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 Six ** Lieutenant Gel stood before the wide viewport and stared out into space. She was in an observation dome at the end of a pylon that jutted hundreds of meters away from the main structure of the gigantic Shreen space station. A dozen huge humanoid combat machines soared past in tight formation. Their path arched and they split into two smaller groups. Weapons were readied, and they began to fire bolts and flares of energy into the void. They were battling virtual opponents generated by computer and control by Gel with small turns and waves of her hand. The nerve signals thus produced were fed through an interface plugged into the base of her skull, and from there to the battle simulators. The maneuvers continued flawlessly and Gel watched with satisfaction. When the program ended she contacted the soldiers over the computer link and ordered them back to their hanger for debriefing. It was the way of the Shreen that, if Gel ever wished to be promoted to Lord-Captain, and have a troop of Shreen and nar-Shreen of her own to command, it was up to her to train them. Much of her daily routine was devoted to drills and instruction, of both her own soldiers, and those of other troops. She found it challenging and rewarding, and she felt great pride at her successes. Yet... Of late, whenever, she had even a moment free of activity and concentration... Other dreams and images rose to fill her mind. She would see not, in this case the stars of infinite space, but the single form of a girl, so small, so seemingly frail... with her soft mass of strange dark hair. She rolls and struggles beneath Gel, as the larger woman gropes and kneads her body, powerful fingers leaving no part of the girl's form untouched and unbruised... Always at this point the images became confused, uncertain. The girl... somehow, some accident, and she has regained her unnatural strength and speed. There is a struggle and blows and soon its the dark-haired girl who presses Gel to the floor, her fingers clutching and caressing, her mouth that kisses and bites at Gel's flushed skin. "Lieutenant..?" Gel reflexively snapped to attention at Lord-Captain Arlen's voice. The officer stepped into the observation chamber, moving with his usual silent slowness. He studied Gel intently. "Are you well, Lieutenant?" he asked. "Yes, Lord-Captain." "Mm." Arlen walked past her and looked out through the view port as he spoke. "Lieutenant. I have just been studying the security records. I noticed you had another visit from that rogue medical unit." "Yes, Lord Captain. Dr. Halent. I had a session with a particularly enthusiastic sparring partner and my face was a little injured. Dr. Halent does excellent tissue repair work, and so I contacted him for his services... I logged his arrival and departure according to regulation." "I'm not questioning that, Lieutenant... You know how I feel about unlicensed cyber-beings." "Yes, Lord-Captain. The record will also show that I consulted him only during my official off-duty period." "Indeed." He turned to look at her face, the pale red flesh now as smooth and flawless as was every Shreen's. "But when I entered just now, you looked ill... and I saw you shudder. I'd hate to think that some sentient programming glitch had damaged one of my most promising officers." "I have ever confidence in Dr. Halent's skills, Lord-Captain." "Yes... As you say, you may do as you please during off-duty periods, as is your right as Shreen elite. Yet, it will read better if your records show you utilizing official medical facilities in the future." "I understand, Lord-Captain." Arlen looked out into space again, tapping a finger against his long chin. "Your cadets. I was impressed by their maneuvers." "Thank you, Lord-Captain." "You might not have heard Lieutenant, but we are going to be having a visit from the Kinglet of the Fahram'hr..." "Lord-Captain!" Get said, startled. "May I speak frankly?" "Of course." "Is.. this wise? Our truce with the Fahram'hr is so new, and not on the firmest of foundations." "Then is it not a good idea to meet with the Kinglet on a social occasion, rather than on the battle field? I have invited him to join our other guests at my upcoming auction. He is connoisseur of slaves, especially unusual ones." "I'm sure the Lord-Captain knows best." "I bring it up now... Because I'd like to have your cadets perform in our welcoming ceremonies for the Kinglet." "That would be an honor, Lord-Captain." Arlen nodded once. "Good. I'll leave you to your duties then." Gel saluted. As she watched Arlen depart, she could only think: "What is that scheming bastard up to this time?" * * * The Shreen cadets had been delighted at the chance to perform in a public ceremony, though Gel had warned them it would mean double practice sessions