel continued. "That I do not find a single bruise on her that I did not put there myself, understand?" "Of course!" grunted the nar-Shreen, who saluted and carried Raye off down the corridor. Lieutenant Gel watched them go. A snapping grinding sound began to come form the robot that had pushed in the cart. It began to take itself apart, and then rebuilt itself into a much more graceful, humanoid form. Gel nodded towards the cart and the sad thing on it. "Congratulations," the Shreen said. "Your simulacrum was most effective." "Thank you, milady," said the robot in a pleasant tone. "It was an interesting assignment. Plus I felt I owed you a favor." "Oh? So you are enjoying your recent purchase then?" "Very much, milady." "Mm... Dr.Halent?" "Yes?" the robot said cheerfully. "It would be for the best in Lord-Captain Arlen knows as little about all this as possible." The robot made a harsh grating sound. "*Him* I owe no favors to, you can rest assured." "Yes... I thought you two were still not on the best of terms." The robot flexed its long pointed metal fingers. "I must away, milady. Always plenty of work in my field. Good business to you." "Good business," said Gel, not watching as the robot caved in on itself and reformed into a simple pushing device. She stood there a moment longer, glanced in the now empty cell, and strode off down the hallway. TO BE CONTINUED