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. ** EXTRA WARNING ** * This chapter contains especially* * disturbing and horrific material* * Please proceed with caution* 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 Seven ** Mina shivered beneath her blanket and gladly accepted the glass of hot liquid Amy handed her. She sipped, and immediately felt a warmth spread through her stomach. "Better?" Amy asked. Mina nodded -- though her fingers still trembled. As soon as she had given Lita's body over into Amy's care, Mina had felt as if the floor had given way, dropping her down an icy well. "The strain had pushed your body past its limits," Amy explained. "Everything just started shutting down, almost like a state of hibernation." "I *feel* like I could sleep for at least a whole winter." Amy nodded. "I wish I could have let the process continue... But all things considered, that didn't seem a good idea. You really could have been unconscious for several days." "You made the right call." "Mina... While you were out for a few minutes there, I checked you over a little. It's... obvious what happened to you." "Nothing... a Sailor Scout can't handle." Amy frowned skeptically. "In any case, I need to give you a more thorough examination, to check for any internal injuries." "Okay..." Mina said. "But... What about her..?" Mina nodded her head in the direction of a large humming machine across the room. Hovering in its belly, suspended in a hazy glow, was Sailor Jupiter. Her nude form, floating on her back, cleaned up, red bandage patches over her numerous burns and punctures... looked like Lita again. Looked, even, at peace. What she didn't look was alive. Amy sighed slowly. "I have her in stasis now. She had been technically... dead... for rather a long time. There would be nothing I could do for a normal person..." "But we are not 'normal'." "Correct. Lita's life-force draws on more sources of energy that just the biological." "So..?" "Repairing the physical trauma is possible. We..." Amy's voice faltered for a moment, then continued. "We have a lot of experience with that here. We can even jump start her metabolic processes." Mina's eyes were bright. "So she'll be okay?" Amy put her hand on Mina's shoulder. "Maybe. And Mina, when I say 'maybe' I mean 'maybe'. Her body we can heal. But her mind... There's no way to tell. From what you and Artemis have said, she already... wasn't well. We just have to wait and see." The two friends were quite several minutes. "Where is Artemis?" Mina eventually asked. "He went back to your rooms. He was concerned about Luna having to handle Rini by herself for so long." "Rini will be happy that we... rescued Jupiter and found you. You haven't heard anything about Raye or Serena have you?" Amy shook her head. "How..." Mina continued, "did you end up here anyway?" "After the battle, I imagine you went through the same process I did: a series of physical and mental examinations. When they noticed that... Well, that I..." "That you were a super genius?" Mina said smiling. Amy blushed. "They started giving me a lot more tests. This tall female Shreen officer questioned me about many things. When she saw I had some medical aptitude, she took me down here and... sold me on the spot." Mina sipped her drink. "I know its hell being a slave to anybody, but I'm glad at least one of us ended up relatively okay..." She looked up and saw Amy was turning away, a glitter of tears on her cheek. "You..." she said, "you're right... I'm... very lucky..." "Amy?" "I.. I need to check a couple things for Lita, then I'll give you that examination." She turned back, trying to smile. "You'd probably also like me to remove that pain-meter while I'm at it, right?" "I would be grateful, yeah..." She let Amy walk off. If there was something she didn't want to talk about, Mina understood and wouldn't press. What she really wondered was... Amy said she had been sold here, but Mina had yet to see signs of a single other living thing in the place... * * * It was a relief to have "doctor's order" to rest as much as possible. Mina lay on her bed in a curtained off alcove of their suite. As much as her body wanted sleep though, her mind was too full of thought to give in. A shadow paused outside the curtains. "Mina?" came a small voice. "Come in, Rini." The child stepped through the curtains, Luna Ball hovering behind her. The little girl was looking pale and drained. The effort of maintaining the Lady Lapine illusion was beginning to tell. This morning she had been too cranky and restless for Mina to do her hair, so the pink tresses hung limp around her head. "Mina... How long is Lita going to have to stay in the hospital?" "I