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. Any comments or criticisms are very welcome though. ** Chapter Four ** Eyes... open... Stars... Raye watched the stars roll past for several minutes before noting the faint reflections that revealed she was watching them through a transparent dome. She was lying on her back in a bed -- a wide, rather comfortable bed -- under a cover of a puffy, pale orange fabric. The room around her was large, but simply furnished with a few chairs, a dressing table of some sort, a desk, some tall cabinets. The furniture was of a pale wood. Everything else, carpet, walls, upholstery, was the same pastel shade. The transparent dome looking out into space took up the entire ceiling. She slid over the edge of the bed and sat up. Her head ached just slightly. As the cover fell aside, Raye could see she was wearing a soft negligee of the same omnipresent color. Gingerly, she lifted up the neckline and looked down at herself. Her breasts were spotted with pinkish blemishes. Tossing away the blanket entirely and turning to sit on the edge of the bed, she examined further and discovered her arms and legs also only showed a few long lines of faded bruises. For her to have healed this much, as Sailor Mars, she must have been unconscious for two, even three days. And she *was* still Sailor Mars. She could feel that in every cell. If only she wasn't so weak... Raye stood. The room was quiet, the air was cool. On a night-stand by the bed was a chilled carafe of water and a glass. Sipping slowly, she began to explore the room. She was surprised at first when a doorway actually opened at her touch -- but then she saw that beyond was a bathroom as simply and elegantly designed as the rest of the suite. The facility was clearly made for someone larger than the average teenage girl, but Raye was able to manage. She washed her face, though the immaculate state of her skin and hair showed that her body had been very well cared for while she was in a healing coma. In the main room again, she continued her cautious perambulation. She ran her fingers across the smooth marble top of the dressing table. If, for whatever reason, she was being given a moment of calm and peace, she would take it and cherish it for as long as it lasted. "Not long at all," she thought when she heard a door slide open behind her. Lieutenant Gel entered. Rather than her armor, she wore a long tan colored dress with a vest and belt made of woven strips of leather. Her snowy hair was tied loosely in a pony tail. Raye looked up and smiled brightly. "So," she said. "What's on the agenda for today?" She began to count out on her fingers. "Torture? Then some more torture? A little rape? A bit more torture before lunch, to leave the whole afternoon free for rape?" Gel said nothing as she walked closer. Raye glared up at her, eyes blazing. "What," Gel said after a moment. "Is your name?" Raye blinked in surprise. "During the battle," Gel continued. "Your comrades called you 'Sailor Mars' -- but that is a warrior title. What is your real name?" "My impression," Raye answered sharply. "Was that slaves didn't need names." Gel gave her a backhanded slap. Raye stumbled backwards, colliding with the edge of the dressing table, and then sliding onto the floor. Gel bent over her, grabbed her by the chin and pulled her upright. "Is that," Gel hissed. "What you *want*? To be a slave?" She grabbed the neckline of Raye's negligee and ripped it down, exposing her chest. Raye winced and grunted as strong fingers cupped and closed around her left breast and squeezed painfully. "This," Gel was saying. "*This* is for slaves, unruly slaves." She held her other hand in front of Raye's face. Between her fingers was a small cylindrical device with an ugly barbed tip. "We call it simply a pain-meter. It gets inserted into a sensitive part of a slave's anatomy." "Ohh!" Raye gasped as Gel squeezed tighter. She put the tip of the device just above Raye's aureole and pressed a little. A trickle of blood ran down her nipple. "Is. This. What. You. Want?" Gel demanded. "Answer me!" "no..." Gel released her and Raye sat down hard onto the carpeted floor, her long hair falling across her face. "I just want to know your name," Gel said. "Raye..." she said after a moment. "Raye Hino." "Raye Hino," Gel repeated. Raye stood, then sat down again of the edge of the bed. She plucked at the torn front of her negligee in an attempt to cover herself -- but soon gave it up. She was sick with the weakness that bound