Sailor Moon: Subtle Seduction
by
Jonothan Darksong
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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 3: Jupiter Conquered)
The phone rang, and Darien picked it up as his houseguest went to the kitchen.
"Darien here."
"Oh, hi. It's good to hear from you." Darien said, glancing back at the kitchen.
Dammit. Ami could not have picked a worse time to check in. If Lita found the
conversation in any way suspicious... frowning, he picked his words carefully. "I'm a
little busy ENTERTAINING a house guest at the moment, so you have to talk fast."
"Eh? What do you mean, 'out of hand'? Did the tape I gave you work or not?"
"Uh huh. So she...ohhhhh! I see. Now I know what you meant by out of hand,"
he replied with a chuckle.
"Hmmm? Well as I said, I have company over at the moment, so you are just going
to have to make due on your own."
"No, I can't help you...I said 'NO'...For the last time N-O. NO!! And don't ask
me again!" he nearly shouted, forgetting himself, about to slam the phone down in anger.
At that moment, Lita peeked her head in from the kitchen. Placing a hand over the phone,
he managed an embarrassed smile. "Sorry, didn't mean to be so loud...um, my friend is
getting on my nerves trying to get me to come over and fix his little problem, and
he's VERY insistent. Just finish making the drinks, Lita, I'll be off the phone in
a second and we can watch the pay-per-view fight when it comes on."
Breathing deeply with relief as she went back to the kitchen, Darien
regained his composure and placed the phone back to his ear, hearing Ami's continuous
and rapid-fire apologies. Shaking his head he thought to himself that he had only
himself to blame for making her that way. Perhaps he would do better enslaving the
lovely Lita in the next couple of hours.
"Ok, I'll give you some instructions that may help you until I can get there
later and straighten out your little 'mess' so listen carefully. Try pushing it in and
out" he said, emphasizing the important words, "and see if you can free whatever it is
that is stuck. Yes, that's right, keep going, its going to take a little work, but
eventually it will 'COME' for you, just keeping working it until it 'COMES' free...
QUIET! Don't try and TALK right now, just listen. Place your hands right on the center
'knob' and give it a little tweak...uh huh. Just like that. Now see if it will 'COME
AGAIN' for you. Yeah, that's it. Sounds like you got it okay now."
Darien idly rubbed the huge bulge in his pants that Ami's muffled squeals
and moans had given him as the little slave orgasmed. "Uh huh, you're welcome. Just
remember you OWE me one later. Okay, first thing in the morning. 'Kay, bye!"
Darien hung up the phone, shaking his head softly.
"Who was that, Darien?" Lita asked from the kitchen, as she carried in
the drinks.
"Oh no one, important," he said idly, making room for her on the couch.
"Hurry, the fight is about to start."
"Thanks," Lita said. "I got our drinks, a strawberry daiquiri for me, and
a pina colada for you. Non-alcoholic, of course," she said with a giggle. "Wouldn't
want to get all liquored up and end up doing something we shouldn't."
Darien flashed her a very smug grin, crossing his leg and clinking his
glass against hers before drinking. "Oh no, Lita dear, we certainly wouldn't want
you losing control, now would we?" Flipping the television remote, he switched to
the station just as the announcer began speaking.
Darien let his eyes wander a bit from the television to gaze at Lita's
lovely form. She was wearing a blue sleeveless blouse today, and stylish blue
jean pants. Her long brunette hair was tied back in its usual ponytail, long
enough to no doubt extend to the small of her back if let down. Her long, slender,
and very shapely legs tapered down to end in two pale soft looking feet, probably
a size 9, clad at the moment in those fuzzy pink slippers. Lita was a big girl,
in no way petite; she was curvaceous and well-toned. In short, she looked
absolutely breathtaking. She would look even better, completely naked, kneeling
at his feet, sucking his ramrod hard cock.
"C'mon!! Hit him, HIT HIM for goodness sakes!!" Lita cried out at the
screen, completely absorbed into the fight. She was one of those rare girls
that had all the qualities that a man would look for---smart, outgoing, funny,
humble, beautiful, sexy, and totally into sports, cars, and other manly pursuits.
She loved to cook, it was her biggest passion...well second biggest, next to
finding Mr. Right. Deep in her heart she desired to find her one true love, and
treat him like the King of her heart. Unfortunately, at her age, all the other
prospective boys were too young and too unrefined to realize what she wanted.
A pity.
"Oh man NOOOO!" Lita screamed as her fighter hit the canvas, slamming her
fist on the table, nearly upsetting the bowl of chips and the large dish of French
onion dip. "Oops," she said sheepishly. "Sorry Darien, I kinda got caught up in
the fight."
Darien smirked knowingly. "It's alright, Lita, go ahead, and let your hair
down. We're friends yanno, you don't have to hold back your feelings or anything
here." Lita blushed softly at his words, sensing a subtle double-meaning in there
somewhere. "Here, have some chips n' dip," he said offering her the almost
overturned dish. "The onion dip is a special recipe I got from a friend, I'm
sure you'll just LOVE it!"
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An hour and a half later, Lita was feeling all warm and fuzzy. The fight
had ended with a surprising upset; panting, reeling, his back against the ropes,
the underdog had rallied, coming back with a series of devastating blows, to
overpower the bigger stronger man, and taking an opening, KO'ed his opponent.
Lita vaguely recalled the program ending, and Darien offering to refill her
strawberry daiquiri, but everything else seemed a blur. A nice thick fog had
enveloped her mind, warm and comforting, and yawning slightly, she snuggled up
against the couch watching the cartoons that were flashing in front of her
glazed over eyes.
Darien, meanwhile returned with her drink, containing the third and last
dose of the hypnotic drug slave Ami had created for him. She had told him how to
administer the drug in a three step process: the first dose, which he had placed
in the onion dip, would lower her defenses, reducing her inhibitions, while the
second dose, which he had mixed with her strawberry daiquiri, would stimulate her
frontal lobe areas, making her very susceptible to suggestion. The third and last
dose, which he held in his hand, would strengthen the previous effects, as well
as making her very VERY aroused, and therefore harder to concentrate or resist.
