Okay. In starting, I'd like to say this this story is more involved
and complicated than the other (yeah, I know, ALL of my stuff is
involved and complicated, so sue me) which tended to focus more on
the TICKLING. As I said, this story was originally meant for another
forum, one fetish oriented, but with more emphasis on the MIND
CONTROL aspect, with tickling as a secondary. Just a word of warning.
This first chapter starts kinda slow but believe me the story gets
much better (with more tickling) as it goes along. Trust me on that!
J-dark.
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Sailor Moon: Subtle Seduction
by
J-Dark
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Foreword: This story contains adult situations, adult language, of course, SEX, a
little violence, rape, molestation, fetishism, bondage, and of course, tickling... you
know, the general "NC-17" stuff bordering on "X" rated. The kind of things not suitable
for young children. So, despite the Sailor Moon title, if you are not legal, 18 or 21,
whatever your state allows, then press that BACK button *NOW*!! If you're offended or
troubled by the idea of even pretend cartoon young adults having sex (how old are these
girls, anyway?) then press the BACK button as well. You've been warned.
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NOTE: The characters, Sailor Moon, Tuxedo Mask, the Sailor Scouts, and the like, are the
brainchild(ren) of Naoko Takeuchi and Kodansha. I only *WISH* I had been that creative!
(grin) But this is my story based on those characters and my own perverse fantasies.
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(Chapter I. Mercury Mesmerized)
Darien came awake with a start, sweat-soaked, his heart hammering in his chest
like a kettle drum. Glancing around the shadowy room, the familiar setting slowly eased
his troubled mind. It had been a dream... no a NIGHTMARE! Glancing at the neon display
on the wall, he cursed softly. 3 am, and a busy day tomorrow. Getting to his feet, he
moved to his bathroom, to splash his face, and try and wash the terrible scenes from
his mind.
The nightmares were coming again, more frequently than ever before. It had to
have been caused by the recent climactic battle with the Lord of Silence a few weeks ago.
How they had all managed to survive that, he still didn't know, but somehow, some way,
Serena had pulled through just in time. Serena...his girlfriend's name invoked more
nightmare images, and Darien shook his head furiously trying to clear them from his
mind. "I'm not like that!" he growled to himself. "That wasn't me! That person no longer
exists... it's just a flashback, an afterimage of that time. I just have to stay focused,
and it will pass."
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, he paused a moment, looking at himself.
The image of the tall, handsome dark haired man, looking frazzled, and worried, vanished
for a second, replaced by another image---the same man, a few years ago, a look of
confidence, and control, and EVIL, marring his handsome features. By their own accord,
the memories came flooding back...
He had been fighting alongside the girls, the Sailor Scouts, but for his own
reasons, trying to stop the Negaforce from gathering Crystals, when he was blindsided,
wounded, and crippled. He had been captured and taken to the Negaverse, where Queen
Beryl had worked her dark evil magic on him, draining his strength, slowly filling him
with evil energy, corrupting him slowly and subtly, until she had changed him, converted
him to a soldier of the Negaverse, Queen Beryl's own right-hand man. And oh, he served
his Queen in ways other than defending her kingdom. She used her magic to make him her
servant, at least at first, submissive to her, serving her pleasures, though she could
not totally conquer his spirit. Instead, her tampering triggered something within him,
something dark and ominous. Soon, in time, as the darkness within him grew, it was
HE who became the Master in the bedroom, the once mighty Queen now forced to submit
herself sexually to her own captive. Prince Darien thought it best to let her retain
control over her troops, and her kingdom; however, they both knew full well who called
the shots now.
In the following weeks, he clashed with his former friends and colleagues, the
Sailor Scouts, always battling to a stalemate, never able to fully capitalize on a true
victory. Their unity was their saving grace---together as a team they were unbeatable.
Plus, although it would have been far easier to simply eliminate them, as Beryl wanted,
Prince Darien had something more fiendish in mind. To capture the Scouts, and bend their
wills, to make them submit to the dark forces of the Negaverse the way he had, and to
control them utterly, as his own personal sex toys. Alas, it was not to be, for in the
last climactic battle, it was his once girlfriend and love, Sailor Moon, who was able
to summon powers enough to defeat Beryl, sealing off the Negaverse, and with the use
of her crescent wand, free Darien of the evil darkness within him. He was saved,
returned to normal...
Or so it had seemed. He still nightmared about that time on occasion, feeling
a small tingle deep within him at the thought of his black deeds. It seemed as if a
small seed of darkness remained in him from that time, slowly growing in force, growing,
growing until it threatened to swallow him up! But no...Sailor Moon had removed the
darkness with her powers. He was himself again, a hero, a good man. A good man. A GOOD
MAN.
Sighing deeply, as he returned to his room and lay back down, he prayed that
it was true.
(II.)
"Oooh!! Look Darien! Isn't that just the cuuuuutest dress you have EVER seen?"
Serena squealed excitedly. With an effort born of true shopping enjoyment, she dragged
her reluctant boyfriend by the arm over to the store window. "Oh, its just gorgeous! I
bet I'd look so totally great in THAT! Mmmmm...all those sequins! Soooo shiny, and sooo
elegant..." Serena continued to go on and on about the dress but Darien only half-heard
her words. The dream last night still bothered him. It had even started to creep over
into his daytime thoughts. Taking Serena shopping for clothes had only sparked other
deep dark thoughts, thoughts of how HE would have dressed her, had he successfully
captured her and the other Scouts, in the Negaverse. Images of her, clothed only in
black leather and lace, her large bouncy breasts confined, her nipples exposed, and
her virgin pussy, still untouched since they had started dating, bared, shaved close
for him, oiled and ready---
"DAAAARIEN!!" She replied loudly, causing him (and half the patrons of the mall)
to turn in her direction. "You're not listening! You haven't heard a word I said!"
"Huh?" he sputtered, coming back to the present. Damn! What was wrong with him
lately? "Sorry, babe, I just kinda zoned out there for a bit. So, do you wanna try this
one on?"
Crossing her arms, she replied huffily. "If you'd been PAYING attention, you
would have heard me say that its a lovely beautiful dress...but so TOTALLY not my style,
I mean, yes its nice and I would look SUPER HOT in it, but it is just too elegant to
wear for anything other than a royal ball or something! And the price tag---OUCH! It
give me stomach cramps just THINKING about it! C'mon, I think I see something I like
in THAT store!"
Half an hour later, Darien was barely keeping his frustration in check. He
could understand her need to window shop, to ooh and ahh at everything that caught
her eye, but after 3 hours at the mall and nothing purchased, he had about had it!
Sometimes he wondered to himself why he had fallen in love with a younger girl
instead of one a little older...and MUCH more mature?!?!
"Serena!" he said finally, cutting through another string of bubbly
enthusiastic babbling. "Its getting late! We need to go ahead and get what you need
and get out of here. I still have a few stops to make. It may be the weekend, but
SOME of us still have important work to do."
"OK, Mr. Grum-py!" she replied, not the least be remorseful. "Let's go to the
shoe store. It's the last stop I promise! I just KNOW they have those nice black leather
pumps I have been looking for!" Letting out a squeal, she again dragged him off to
another store, only to be jerked back as he pulled them to a halt.
"No, Serena, I mean it. I have been having a bad day...I have...a headache.
And I want us to leave now."
"Oh come on, Darien," she said, giving her best pout. "It'll only take a few
minutes, 5 at the most! I just gotta see if they are in yet! And," she said slyly,
rubbing her toe of her shoe against his leg, "I know how much you LIKE watching me try
on shoes, how you like any excuse to look at my feet." Watching his face turn bright
red in embarrassment, Serena knew she had struck a nerve. "C'mon Darien...pah-
leeeeeeseee?"
Rubbing his throbbing temples, he muttered "alright." They were moving again
almost before the words had come out of his mouth. Inside the store, he sat down,
wearily, as his girlfriend indulged herself, trying on pair after pair of shoes. A
moment later, Raye walked by, coming up beside him. "Hi Darien," she said softly,
hugging his shoulder. "I see old 'Meatball Head' is putting you through the paces
again hmm?"
Raising his head wearily, he nodded. "You could say that."
Noticing the bags under his eyes for the first time, Raye turned her
attention fully to him. "Darien? are you alright? You seem kinda flushed...and
your eyes are all red and puffy, like you haven't slept in days. Is anything the
matter?"
Having the lovely spirited dark-haired girl's attention on him brought a
small smile to his face. Raye: a loud, outspoken, rebellious tomcat of a woman,
proud, fearless, and very sexy. They had dated for a while, very strongly, and
deep feelings still ran between them. But when their past lives had been revealed,
that he and Serena had been in love, and were destined to be together, then Raye
had stepped aside. She now dated a boy that stayed at her grandfather's shrine,
an up-and-coming rock star, named Todd. Still, they remained very close friends.
"It's nothing major, Raye," he told his worried friend. "Just a bad headache.
