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The End of the Senshi: The Juuban Disappearances	By : passiveaggressor Category: Sailor Moon > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 17762 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I neither own the Sailor Moon nor the Disgaea series and I make no money off of this fanfiction. I do however own Valentine and her hot ass.

Chapter List
- 1-Sailor Pluto - Lost Time
- 2-Setsuna's Deception
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Setsuna steeled herself as she entered the seemingly abandoned fairground, something worrying her about the fact the sideshows had names which suggested planets, managing to arrive at the funhouse which seemed to be the center of the temporal disturbance. She’d detected that something about this building caused a 0% chance of Crystal Tokyo happening.

The door was slightly ajar and she entered the dark atrium of the funhouse. She shuddered as, instead of the normal comedic tone, it had things like a latex-clad figure resembling Chibimoon in a alcove, hooded and wearing a gasmask, across from a identically bound figure resembling Saturn.

“Ok it’s official, this is the worst funhouse I have ever seen.” Pluto said, a tall figure coming through a nearby doorway and gripping a lever. “Oh, I don’t know, Setsuna... Our funhouse is all about how much fun a senshi can have...” The figure said, then pulled the lever, the ground dropping out under her...

The Outer Senshi fell a distance of at least ten feet and landed in a crouch atop a mirrored surface. The space she was in seemed to be a three-dimensional hall of mirrors. Before she could focus, the ground shifted as it rotated under her, smacking her against what had been a wall moments before. The entire layout of the mirrors, as far as she could see, then changed, as the hole she fell through disappeared. A minute later, it shifted again, in a different direction, causing her to fall several spaces out of the alcove she’d been in as she fell through what had been a wall previously.

“What is this place?” she asked a tad fearfully as she looked around. “It’s a hall of mirrors of course.” came a reply from behind her. She turned and spied a raven haired woman standing behind her. As she jumped towards her, the woman stepped aside and revealed she’d been standing on nothing, causing Pluto to fall again, dropping past half a dozen mirrors before she landed, a blue-haired girl grabbing the Time Key as she fell past her.

Pluto hit the ground with a thud, looking frantically around for the Time Key She then noticed the two figures leaving, then the ground shifted, sending her flying once more, but this time, it seemed to not stop, allowing her to just kiss the next mirror before she was flying again. The spinning finally stopped and slammed her bodily into a mirror, knocking the breath from her body as the two women, one black haired and one red haired advanced on opposite walls.

“Wha-What is going on?” She said, stumbling and attempting to balance due to her equilibrium being thrown off completely. “Tell Pleinair to prepare the first room... Our first acquisition will need to lie down...” The red-haired woman said, taking out a golden ring. “Nap time for you...Setsuna Meiou” said the black haired woman as the ring was lowered to Setsuna’s chest and she blacked out.

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She woke up in what seemed to be her room in the Gates Of Time chamber, from what she could tell as she looked round in her slightly confused, half-awake state. Certain things had changed from what she could discern. For starters she was naked which was a definite change from her earliest recollection. She fingered her neck to find a tightly fitting metal band there, a jewel of some kind mounted in it.

Ami then entered, and studied something, adjusting some settings, then left. She decided that she’d just had a bad dream and looked for her transformation pen in order to summon her staff so she could get to work checking if the reading had been her stress causing a worst case scenario nightmare. Finding it nowhere in sight she sat up to look on the ground when the door opened, admitting Ami and a very familiar face.

“You! What are you doing here?!” snapped Setsuna getting up from the bed and looking at the black haired woman. The woman fingered a familiar ring around her wrist and a ribbon of energy wrapped round the bottom of Setsuna’s head, gagging her. “Ohh, Pluto, How do you like your new funhouse room... I call it ‘Time Perverted’... You were always looking for that perfect moment, that perfect time when Crystal Tokyo would happen...” The woman said, “Well, When this room is finished, young men will be able to look for that perfect time to drill your ass and pussy.”

Setsuna growled behind her gag and swung for the woman, her arm snapping back suddenly, along with her other, as ribbons pulled her arms behind her and wrapped around her arms, forming a single glove. “Maybe I should get a few fondles in while we’re still preparing it...” The woman said, moving behind her and grabbing her left breast, fondling it, and cupping her pussy, parting her outer lips and looking for her clit.

The bound senshi yelped and wriggled as what she’d thought was Ami walked over and cupped her ass, her lips closing on the nipple of her right breast. The bed then folded away, and a reclined ‘chair’ with a set of stirrups replaced it, with Pluto-symbols on the straps, a black straitjacket sat atop it. “Let’s get you settled into your new display...” The woman said, carrying her over, ‘Ami’ opening the straps as she was forcibly fastened onto the chair, the armbinder deactivating, the redhead grabbing her arms as she went to grab her.

Her efforts failed as both ‘Ami’ and the woman worked together to force her arms through the sleeves of the straitjacket. The garment was made of latex and clad her arms in snug sleeves of the material, her fingers forced into rigid rubber channels, rendering them useless. As the woman fastened her arms into place, ‘Ami’ unfastened one of her legs, sliding a long boot with severe heels onto it, before lacing it up.

The woman then picked up a black rubber hood, pushing Setsuna’s head into it, before lacing it up and folding a panel over the laces which clicked into place, as her new boots were finished. ‘Ami’ then fastened a posture collar around her neck as the redhead tightened the rubber corset built into the strait jacket.

“Excuse me?” came a familiar voice from the door. Setsuna turned her head and let out a muffled exclamation as a tall woman in a sharp business jacket, blouse and skirt walked in, her modest heels clicking on the floor as she came closer. “Setsuna, will you do the honors?” The black-haired woman said as she held something up, “Then we can lock it down until the other senshi arrive.”

“Mmm sounds fun, ah but who is this?” asked the woman who shared her face and voice. “Oh no one important, just some whore...” The woman said, “She’ll be staying in here for a while, getting to watch your work.” The doppelganger laughed, “Oh I see, well hello whore.” said the woman stepping over and cupping her face. “My name is Setsuna Meiou, I’m also known as Sailor Pluto but that’s a secret...” The ribbon slithered away from her mouth and she opened her mouth to scream when the doppelganger forced a large black ball gag into her mouth, cruelly tightening the straps. “Not that it really matters if you know...” she said, taking the gasmask and strapping it over her face, smiling sadistically at the woman as her eyes widened behind the smoked lenses

‘Ami’ then plugged the tube of the mask into a port on the wall, then the three women stepped back, and something hissed downwards, before there was a louder hissing, and a red border came round the room. “I wouldn’t break the glass, whore.” The woman said, “The only air in that room is giving you any way to breathe... and we’re not going to unseal it for a LONG time. Well, The valve only works one way...”

She began to sob in the dim light before letting out a muffled question as the lenses flickered. The lenses suddenly brightened and she found herself looking at the redhead as if she was standing in front of her. “I know you can hear me whore so I’ll explain what you’re seeing. The contacts I am wearing are sophisticated cameras that transmit what I see to you. My necklace also acts as a mic and so you can hear too. I hope you enjoy the show.” ‘Setsuna’ said, then she looked towards a sign by the chamber Setsuna was inside, where a warning message said ‘DO NOT break glass. There is no air in the chamber beyond, and no way to pump air in’, which her double traced her finger over.

“Ami, Let’s go pick up Hotaru from school... I have this really nice outfit for her to try on...” ‘Setsuna’ said, walking down the hall and into a black and purple room done in leather and latex with lace trimmings, opening a wardrobe, “How do you like it?”

The real Setsuna struggled, trying to escape her airtight prison, horrified at what Hotaru would be walking into in a short time...
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