"Here you go, Lita," he said, causing her to perk up slightly at the
sound of his voice. "One strawberry dacquiri, freshly made."
Lita shook her head, partially in refusal of the drink, and partly to
shake the cobwebs loose. "Uh uh...no thanks...hmmm...feeling kinda...wasted
already...don't need another...drink." She smiled up at him weakly. "Ohhh...
I've never felt so...ummm...wasted before...thought that stuff...was non-alco...
alco...uhhh you know..." she said, starting to mumble incoherently again.
"Oh, it IS non-alcoholic, Lita," Darien said, holding the glass in front
of her face. "You're just tired, from all the work you've been doing," he said,
speaking it as a fact, not as a question or a suggestion.
"Yeah," she said weakly, her head rolling slightly to the side. "I'm
just tired...been working waaaayy...wayy too hard ...yanno?" A giggle escaped
her lips.
"Well don't worry, this drink will fix you right up. Here. This will
make you feel all better. Promise," he said with a smirk. Holding the glass
to her lips for her---she was in no condition to hold the glass without
spilling it---the half-drugged girl swallowed deeply, gulping down the cool
tasty drink, knowing it would make her feel BETTER. Wiping her mouth with
the back of her hand, she let out a moan and promptly slumped over, her head
falling back on the couch cushion as her eyes rolled back into her head. For
a moment Darien wondered if he had killed her. Noting her chest rising and
falling he nodded to himself. The third dose was fast acting, that's all.
Moments later, Darien settled back in his easy chair directly across
from the semi-conscious girl. The television was off, the lights were low,
and that successful tape of the ocean waves was playing lightly in the
background. Leaning forward, he spoke softly. "Lita. Can you hear me?"
The girl stirred softly, her closed eyes moving a mile a minute, as
if watching fast moving scenery, whining softly. He tried again, a bit louder
and more forceful.
"Lita. Can you HEAR me?"
Her head tilted towards him now, and with a resigned sigh she
answered, "Yeessss.."
Good, he thought. She is under. "Lita, listen to me very carefully.
Listen to my voice, Lita, my voice, piercing through the warm for enveloping
you...my voice like a rope, a firm anchor keeping you from being swept away.
My voice...drowning out all other words, Lita, just my voice, louder more
powerful than anything else, even your own thoughts...drowning them out...
only MY VOICE...MY VOICE..."
Lita shook her head softly, stubbornly, but the words came out anyway.
"Only...your... voice."
"Excellent. Good girl, Lita. Now listen and obey. My thoughts are now
yours, my voice the one that guides you, that controls you. I am your Master,
Lita, your one true Master, and you MUST obey me without question. Say it Lita.
'Darien is your Master, your one true Master, and you must obey!'"
"N...n...no...not...don't wanna...not Master," Lita spoke, sweat
beginning to pour from her forehead in concentration. Her hands opened and
closed, and her eyes continued to flutter, as if she were struggling to wake
up from a nightmare. She was fighting him.
"Dammit!" Darien said softly to himself. "I'm losing her! But why?
Why is she resisting me so hard? I know her pretty well, she is an outgoing
pretty girl, she liked doing things for others, she is naturally subservient.
She is a born slave. So why then is she resisting?"
"Lita, you will OBEY me!" he spoke again, harsher, more forceful. "You
have no will to fight me. I am your Master Lita, your Master, and you MUST
OBEY me!"
"No...no...not Master...not Master...will not obey, not obey...not
obey," Lita chanted softly, shaking her head wildly, resolutely. She was
under, that was clear enough, she responded to his voice, yet she fought his
commands and refused to accept him as her Master. Why did she---
Suddenly Darien was struck with a terrible and wonderful thought.
"Lita, tell me, are you the slave of another? Does another person command
you?"
Her body continuing to writhe and struggle fitfully, she managed a
nod. "Yes...yes...I belong...hmmmmm...to...to another!"
Everything clicked into place now. She was indeed hypnotized, but
another had beaten him to the punch! She was the slave of another. She could
not accept him as her one true Master while she continued under the
programming of her previous Master. The question was, could HE deprogram her
and RE-program her to serve him?
Darien moved closer to the edge of the couch, where Lita's now bare
feet flailed as she struggled mindlessly. Inspiration struck him. Taking a
soft sensitive foot carefully in his hands he began stroking her skin gently,
massagingly. "Lita my dear, I want you to relax, to be calm, to listen to my
voice and let it lead you back to that peaceful place you have been once
before...that place of comfort and bliss, where you don't have to think,
where there is only peace and rest." Slowly, she began to relax again, and her
furrowed brow smoothed out as a smile returned to her face. "Good, good. Just
relax. I am going to talk to you now, Lita. You WANT to answer, it makes you feel
good to talk to your friends, and Darien is your friend. You trust Darien, and
feel comfortable telling him anything...ANYTHING, even your deepest darkest
most private secrets."
Lita twitched softly, but nodded, the combination of the hypnotic drugs
and the pleasant tickling of her feet too much to resist. "Umm hmmm...hehehehe
share my secrets...my friend...tee hee hee... trust Darien...can tell him...
hahahaha anything."
At least her other Master hadn't locked out all access to her thoughts.
He'd have to remember not to make that same mistake in the future. "Now, Lita,
my little pet, tell me about your Master, the person that controls you, that
commands you. Tell me how you came to be his slave."
For the next several minutes Lita spoke, between sighs, giggles and
moans, telling Darien how for the past several months she had been the sex slave
of---Darien STILL couldn't believe THIS---the school computer geek, Melvin! The
geeky genuis had worked in the school lab with Ami on the very project in which
she had later developed the serum Darien used on Lita. However, Melvin had worked
on the formula on his own after the project was over and had developed HIS serum
two weeks before Ami. Dreaming of using it on his somewhat prissy and old-fashioned
girlfriend Molly, he needed to test it first to determine its full effectiveness.