her worse than chains. She'd never really felt weak before, not even as a child. "You..." she began to say. "You are doing this... Putting me in this room... Because you really think you can make me... join you." Gel turned to look at her and stood there, arms folded. "Why, Raye, is that such an outlandish idea?" Raye frowned. "Because... You are monsters, killers..." "We are warriors. Just as you are." "Not like me." "In the battle, when you destroyed Arlen's WarpGate, you did not hesitate to fight, to kill. And not just the nar-Shreen, who are disposable after all, but several men who have been *my* comrades for years. They died at your hands, in agony, burned alive." "We fight in self-defense. We were protecting our planet from you!" "Ah," Gel nodded. "So you did, so you did..." She was quiet a moment, looking up at the transparent ceiling. "Raye... Can you show me... Out there, where this world you fought for is?" "What? No, of course not..." "Of *course* not." Gel pointed at her. "You fought, as was your duty. And you won, your world is safe. Your comrades perished. You survived. Where though is your duty now?" Her finger swung up to the stars again. "Show me!" "I... I fight for more than things I can see with my eyes. I fight for what I believe in. For love and justice." Gel walked over and sat down next to Raye. "For your princess?" she asked. "Yes..." "I tell you Raye Hino, that she is gone. You are a new born babe, with a future that is nothing but blank pages -- pages on which you can write a new warrior's destiny." Raye's entire body stiffened as Gel placed an arm across her shoulders. "No!" she said, trying to pull away, but finding herself held too tightly. "Raye,"Gel said calmly. "You have rejected death, and said no to slavery. Haven't you already made your decision?" As soon as she felt the grip on her shoulder lessen, Raye tried to stand, wanting to run... somewhere... But Gel's hand slapped hard against her chest, knocking Raye back on the bed. Raye began to roll and thrash, but the Shreen warrior secured both her arms, pulled them above her head and held them down, easily grasping both of Raye's wrists with a single hand. With her other hand, Gel began unbuttoning the front of her own dress, She then reached towards Raye. "No... oh god..." Raye said, turning her head aside and clenching her eyes shut. She felt the rest of her negligee being stripped away... and then the warm lips of the Shreen as Gel began to kiss her on the cheeks and neck. Gel started to lick along Raye's collar bone, while her hand held down tight on her thigh. Her lips and tongue began to move further down. "Please.. stop it..." Raye said, tears wetting her face and the mattress beneath her. Gel only moaned softly as she rubbed her cheek along the sides of Raye's breasts. The Shreen's own large breasts were pressed down onto Raye's stomach, the hard nipples poking as Gel swayed side to side a little. "Ee!" squealed Raye as Gel drew a nipple into her mouth with one slurp. Sucking it tightly she slowly ran her tongue around the involuntarily erect tip, and then nipped it sharply with her teeth, causing Raye to cry out in pain again. Gel rested her head on Raye's stomach a moment, idly licking at the beads of sweat that were forming there and running down her sides. "Raye..." she said huskily. "Please... don't do this..." Raye said, hating the begging tone in her voice, but feeling the edge of panic as she wondering how much of this she could take. "Let me go..." Gel only shifted her grip, pulling Raye's wrists down in front of her with one hand, and using the other to push apart her thighs. Gel nuzzled her face into Raye's stomach and licked at her belly-button. As she moved lower, Raye tried to clamp her thighs together, but Gel grabbed the inner side of her right thigh and pulled sharply, her grip stronger than Raye's legs. Gel seemed to relish the scrape of hair against her cheeks as she rubbed her face into Raye's groin. She looked up, and met Raye's pleading eyes for a second before lowering her mouth and running her tongue up Raye's outer lips. "Oh... noooo!" Raye cried, then breaking into deeper sobs. Gel's warm tongue licked, darted, and searched until it found its way to Raye's clitoris. There Gel began to lightly flick the delicate organ with tongue, and then pushed closer to softly kiss the area. She looked up again, but Raye's face was again turned away. Began to kiss and suck more vigorously, parting Raye's outer lips with her tongue, occasionally nipping