I haven't been sleeping all that well lately, to tell the truth. I'll be fine if I
get some rest."
"Well," Raye said, a little loudly, hoping Serena would overhear, "if you
need someone to help you relax, to maybe massage that headache away for you, I'm at
your service. Just say the word and I'm there, Hunkmeister!"
"HEEEYY!!" squealed a suddenly jealous Serena, rushing over. "Raye hands off!
You had your chance, this dreamboat is mine! Tell her, Darien, *I* am the one that is
taking you home and massaging away that bad ol' headache! Aren't I?"
For the briefest of moments, he was tempted to tell her he was going with
Raye. But looking into that sweet pouty face (and knowing that he gave in more to
keep her from nagging than out of a sense of loyalty) he conceded. "If you're ready
to go, then I'll take you up on that offer, Serena.. My head is killing me and all
I wanna do now is go home and lie down."
"Fine! I'll just go pay for these and I'll be right back," she replied,
turning around and giving Raye a I-told-you-so-look, only to receive a razzberry
from the smirking Raye in return.
Just then a loud crash sounded, and a strange looking man came running
through the mall, laughing insanely. "Stop! Stop thief! Help! Someone, anyone, he
has all my money!" a frantic woman yelled. In a flash, Serena and Raye had vanished,
sneaking out of sight to transform into their alter-egos. Darien, too, rose to his
feet, only to slide back to his knees, his head pounding relentlessly in pain. It
was a constantly building pressure, that seemed to increase exponentially every
second until he felt like it would split his skull. "Serena," he called out weakly.
"Raye? Anyone? I think...I think I need..." No one noticed him, sliding down to the
floor, his back against the wall, with all eyes focused on the two gorgeous heroines
in their little Sailor suits, as they apprehended the thief, leaving him tied up
helpless for security to take away. The cheers from the crowd drowned out his groan
of pain as he fell into unconsciousness...
He was walking down a long shadowy hallway, with the hollow sound of
footsteps trailing close behind him. He didn't turn back to look, but he knew
somehow that if the person behind him caught up with him, he would be finished.
He hurried on, down the endless hallway, running for hours, days, perhaps years,
time had no meaning here, he somehow knew. He ran and ran and ran until he could
run no more. Tired, weary, exhausted, he slumped to his knees. Without turning,
he knew his tormentor stood silently, walking slowly in for the kill. Trying with
all his might, he summoned the strength to rise to his feet, to meet his adversary
face to face, as much as he feared it. He had run from him long enough, and could
run no more. Come what may, there had to be an end to it, once and for all.
Darien glanced down at himself. He was dressed as Tuxedo Mask again, his
cane at the ready in his hand like a sword. At that moment, his enemy attacked,
still obscured partially by the shadows, a large black saber slicing down at him.
Bravely Darien fought, but it was obvious in a few strokes that his enemy was
the better. Battered, bloody, and beaten, Darien fell to the floor, the dark
blade protruding from his chest. Weakly he looked up into his murder's face,
seeing him clearly for the first time, and he let out a small weak agonizing
laugh. His foe, his murderer, was none other than Darien himself, his dark side,
ascending...
Darien came to with a start. Several anxious faces were surrounding him,
including Raye's and Serena's. Shaking his head to clear it of the cobwebs, he
gestured to everyone to back off anf give him room to stand. "Are you okay now
Darien?" Serena asked, wringing her hands nervously. "I'm sorry, I should have
been paying attention to you instead of running off like that. I didn't know you
were feeling so bad! This is all my fault!"
"No its my fault," Raye broke in. "I KNEW he was feeling that bad, I
should have stayed by his side. I just didn't think---"
"It was BOTH of your faults," Darien replied, cutting them both off.
"What's done is done, I'm awake now, and my headache is better." Running his
hand through his black hair, he flashed a smile at the two dumbstruck girls.
They had never heard him speak that way to them before. "Let's get out of here.
I have a lot of work planned this weekend, and time is wasting." As they walked
out of the mall together, he chuckled evilly to himself. Oh yes, a LOT of work
planned this weekend.
(III.)
The next few days were confusing ones for Serena. Her Darien seemed like
a totally different person. At first she thought he was still irritable or out
of sorts from the headache, but he assured her he was now feeling fine. Then she
thought perhaps he was upset at her for leaving him that way at the mall, but he
told her he had forgiven both her and Raye for leaving. Yet he acted...cool
towards her now, as if his feelings for her had changed. Unless they had privacy,
when he all but tried to force her to have sex with him!! She was just NOT ready
for that step yet, and though she loved him with all her heart, she wasn't ready
to give it up to him, not just yet. "Why's he being so insistent though?" she
thought to herself. "Sure,he's been wanting to do it for a while, but until now
he's been willing to let me take things slow and easy. Why the sudden change
all of the sudden? I wonder if Raye...and he...no. It couldn't be that. He
would have told me if he had feelings in that direction...and RAYE certainly
would, she is my BEST FRIEND!" No, something was wrong here, she just couldn't
figure out what. Its like he's turned into a completely new person, she thought,
exasperated.
Serena's perceptions were not far off the mark. Indeed, Darien had become
a totally different person from the man she knew. His hidden dark side had
resurfaced, and it had plans in the works for her and the other Sailor Scouts.
He didn't have the power of the Negaverse to call on anymore to help him seduce
and control the others, so he was forced to depend on guile, cunning, treachery,
and all the knowledge at his disposal.
An avid student of psychology and behavior modification, with his own
firsthand experience, Darien had formulated a plan to transform the Sailor
Scouts into his sex slaves. He realized the mistake the Negaverse had made long
ago, and decided to strip the Sailor Scouts of their power base: their unity.
Simply take them out one by one, and have them corrupt the others from within.
Divide and conquer. Sailor Moon herself would be the last to fall. Darien
smiled wickedly as he pictured it: alone, betrayed by those she thought of
as friends, watching as they all one by one submitted to her boyfriend's
not-so-tender ministrations, serving his every pleasure before her very eyes.
And then, once her spirit had been broken, he would break her will as well,
shatter her mind, and mold her into his most submissive and passionate f@$k
slave.
Ah, but first things first. He would have to take them one by one and
put them in his power, but subtly and discreetly, so not as to arouse suspicion
and alert the others. And knowing them as well as he did, he knew exactly who
his first target would be. And where to find her.
((Enough with the long exposition. Now, the actual tickling begins. -JD))
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Ami was busy taking notes from one of the many books stacked at her
table in the library, when suddenly she felt a touch at her shoulder. She
gasped and nearly jumped out of her skin! It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon,
and she knew that no one in the whole area except perhaps herself would EVER be
spending their time studying, especially during summer vacation. But she loved
to study, loved learning new and interesting things, and a student studying to
be a doctor one day needed all the extra study time she could get! So, when she
looked back at the hand on her shoulder, it was a complete surprise to find
herself staring up at her friend Darien.
He smiled. "Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you. I guess you were really
deeply involved in your reading." Pulling up a chair, he sat down next to her,
placing the three or four books he was carrying on the table next to her own.
"Oh hi, Darien," Ami said shyly. "I didn't expect to see anyone I knew
here today. What brings you to the library?"
He gazed at the beautiful young girl. She was short and slim, with big
expressive blue eyes and a short cut hair that was dark, black with blue highlights.
She looked as if she could be a fashion model, yet the sweet innocent girl
thought nothing of her looks. She was shy, and intelligent, and somewhat
introverted, preferring the quiet loneliness of a good book, to a cheerful
energetic night on the town with her friends. Her brilliant mind raced with
dreams and wishes and longings; she desired to have fun and take life by the
horns, but her quiet demeanor and reserved personality kept her from it. With
a smile, Darien determined to change the lovely young girl's life for the
better.
"I was looking for YOU actually," he said, holding up one of his books.
The cover read: Behavior Modification and Psychology. "This is something I'll
be taking up next semester in school, and I heard from a friend that last
year's exam was a killer. I thought I'd better do a little research and study
up a bit---I really need to pass this class next year, its a required course
for my major. And, who better to help me study than the smartest girl in the
entire city?" He flashed her a radiant smile, and Ami visibly perked,
giggling slightly at the compliment.
Ami had always secretly envied Serena and Darien. He was sooo
handsome, and he was smart and confident and utterly sexy. Many a night in
bed she had fantasized about her dream man, whisking her away, sweeping her
off her feet and seducing her, making her virtually melt in his arms. The man
always bore a striking resemblance to Tuxedo Mask. As she sat across from him,
she couldn't help but admire him even more. He was a good friend, and they had
battled the evils of the Negaverse side by side many times. It felt good to
know that he had thought of her when he needed help with something.
"I'd be glad to help you anyway I can, Darien, but I must confess I
don't know all that much about Psychology. We haven't advanced that far in
school yet, and I haven't come across that subject in my own independent
studies. Still, it sounds fascinating, " she said with a smile.