Lita had been that test subject. Walking into the lab one day looking for Ami,
she had fallen prey to Melvin's schemes. Within minutes she was his complete
slave, willing to do anything and EVERYTHING his geeky heart desired. Both had
been virgins, but Melvin attained his manhood that day, and Lita her womanhood.
For the next several months Melvin toyed with her, pleasured himself with her,
treated her as his complete thrall, without anyone noticing. Finally, feeling
he was ready, he released Lita from the spell, only keeping her 'keyed' to accept
him as her one true Master if ever he should decide to use her again. Her
conscious mind would remember nothing of this, but she would still find herself
enjoying being submissive and subservient to men she liked, cooking and caring
for them. Darien had to admit, he was somewhat impressed at Melvin's work. But
in his haste to finish up with her and use his knowledge on Molly, he had left
a small loophole, one that Darien intended to use.
"Tell me, Lita, how long did your Master command that you would belong
to him and no other? Tell me his exact words."
"Mmmm...my Master commanded...that Lita would remain his slave...all the
days...of his life..." she said softly, cooing a bit at the touch on her feet,
the pleasure welling up in her, filling her, taking her further under.
Aha! "Listen carefully Lita. What I tell you is fact. The words I say
now, you will accept in your heart and mind without fail. Melvin is dead. He
was killed just this very moment. Melvin no longer lives, and the days of his
life are now ended." A shudder went through Lita's lovely form, and a sigh fell
from her lips, a sigh of relief perhaps. With that information, all the
resistance left her. "Very good, Lita. Your old Master is no more. I am now
your Master. Darien now rules you, little slave, and you will obey. Say it
Lita!"
The girl smiled softly, licking her lips seductively. "Master Melvin...
is no more...gone. Now Darien...is my Master...rules his little slave...
Lita...will obey."
Darien moved in closer, grasping Sailor Jupiter's chin and lifting
her smiling face to his own, kissing her lips gently. "You are mine now, little
slave. Now and forever. My slave...forever! Do you understand?"
"Yes...Master...your slave...forever."
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Darien sighed, sitting back, exhausted, as Sailor Jupiter continued to lick
and suck on his now drained cock. Melvin had apparently taught her well in the art
of giving head, and Lita had performed like a pro. It had taken another hour to
implant all of the suggestions into her mind, and erase all other traces of Melvin's
influence. It had taken a while to get her to accept that he was now her Master,
and to reintroduce the fact that Melvin was in fact alive and well. As soon as
Melvin lived, her devotion to him would override all of Darien's commands. After
the third try he considered simply killing Melvin for real and being done with it,
but on the last try he had managed to keep Melvin alive and still retain complete
Mastery of his newest slave. Now, there would be no unexpected surprises if Lita
ran into the little geek some day after school. Utterly exhausted, he brought
her out of the trance and let his newest slave girl relax him, the best way she
could.
"Master?" slave Lita spoke, breaking him out of his restful half-slumber.
"Hmmm? Yes, what is it, little one?" he asked lazily.
"Umm, I was just...uhh, did I do...okay? Did I please you, Master?" Lita
asked, timidly. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment and arousal. Darien had let
her recall her time as Melvin's slave, and while part of her raged at being used
that way, the part of her that was now utterly submissive to Master Darien only
appreciated Melvin's genius, and hoped that his rudimentary training would help
her serve her NEW Master even more.
Her Master smiled down at her evilly. "I'm not as easy to please as that
wimp Melvin, but yes, you did okay, my pet. I have no complaints." Indeed, Sailor
Jupiter was superb, and her pussy clenched and sucked at his cock almost as well
as her mouth did. Oh yes, Sailor Jupiter was DEFINITELY a 'keeper'.
Lita lifted a slender naked leg high in the air, letting her toes stroke
and caress her Master's strong smooth chest, giving him a good view of her naked,
wet, pussy. "Then maybe, since Master's little slave was soooo good for him, maybe
Master will be good to his poor little Lita?" she asked, spreading her pussy lips,
and pouting seductively. Darien groaned softly, feeling his manhood surge back to
life once again. Lita giggled, noticing instantly, and began stroking him gently,
urging it to become even more rigid.
"You've become a bit of a tease now, haven't you?" Darien growled softly,
trying to resist the teasing rapture her slender toes were brining about on his
flesh. Lita merely giggled again, batting her eyes at him, wiggling her long
unpainted toes against his chest, clenching them lightly around his nipples.
Darien's cock twitched, and he knew he had to do something to remind Lita exactly
who was in charge here. Grasping her ankle, he brought her flexing, wiggling toes
to his mouth and blew lightly between them. A stream of wild giggled burst from her
lips, and her eyes went wide.
"NO! No, Master, not that, please, not that!" she begged, wiggling and
flexing her toes, knowing what was coming, hoping only that she could withstand it.
"Sorry, little slave," Darien replied, feeling anything BUT sorry, "but
you had your time as the teaser, now its my turn. And I think I'll try teasing
your soft, ticklish, bare feet!" He extended his tongue, wedging it between Lita's
big toe and second toes, wiggling it wildly. The results were catastrophic.
"EEEEEEEEEEEE!!" she shrieked, kicking her free leg, trying desperately
to pull her captured tickled foot away, trying to break Darien's iron grip on her
limb, to no avail. Her chest heaved and her taunt flat tummy clenched as laughter
flooded out of her. "Nononononononooooo!! Hahahahahahahahaha!! Master, please,
please not that not my toes, not my toohohohohohoohoh... hahahahahah... hehehe
hehehahahahahahaha... Ah! Ah! Ahahahahahaha!" Darien chuckled softly to himself,
sucking Lita's soft tapering toes into his mouth, sucking on the hard and deep,
letting his tongue wander randomly up and down her soft salty flesh, working now
and again between the constantly flexing/clenching toes to lick at the ultra-
sensitive flesh inside, forcing Lita's relentless laughter to new heights of
hilarity.