at the sensitive tissue, and probing deeper within. She paused then, and letting go of the grip on Raye's thigh, began to rub her fingers rather roughly up and down Raye's vulva. "UGH! OH GOD!" Raye cried out as Gel thrust two fingers deep into her. "You...bitch..." Her voice trailed off. Gel removed her fingers and stared down at them, sighing at how dry they -- and Raye, were. "My..." Gel started to say. "My... touch means nothing to you then?" She released Raye's wrists and sat up. With a groan, Raye rolled over and clutched her knees, drawing herself into a ball. Gel was silent a moment as her buttoned her dress. Then she paused, and said with a puzzled expression: "Are... Are you from a culture then that has a taboo against same gender relations?" Raye made a despairing laugh. "Oh yeah -- if it was a guy doing this to me, I'd be having the time of my life." Gel stood while Raye continued to cry quietly. "I lied you know... About your princess" she said after a moment. "What?" Raye said, sitting up suddenly. "She is not dead. What I showed you before was an artificial construct. She is alive." Raye stared. Her mouth opened and closed, but she had no words. "One of the nar-Shreen squads," Gel continued. "Took a fancy to her. She has been servicing them ever since. The nar-Shreen have no females of their own, so they tend to get a little overly enthusiastic. It has been a challenge keeping her alive and intact, but we have managed so far. Her body at least. As for her mind..." Gel shrugged. "NOO!" Screamed Raye, lunging off the bed. Her fist crashed into Gel's jaw, staggering her. "You are LYING!" Raye spun and kicked Gel in the stomach, and followed up with two more karate strikes at the Shreen's face. She had no thought as to where this new found strength was coming from. Gel toppled to the floor. Raye leapt on her, ramming her knee into her gut, and punching her again in the face. "LYING!!" Gel looked up with the one eye she could still open and spoke through bruised lips. "Do... you understand now..?" Raye paused, her fist in the air. "Am I lying now? Did I lie before or tell the truth? How do you know?" "SHUT UP! I don't know!" "Exactly. We know only one thing... What you have now... in your heart." Raye shook her head. "Shut...up..." "Raye. Anything you love can be killed or taken from you. Anything hope you have can be crushed. The only thing that is forever truly yours, that can never be taken from you... from us... is our hate..." "No!" She released Gel and rolled off to one side. Gel pulled herself to her feet. She rubbed her jaw, and wiped the blood running from her nose with the back of her hand. "You have a glimpse of it," she said. "You can't deny it. The rage that is born in a blossom of flame from the eldest parts of your brain, that sparks and flares down your every nerve. That is our secret: the power that makes the Shreen so strong." Raye shook her head violently. "Let me..." Gel continued. "Show you, Raye, how truly glorious hate can be..." "Leave me... the hell *ALONE*" Raye shouted. "Very well," Gel said simply, turning to walk out the room. "You --" Raye said looking up abruptly. "You *were* lying...What you said a moment ago about, about..." Gel nodded. "Yes, I did. Your comrades *are* dead. There are videos, of the battle, of your princess's interrogation. I can show you." Raye shook her head once, and buried her face in her knees. Gel waited a moment longer, and left. In the corridor outside, Lieutenant Gel let herself lean against a bulkhead. She breathed heavily and slowly and did everything she could to keep from trembling. A Shreen staff officer walked past a branching hall, noticed Gel, and did a double take. "Lieutenant!" he said hurrying over. He noticed her battered face. "First Fire!" "I am *fine,* Officer Karth," Gel said, forcing her breathing to normal. Karth glanced toward to door to Raye's room. "Did she.. Lieutenant... I, I warned how dangerous it would be to let the prisoner have any of her paranormal power back..." "Yes, Karth, you did." "I... I'll have to report --" "Officer Karth!" Gel barked, drawing herself to her full height. "This matter is under *my* jurisdiction, is it not? You will concern yourself with *your* assigned duties, will you not?" The Shreen stepped back, and bowed. "Yes Ma'am! Of course, Lieutenant." He hurried off on his way. Gel touched the swelling around her eye, and shivered. "Raye..." she said in a whisper. "I know I reached you, I know I can make you understand..." TO BE CONTINUED