"Good," he replied, standing up and taking Ami's hand gently,
caressing it with his thumb as he grasped his books with the other. "Let's
go to one of the study rooms on the upper floors for some privacy." Privacy?
Ami thought, confused. We are the only ones here! "We might make a lot of
noise trying out some of the things in the book," Darien continued quickly,
sensing her confusion, "you know, talking and commenting and all, and the
librarian isn't exactly a good friend of mine---ever since I played that
prank on her in the sixth grade with the water balloon---anyway, we'd be
better off as far from her as possible."
Ami blushed at the intimate feeling of his fingers stroking her hand,
and not really hearing his words, she replied. "Um, ok, if you say so."
Darien had, in fact, already read and studied up on the subject, and had
taken the class LAST year, not the upcoming year. He now used this information,
putting it to good use. He knew Ami liked him, and that she was shy and
easily embarrassed, so caressing her hand gently and seductively, he was
able to distract her from his nonsensical explanation for being alone with
her. He knew however, that a mind as sharp as hers would have to be very
much distracted in order to fulfill his "Master" plan.
Leading her to a deserted study room, he adjusted the lamp lights
to a dim level. "Hope you don't mind, but I thought it would be more
comfortable this way...in helping us relax and study I mean. Don't want
you to get the wrong idea." he said smiling, knowing full well it was such
a WRONG idea that he was striving for. "This is all in the sake of research.
The book states that to change a person's way of thinking, you first have
to make them comfortable, and relaxed. Tell me, Ami, does the lighting here
relax you like it is?"
"Um...yes, yes its nice," she said, a bit surprised, trying to regain
her balance the rapid-fire occurrences were throwing her off from. "It's very
nice, but it makes it kind of hard to READ at this low intensity."
"Don't worry, it's just to help set the mood. We can turn the lights
back up later, as we try out the suggestions in the book." Darien glanced into
the book. "Okay, lighting---check. Hmmm. The book also suggests that in order
to create a pleasurable atmosphere, and influence a person's thinking, all
the senses should be accentuated, which includes hearing as well." Darien
took out a small pocket tape player from his pocket. "Now, this is a library,
and we can't play music, but you might find this tape enjoyable...its a nature
soundtrack tape I picked up! It sounds like the soft gentle ocean surf flowing
in and out to shore." Pushing play, he leaned back, watching Ami very carefully.
The tape was a normal everyday tape, nothing special about it, except
that it was designed to relax a person. Perhaps later, when Ami was fully his
helpless and obedient slave, he would use her expertise with computers and
electronics to create a subliminal version for the others. The sounds of the
ocean filled the room, cool, calming, relaxing, and slowly Ami leaned back
into her chair, visibly relaxing, her hands releasing the grip on the table,
and sliding limply to her lap. A smile graced her luscious lips. "Mmmm...
that IS relaxing. It reminds me of the last time I went to the beach."
Good. "That's great Ami, it seems that this stuff work after all.
Just a few more things to try and I think we can call it a day." He moved
his chair closer to hers, near the edge of the table. "Let's test how
relaxed you are and see if it influences your thinking. I'll ask you to do
something totally off-the-wall, something you would NEVER do on your own,
and see how hard it is for you to resist the idea. Okay...hmmm...Ami, stand
up and cluck like a chicken."
Ami giggled softly. "Don't be silly, Darien. I'm NOT going to do that."
Darien moved in closer, head bent down, as if deep in thought.
"Darn, thought I had you going there for a second. You must not be relaxed
enough yet. Now...what can I do to relax you even more? Oh...I know! I'll
do what I do to help Serena relax after a frustrating day. Hold on." At
that, Darien grasped Ami's left foot and slid it into his lap, and before
she could protest, he had slipped of her patent leather shoe and was
massaging her frilly socked foot.
"Darien? What the...What are you DOIN--oh...ohhhhhh, hehehehe...my my
that feels GOOD." Ami smiled and shuddered pleasantly. She took very good care
of her feet, always using lotions and oils, and gave herself weekly pedicures
to keep them soft and healthy. She had been wearing her shoes all day and as a
result her feet were VERY VERY sensitive to Darien's skilled ministrations.
She knew she should protest, that it simply wasn't proper to have him handle
a part of her body this way, in a public place, and besides which he was the
boyfriend of a very dear and close friend! But it felt sssooo good, and the
low lighting and the soothing sounds from the cassette player, made her not
want it to stop. Against her will, she felt herself starting to enjoy it.
From her medical studies she knew about massage, and about the various nerve
endings, and how careful and constant manipulation of certain nerve clusters
caused erotic sensations, on body parts not even considered as erogenous
zones. Still, that knowledge couldn't stop her from becoming very relaxed and
highly aroused at the attention her foot was receiving. When Darien slid her
other foot into his lap and removed its shoe as well, she merely closed her
eyes and drifted, barely paying it any mind.
She's starting to fold, he thought smugly to himself. Now to deepen
the spell even more. "Okay, Ami, would you cluck like a chicken for me NOW?"
It took a few moments for his words to register. Giggling like the little
school girl she was, Ami shook her head.
"Nope...hehehehe...not gonna do it yet. Keep trying though. Hehehe."
Darien smiled, taking a small bottle of scented oil from his pocket,
he placed it on the table, then removed the frilly socks, baring two of the
softest, most tender milky white feet he had ever seen. The lovely girl seemed
to have a thing for blue, for like her fingernails, her toenails were also
painted a brilliant pale blue, lending her an even greater aura of childlike
innocence. With much relish, he rubbed some of the potent smelling oil into
his hands and began rubbing it into her soft bare soles, eliciting a soft
coo of pleasure from her.
"Tee hee hee...what is that you're using? It smells hehehehe good...
like fresh vanilla and cinnamon, tee hee hee..." she said, leaning back
deeper into the chair, her toes wiggling idly in pleasure, a hand moving
idly down to her waist. She felt almost as if she were floating on a soft
white cloud of pure pleasure, starting from her toes straight up her legs
to her increasingly wet loins, to the very top of her head.
"The book says to relax and excite ALL the five senses, so now
I've added SMELL to the list,: he said matter-of-factly. "Combined with
the studying I have done on physiology, I am stroking specific nerve endings
in your body to relax and arouse you, to lead you further and further down
into that relaxing pleasure you enjoy so much...relaxing more and more every
second..." His voice softened, and lowered to a soft monotonic voice, barely
heard above the ocean waves, but readily accepted into Ami's confused and
pleasure sorted mind. "Yes, Ami, just sit back and relax, that's it,
relax...rest, and just let the soft tender pleasure wash over you, just
like the ocean waves you are listening to, coming IN" ---poking and
prodding the nerves to her pleasure centers--- "and OUT, in and out, in
and out, sooo relaxing, so calm and peaceful it makes you just want to
driiiiiiffftttt away in pleasure..."
Ami had never felt this way before. Her body felt so loose, so supple,
like she was wrapped in wool. His 'massage' was soft and sensual, but she would
usually be unable to keep still for this long with the inadvertent tickling he
was causing her. Vaugely she felt something was wrong, that she had lost
control of the situation, but it was so hard to think clearly. Her brain was
like a muscle she could no longer flex, it was being 'relaxed' just like the
rest of her body. She knew Darien was doing something to her, that he was
hypnotizing her, and that she had to break out of it before it was too late,
before she was too far gone, but it was so HARD to think, to talk, to shake
off that oh so lovely feeling. "No..." she mumbled weakly, trying to raise
up from her seat. "You're...ummmm...you're doing something to me...uhhh
mmmm...it feels sooo good...but NO, no...you have to stop, Darien."
Moving closer, he placed a hand over Ami's head, pressing her back
down into the seat again, softly stroking her face, and pressing her
eyelids closed once more. "Now now, none of that, just sit back and relax,
Ami...relax...don't fight it. I'm your friend Ami, and its okay to just
sit here and relax with me. Relax. Yes, doesn't that feel good when you
Relax and listen to my voice? See you don't need to think, just rest and
Relax. Don't think about anything at all, just sit back and listen to the
gentle waves, and the sound of my voice." Slowly, the last bit of
resistance flooded out of her, and a soft smile slid across her lips.
Darien continued to whisper in her ear softly, commanding her to relax,
to listen to his voice, not to think, not to fight it, for a few more
minutes, making absolutely sure she was receptive. Finally, he leaned
back in his own chair, wiping his brow, and took out the notes he'd
prepared. Checking his watch, he smiled. 'An hour and 35 minutes to put
her under.' he said to himself. ' Not too bad. Hopefully I will get better
with practice.'
"Ami," he whispered softly. "Ami, listen to my voice...my voice,
like a strong rope holding you, keeping you anchored in the soft blissful
relaxing cloud you are in. My voice, Ami. You can hear ONLY my voice now,
not even your own thoughts, only my words. Do you understand?"
The girl stirred slightly, her head moving a bit, before settling
back down again. "Yessss..."