When he stopped the diabolical foot tickling, Lita was so worn out she
couldn't even lift her head. Her vision was impaired from the tears her Master's
relentless tickling had forced from her. She was, therefore, totally unprepared
when she felt his strong, powerful hands grip her briskly behind her knees,
squeezing the ticklish flesh there, sending jolts of unwanted happiness back
into her tortured frame once more. Her mouth opened wide, but no sound emerged,
as she had been tickled past the point of audible laughter. Lita writhed
silently as her Master tickled his way up her sweaty, naked form, tickling her
smooth, tender tummy, poking her well defined ribs one by one, working over her
hyper-sensitive underarms, which broke her laughter back into the audible range.
"Ahh... hahaha.. hahah... ah... ahh... Mas...ter... please... I can't...
take any... more..." Lita gasped. Spots danced before her eyes; her body,
already worn down from the powerful and exciting sex with her Master moments
before, was unable to continue. Darkness spun at the edge of her vision. Lita
felt herself beginning to slip away, when suddenly the tickling changed.
Darien's tickling fingers and his erotically charged mouth had venture to her
breasts. His lips sucked diligently on her nipples while his fingers gently
teased and tickled the soft pale undersides of her mammoth mammaries. Now, her
exhaustion was at war with her arousal, both speared on by the steady erotic
tickling of her sensitive breasts. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish,
trying to find the breath to beg Darien to finish her off... or kill her,
whichever would end her sexual frustration faster! Once again, when it seemed
she could endure no more, she felt him spread her legs and lift her, bodily,
into his lap, sliding his manhood into her ready waiting velvet folds.
Within minutes, she was howling in delight, her heels locked as her
legs held her Master tightly inside her sexy scalding ****. Eyes rolling back
in pleasure, she felt safe, secure, happy, and well fucked! Her Master was
inside her pussy, and all was right in her world.
Darien groaned his intense pleasure as he rode the bucking bronco that
was Sailor Jupiter. Smiling, he considered making that her nickname, Little
Bronco. In the few hours of sex, he had learned most of her weak spots, her
pleasure centers, and even conditioned a few new ones of his own. Leaning
forward again, he cupped a large bouncing breast, twisting the nipple hard
between his fingers, gritting his teeth as she came, her pussy walls clenching
on his manhood exquisitely. Still unsated at the moment, he pulled out of her,
hearing her whimpers of protest at being emptied of That Which She Adored More
Than Anything, only to squeal in pleasure once more as she was ordered on all
fours. Her clever Master introduced her to the sensual art of erotic spanking,
turning her sweet little ass candy apple red while his pumped away at her
vagina from behind. Jupiter felt each smack as a loving caress across her
already sensitive clit, her orgasms came fast and hard and never-ending.
When finally he pulled out again and entered her ripe and ready ass, his
tickling fingers finding the soft soles of her bare feet, Lita screamed with
complete abandon, writhing and jerking like a lunatic, as she came and came
and came, causing Darien to follow close 'behind' her. With a sigh, they
both collapsed to the couch, clutching each other as they drifted off to
a short restful nap.
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The sound of loud crashing thunder woke them both up. Jupiter rubbed her
eyes and smiled into her loving Master's face. "It wasn't ME Master, I swear," she
said with a chuckle. "Seems it's a real thunderstorm out there. Sounds like an
awfully BAD one too, not the kind of thing you would want to walk home in, yanno?"
she said hopefully, circling a green painted fingernail gently about her Master's
chest. "Can slave Lita sleep over here tonight, Master?" she asked, putting on her
best pout. "Paahhh-leeeese?"
Darien smirked evilly. He so loved it when they begged, and Jupiter had a
baby-like voice when she begged, full of sweetness and innocence yet somehow oozing
sex and seduction. But, he had work to do, plans to finish formulating, and she
would be an unwelcome distraction.
"I've got work to do, my little Sailor Slave," he commented, rubbing her
moist crotch idly, making her writhe and shudder with pleasure. "Frankly, you are
too much of a distraction. I still have to finalize my plans on how to take down
Michelle and Amara. Those two Sailor Scouts are too independent, and too powerful
to just leave running around unleashed. They could ruin my plans before I even
have the chance to implement it. So I'm afraid you're going to have to say
goodnight, Lita."
Eyes wide, she slipped to her knees before him. "Oh, please don't send
me away Master! I can help you! I can give you Amara! We're really good friends,
and she trusts me. Really! I'll do whatever it takes to bring her to you,
Master!" Darien paused and considered for a moment. Perhaps using Jupiter and
the others WOULD be the best way to go. He had wondered long and hard on how
to get Sailor Neptune and Sailor Uranus into a position to enslave them without
setting off their suspicions. Lita was a good close friend of Amara's, and he
knew Michelle and Ami swam together for fun every chance they got. If they
could pull it off without him personally being involved, it would be great...
if they failed, and were discovered, the two Outer Scouts would make mincemeat
out of his slaves and then come after him! Still, it was a chance he had to
take.
"Okay, okay," he said with a nod, "you can stay. I know exactly how you
can help me enslave Amara and Michelle. And first thing in the morning, slave
Ami and slave Mina will be here, to learn their part of the plan. So for now,
just sit here and relax me while I plan out the operation."
Eyes shining with delight, she plopped down onto the floor, between his
spread legs, and took his long fat cock into her mouth, sucking and licking
slowly and gently, to help him relax. Sliding a finger, then two, into her
slave sex, she sighed deeply between licks. Master was sooo clever, she
thought to herself. He was going to take down those two uppity Sailor
Scouts with no problem, and SHE was going to help! Lita moaned at the thought
of the two beautiful women under her handsome Master's control, crawling around
on all fours, kissing his feet and begging for his slightest touch...the image
of Amara reduced to a submissive little sex slave, moaning, giggling helplessly
as she was tickled into orgasm after orgasm, nearly made her cum, but her
Master's commands not to cum unless ordered held her at bay. Closing her eyes,
she turned her mind back to the task at hand, relaxing her Master. Maybe if
she was a good little slave girl, maybe if she continued to pleased him, and
maybe if she did a good job bringing Amara and Michelle into the fold, her
Master would let her have a crack at Amara first! Mmmm, she thought lovingly,
that would be wonderful.