everyday to get ready in such a short time. Only the nar-Shreen support squad grumbled at this... and what of course did their opinion matter? If they did not obey they would be put down, and a new batch ordered to replace them. But that would all begin tomorrow. Today's off-duty period had come and as usual of late, it found Gel in Raye's quarters. A pile of thin black cartridges lay next to video display terminal. Gel stirred them around with her finger. "You haven't been watching many of these, have you Raye?" she asked. Raye was across the room, sitting on the corner of her bed. "What? All that propaganda you brought me?" "I just thought you might be curious about us and our ways." Gel smiled. "Propaganda. These tapes were made for the viewing by the Shreen themselves, Raye. You should see what we produce for *other* races to watch." She picked up one cartridge and held it under her nose. "You've at least touched this one. It has your scent on it." "What if I did?" Raye said petulantly. "Was it supposed to make me feel sorry for you?" "You mean about our origins? Raye, we Shreen are proud of the fact that we were formed, not by evolution, but as a genetically engineered weapons system. If we sought to make our history a melodrama, I suppose we could wail over the fact that once we had built a peace for our creators, they considered our maintenance budget a low priority and eventually abandoned us, left us to survive or not on our own. But... well, we had our vengeance long ago..." "So you've been... doing this for a long time?" "Centuries, Raye." "So... Do you have... children?" Gel walked over to where Raye sat. "So you *are* curious." Raye threw up her hands. "Well, what else am I supposed to think about, locked up in here?" "Mm... Yes, we have children, though we do not bear them ourselves." "And you teach your children that the universe runs on hatred?" "We teach them, Raye, that hate is the opposite of fear. One's place in the order of things depends on which of the these two forces is the master of one's heart." Raye stared at her a moment and then looked away again. Gel stepped closer to her and reached beneath Raye's hair. She let the long strands run through her fingers. "It was... your hair that first caught my attention, Raye. We of the Shreen... No doubt to your alien point of view we all look alike. In truth... we do. Our gene pool is rather limited. Humanoids with as much variation as your kind are... very exotic to us." Gel stopped speaking. She noticed that Raye, sitting on the edge of her bed, was very still. Her shoulders were tense and her eyes tightly closed. "Raye... What is wrong?" "Here is comes... right?" she said. "There is usually about 30 seconds between the time you touch me and when you start ripping my clothes off." Gel's fingers closed in a fist within Raye's hair. She felt the impulse to pull savagely. She did not. Instead she released the hair and stepped back. "Raye... I desire you. I do not deny that." Raye looked and said forcefully: "You Shreen. You've so much... You have all this technology -- space travel! Yet all you know is hate and desire. You either kill or you take." "And you Raye... You have no desire? You don't desire vengeance? For what we did to your comrades? For what I've done to your body?" Raye shook her head. She stood, and started to walk away, saying: "You don't understand anything." With her much longer stride, Gel stepped up close behind her, reached around, and rudely embraced her, caressing a breast roughly. "See!" Raye said. "Always the same!" She grabbed Gel's wrist and, without much hope, tried to pull away the molesting hand. With some surprise, she felt Gel's grip loosen. Gel was fighting back, but Raye's strength was winning. With a sharp jerk, she peeled the arm off her and spun around, holding the Shreen's hand high. A look of disgust crossed Raye's face. "You!" she shouted, "You're doing this! You're controlling how strong I am, aren't you?" "Raye..." She slowly nodded her head. She release Gel's wrist and turned away. "I... I am still just a slave after all. Still just a toy for you." "No. Not a toy, Raye." "Then." Raye spun and pointed at Gel. "Then give it back to me! All of it! All my power!" "I can't do that Raye." "Then get out! Leave me alone in my prison... My toy-box!" Raye marched across the room to the chair at the dressing table. She began to brush out her hair. "Raye..." Gel said. Then again, more forcefully: "Raye. Don't ignore me Raye! ...Don't you dare ignore me!" Raye gave no sign of having heard and continued on her hair. Gel stood there several long moments, then left the chamber. * * * "This had best be important, Maas," Arlen said to his Technician-Master. "there is much I need to attend to for the Kinglet and our other guests." "It is, Lord-Captain," the grey robed Shreen