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Chapter
One

"Friends"

Ryouko's eyes slipped closed as a power
more effective than any drug kicked in.
Who was this meanie holding her so tightly and so "icky"ly? Like a prize - a most undeserved prize at
that; for she knew very well that only her mommy deserved her that much. After all, Washu would reassure her of that so
very, very often. This one, this thing carting her off, smelled bad, too -
sort of like the goldfish she cried over as it was flushed down the toilet to a
burial at sea that one summer.

Oh darnit, not Goldie-ohki!

It surely wasn't mommy; there was always
warmth when mommy held her in her tender arms. She wasn't held like a football when mommy had
her tight but caring grasp around her; she wasn't held so her ribs hurt and her
neck bounced her head around like a racquetball.

No, it was a steel grip. . . like a bear
trap.

Oh no. . . I must have been bad,
her mind mumbled to her in her cloudy thoughts, a scolding mock in its unheard
tone. What had she done this time? This was nothing like the customary slap on
the behind or the light scolding she was used to getting. This was scary, to say the least. Why did mommy stop loving her?

Looking back through slits, unable to keep
her eyes open as she was bounced violently on the "bear trap's"
shoulder, she saw what appeared to be Washu, screaming her name as the tall and
muscular man stole her away.

She's telling him to take me away. . .

"Mommy. . ." was all she was
able to let slip from her lips before her brain succumbed to victimization. She was sorry, she really was! Why was she forsaken?

Ryouko reluctantly lifted her head in the
chance to escape that inauspicious memory; a terrible memory that plagued her
every so often, almost as a punishment for trying to escape her gray confines
by running to a world of sleep. It could
take only the most intrepid soul to be able to withstand what she had to endure
- a god to be unfazed. Ryouko, on the
other hand, was shattered through and through.
Mother had abandoned her so readily, and moreover, so easily. . .

A few years later, perhaps between the
ages of seventeen and one hundred seventy, Ryouko had come to despise the name
of her master, Kagato. He was a
malignant malefactor; a perfidious satanic fuckhead for whom she felt only the
worst of things. He treated her like
dirt but she remained under his control and in a chronology that seemed to have
removed eons between now and when she had been stolen from her mother. At least, she hoped she was stolen. To have
been given up would have been to rip her soul in two, tearing it at the tiny
thread onto which it so desperately hung.

"Washu . . ." she whispered. She
shuddered at the thought of all the evil and corrupt things she was forced into
doing, all for the benefits she never got the chance to reap. Villages burned, citizens murdered, capitals
demolished. . . races made extinct. Thievery, pain, genocide. However under his
hand as she was, she didn't like it one bit, force to bear a smile in the name
of the deed. Washu taught her to be a good little girl. . . but her memory of
her mother was slowly slipping away as the anger and rage took over her craving
mind.

Anger and rage were often easier to deal
with � it's hard to be sensible when you're screaming bloody murder � as
there�s less ability to make rational thoughts or to overanalyze. That's where the real pain was: in reviewing
things and seeing exactly what one did so wrong that they were scorned for
life. Thus, clouding the self with the
thickness of strife and contempt offered for fewer things to stop the body and
get in its way. Isn't pain grand?

Ryouko sat in her sect, adorned with
nothing but a cot and dull gray walls, brooding about the recent
occurrences. She'd never in her life
felt so violated, used or defective. After
a bloody massacre born of simple theft, Kagato took it upon himself to reward
her by feeling her in places and it ways she'd never allow even herself to do
under any circumstances. They weren't
things that made people feel good, no matter who committed the act. Had it progressed any further. . . Ryouko only
cried at the bitter thought. Had
Kagato's ship not alerted him of half the Galaxy Police on his trail, perhaps
he may have taken it as far as to rape her senseless.

Hah, she laughed bitterly in
thought. Was it still not rape? He'd stolen so much of hers. . . and so much
of her. He took her soul. Rape transcends the human body, (or even the
inhuman body). Life itself could be
ravished as badly as a flower struck by a hurricane.