>>>>> End of Chapter 3.
by
Jonothan Darksong
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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 3: Jupiter Conquered)
The phone rang, and Darien picked it up as his houseguest went to the kitchen.
"Darien here."
"Oh, hi. It's good to hear from you." Darien said, glancing back at the kitchen.
Dammit. Ami could not have picked a worse time to check in. If Lita found the
conversation in any way suspicious... frowning, he picked his words carefully. "I'm a
little busy ENTERTAINING a house guest at the moment, so you have to talk fast."
"Eh? What do you mean, 'out of hand'? Did the tape I gave you work or not?"
"Uh huh. So she...ohhhhh! I see. Now I know what you meant by out of hand,"
he replied with a chuckle.
"Hmmm? Well as I said, I have company over at the moment, so you are just going
to have to make due on your own."
"No, I can't help you...I said 'NO'...For the last time N-O. NO!! And don't ask
me again!" he nearly shouted, forgetting himself, about to slam the phone down in anger.
At that moment, Lita peeked her head in from the kitchen. Placing a hand over the phone,
he managed an embarrassed smile. "Sorry, didn't mean to be so loud...um, my friend is
getting on my nerves trying to get me to come over and fix his little problem, and
he's VERY insistent. Just finish making the drinks, Lita, I'll be off the phone in
a second and we can watch the pay-per-view fight when it comes on."
Breathing deeply with relief as she went back to the kitchen, Darien
regained his composure and placed the phone back to his ear, hearing Ami's continuous
and rapid-fire apologies. Shaking his head he thought to himself that he had only
himself to blame for making her that way. Perhaps he would do better enslaving the
lovely Lita in the next couple of hours.
"Ok, I'll give you some instructions that may help you until I can get there
later and straighten out your little 'mess' so listen carefully. Try pushing it in and
out" he said, emphasizing the important words, "and see if you can free whatever it is
that is stuck. Yes, that's right, keep going, its going to take a little work, but
eventually it will 'COME' for you, just keeping working it until it 'COMES' free...
QUIET! Don't try and TALK right now, just listen. Place your hands right on the center
'knob' and give it a little tweak...uh huh. Just like that. Now see if it will 'COME
AGAIN' for you. Yeah, that's it. Sounds like you got it okay now."
Darien idly rubbed the huge bulge in his pants that Ami's muffled squeals
and moans had given him as the little slave orgasmed. "Uh huh, you're welcome. Just
remember you OWE me one later. Okay, first thing in the morning. 'Kay, bye!"
Darien hung up the phone, shaking his head softly.
"Who was that, Darien?" Lita asked from the kitchen, as she carried in
the drinks.
"Oh no one, important," he said idly, making room for her on the couch.
"Hurry, the fight is about to start."
"Thanks," Lita said. "I got our drinks, a strawberry daiquiri for me, and
a pina colada for you. Non-alcoholic, of course," she said with a giggle. "Wouldn't
want to get all liquored up and end up doing something we shouldn't."
Darien flashed her a very smug grin, crossing his leg and clinking his
glass against hers before drinking. "Oh no, Lita dear, we certainly wouldn't want
you losing control, now would we?" Flipping the television remote, he switched to
the station just as the announcer began speaking.
Darien let his eyes wander a bit from the television to gaze at Lita's
lovely form. She was wearing a blue sleeveless blouse today, and stylish blue
jean pants. Her long brunette hair was tied back in its usual ponytail, long
enough to no doubt extend to the small of her back if let down. Her long, slender,
and very shapely legs tapered down to end in two pale soft looking feet, probably
a size 9, clad at the moment in those fuzzy pink slippers. Lita was a big girl,
in no way petite; she was curvaceous and well-toned. In short, she looked
absolutely breathtaking. She would look even better, completely naked, kneeling
at his feet, sucking his ramrod hard cock.
"C'mon!! Hit him, HIT HIM for goodness sakes!!" Lita cried out at the
screen, completely absorbed into the fight. She was one of those rare girls
that had all the qualities that a man would look for---smart, outgoing, funny,
humble, beautiful, sexy, and totally into sports, cars, and other manly pursuits.
She loved to cook, it was her biggest passion...well second biggest, next to
finding Mr. Right. Deep in her heart she desired to find her one true love, and
treat him like the King of her heart. Unfortunately, at her age, all the other
prospective boys were too young and too unrefined to realize what she wanted.
A pity.
"Oh man NOOOO!" Lita screamed as her fighter hit the canvas, slamming her
fist on the table, nearly upsetting the bowl of chips and the large dish of French
onion dip. "Oops," she said sheepishly. "Sorry Darien, I kinda got caught up in
the fight."
Darien smirked knowingly. "It's alright, Lita, go ahead, and let your hair
down. We're friends yanno, you don't have to hold back your feelings or anything
here." Lita blushed softly at his words, sensing a subtle double-meaning in there
somewhere. "Here, have some chips n' dip," he said offering her the almost
overturned dish. "The onion dip is a special recipe I got from a friend, I'm
sure you'll just LOVE it!"
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An hour and a half later, Lita was feeling all warm and fuzzy. The fight
had ended with a surprising upset; panting, reeling, his back against the ropes,
the underdog had rallied, coming back with a series of devastating blows, to
overpower the bigger stronger man, and taking an opening, KO'ed his opponent.
Lita vaguely recalled the program ending, and Darien offering to refill her
strawberry daiquiri, but everything else seemed a blur. A nice thick fog had
enveloped her mind, warm and comforting, and yawning slightly, she snuggled up
against the couch watching the cartoons that were flashing in front of her
glazed over eyes.
Darien, meanwhile returned with her drink, containing the third and last
dose of the hypnotic drug slave Ami had created for him. She had told him how to
administer the drug in a three step process: the first dose, which he had placed
in the onion dip, would lower her defenses, reducing her inhibitions, while the
second dose, which he had mixed with her strawberry daiquiri, would stimulate her
frontal lobe areas, making her very susceptible to suggestion. The third and last
dose, which he held in his hand, would strengthen the previous effects, as well
as making her very VERY aroused, and therefore harder to concentrate or resist.