said, as he led Arlen into his laboratory. The multi-level facility was swarming with technicians -- running about, entering commands at terminals, swapping out data discs, pulling open panels and hastily re-writing circuits. "It happened again," The Tech-Master said. "As soon as we had the bio-drain stabilized, the power levels jumped another order of magnitude. I've never seen any thing like it." Arlen pointed to a cylindrical structure in the center of the chamber, clearly the focus of all the machinery and activity. "Show me." Maas started to object, but wilted under Arlen's stare. Commands were given, and soon a panel began to slide open on the central cylinder. As soon as the smallest gap appeared, a golden light blazed out. It was like a liquid thing, filling as much as illuminating the entire facility. The Technician-Master was glancing back and forth between the cylinder, Arlen, and the read out on the nearest computer display. "Lord-Captain," he said. "We don't dare --" Arlen, shielding his eyes with his hand, looked a moment more, then nodded. To the great relief of all, the panel was lowered once again, leaving the chamber somehow darker than it had started. "Technician-Master Maas." Arlen began. "I have always had great faith and relied without question on your bio-siphon techniques. You aren't going to prove my beliefs unfounded are you?" "Lord-Captain... I need more equipment, more men, more... everything. I have some ideas for alternative means of discharging the power flow, a few hypothesizes as to where it comes from... I though if you could see for yourself, you'd understand the resources I require." "You'll have them," Arlen said tersely. Maas blinked. He was a little nonplussed at not encountering the hesitance he had been preparing to argue against. "Lord-Captain?" "Tell my staff. You'll get what you need. Just --" He stared hard again. "Be certain that you are successful. If I fail to present the Fahram'hr Kinglet with everything I have promised him... We shall *all* meet the next day with many regrets..." * * * Raye rose from her meditative position. She had not been having much luck at calming her thoughts and concentrating on her breathing, but it was at least something to do besides watch those stupid tapes Gel insisted on bringing her. She sighed and decided she might as well go to bed and blank out a few hours that way. She had just pulled back the cover, when the door to the chamber hissed open. As always, Gel stood there. Then she stepped aside. Through the door came 5... 6...7 Shreen men. In a group they rushed at Raye. She stared wide-eyed at Gel, who only stood, arms folded, face expressionless. The first man to reach Raye grabbed her shoulders, turned her around, and pushed her to the floor. He kicked her legs apart, pulled up her dress, and without preliminaries, thrust himself deep in her. Raye shrieked at the tearing penetration. She lifted herself to her elbows only to see another of the Shreen, pants down, kneeling in front of her. He grabbed her face and choked off her exclamation by stuffing his cock in her mouth. They took her relentlessly. As soon as the first two finished pumping into her, another rolled her over on her back and, as she kicked and beat at him, began pounding her against the floor. She was lifted by two men who bounced her up and down on a third, who sat underneath. Growing impatient, they took position beneath, behind, and before and had her three at once. When her fighting and thrashing had been exhausted, they laid her out across the bed, lined up, and simply began fucking her, one after another after another... Gel stepped up and put her hand on the shoulder of the Shreen, currently on top of Raye, vigorously thrusting, palms mashing down on her chest. "That's enough," Gel said coldly. "Lieutenant, She's good for at least --" Gel shoved him, and her other hand smashed into his jaw, wrenching him off Raye, and sending him tumbling to the floor. "I said that was enough. Get out, all of you." After a bit of confused grabbing of clothes, the men saluted, and left the chamber. When the door was shut, Gel turned to look at Raye. Her skin was livid with bruises, her hair was matted and sweaty, her face and thighs smeared with cum that had been splattered on her, and which still leaked from her battered holes. Gel sat down next to her. After a moment she reached and lifted the dazed girl into her arms. Awkwardly, she embraced the limp form. "I told you Raye... I told you not to ignore me... I couldn't stand that.. I am Gel of the Shreen... But I don't feel I exist unless you look at me... Why do you make me do these things to you... Just so that I can reach you..?" Her head hanging over Gel's shoulder, Raye coughed and spat out a mouthful of semen. "Go... to hell..." she whispered. "Go to hell..." TO BE CONTINUED