"The sick fuck. . ." she
sniffled to herself. Her faded and
subtle cyan, spiked hair folded back into a minor mess of tangles where he had
grabbed her and whipped her away. It
retained a bumpy, unwashed flow before it converged in sharp ends. She rubbed
her left shoulder, sucking in a jagged breath as she remembered the burn with
which the slide across the bridge floor had left her. He threw her so hard and fast, without a care
in the world; like someone would discard a broken toy.

She
dropped her hand and her head, unsteadily releasing the air. She jerked forward as it ended in a stripped
cough, feeling a small dollop of blood running down her smooth lower lip. Wheezing a bit, she rested her tired arms on
her propped up knees, staring at the green and purple swirls that swam out of
the lackluster floor. The drop suspended
there for a moment at the edge of her lip before spilling down and staining the
skin from there to her chin.

She relaxed back as she ran a hand up the
black spandex-like material. It was a
sort of porous, light and easily malleable leather, but still solid and with
sheen. She slid her fingers over her
legs, staring darkly at what she was forced to wear. It mattered not how much she would enjoy
wearing it in the heat of battle about two thousand years later, but now she
knew it was about what Kagato wanted to see.
She pulled all but her index fingers back into fists as she traced along
and above her slightly sore crotch. She
winced, but followed the raven color up her front.

Ryouko trailed along where the inkiness
branched out under her breasts. She
absently pulled her fingers further as the black thinned and meshed with the
deep red. Dropping her left hand back to
her side, she let her right hand go up over her left shoulder, pressing
painfully where a few holes had made their way into the material. She cried out a bit, her gloved fingers
bringing a heavy friction to the ripped skin.

She licked where the blood had quickly
dried on her lip, tasting the faint acidic tinge it had. She took her hand off her aching shoulder and
held it out, produced an orange ball that she casually shifted into an energy
sword. A snarl formed as she phased to
her feet, screeching through gritted teeth.

"I hate you!" She screamed again
as she swiveled around and sliced down on the slick dull wall. She was not surprised to hear a clang as the
energy was repelled, causing a hum to kick up and die back down. She was
violently forced back, but strong legs held her in a near-solid stance. Still crying, she released her grip on the
sword to see it evaporate into nothing as she dropped back to the floor,
scooting up against the opposite wall near her cot, narrowing her eyes in
pensive thoughts of indignation. Thinking
every obscenity toward her hated leader was an understatement � if capable, she
thought of obscenities not yet existent.

The lights above flickered and dimmed as a
buzz poured into the air. She stood on
aching legs, her back still against the cold wall. She took no notice to where her skin touched
the chilling panel, despite the goose bumps it left on her arms and neck. She only heard the drone get louder and hollowed.
It filled the room as it filled her head
with a painful familiarity. She brought
her hands up to her ears, covering them as she closed her eyes, trying to
banish the static-like sound. She felt a
slight gust of wind as the buzz exploded into a tearing sound, bolts of green
diving into the air as a sphere formed.
She whimpered, feeling her knees weaken and buckle a bit under her tired
strain.

"Not
again. . ." Ryouko whispered harshly, her voice a breath under the heavy
din.

"But Ryouko," a deep rumble
called, "why not happy to see your beloved master?" Kagato stepped
through the green abyss, readjusting his spectacles. "You seem so unhappy. . . little
Ryouko." He reached out to her,
suddenly dropping his leering grin.
"Come. Follow me."
Ryouko slid back onto the bed to the far corner, feeling tiny despite the small
room. She was terrified.

"I-I don't want to. . ."

"Oh, but you will. Just as you always do. You never want but you always do."
He smiled crookedly, showing unbalanced
bits of his teeth as his outstretched hand crackled with energy. "It's the story of your life. What you feel, want or desire has little
effect on how you live and how you'll ultimately die. After all, do you control your destiny?"

Ryouko winced.

"Answer me. . ."

She looked down at her listless hands,
breaths halted by brief sobs.
"No."

"Who does?" He tipped his head back a little to look down
at her through his specs, seeing her get to her knees.