don't know kiddo, Amy said it might be a little while yet." "Can we go visit her?" "I'm sorry sweetheart, I don't think so." "Okay... But we'll rescue Raye and Serena next, right?" "That's the plan." "I hope so... Do... do you think you could fix my hair later? I'll be good." "I think so, kiddo, but let me rest awhile first. You should take a nap too." Rini nodded and stepped back out of the alcove. How long, Mina asked herself. Can we keep this up? Where were Raye and Serena? There was all this talk by the Shreen of a big auction in a few days. But if Lita, Amy, and herself, had been sold within a couple days of their capture, would the others still be... available?" "My princess... I feel in my heart that you are still alive. But what if that is only my wishful thinking? As long as there is any hope -- " No. Even if there was *no* more hope at all, the Sailor Scouts would keep fighting. That was as true this day as it had been 1000 years ago, and as it always would be... * * * Warm darkness and a barely audible throbbing that somehow made it easier to make the effort of inhaling and exhaling each slow breath. Someone... Someone was speaking... "...hear me? Can you hear me, Lita?" "Is... Is that you, Mercury..?" "Yes, it's me. You can open your eyes... slowly." It took a moment, but soon Lita was looking up at Amy's gently smiling face above her. "Amy. Oh. I... It's actually quiet. I can actually think again..." "You were dosed with some very powerful psychotropic drugs Lita. I imagine it was very disruptive... Suppressing some parts of your mind while overly stimulating others." "Something like that..." "I won't let my curiosity make me pry. I flushed the last traces of the drug out of your system, and introduced an anti-sense agent to reverse any chemical alterations at the neural-receptor level." Lita laughed a little. "It's good to hear your voice, Amy, even if I understand as little as ever..." Amy smiled back, but then grew serious. "I do need to know... Do you remember what happened to you?" Lita nodded slowly. "I... I was shot. A lot. I was dead. You saved me, didn't you Amy?" "It was Mina that brought you here." "Mina... Oh god! I *do* remember." Tears welled up in her eyes. "Is she all right?" "Well enough... Lita. You need to rest and... We don't have much more time..." "What is it. Tell me." Amy took something from the pocket of her robe. She lifted Lita's hand and placed the thing on her palm. Lita felt it: a small folded bundle of some sort of mesh. "Lita, this is important. You have to keep that close to you at all times." "What is it?" "It's a Shreen bio-siphon. It's what they use to drain our Sailor powers. We all have them implanted in our bodies. When you were shot, yours was damaged. I was required to give you a replacement when I was... repairing you. But with a little slight of hand I made a switch and just re-implanted the broken one rather than that. "You might be scanned at some point but, if so, with that functioning siphon close to your body, it's possible no one will notice the difference. But as long as the siphon isn't actually *in* you -- there will be no drain." "So... you mean..." "With rest, you should soon be Sailor Jupiter again, completely." Lita reached out to take Amy's hand. "Thank you. What would the Scouts do without you, Amy? And you're the best friend anyone could have." "Th.. Thank you. I... This... You might be the only weapon we have. I think combing it with the element of surprise would be the best tactic." "I shouldn't tell Mina?" "I think the Shreen may some limited means of reading minds. The fewer people know the better. Actually, if you could maybe..." "You want me to keep acting the way I was before, right? I think you're right. Particularly if I get captured again. They might not suspect until too late and I can do some damage before I go down." Amy squeezed her hand. "We need to believe that we'll all make it out of here. Now... I have to go. You should rest. We'll see how you're doing tomorrow. Maybe you'll be well enough to see Mina and Rini." "Rini..?!" Lita said, trying to sit up, but lacking the strength. "Oh dear," said Amy, putting a finger to her mouth. "I shouldn't have said that. It's a long story... Which Mina can tell you later." "But... but..." "Sleep!" Lita could feel she was at the end of her strength and objected no further, letting herself fade back to slumber. * * * In her sleeping quarters, Amy hung up her red robe, and sat on the edge of her bed in her undertunic and shorts. She waited. After some five minutes had past, the constant, low hum that filled the air of the clinic began to grow louder, deeper, and took on a musical resonance. "Mmmmm..." it