"Good. From now on, you will do whatever Darien tells you. Darien
is your friend, and you trust him, but now he is much more. He is your Master
now, and you live only to please him."
"Mmmm...My...Mmmmaster...live only...to please...him."
Darien reached over and slid her skirt up high to her chest,
uncovering her panty covered crotch. The wetness there was clearly visible
and very large. Smirking, Darien knew the next part of her programming would
be accepted by her subconscious with no problems. "Ami, you love your Master
Darien, don't you? You feel very hot and wet thinking about him, being around
him, don't you?" A single finger caressed the mazed girl's clit, stroking,
tickling, as he continued, re-emphasizing the questions all the more.
"Mmmm...yesss...oh oh...so hot...and wet...ohhhh uhhhh for my
Master," she exclaimed with a loud moan.
"You feel such pleasure serving your Master, Ami, so much pleasure,
you would do ANYTHING he commands you, anything he asks, and each time you
do something to please him the pleasure increases, and increases, bringing
you closer and closer and closer to a sweet hard release." He was now
vigorously fingering away at her smoldering pussy, the wet squishing sounds
filling the room, while the unconscious Sailor Scout's hips jerked and humped
with each thrust. He smiled wickedly when he felt the small membrane inside
her, her virgin 'cherry' and thought with much pleasure on taking it from her
a little later. "But as much pleasure as you feel, my little slave, you can
not cum, you can NEVER cum, unless your Master gives his permission!"
The girl was wimpering and crying softly now with unfulfilled need.
Mercifuly, Darien stopped his wicked fingers from their task, but Ami's body
continued to twist and turn in need. Hmmm, maybe I can take advanyage of her
current state a little longer. "Ami, you will answer me clearly and concisely,
and above all, truthfully. Have you ever been with another girl sexually?"
"Uhhhhh ummmm..uhhhh..n-n-noo Master...never...I...I don't like...
girls that way," she exclaimed, still riding the edge of her orgasm. The
previous commands to feel even more arousal everytime she obeyed a command
kicked in as she answered, and her back arched as her body flooded with
even more pleasure. The sound and sight of the little sex-starved slave
caused Darien to grunt in need himself, and it was a struggle not to rip
off his pants and f@$k his mesmerized slave right then and there, but he
reminded himself he wanted her fully conscious, and aware of her actions
when he finally took her. Time to wrap things up!
"Ami, my little f@$ktoy, from now on,. you see girls in a whole new
light. Any girl that I find attractive in the least, you will suddenly find
sexually arousing. You will desire to have passionate lesbian sex with her,
and what's more, when having sex with any girl I give you, an enslaved little
f@$ktoy like yourself you will find yourself becoming the dominate sex partner.
It will delight and arouse you with every new domination of your partner."
Darien had a thought. "Oh, and since you can only be with a woman *I* give
to you, you have the freedom to cum without my permission as long as you
girls are f@$king." Chuckling to himself, "It would be rather inconvient
having to chaperone you everytime you got the urge if I had my OWN hands
full. Now then, Ami, when I count to three, you will awaken, remembering
everything I have done to you, but you will not be able to resist any of
my commands nor will you want to. You will find yourself enjoying the
freedom and liberation I have given you. You will beg me to f@$k you, and
with your first orgasm, the last of your resistance to me will vanish,
leaving you my total and complete slave FOREVER. Now! one, two, three.
Awaken!"
Ami's eyes snapped open instantly, and with a loud moan her hands
went straight to her soaking crotch. Gazing up at her new "Master" she
could only sob softly, knowing full well what was happening to her, and
how she was unable to stop it. Her intellect was of no use when her
body overrid her mind. "Why, mas...Darien?" she managed to say. "Why
have you done this to me?"
Darien stood up and slowly removed his shirt and his pants,
lettting it pool down at his feet. His boxers soon joined the pile,
and Ami licked her lips hungrily as she stared at his naked body,
sporting a very sizable erection. "Quite simply, I desired you, Ami.
I've done you a big favor too, you know. I know deep down inside the
REAL you wanted and desired this kind of sexual subjugation, that
your shyness and your incredible smarts were the only things holding
you back. Look at yourself Ami, you are a goddess! Any man would give
his right eye to be where I am right now, if only you would let them
know what you had to offer. Well, I've taken your mind and your will
out of the equation, and the entire formula has been changed. Now
tell me honestly, do you REALLY wish to go back to how you used to
be? Or do you want to give in, submit to me fully, and let me take
you somewhere you could never have imagined?"
Ami stood there shuddering, clutching her arms tightly about
herself. He knew her all too well, and every second she stood there
looking at him the more she desired to give in. Her pussy literally
THROBBED to be filled with his cock, and quite without realizing she
had moved suddenly she had moved from her chair to stand directly in
front of him. With a deep sigh, she signaled her submission to him
by dropping to her knees before him, and lowering her head. A single
word escaped her lips, soft but easily heard. "Master."
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An hour later, Darien reclined back in his padded char, idly
running his fingers through his little slave's bluish hair. Ami,
sighing with pleasure at his touch, knelt naked on the floor at his
feet. Her Master had used her and used her well, commanding her to
give him head (which she didn't like at first, but once she saw how
much HE enjoyed it, she began to enjoy it as well) her feminine
instincts kicking in, so that at the end she was performing like a
professional porno flick star! When he came in her mouth, it was a
struggle to contain all his delicious cum, but she managed somehow not
to spill a single drop. After teasing and prodding his member back to
life with her tongue, her horny Master started the main event, fulling
her needful pussy and f@$king the living daylights out of her, while
he teased and tickled her nubile, naked body. Each thrust seemed to
make her feel more vulnerable, more submissive to him, and the tickling
seemed to just intensify everything. In the end, he had to cover her
mouth to cover her constant giggle-moan-screams of "YESS MASTER OH YESS
YESS AAHHH MY MASTER YESSS!!"
Feeling much recovered from the experience, he glanced down at
his new convert. "Ami, love, its time to get back to business." Opening
a notebook, and showing her what he had in mind, he quickly explained.
"By next week, I want to have all the other Sailor Scouts as well
trained and conditioned as you, and for that I am going to need your
help. The key to the sucess of this plan is that they do not suspect
anything is going on, until it is too late. I plan to 'TURN' them all,
one by one, and have you and the other new recruits help turn the others."
Darien smiled his wicked evil smile, and Ami shuddered in dark sensual
pleasure. She loved when he got all EVIL like that.
"I'll be willing to help in ANY way you wish, Master, of course,"
Ami said, cuddling close to Darien's leg, idly stroking his cock. "I even
have an idea how to trap Mina and Lita right off! I am supposed to help
Mina set up her new computer tomorrow afternoon, and I know we could
create a subliminal computer program to ensnare her. As for Lita, well
even before today I was fooling around with this chemical formula I had
invented a few weeks ago that renders the person that consumes it...
VERY suggestable to whatever the first person they see tells them. At
the time I didn't see any practical use for it, but MAYBE my very
creative Master could make use of it next time Lita comes over to cook
for you?" Ami smiled, lashes blinking coyly. Darien had to admit, he
loved the new improved Sailor Mercury even better. Speaking of which...
"That's great, Ami. We'll get right on it. But there's just one
more thing we need to experiment on first." Glancing around the empty
library once more, out of sheer paranoia, he confirmed the coast was
clear. "I want to make sure that you stay my little slave when you
transform into Sailor Mercury. The release of all that cosmic power...
its still an unknown, it might return your mind back to...what it was
before."
Ami frowned. Why would she want to go back like THAT? She
remembered the OLD Ami with lothing, and contempt, the little goody,
two-shoes brainiac! Now that her true self had been released she wanted
NEVER to go back into isolation again. "Please Master," she begged,
"do I HAVE to? What if...what if I do change back?"
"Don't worry, my pet, I've taken precautions just in case you
do, but with luck it won't be necessary. Besides," he said with a grin,
"I love watching your sweet naked body just before your Suit appears---
its soooo sexy! Now, change!"
Taking a deep breath, and clutching her wand, she calls forth
her powers. "MERCURY... STAAAARRRR...POWER!!!"
In a dazzling display of light and energy, Ami begins to glow
with power, her few remaining clothes whisked away, as she twirls and
dances nimbly through the cascade of cosmic energy filling her, until
with one final flex of her arms, Sailor Mercury stands, in all her glory,
in her lovely little powder-blue-and-white Sailor Suit, complete with
matching boots, gloves and tiara. Holding her trademark pose for just
a moment, she stares up at Darien, eyebrow lifted slightly, as if to
say, 'Well?'.
Recovering his voice, Darien asks cautiously, "Sailor
Mercury...Ami...are you okay?"
Tilting her head slightly to the side, she giggled. "Of
course, Master. Everything's A-ok! Now, can I PLEASE get out of these
clothes so you can f@$k your slave one more time before we start working?"
