When Time Comes 'Round Again
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Sailor Moon › AU - Alternate Universe
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Adult ++
Chapters:
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Category:
Sailor Moon › AU - Alternate Universe
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
6,604
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own Sailor Moon nor have written this for money. This story is for Adults only and includes sexual themes, racism & violence. Not for children of the faint of heart
When Time Comes 'Round Again
I do not own Sailor Moon, I am not making money from this story
Warning: This story contains disturbing themes including graphic sexual content (incest and underage sex), language, violence, cruelty, torture and is intended for adults only. It is not for anyone under the age of 21… or probably anyone else.
The STATE and society described is (among other things) extremely racist. I am not denigrating Japanese or Asian cultures. Nationalism goes hand in hand with racism and is a disease afflicting many societies. Hopefully someday we will all get well.
Introduction:
Five moments in time.
In the last moment of life, the broken and abused body of Rei Hino struggled to find a trace of warmth in the shabby, tumbled down remains of the Hikawa shrine. She died in the cold. No one would mourn her, except her killer. Moments later, the incandescent birth of Sailor Flame incinerated her remains.
Lithely dropping to her knees, Ami Mizuno performed a formal obeisance to the tall man in the white uniform. The Grand Inquisitor held out his hand so she could kiss his palm, as protocol required. Although he granted her permission to rise, she preferred remaining on her knees and began to sensually lick his hand. He smiled warmly as she began sucking deeply on his fingers.
There were terrible urges. Minako Aino’s addiction had been programmed into her body and mind. It was hardwired into her nerves, into her flesh and into her brain. The bitter musk of her sexual addiction arose from every pore of her naked body. A technician said she smelled like the American White House on payday. It was the punch line from an old joke. There hadn’t been an America or a White House in long time.
Makoto Kino adjusted the tiny, near invisible razor-claws on the fingers of her left hand. Feint – block – slash, faster than her opponent’s eyes could follow. First there was a trickle of blood. An ear, severed with near surgical precision fell silently to the floor. Now there was a lot of blood… and screaming. Lunge – step – spin - chop. Sergeant Kino smiled at her opponent. He had had such pretty eyes.
Usagi Tsukino had been “fully-pitted”. As a criminal and genetic pollutant, the STATE had surgically destroyed her mind and robbed her of speech, language and memory. She had been stripped of citizenship and reclassified as a non-human, non-sentient animal. Commitment to a Baby Farm would allow her to compensate the STATE for her crimes and cost of continued care. Nothing would be wasted.
Sailor Flame fell into the sky.
Warning: This story contains disturbing themes including graphic sexual content (incest and underage sex), language, violence, cruelty, torture and is intended for adults only. It is not for anyone under the age of 21… or probably anyone else.
The STATE and society described is (among other things) extremely racist. I am not denigrating Japanese or Asian cultures. Nationalism goes hand in hand with racism and is a disease afflicting many societies. Hopefully someday we will all get well.
Introduction:
Five moments in time.
In the last moment of life, the broken and abused body of Rei Hino struggled to find a trace of warmth in the shabby, tumbled down remains of the Hikawa shrine. She died in the cold. No one would mourn her, except her killer. Moments later, the incandescent birth of Sailor Flame incinerated her remains.
Lithely dropping to her knees, Ami Mizuno performed a formal obeisance to the tall man in the white uniform. The Grand Inquisitor held out his hand so she could kiss his palm, as protocol required. Although he granted her permission to rise, she preferred remaining on her knees and began to sensually lick his hand. He smiled warmly as she began sucking deeply on his fingers.
There were terrible urges. Minako Aino’s addiction had been programmed into her body and mind. It was hardwired into her nerves, into her flesh and into her brain. The bitter musk of her sexual addiction arose from every pore of her naked body. A technician said she smelled like the American White House on payday. It was the punch line from an old joke. There hadn’t been an America or a White House in long time.
Makoto Kino adjusted the tiny, near invisible razor-claws on the fingers of her left hand. Feint – block – slash, faster than her opponent’s eyes could follow. First there was a trickle of blood. An ear, severed with near surgical precision fell silently to the floor. Now there was a lot of blood… and screaming. Lunge – step – spin - chop. Sergeant Kino smiled at her opponent. He had had such pretty eyes.
Usagi Tsukino had been “fully-pitted”. As a criminal and genetic pollutant, the STATE had surgically destroyed her mind and robbed her of speech, language and memory. She had been stripped of citizenship and reclassified as a non-human, non-sentient animal. Commitment to a Baby Farm would allow her to compensate the STATE for her crimes and cost of continued care. Nothing would be wasted.
Sailor Flame fell into the sky.