hummed. "Mmmmouse... Mmmy little mouse. Hello, Amy..." "Doctor Halent. I... was waiting for you," Amy said in a quavering voice. "I didn't know if you were back your rounds yet." "No..." said the sourceless voice, "you didn't..." With a loud series of clanks, grindings, and squeals, panels in the room's roof, walls, and floor, slid, popped, and split open. Wires, plastic cables, and metal piping spilled out and piled onto the floor. The mess shuddered and, in lurching hops, began to slither into a central heap. From this, assembling itself as it rose, grew a tall, thin, humanoid robot. Glass eyes glittered in a filigree skull. "You have had a good day, with your little friends?" The robot's cheerful voice asked. "Yes, doctor." "The damaged one... She is recovering?" "Yes, doctor." "Mmm...?" "Thanks to you, doctor." "It pleases me to be able to help." The polished metal head pivoted on its neck until it faced a night-stand by the bed. There sat Amy's mini-computer. With only a glance, Amy reached over and tapped a few keys to activate a program. The small screen began to roll with data and pulsing graphs. Amy then stood and took a step towards the robot. With a long graceful arm, that extended as it reached, Dr. Halent swept Amy up by the back and pulled her close. Amy's body shuddered, but she did not resist. "And my little mouse," the robot said, "is of course grateful for the help and resources I have provided." "Yes.. doctor..." Amy turned her head away as the eyes of the robot clicked, and rotated, focusing in. It placed its delicate hand on her left shoulder, and stroked downwards. As the fingers moved, gleaming scalpel blades extended... slicing through cloth, then flesh, leaving parallel bleeding incisions on Amy's shoulder, across her breast, and down her abdomen... Amy clenched her teeth, making only a few quiet hissing sound. "Ah... Little mouse, little mouse," said the robot, voice as smooth and calm as ever, "no matter how many times we rend your flesh, it never looses its wonderful... living texture... So rarely these days do I get a new species to examine and learn from. And you are teaching me so much..." Amy was unable to refrain from gasping as the blades pulled out. "If.. if you... kill... me..." "Kill? Kill?" said Dr. Halent. "I know to the milliliter how much blood you can afford to loose from your precious little body." With a whir, the arm pulled her back, cocked itself, and then hurled Amy face down on to the floor with a heavy thud. It had maintained a grip on her underwear, so she was left naked save for a few scraps. "Killing you, has never been an issue, little mouse." The head turned back toward the tiny computer. "You are recording of course?" "Yes.." said Amy from the floor, struggling to regain her breath. The robot stepped forward, joined foot coming to rest on the back of her calf. It stepped down until there was loud crack of bone. Amy screamed. The robot stood there, machine patient, until she managed to spit out: "Yes... doctor..." "Good, good," the robot said pleasantly. "We'd hate to waste all this precious data." It stepped back and reached down one hand to lift Amy up by the back of her neck. Its other hand extended upwards to the ceiling to grab a loop of thick cabling. At its touch, the cable split in half. Molding the metal like clay, Dr. Halent squeezed the ends into points and then bent them into curving hooks. It grabbed Amy's trembling left hand, lifted it, and with careful precision pierced the hook through her wrist. It repeated the process with the other hook, and Amy's other wrist, letting her hang there, swaying slightly, blood running down her arms to join that welling from her chest, to drip and pool on the floor beneath her. "I was growing concerned," the robot said, "that we might have been reaching the outer limits of our experiments." It began to prod her in the back with a finger, starting her swinging harder, and making a pattern of red punctures across her back. Amy made only slight yelps with each new wound. "But now," continued Dr. Halent, "my little mouse has all her friends to worry about and fuss over and keep her motivated... yes?" The robot moved closer, pressing its cold metal chest to her back. Amy only started to sob when the robot slapped its hand hard up between her thighs and began flexing its fingers, and pinching. "Now... I think we have whole new fields of research opening up... You agree, little mouse, I'm sure..." * * * Lita awoke and sat up in bed. She blinked in the low light, slid to the edge of the bed, and put her feet on the floor. She felt... She felt like she'd spent a busy day running errands, had gotten home, taken off her jacket -- and discovered that