>>>>>End of Chapter 1.
and complicated than the other (yeah, I know, ALL of my stuff is
involved and complicated, so sue me) which tended to focus more on
the TICKLING. As I said, this story was originally meant for another
forum, one fetish oriented, but with more emphasis on the MIND
CONTROL aspect, with tickling as a secondary. Just a word of warning.
This first chapter starts kinda slow but believe me the story gets
much better (with more tickling) as it goes along. Trust me on that!
J-dark.
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Sailor Moon: Subtle Seduction
by
J-Dark
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Foreword: This story contains adult situations, adult language, of course, SEX, a
little violence, rape, molestation, fetishism, bondage, and of course, tickling... you
know, the general "NC-17" stuff bordering on "X" rated. The kind of things not suitable
for young children. So, despite the Sailor Moon title, if you are not legal, 18 or 21,
whatever your state allows, then press that BACK button *NOW*!! If you're offended or
troubled by the idea of even pretend cartoon young adults having sex (how old are these
girls, anyway?) then press the BACK button as well. You've been warned.
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NOTE: The characters, Sailor Moon, Tuxedo Mask, the Sailor Scouts, and the like, are the
brainchild(ren) of Naoko Takeuchi and Kodansha. I only *WISH* I had been that creative!
(grin) But this is my story based on those characters and my own perverse fantasies.
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(Chapter I. Mercury Mesmerized)
Darien came awake with a start, sweat-soaked, his heart hammering in his chest
like a kettle drum. Glancing around the shadowy room, the familiar setting slowly eased
his troubled mind. It had been a dream... no a NIGHTMARE! Glancing at the neon display
on the wall, he cursed softly. 3 am, and a busy day tomorrow. Getting to his feet, he
moved to his bathroom, to splash his face, and try and wash the terrible scenes from
his mind.
The nightmares were coming again, more frequently than ever before. It had to
have been caused by the recent climactic battle with the Lord of Silence a few weeks ago.
How they had all managed to survive that, he still didn't know, but somehow, some way,
Serena had pulled through just in time. Serena...his girlfriend's name invoked more
nightmare images, and Darien shook his head furiously trying to clear them from his
mind. "I'm not like that!" he growled to himself. "That wasn't me! That person no longer
exists... it's just a flashback, an afterimage of that time. I just have to stay focused,
and it will pass."
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, he paused a moment, looking at himself.
The image of the tall, handsome dark haired man, looking frazzled, and worried, vanished
for a second, replaced by another image---the same man, a few years ago, a look of
confidence, and control, and EVIL, marring his handsome features. By their own accord,
the memories came flooding back...
He had been fighting alongside the girls, the Sailor Scouts, but for his own
reasons, trying to stop the Negaforce from gathering Crystals, when he was blindsided,
wounded, and crippled. He had been captured and taken to the Negaverse, where Queen
Beryl had worked her dark evil magic on him, draining his strength, slowly filling him
with evil energy, corrupting him slowly and subtly, until she had changed him, converted
him to a soldier of the Negaverse, Queen Beryl's own right-hand man. And oh, he served
his Queen in ways other than defending her kingdom. She used her magic to make him her
servant, at least at first, submissive to her, serving her pleasures, though she could
not totally conquer his spirit. Instead, her tampering triggered something within him,
something dark and ominous. Soon, in time, as the darkness within him grew, it was
HE who became the Master in the bedroom, the once mighty Queen now forced to submit
herself sexually to her own captive. Prince Darien thought it best to let her retain
control over her troops, and her kingdom; however, they both knew full well who called
the shots now.
In the following weeks, he clashed with his former friends and colleagues, the
Sailor Scouts, always battling to a stalemate, never able to fully capitalize on a true
victory. Their unity was their saving grace---together as a team they were unbeatable.
Plus, although it would have been far easier to simply eliminate them, as Beryl wanted,
Prince Darien had something more fiendish in mind. To capture the Scouts, and bend their
wills, to make them submit to the dark forces of the Negaverse the way he had, and to
control them utterly, as his own personal sex toys. Alas, it was not to be, for in the
last climactic battle, it was his once girlfriend and love, Sailor Moon, who was able
to summon powers enough to defeat Beryl, sealing off the Negaverse, and with the use
of her crescent wand, free Darien of the evil darkness within him. He was saved,
returned to normal...
Or so it had seemed. He still nightmared about that time on occasion, feeling
a small tingle deep within him at the thought of his black deeds. It seemed as if a
small seed of darkness remained in him from that time, slowly growing in force, growing,
growing until it threatened to swallow him up! But no...Sailor Moon had removed the
darkness with her powers. He was himself again, a hero, a good man. A good man. A GOOD
MAN.
Sighing deeply, as he returned to his room and lay back down, he prayed that
it was true.
(II.)
"Oooh!! Look Darien! Isn't that just the cuuuuutest dress you have EVER seen?"
Serena squealed excitedly. With an effort born of true shopping enjoyment, she dragged
her reluctant boyfriend by the arm over to the store window. "Oh, its just gorgeous! I
bet I'd look so totally great in THAT! Mmmmm...all those sequins! Soooo shiny, and sooo
elegant..." Serena continued to go on and on about the dress but Darien only half-heard
her words. The dream last night still bothered him. It had even started to creep over
into his daytime thoughts. Taking Serena shopping for clothes had only sparked other
deep dark thoughts, thoughts of how HE would have dressed her, had he successfully
captured her and the other Scouts, in the Negaverse. Images of her, clothed only in
black leather and lace, her large bouncy breasts confined, her nipples exposed, and
her virgin pussy, still untouched since they had started dating, bared, shaved close
for him, oiled and ready---
"DAAAARIEN!!" She replied loudly, causing him (and half the patrons of the mall)
to turn in her direction. "You're not listening! You haven't heard a word I said!"
"Huh?" he sputtered, coming back to the present. Damn! What was wrong with him
lately? "Sorry, babe, I just kinda zoned out there for a bit. So, do you wanna try this
one on?"
Crossing her arms, she replied huffily. "If you'd been PAYING attention, you
would have heard me say that its a lovely beautiful dress...but so TOTALLY not my style,
I mean, yes its nice and I would look SUPER HOT in it, but it is just too elegant to
wear for anything other than a royal ball or something! And the price tag---OUCH! It
give me stomach cramps just THINKING about it! C'mon, I think I see something I like
in THAT store!"
Half an hour later, Darien was barely keeping his frustration in check. He
could understand her need to window shop, to ooh and ahh at everything that caught
her eye, but after 3 hours at the mall and nothing purchased, he had about had it!
Sometimes he wondered to himself why he had fallen in love with a younger girl
instead of one a little older...and MUCH more mature?!?!
"Serena!" he said finally, cutting through another string of bubbly
enthusiastic babbling. "Its getting late! We need to go ahead and get what you need
and get out of here. I still have a few stops to make. It may be the weekend, but
SOME of us still have important work to do."
"OK, Mr. Grum-py!" she replied, not the least be remorseful. "Let's go to the
shoe store. It's the last stop I promise! I just KNOW they have those nice black leather
pumps I have been looking for!" Letting out a squeal, she again dragged him off to
another store, only to be jerked back as he pulled them to a halt.
"No, Serena, I mean it. I have been having a bad day...I have...a headache.
And I want us to leave now."
"Oh come on, Darien," she said, giving her best pout. "It'll only take a few
minutes, 5 at the most! I just gotta see if they are in yet! And," she said slyly,
rubbing her toe of her shoe against his leg, "I know how much you LIKE watching me try
on shoes, how you like any excuse to look at my feet." Watching his face turn bright
red in embarrassment, Serena knew she had struck a nerve. "C'mon Darien...pah-
leeeeeeseee?"
Rubbing his throbbing temples, he muttered "alright." They were moving again
almost before the words had come out of his mouth. Inside the store, he sat down,
wearily, as his girlfriend indulged herself, trying on pair after pair of shoes. A
moment later, Raye walked by, coming up beside him. "Hi Darien," she said softly,
hugging his shoulder. "I see old 'Meatball Head' is putting you through the paces
again hmm?"
Raising his head wearily, he nodded. "You could say that."
Noticing the bags under his eyes for the first time, Raye turned her
attention fully to him. "Darien? are you alright? You seem kinda flushed...and
your eyes are all red and puffy, like you haven't slept in days. Is anything the
matter?"
Having the lovely spirited dark-haired girl's attention on him brought a
small smile to his face. Raye: a loud, outspoken, rebellious tomcat of a woman,
proud, fearless, and very sexy. They had dated for a while, very strongly, and
deep feelings still ran between them. But when their past lives had been revealed,
that he and Serena had been in love, and were destined to be together, then Raye
had stepped aside. She now dated a boy that stayed at her grandfather's shrine,
an up-and-coming rock star, named Todd. Still, they remained very close friends.
"It's nothing major, Raye," he told his worried friend. "Just a bad headache.