"Here you go, Lita," he said, causing her to perk up slightly at the
sound of his voice. "One strawberry dacquiri, freshly made."
Lita shook her head, partially in refusal of the drink, and partly to
shake the cobwebs loose. "Uh uh...no thanks...hmmm...feeling kinda...wasted
already...don't need another...drink." She smiled up at him weakly. "Ohhh...
I've never felt so...ummm...wasted before...thought that stuff...was non-alco...
alco...uhhh you know..." she said, starting to mumble incoherently again.
"Oh, it IS non-alcoholic, Lita," Darien said, holding the glass in front
of her face. "You're just tired, from all the work you've been doing," he said,
speaking it as a fact, not as a question or a suggestion.
"Yeah," she said weakly, her head rolling slightly to the side. "I'm
just tired...been working waaaayy...wayy too hard ...yanno?" A giggle escaped
her lips.
"Well don't worry, this drink will fix you right up. Here. This will
make you feel all better. Promise," he said with a smirk. Holding the glass
to her lips for her---she was in no condition to hold the glass without
spilling it---the half-drugged girl swallowed deeply, gulping down the cool
tasty drink, knowing it would make her feel BETTER. Wiping her mouth with
the back of her hand, she let out a moan and promptly slumped over, her head
falling back on the couch cushion as her eyes rolled back into her head. For
a moment Darien wondered if he had killed her. Noting her chest rising and
falling he nodded to himself. The third dose was fast acting, that's all.
Moments later, Darien settled back in his easy chair directly across
from the semi-conscious girl. The television was off, the lights were low,
and that successful tape of the ocean waves was playing lightly in the
background. Leaning forward, he spoke softly. "Lita. Can you hear me?"
The girl stirred softly, her closed eyes moving a mile a minute, as
if watching fast moving scenery, whining softly. He tried again, a bit louder
and more forceful.
"Lita. Can you HEAR me?"
Her head tilted towards him now, and with a resigned sigh she
answered, "Yeessss.."
Good, he thought. She is under. "Lita, listen to me very carefully.
Listen to my voice, Lita, my voice, piercing through the warm for enveloping
you...my voice like a rope, a firm anchor keeping you from being swept away.
My voice...drowning out all other words, Lita, just my voice, louder more
powerful than anything else, even your own thoughts...drowning them out...
only MY VOICE...MY VOICE..."
Lita shook her head softly, stubbornly, but the words came out anyway.
"Only...your... voice."
"Excellent. Good girl, Lita. Now listen and obey. My thoughts are now
yours, my voice the one that guides you, that controls you. I am your Master,
Lita, your one true Master, and you MUST obey me without question. Say it Lita.
'Darien is your Master, your one true Master, and you must obey!'"
"N...n...no...not...don't wanna...not Master," Lita spoke, sweat
beginning to pour from her forehead in concentration. Her hands opened and
closed, and her eyes continued to flutter, as if she were struggling to wake
up from a nightmare. She was fighting him.
"Dammit!" Darien said softly to himself. "I'm losing her! But why?
Why is she resisting me so hard? I know her pretty well, she is an outgoing
pretty girl, she liked doing things for others, she is naturally subservient.
She is a born slave. So why then is she resisting?"
"Lita, you will OBEY me!" he spoke again, harsher, more forceful. "You
have no will to fight me. I am your Master Lita, your Master, and you MUST
OBEY me!"
"No...no...not Master...not Master...will not obey, not obey...not
obey," Lita chanted softly, shaking her head wildly, resolutely. She was
under, that was clear enough, she responded to his voice, yet she fought his
commands and refused to accept him as her Master. Why did she---
Suddenly Darien was struck with a terrible and wonderful thought.
"Lita, tell me, are you the slave of another? Does another person command
you?"
Her body continuing to writhe and struggle fitfully, she managed a
nod. "Yes...yes...I belong...hmmmmm...to...to another!"
Everything clicked into place now. She was indeed hypnotized, but
another had beaten him to the punch! She was the slave of another. She could
not accept him as her one true Master while she continued under the
programming of her previous Master. The question was, could HE deprogram her
and RE-program her to serve him?
Darien moved closer to the edge of the couch, where Lita's now bare
feet flailed as she struggled mindlessly. Inspiration struck him. Taking a
soft sensitive foot carefully in his hands he began stroking her skin gently,
massagingly. "Lita my dear, I want you to relax, to be calm, to listen to my
voice and let it lead you back to that peaceful place you have been once
before...that place of comfort and bliss, where you don't have to think,
where there is only peace and rest." Slowly, she began to relax again, and her
furrowed brow smoothed out as a smile returned to her face. "Good, good. Just
relax. I am going to talk to you now, Lita. You WANT to answer, it makes you feel
good to talk to your friends, and Darien is your friend. You trust Darien, and
feel comfortable telling him anything...ANYTHING, even your deepest darkest
most private secrets."
Lita twitched softly, but nodded, the combination of the hypnotic drugs
and the pleasant tickling of her feet too much to resist. "Umm hmmm...hehehehe
share my secrets...my friend...tee hee hee... trust Darien...can tell him...
hahahaha anything."
At least her other Master hadn't locked out all access to her thoughts.
He'd have to remember not to make that same mistake in the future. "Now, Lita,
my little pet, tell me about your Master, the person that controls you, that
commands you. Tell me how you came to be his slave."
For the next several minutes Lita spoke, between sighs, giggles and
moans, telling Darien how for the past several months she had been the sex slave
of---Darien STILL couldn't believe THIS---the school computer geek, Melvin! The
geeky genuis had worked in the school lab with Ami on the very project in which
she had later developed the serum Darien used on Lita. However, Melvin had worked
on the formula on his own after the project was over and had developed HIS serum
two weeks before Ami. Dreaming of using it on his somewhat prissy and old-fashioned
girlfriend Molly, he needed to test it first to determine its full effectiveness.