someone had secretly filled the jacket's lining with lead. She looked down at herself, chest and stomach all a quilt of bandage patches. She felt like pulling them all off, but rather thought Amy would object. There was no way she could just hang around in bed feeling this well though. There was so much she needed to find out. So much had apparently gone on since the Scouts' last battle with the Shreen. Mina... Raye... Rini? And what about Sailor Moon? She wasn't on her feet long before she realized that she was going to have to take things easier than she'd like. It was tiring just searching around her small room for... She sighed. Typical of Amy. The girl had managed to raise Lita from the dead but hadn't given any thought as to providing her with something to wear. Finally she just took a sheet from the bed and draped it around herself toga-style. The corridor outside was narrow, dimly lighted, and silence, save for an ever present hum. Amy had never mentioned much about this place. Could she find a nurse or someone who could tell her where Amy might be? Did these other doors along the hallway lead to the rooms of other patients? Not there was any sign of a knob or lock in case she wanted to look and see. Lita turned a corner and saw one open door, light from within illuminating the hall. She walked up, looked inside, and then hopped back around beside the doorway, blushing. She'd glimpsed Amy inside, sitting on a table, apparently just dressing, since she'd been nude except from a red scarf hanging down her front. Lita shook her head, feeling stupid about getting shy in their current situation. She'd just knock on the door frame, announce herself and... And... For a second Lita wondering if her mind was fracturing again. Something was wrong. In the brief second she'd glimpsed the naked Amy... There was something that Lita's mind wouldn't accept in what her eyes had seen. It... hadn't been a red scarf. It was -- "Amy! Oh my god, Amy!" Lita shouted, running into the room. The slight girl looked up and saw Lita approach, stop, then back away, hand pressed to her mouth, face turning pale at the sight of the lacerations down Amy's chest and the numerous other wounds marring her body. Amy started to speak, but then just looked away. "Amy..." Lita said through her fingers, tears gathering in her eyes. "Oh no... What..." "It's okay Lita..." Amy said, reaching for a tray of instruments and strange equipment sitting beside her. Lita moved closer, her steps uncertain as concern fought with horror. But coming nearer only revealed more of Amy's injuries, and finally she had to turn away entirely. "It's really mostly superficial," Amy was saying. "And... He lets me use a neural block, a pain killer, afterwards..." "He..? " Lita said, outrage growing in her voice. She turned again to confront Amy. "He?!!" She held a disk shaped device in one hand. "Doctor... Dr.Halent. He owns this clinic. He... does this to me most nights." She swallowed. "Not always this bad..." She winced as she pressed the disk to the flesh above her her breast. A glow raced around it and after a moment, she lifted the disk away. "See?" Amy said. The wounds the device had touched were closed, leaving only red traces. She began to apply the device down the length of the cuts. "This... Halent..." Lita said, face and voice dark. "Oh no, Lita," Amy said in alarm. "You can't... Even if you were well enough -- which you are not! We can't confront him. You... all of us, still need... At least his toleration. As long as... As long as I'm here, I think we can have his help." "But.. Good lord, Amy..." Tears poured down her face. "Look at you! We can't ask you to endure... this!" Amy was wrapping a length of shimmering plastic around her mangled leg. "Lita. Isn't it up to me to decide what I can or cannot endure? Don't we all decide that as Sailor Scouts?" Lita wiped at her eyes. "I... god, Amy I can't argue with you about this... You're right... I guess..." "If it gives us any chance to help Raye... and Serena..." Amy's voice was still strong, but her face was loosing its stern expression. "That's... what we are here for, above all else..." The two girls looked at each other. "Lita," Amy said finally. "You need to get back to bed and rest. In a few hours even these scars..." She touched herself lightly. "Will be gone. I know how I look, but seriously, you were hurt far worse than me. We need you. We'll need Sailor Jupiter when we find the others." "Amy..." Lita said. "We need you too." Amy held out both her hands and Lita took them, holding the fingers very carefully. "Our friends are counting on both us," Amy said. "You're right. And neither of us will let them down." TO BE CONTINUED