I haven't been sleeping all that well lately, to tell the truth. I'll be fine if I
get some rest."
"Well," Raye said, a little loudly, hoping Serena would overhear, "if you
need someone to help you relax, to maybe massage that headache away for you, I'm at
your service. Just say the word and I'm there, Hunkmeister!"
"HEEEYY!!" squealed a suddenly jealous Serena, rushing over. "Raye hands off!
You had your chance, this dreamboat is mine! Tell her, Darien, *I* am the one that is
taking you home and massaging away that bad ol' headache! Aren't I?"
For the briefest of moments, he was tempted to tell her he was going with
Raye. But looking into that sweet pouty face (and knowing that he gave in more to
keep her from nagging than out of a sense of loyalty) he conceded. "If you're ready
to go, then I'll take you up on that offer, Serena.. My head is killing me and all
I wanna do now is go home and lie down."
"Fine! I'll just go pay for these and I'll be right back," she replied,
turning around and giving Raye a I-told-you-so-look, only to receive a razzberry
from the smirking Raye in return.
Just then a loud crash sounded, and a strange looking man came running
through the mall, laughing insanely. "Stop! Stop thief! Help! Someone, anyone, he
has all my money!" a frantic woman yelled. In a flash, Serena and Raye had vanished,
sneaking out of sight to transform into their alter-egos. Darien, too, rose to his
feet, only to slide back to his knees, his head pounding relentlessly in pain. It
was a constantly building pressure, that seemed to increase exponentially every
second until he felt like it would split his skull. "Serena," he called out weakly.
"Raye? Anyone? I think...I think I need..." No one noticed him, sliding down to the
floor, his back against the wall, with all eyes focused on the two gorgeous heroines
in their little Sailor suits, as they apprehended the thief, leaving him tied up
helpless for security to take away. The cheers from the crowd drowned out his groan
of pain as he fell into unconsciousness...
He was walking down a long shadowy hallway, with the hollow sound of
footsteps trailing close behind him. He didn't turn back to look, but he knew
somehow that if the person behind him caught up with him, he would be finished.
He hurried on, down the endless hallway, running for hours, days, perhaps years,
time had no meaning here, he somehow knew. He ran and ran and ran until he could
run no more. Tired, weary, exhausted, he slumped to his knees. Without turning,
he knew his tormentor stood silently, walking slowly in for the kill. Trying with
all his might, he summoned the strength to rise to his feet, to meet his adversary
face to face, as much as he feared it. He had run from him long enough, and could
run no more. Come what may, there had to be an end to it, once and for all.
Darien glanced down at himself. He was dressed as Tuxedo Mask again, his
cane at the ready in his hand like a sword. At that moment, his enemy attacked,
still obscured partially by the shadows, a large black saber slicing down at him.
Bravely Darien fought, but it was obvious in a few strokes that his enemy was
the better. Battered, bloody, and beaten, Darien fell to the floor, the dark
blade protruding from his chest. Weakly he looked up into his murder's face,
seeing him clearly for the first time, and he let out a small weak agonizing
laugh. His foe, his murderer, was none other than Darien himself, his dark side,
ascending...
Darien came to with a start. Several anxious faces were surrounding him,
including Raye's and Serena's. Shaking his head to clear it of the cobwebs, he
gestured to everyone to back off anf give him room to stand. "Are you okay now
Darien?" Serena asked, wringing her hands nervously. "I'm sorry, I should have
been paying attention to you instead of running off like that. I didn't know you
were feeling so bad! This is all my fault!"
"No its my fault," Raye broke in. "I KNEW he was feeling that bad, I
should have stayed by his side. I just didn't think---"
"It was BOTH of your faults," Darien replied, cutting them both off.
"What's done is done, I'm awake now, and my headache is better." Running his
hand through his black hair, he flashed a smile at the two dumbstruck girls.
They had never heard him speak that way to them before. "Let's get out of here.
I have a lot of work planned this weekend, and time is wasting." As they walked
out of the mall together, he chuckled evilly to himself. Oh yes, a LOT of work
planned this weekend.
(III.)
The next few days were confusing ones for Serena. Her Darien seemed like
a totally different person. At first she thought he was still irritable or out
of sorts from the headache, but he assured her he was now feeling fine. Then she
thought perhaps he was upset at her for leaving him that way at the mall, but he
told her he had forgiven both her and Raye for leaving. Yet he acted...cool
towards her now, as if his feelings for her had changed. Unless they had privacy,
when he all but tried to force her to have sex with him!! She was just NOT ready
for that step yet, and though she loved him with all her heart, she wasn't ready
to give it up to him, not just yet. "Why's he being so insistent though?" she
thought to herself. "Sure,he's been wanting to do it for a while, but until now
he's been willing to let me take things slow and easy. Why the sudden change
all of the sudden? I wonder if Raye...and he...no. It couldn't be that. He
would have told me if he had feelings in that direction...and RAYE certainly
would, she is my BEST FRIEND!" No, something was wrong here, she just couldn't
figure out what. Its like he's turned into a completely new person, she thought,
exasperated.
Serena's perceptions were not far off the mark. Indeed, Darien had become
a totally different person from the man she knew. His hidden dark side had
resurfaced, and it had plans in the works for her and the other Sailor Scouts.
He didn't have the power of the Negaverse to call on anymore to help him seduce
and control the others, so he was forced to depend on guile, cunning, treachery,
and all the knowledge at his disposal.
An avid student of psychology and behavior modification, with his own
firsthand experience, Darien had formulated a plan to transform the Sailor
Scouts into his sex slaves. He realized the mistake the Negaverse had made long
ago, and decided to strip the Sailor Scouts of their power base: their unity.
Simply take them out one by one, and have them corrupt the others from within.
Divide and conquer. Sailor Moon herself would be the last to fall. Darien
smiled wickedly as he pictured it: alone, betrayed by those she thought of
as friends, watching as they all one by one submitted to her boyfriend's
not-so-tender ministrations, serving his every pleasure before her very eyes.
And then, once her spirit had been broken, he would break her will as well,
shatter her mind, and mold her into his most submissive and passionate f@$k
slave.
Ah, but first things first. He would have to take them one by one and
put them in his power, but subtly and discreetly, so not as to arouse suspicion
and alert the others. And knowing them as well as he did, he knew exactly who
his first target would be. And where to find her.
((Enough with the long exposition. Now, the actual tickling begins. -JD))
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Ami was busy taking notes from one of the many books stacked at her
table in the library, when suddenly she felt a touch at her shoulder. She
gasped and nearly jumped out of her skin! It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon,
and she knew that no one in the whole area except perhaps herself would EVER be
spending their time studying, especially during summer vacation. But she loved
to study, loved learning new and interesting things, and a student studying to
be a doctor one day needed all the extra study time she could get! So, when she
looked back at the hand on her shoulder, it was a complete surprise to find
herself staring up at her friend Darien.
He smiled. "Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you. I guess you were really
deeply involved in your reading." Pulling up a chair, he sat down next to her,
placing the three or four books he was carrying on the table next to her own.
"Oh hi, Darien," Ami said shyly. "I didn't expect to see anyone I knew
here today. What brings you to the library?"
He gazed at the beautiful young girl. She was short and slim, with big
expressive blue eyes and a short cut hair that was dark, black with blue highlights.
She looked as if she could be a fashion model, yet the sweet innocent girl
thought nothing of her looks. She was shy, and intelligent, and somewhat
introverted, preferring the quiet loneliness of a good book, to a cheerful
energetic night on the town with her friends. Her brilliant mind raced with
dreams and wishes and longings; she desired to have fun and take life by the
horns, but her quiet demeanor and reserved personality kept her from it. With
a smile, Darien determined to change the lovely young girl's life for the
better.
"I was looking for YOU actually," he said, holding up one of his books.
The cover read: Behavior Modification and Psychology. "This is something I'll
be taking up next semester in school, and I heard from a friend that last
year's exam was a killer. I thought I'd better do a little research and study
up a bit---I really need to pass this class next year, its a required course
for my major. And, who better to help me study than the smartest girl in the
entire city?" He flashed her a radiant smile, and Ami visibly perked,
giggling slightly at the compliment.
Ami had always secretly envied Serena and Darien. He was sooo
handsome, and he was smart and confident and utterly sexy. Many a night in
bed she had fantasized about her dream man, whisking her away, sweeping her
off her feet and seducing her, making her virtually melt in his arms. The man
always bore a striking resemblance to Tuxedo Mask. As she sat across from him,
she couldn't help but admire him even more. He was a good friend, and they had
battled the evils of the Negaverse side by side many times. It felt good to
know that he had thought of her when he needed help with something.
"I'd be glad to help you anyway I can, Darien, but I must confess I
don't know all that much about Psychology. We haven't advanced that far in
school yet, and I haven't come across that subject in my own independent
studies. Still, it sounds fascinating, " she said with a smile.