Lita had been that test subject. Walking into the lab one day looking for Ami,
she had fallen prey to Melvin's schemes. Within minutes she was his complete
slave, willing to do anything and EVERYTHING his geeky heart desired. Both had
been virgins, but Melvin attained his manhood that day, and Lita her womanhood.
For the next several months Melvin toyed with her, pleasured himself with her,
treated her as his complete thrall, without anyone noticing. Finally, feeling
he was ready, he released Lita from the spell, only keeping her 'keyed' to accept
him as her one true Master if ever he should decide to use her again. Her
conscious mind would remember nothing of this, but she would still find herself
enjoying being submissive and subservient to men she liked, cooking and caring
for them. Darien had to admit, he was somewhat impressed at Melvin's work. But
in his haste to finish up with her and use his knowledge on Molly, he had left
a small loophole, one that Darien intended to use.
"Tell me, Lita, how long did your Master command that you would belong
to him and no other? Tell me his exact words."
"Mmmm...my Master commanded...that Lita would remain his slave...all the
days...of his life..." she said softly, cooing a bit at the touch on her feet,
the pleasure welling up in her, filling her, taking her further under.
Aha! "Listen carefully Lita. What I tell you is fact. The words I say
now, you will accept in your heart and mind without fail. Melvin is dead. He
was killed just this very moment. Melvin no longer lives, and the days of his
life are now ended." A shudder went through Lita's lovely form, and a sigh fell
from her lips, a sigh of relief perhaps. With that information, all the
resistance left her. "Very good, Lita. Your old Master is no more. I am now
your Master. Darien now rules you, little slave, and you will obey. Say it
Lita!"
The girl smiled softly, licking her lips seductively. "Master Melvin...
is no more...gone. Now Darien...is my Master...rules his little slave...
Lita...will obey."
Darien moved in closer, grasping Sailor Jupiter's chin and lifting
her smiling face to his own, kissing her lips gently. "You are mine now, little
slave. Now and forever. My slave...forever! Do you understand?"
"Yes...Master...your slave...forever."
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Darien sighed, sitting back, exhausted, as Sailor Jupiter continued to lick
and suck on his now drained cock. Melvin had apparently taught her well in the art
of giving head, and Lita had performed like a pro. It had taken another hour to
implant all of the suggestions into her mind, and erase all other traces of Melvin's
influence. It had taken a while to get her to accept that he was now her Master,
and to reintroduce the fact that Melvin was in fact alive and well. As soon as
Melvin lived, her devotion to him would override all of Darien's commands. After
the third try he considered simply killing Melvin for real and being done with it,
but on the last try he had managed to keep Melvin alive and still retain complete
Mastery of his newest slave. Now, there would be no unexpected surprises if Lita
ran into the little geek some day after school. Utterly exhausted, he brought
her out of the trance and let his newest slave girl relax him, the best way she
could.
"Master?" slave Lita spoke, breaking him out of his restful half-slumber.
"Hmmm? Yes, what is it, little one?" he asked lazily.
"Umm, I was just...uhh, did I do...okay? Did I please you, Master?" Lita
asked, timidly. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment and arousal. Darien had let
her recall her time as Melvin's slave, and while part of her raged at being used
that way, the part of her that was now utterly submissive to Master Darien only
appreciated Melvin's genius, and hoped that his rudimentary training would help
her serve her NEW Master even more.
Her Master smiled down at her evilly. "I'm not as easy to please as that
wimp Melvin, but yes, you did okay, my pet. I have no complaints." Indeed, Sailor
Jupiter was superb, and her pussy clenched and sucked at his cock almost as well
as her mouth did. Oh yes, Sailor Jupiter was DEFINITELY a 'keeper'.
Lita lifted a slender naked leg high in the air, letting her toes stroke
and caress her Master's strong smooth chest, giving him a good view of her naked,
wet, pussy. "Then maybe, since Master's little slave was soooo good for him, maybe
Master will be good to his poor little Lita?" she asked, spreading her pussy lips,
and pouting seductively. Darien groaned softly, feeling his manhood surge back to
life once again. Lita giggled, noticing instantly, and began stroking him gently,
urging it to become even more rigid.
"You've become a bit of a tease now, haven't you?" Darien growled softly,
trying to resist the teasing rapture her slender toes were brining about on his
flesh. Lita merely giggled again, batting her eyes at him, wiggling her long
unpainted toes against his chest, clenching them lightly around his nipples.
Darien's cock twitched, and he knew he had to do something to remind Lita exactly
who was in charge here. Grasping her ankle, he brought her flexing, wiggling toes
to his mouth and blew lightly between them. A stream of wild giggled burst from her
lips, and her eyes went wide.
"NO! No, Master, not that, please, not that!" she begged, wiggling and
flexing her toes, knowing what was coming, hoping only that she could withstand it.
"Sorry, little slave," Darien replied, feeling anything BUT sorry, "but
you had your time as the teaser, now its my turn. And I think I'll try teasing
your soft, ticklish, bare feet!" He extended his tongue, wedging it between Lita's
big toe and second toes, wiggling it wildly. The results were catastrophic.
"EEEEEEEEEEEE!!" she shrieked, kicking her free leg, trying desperately
to pull her captured tickled foot away, trying to break Darien's iron grip on her
limb, to no avail. Her chest heaved and her taunt flat tummy clenched as laughter
flooded out of her. "Nononononononooooo!! Hahahahahahahahaha!! Master, please,
please not that not my toes, not my toohohohohohoohoh... hahahahahah... hehehe
hehehahahahahahaha... Ah! Ah! Ahahahahahaha!" Darien chuckled softly to himself,
sucking Lita's soft tapering toes into his mouth, sucking on the hard and deep,
letting his tongue wander randomly up and down her soft salty flesh, working now
and again between the constantly flexing/clenching toes to lick at the ultra-
sensitive flesh inside, forcing Lita's relentless laughter to new heights of
hilarity.