"Good," he replied, standing up and taking Ami's hand gently,
caressing it with his thumb as he grasped his books with the other. "Let's
go to one of the study rooms on the upper floors for some privacy." Privacy?
Ami thought, confused. We are the only ones here! "We might make a lot of
noise trying out some of the things in the book," Darien continued quickly,
sensing her confusion, "you know, talking and commenting and all, and the
librarian isn't exactly a good friend of mine---ever since I played that
prank on her in the sixth grade with the water balloon---anyway, we'd be
better off as far from her as possible."
Ami blushed at the intimate feeling of his fingers stroking her hand,
and not really hearing his words, she replied. "Um, ok, if you say so."
Darien had, in fact, already read and studied up on the subject, and had
taken the class LAST year, not the upcoming year. He now used this information,
putting it to good use. He knew Ami liked him, and that she was shy and
easily embarrassed, so caressing her hand gently and seductively, he was
able to distract her from his nonsensical explanation for being alone with
her. He knew however, that a mind as sharp as hers would have to be very
much distracted in order to fulfill his "Master" plan.
Leading her to a deserted study room, he adjusted the lamp lights
to a dim level. "Hope you don't mind, but I thought it would be more
comfortable this way...in helping us relax and study I mean. Don't want
you to get the wrong idea." he said smiling, knowing full well it was such
a WRONG idea that he was striving for. "This is all in the sake of research.
The book states that to change a person's way of thinking, you first have
to make them comfortable, and relaxed. Tell me, Ami, does the lighting here
relax you like it is?"
"Um...yes, yes its nice," she said, a bit surprised, trying to regain
her balance the rapid-fire occurrences were throwing her off from. "It's very
nice, but it makes it kind of hard to READ at this low intensity."
"Don't worry, it's just to help set the mood. We can turn the lights
back up later, as we try out the suggestions in the book." Darien glanced into
the book. "Okay, lighting---check. Hmmm. The book also suggests that in order
to create a pleasurable atmosphere, and influence a person's thinking, all
the senses should be accentuated, which includes hearing as well." Darien
took out a small pocket tape player from his pocket. "Now, this is a library,
and we can't play music, but you might find this tape enjoyable...its a nature
soundtrack tape I picked up! It sounds like the soft gentle ocean surf flowing
in and out to shore." Pushing play, he leaned back, watching Ami very carefully.
The tape was a normal everyday tape, nothing special about it, except
that it was designed to relax a person. Perhaps later, when Ami was fully his
helpless and obedient slave, he would use her expertise with computers and
electronics to create a subliminal version for the others. The sounds of the
ocean filled the room, cool, calming, relaxing, and slowly Ami leaned back
into her chair, visibly relaxing, her hands releasing the grip on the table,
and sliding limply to her lap. A smile graced her luscious lips. "Mmmm...
that IS relaxing. It reminds me of the last time I went to the beach."
Good. "That's great Ami, it seems that this stuff work after all.
Just a few more things to try and I think we can call it a day." He moved
his chair closer to hers, near the edge of the table. "Let's test how
relaxed you are and see if it influences your thinking. I'll ask you to do
something totally off-the-wall, something you would NEVER do on your own,
and see how hard it is for you to resist the idea. Okay...hmmm...Ami, stand
up and cluck like a chicken."
Ami giggled softly. "Don't be silly, Darien. I'm NOT going to do that."
Darien moved in closer, head bent down, as if deep in thought.
"Darn, thought I had you going there for a second. You must not be relaxed
enough yet. Now...what can I do to relax you even more? Oh...I know! I'll
do what I do to help Serena relax after a frustrating day. Hold on." At
that, Darien grasped Ami's left foot and slid it into his lap, and before
she could protest, he had slipped of her patent leather shoe and was
massaging her frilly socked foot.
"Darien? What the...What are you DOIN--oh...ohhhhhh, hehehehe...my my
that feels GOOD." Ami smiled and shuddered pleasantly. She took very good care
of her feet, always using lotions and oils, and gave herself weekly pedicures
to keep them soft and healthy. She had been wearing her shoes all day and as a
result her feet were VERY VERY sensitive to Darien's skilled ministrations.
She knew she should protest, that it simply wasn't proper to have him handle
a part of her body this way, in a public place, and besides which he was the
boyfriend of a very dear and close friend! But it felt sssooo good, and the
low lighting and the soothing sounds from the cassette player, made her not
want it to stop. Against her will, she felt herself starting to enjoy it.
From her medical studies she knew about massage, and about the various nerve
endings, and how careful and constant manipulation of certain nerve clusters
caused erotic sensations, on body parts not even considered as erogenous
zones. Still, that knowledge couldn't stop her from becoming very relaxed and
highly aroused at the attention her foot was receiving. When Darien slid her
other foot into his lap and removed its shoe as well, she merely closed her
eyes and drifted, barely paying it any mind.
She's starting to fold, he thought smugly to himself. Now to deepen
the spell even more. "Okay, Ami, would you cluck like a chicken for me NOW?"
It took a few moments for his words to register. Giggling like the little
school girl she was, Ami shook her head.
"Nope...hehehehe...not gonna do it yet. Keep trying though. Hehehe."
Darien smiled, taking a small bottle of scented oil from his pocket,
he placed it on the table, then removed the frilly socks, baring two of the
softest, most tender milky white feet he had ever seen. The lovely girl seemed
to have a thing for blue, for like her fingernails, her toenails were also
painted a brilliant pale blue, lending her an even greater aura of childlike
innocence. With much relish, he rubbed some of the potent smelling oil into
his hands and began rubbing it into her soft bare soles, eliciting a soft
coo of pleasure from her.
"Tee hee hee...what is that you're using? It smells hehehehe good...
like fresh vanilla and cinnamon, tee hee hee..." she said, leaning back
deeper into the chair, her toes wiggling idly in pleasure, a hand moving
idly down to her waist. She felt almost as if she were floating on a soft
white cloud of pure pleasure, starting from her toes straight up her legs
to her increasingly wet loins, to the very top of her head.
"The book says to relax and excite ALL the five senses, so now
I've added SMELL to the list,: he said matter-of-factly. "Combined with
the studying I have done on physiology, I am stroking specific nerve endings
in your body to relax and arouse you, to lead you further and further down
into that relaxing pleasure you enjoy so much...relaxing more and more every
second..." His voice softened, and lowered to a soft monotonic voice, barely
heard above the ocean waves, but readily accepted into Ami's confused and
pleasure sorted mind. "Yes, Ami, just sit back and relax, that's it,
relax...rest, and just let the soft tender pleasure wash over you, just
like the ocean waves you are listening to, coming IN" ---poking and
prodding the nerves to her pleasure centers--- "and OUT, in and out, in
and out, sooo relaxing, so calm and peaceful it makes you just want to
driiiiiiffftttt away in pleasure..."
Ami had never felt this way before. Her body felt so loose, so supple,
like she was wrapped in wool. His 'massage' was soft and sensual, but she would
usually be unable to keep still for this long with the inadvertent tickling he
was causing her. Vaugely she felt something was wrong, that she had lost
control of the situation, but it was so hard to think clearly. Her brain was
like a muscle she could no longer flex, it was being 'relaxed' just like the
rest of her body. She knew Darien was doing something to her, that he was
hypnotizing her, and that she had to break out of it before it was too late,
before she was too far gone, but it was so HARD to think, to talk, to shake
off that oh so lovely feeling. "No..." she mumbled weakly, trying to raise
up from her seat. "You're...ummmm...you're doing something to me...uhhh
mmmm...it feels sooo good...but NO, no...you have to stop, Darien."
Moving closer, he placed a hand over Ami's head, pressing her back
down into the seat again, softly stroking her face, and pressing her
eyelids closed once more. "Now now, none of that, just sit back and relax,
Ami...relax...don't fight it. I'm your friend Ami, and its okay to just
sit here and relax with me. Relax. Yes, doesn't that feel good when you
Relax and listen to my voice? See you don't need to think, just rest and
Relax. Don't think about anything at all, just sit back and listen to the
gentle waves, and the sound of my voice." Slowly, the last bit of
resistance flooded out of her, and a soft smile slid across her lips.
Darien continued to whisper in her ear softly, commanding her to relax,
to listen to his voice, not to think, not to fight it, for a few more
minutes, making absolutely sure she was receptive. Finally, he leaned
back in his own chair, wiping his brow, and took out the notes he'd
prepared. Checking his watch, he smiled. 'An hour and 35 minutes to put
her under.' he said to himself. ' Not too bad. Hopefully I will get better
with practice.'
"Ami," he whispered softly. "Ami, listen to my voice...my voice,
like a strong rope holding you, keeping you anchored in the soft blissful
relaxing cloud you are in. My voice, Ami. You can hear ONLY my voice now,
not even your own thoughts, only my words. Do you understand?"
The girl stirred slightly, her head moving a bit, before settling
back down again. "Yessss..."
"Good. From now on, you will do whatever Darien tells you. Darien
is your friend, and you trust him, but now he is much more. He is your Master
now, and you live only to please him."
"Mmmm...My...Mmmmaster...live only...to please...him."
Darien reached over and slid her skirt up high to her chest,
uncovering her panty covered crotch. The wetness there was clearly visible
and very large. Smirking, Darien knew the next part of her programming would
be accepted by her subconscious with no problems. "Ami, you love your Master
Darien, don't you? You feel very hot and wet thinking about him, being around
him, don't you?" A single finger caressed the mazed girl's clit, stroking,
tickling, as he continued, re-emphasizing the questions all the more.
"Mmmm...yesss...oh oh...so hot...and wet...ohhhh uhhhh for my
Master," she exclaimed with a loud moan.
"You feel such pleasure serving your Master, Ami, so much pleasure,
you would do ANYTHING he commands you, anything he asks, and each time you
do something to please him the pleasure increases, and increases, bringing
you closer and closer and closer to a sweet hard release." He was now
vigorously fingering away at her smoldering pussy, the wet squishing sounds
filling the room, while the unconscious Sailor Scout's hips jerked and humped
with each thrust. He smiled wickedly when he felt the small membrane inside
her, her virgin 'cherry' and thought with much pleasure on taking it from her
a little later. "But as much pleasure as you feel, my little slave, you can
not cum, you can NEVER cum, unless your Master gives his permission!"
The girl was wimpering and crying softly now with unfulfilled need.
Mercifuly, Darien stopped his wicked fingers from their task, but Ami's body
continued to twist and turn in need. Hmmm, maybe I can take advanyage of her
current state a little longer. "Ami, you will answer me clearly and concisely,
and above all, truthfully. Have you ever been with another girl sexually?"
"Uhhhhh ummmm..uhhhh..n-n-noo Master...never...I...I don't like...
girls that way," she exclaimed, still riding the edge of her orgasm. The
previous commands to feel even more arousal everytime she obeyed a command
kicked in as she answered, and her back arched as her body flooded with
even more pleasure. The sound and sight of the little sex-starved slave
caused Darien to grunt in need himself, and it was a struggle not to rip
off his pants and f@$k his mesmerized slave right then and there, but he
reminded himself he wanted her fully conscious, and aware of her actions
when he finally took her. Time to wrap things up!
"Ami, my little f@$ktoy, from now on,. you see girls in a whole new
light. Any girl that I find attractive in the least, you will suddenly find
sexually arousing. You will desire to have passionate lesbian sex with her,
and what's more, when having sex with any girl I give you, an enslaved little
f@$ktoy like yourself you will find yourself becoming the dominate sex partner.
It will delight and arouse you with every new domination of your partner."
Darien had a thought. "Oh, and since you can only be with a woman *I* give
to you, you have the freedom to cum without my permission as long as you
girls are f@$king." Chuckling to himself, "It would be rather inconvient
having to chaperone you everytime you got the urge if I had my OWN hands
full. Now then, Ami, when I count to three, you will awaken, remembering
everything I have done to you, but you will not be able to resist any of
my commands nor will you want to. You will find yourself enjoying the
freedom and liberation I have given you. You will beg me to f@$k you, and
with your first orgasm, the last of your resistance to me will vanish,
leaving you my total and complete slave FOREVER. Now! one, two, three.
Awaken!"
Ami's eyes snapped open instantly, and with a loud moan her hands
went straight to her soaking crotch. Gazing up at her new "Master" she
could only sob softly, knowing full well what was happening to her, and
how she was unable to stop it. Her intellect was of no use when her
body overrid her mind. "Why, mas...Darien?" she managed to say. "Why
have you done this to me?"
Darien stood up and slowly removed his shirt and his pants,
lettting it pool down at his feet. His boxers soon joined the pile,
and Ami licked her lips hungrily as she stared at his naked body,
sporting a very sizable erection. "Quite simply, I desired you, Ami.
I've done you a big favor too, you know. I know deep down inside the
REAL you wanted and desired this kind of sexual subjugation, that
your shyness and your incredible smarts were the only things holding
you back. Look at yourself Ami, you are a goddess! Any man would give
his right eye to be where I am right now, if only you would let them
know what you had to offer. Well, I've taken your mind and your will
out of the equation, and the entire formula has been changed. Now
tell me honestly, do you REALLY wish to go back to how you used to
be? Or do you want to give in, submit to me fully, and let me take
you somewhere you could never have imagined?"
Ami stood there shuddering, clutching her arms tightly about
herself. He knew her all too well, and every second she stood there
looking at him the more she desired to give in. Her pussy literally
THROBBED to be filled with his cock, and quite without realizing she
had moved suddenly she had moved from her chair to stand directly in
front of him. With a deep sigh, she signaled her submission to him
by dropping to her knees before him, and lowering her head. A single
word escaped her lips, soft but easily heard. "Master."
******************************************
An hour later, Darien reclined back in his padded char, idly
running his fingers through his little slave's bluish hair. Ami,
sighing with pleasure at his touch, knelt naked on the floor at his
feet. Her Master had used her and used her well, commanding her to
give him head (which she didn't like at first, but once she saw how
much HE enjoyed it, she began to enjoy it as well) her feminine
instincts kicking in, so that at the end she was performing like a
professional porno flick star! When he came in her mouth, it was a
struggle to contain all his delicious cum, but she managed somehow not
to spill a single drop. After teasing and prodding his member back to
life with her tongue, her horny Master started the main event, fulling
her needful pussy and f@$king the living daylights out of her, while
he teased and tickled her nubile, naked body. Each thrust seemed to
make her feel more vulnerable, more submissive to him, and the tickling
seemed to just intensify everything. In the end, he had to cover her
mouth to cover her constant giggle-moan-screams of "YESS MASTER OH YESS
YESS AAHHH MY MASTER YESSS!!"
Feeling much recovered from the experience, he glanced down at
his new convert. "Ami, love, its time to get back to business." Opening
a notebook, and showing her what he had in mind, he quickly explained.
"By next week, I want to have all the other Sailor Scouts as well
trained and conditioned as you, and for that I am going to need your
help. The key to the sucess of this plan is that they do not suspect
anything is going on, until it is too late. I plan to 'TURN' them all,
one by one, and have you and the other new recruits help turn the others."
Darien smiled his wicked evil smile, and Ami shuddered in dark sensual
pleasure. She loved when he got all EVIL like that.
"I'll be willing to help in ANY way you wish, Master, of course,"
Ami said, cuddling close to Darien's leg, idly stroking his cock. "I even
have an idea how to trap Mina and Lita right off! I am supposed to help
Mina set up her new computer tomorrow afternoon, and I know we could
create a subliminal computer program to ensnare her. As for Lita, well
even before today I was fooling around with this chemical formula I had
invented a few weeks ago that renders the person that consumes it...
VERY suggestable to whatever the first person they see tells them. At
the time I didn't see any practical use for it, but MAYBE my very
creative Master could make use of it next time Lita comes over to cook
for you?" Ami smiled, lashes blinking coyly. Darien had to admit, he
loved the new improved Sailor Mercury even better. Speaking of which...
"That's great, Ami. We'll get right on it. But there's just one
more thing we need to experiment on first." Glancing around the empty
library once more, out of sheer paranoia, he confirmed the coast was
clear. "I want to make sure that you stay my little slave when you
transform into Sailor Mercury. The release of all that cosmic power...
its still an unknown, it might return your mind back to...what it was
before."
Ami frowned. Why would she want to go back like THAT? She
remembered the OLD Ami with lothing, and contempt, the little goody,
two-shoes brainiac! Now that her true self had been released she wanted
NEVER to go back into isolation again. "Please Master," she begged,
"do I HAVE to? What if...what if I do change back?"
"Don't worry, my pet, I've taken precautions just in case you
do, but with luck it won't be necessary. Besides," he said with a grin,
"I love watching your sweet naked body just before your Suit appears---
its soooo sexy! Now, change!"
Taking a deep breath, and clutching her wand, she calls forth
her powers. "MERCURY... STAAAARRRR...POWER!!!"
In a dazzling display of light and energy, Ami begins to glow
with power, her few remaining clothes whisked away, as she twirls and
dances nimbly through the cascade of cosmic energy filling her, until
with one final flex of her arms, Sailor Mercury stands, in all her glory,
in her lovely little powder-blue-and-white Sailor Suit, complete with
matching boots, gloves and tiara. Holding her trademark pose for just
a moment, she stares up at Darien, eyebrow lifted slightly, as if to
say, 'Well?'.
Recovering his voice, Darien asks cautiously, "Sailor
Mercury...Ami...are you okay?"
Tilting her head slightly to the side, she giggled. "Of
course, Master. Everything's A-ok! Now, can I PLEASE get out of these
clothes so you can f@$k your slave one more time before we start working?"
>>>>>End of Chapter 1.