When he stopped the diabolical foot tickling, Lita was so worn out she
couldn't even lift her head. Her vision was impaired from the tears her Master's
relentless tickling had forced from her. She was, therefore, totally unprepared
when she felt his strong, powerful hands grip her briskly behind her knees,
squeezing the ticklish flesh there, sending jolts of unwanted happiness back
into her tortured frame once more. Her mouth opened wide, but no sound emerged,
as she had been tickled past the point of audible laughter. Lita writhed
silently as her Master tickled his way up her sweaty, naked form, tickling her
smooth, tender tummy, poking her well defined ribs one by one, working over her
hyper-sensitive underarms, which broke her laughter back into the audible range.
"Ahh... hahaha.. hahah... ah... ahh... Mas...ter... please... I can't...
take any... more..." Lita gasped. Spots danced before her eyes; her body,
already worn down from the powerful and exciting sex with her Master moments
before, was unable to continue. Darkness spun at the edge of her vision. Lita
felt herself beginning to slip away, when suddenly the tickling changed.
Darien's tickling fingers and his erotically charged mouth had venture to her
breasts. His lips sucked diligently on her nipples while his fingers gently
teased and tickled the soft pale undersides of her mammoth mammaries. Now, her
exhaustion was at war with her arousal, both speared on by the steady erotic
tickling of her sensitive breasts. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish,
trying to find the breath to beg Darien to finish her off... or kill her,
whichever would end her sexual frustration faster! Once again, when it seemed
she could endure no more, she felt him spread her legs and lift her, bodily,
into his lap, sliding his manhood into her ready waiting velvet folds.
Within minutes, she was howling in delight, her heels locked as her
legs held her Master tightly inside her sexy scalding ****. Eyes rolling back
in pleasure, she felt safe, secure, happy, and well fucked! Her Master was
inside her pussy, and all was right in her world.
Darien groaned his intense pleasure as he rode the bucking bronco that
was Sailor Jupiter. Smiling, he considered making that her nickname, Little
Bronco. In the few hours of sex, he had learned most of her weak spots, her
pleasure centers, and even conditioned a few new ones of his own. Leaning
forward again, he cupped a large bouncing breast, twisting the nipple hard
between his fingers, gritting his teeth as she came, her pussy walls clenching
on his manhood exquisitely. Still unsated at the moment, he pulled out of her,
hearing her whimpers of protest at being emptied of That Which She Adored More
Than Anything, only to squeal in pleasure once more as she was ordered on all
fours. Her clever Master introduced her to the sensual art of erotic spanking,
turning her sweet little ass candy apple red while his pumped away at her
vagina from behind. Jupiter felt each smack as a loving caress across her
already sensitive clit, her orgasms came fast and hard and never-ending.
When finally he pulled out again and entered her ripe and ready ass, his
tickling fingers finding the soft soles of her bare feet, Lita screamed with
complete abandon, writhing and jerking like a lunatic, as she came and came
and came, causing Darien to follow close 'behind' her. With a sigh, they
both collapsed to the couch, clutching each other as they drifted off to
a short restful nap.
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The sound of loud crashing thunder woke them both up. Jupiter rubbed her
eyes and smiled into her loving Master's face. "It wasn't ME Master, I swear," she
said with a chuckle. "Seems it's a real thunderstorm out there. Sounds like an
awfully BAD one too, not the kind of thing you would want to walk home in, yanno?"
she said hopefully, circling a green painted fingernail gently about her Master's
chest. "Can slave Lita sleep over here tonight, Master?" she asked, putting on her
best pout. "Paahhh-leeeese?"
Darien smirked evilly. He so loved it when they begged, and Jupiter had a
baby-like voice when she begged, full of sweetness and innocence yet somehow oozing
sex and seduction. But, he had work to do, plans to finish formulating, and she
would be an unwelcome distraction.
"I've got work to do, my little Sailor Slave," he commented, rubbing her
moist crotch idly, making her writhe and shudder with pleasure. "Frankly, you are
too much of a distraction. I still have to finalize my plans on how to take down
Michelle and Amara. Those two Sailor Scouts are too independent, and too powerful
to just leave running around unleashed. They could ruin my plans before I even
have the chance to implement it. So I'm afraid you're going to have to say
goodnight, Lita."
Eyes wide, she slipped to her knees before him. "Oh, please don't send
me away Master! I can help you! I can give you Amara! We're really good friends,
and she trusts me. Really! I'll do whatever it takes to bring her to you,
Master!" Darien paused and considered for a moment. Perhaps using Jupiter and
the others WOULD be the best way to go. He had wondered long and hard on how
to get Sailor Neptune and Sailor Uranus into a position to enslave them without
setting off their suspicions. Lita was a good close friend of Amara's, and he
knew Michelle and Ami swam together for fun every chance they got. If they
could pull it off without him personally being involved, it would be great...
if they failed, and were discovered, the two Outer Scouts would make mincemeat
out of his slaves and then come after him! Still, it was a chance he had to
take.
"Okay, okay," he said with a nod, "you can stay. I know exactly how you
can help me enslave Amara and Michelle. And first thing in the morning, slave
Ami and slave Mina will be here, to learn their part of the plan. So for now,
just sit here and relax me while I plan out the operation."
Eyes shining with delight, she plopped down onto the floor, between his
spread legs, and took his long fat cock into her mouth, sucking and licking
slowly and gently, to help him relax. Sliding a finger, then two, into her
slave sex, she sighed deeply between licks. Master was sooo clever, she
thought to herself. He was going to take down those two uppity Sailor
Scouts with no problem, and SHE was going to help! Lita moaned at the thought
of the two beautiful women under her handsome Master's control, crawling around
on all fours, kissing his feet and begging for his slightest touch...the image
of Amara reduced to a submissive little sex slave, moaning, giggling helplessly
as she was tickled into orgasm after orgasm, nearly made her cum, but her
Master's commands not to cum unless ordered held her at bay. Closing her eyes,
she turned her mind back to the task at hand, relaxing her Master. Maybe if
she was a good little slave girl, maybe if she continued to pleased him, and
maybe if she did a good job bringing Amara and Michelle into the fold, her
Master would let her have a crack at Amara first! Mmmm, she thought lovingly,
that would be wonderful.
>>>>> End of Chapter 3.