"The gods! Fate!
Anyone but you!"

Kagato gave a passive laugh as the idle
energy suddenly streaked from his hand and surged through her already abused
body. "Again I tell you: I do. You certainly are defective, little
Ryouko. You just don't learn." Ryouko shrieked and writhed, curling the
sheet around her fists as he stepped closer, reaching out for her. "I could kill you instantly," he
whispered lowly, almost more to himself as though it were on his 'to do'
list. He sent a pulse into the torrent,
causing her to scream until she became hoarse, her cry coming out like a dry
heave.

"But I like to see you suffer. It's not so much that I'm a bad guy. . . but
it reminds us both of who's in charge." He stopped and scooped up the badly burned and
pained girl into his arms and grinned cruelly.
"Who's in command, my Little Ryouko? How many times will we go through this
endless symphony?"

His use of the phrase 'little Ryouko' only
made her moan in the ache of loss. Tears
once more burst from her eyes as she went limp in his arms. He leaned over, kissing the salty drops from
her face as she cried out again in the agony of his mistreatment, not even with
the willpower to look him in the eyes.

"You are. . ."

He smiled, stepping back into the portal
with his prize in hand. "Good
girl."

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"Meet Sugisawa Mitsuko. She's going to be your new playmate."
Ryouko was set down uneasily and immediately collapsed to her knees. "Have fun." Kagato vanished as Ryouko weakly looked upon the
other inhabitant of the room. Well, it
was unfair to say it was just a room; a ballroom, maybe. Columns and stained glass windows lined the
walls as the room reached into infinity. It stretched back into a dark void behind the
figure that was perhaps five or six meters away. She looked to be in her early twenties, and
had long, flowing, purple hair tied back in a thick ponytail. It was so beautiful and taken care of,
managing to shimmer even in the dim light from flood lights high, high, high above. Atop her head were feathered bangs of a crown
of violet, long strips of hair sweeping down in front of her ears.

They lay to rest gently on a modest bust
line, a tight fitting pure black jump suit giving a little deserved help to her
shy figure. At least she appeared shy, maybe as scared as Ryouko was. It was probably their only similarity as this
girl was apparently far more treasured. Her soft, friendly smile put Ryouko at
ease, though, the notion of a companion chipping through all the jagged mental
blocks Ryouko put up in her attempts at complete isolationism.

Of course, it didn't last once Ryouko's
gaze came upon her friend's unsettling vacant stare. She was clearly not with a will of her own
and was most likely under total submission to that nefarious fiend. At least Ryouko could think - this one was a
robot, almost. She had faded rose eyes,
which eerily enhanced her overall message of being a little scary. If it were under different circumstances,
which probably wouldn't result in this pairing to begin with, Ryouko would have
gladly been this girl's friend. Everyone
needs friends, right?

Ryouko used to have friends. Of course, their faces are now a blur, just as
her mother's was. Ever her mother was a
friend. Her best friend, even. The only
friend Ryouko had now was little Ryou-ohki. Ryouko's troubles went away at the thought of
her cabbit confidante, the one Kagato introduced to her only days ago. Of course, it was under strict order that
Ryou-ohki was a tool just as Ryouko was, and that Ryouko couldn't always
see Ryou-ohki.

But it was enough to get Ryouko by.

But this girl. . . the way that vile snake
Kagato joined them and by the opaque look on Mitsuko's face, Ryouko nearly
cowered in fear. The pirate approached
warily, having slowly risen to her feet when the pain in her knees wasn't so
great. It didn't feel like a good
idea to go near this girl but she was compelled nonetheless. Smiling weakly in return, Ryouko gave a modest
wave as Mitsuko tipped her head to the side a little, giving her the appearance
of an airhead rather than a wicked beast.

"Do you have a favorite game?" Mitsuko asked swiftly, a surreal inflection to
her voice. There was a double-echo, too,
which ran a shiver down Ryouko's spine. At least she didn't speak in monotone, but her
voice sounded programmed regardless of how curious, demanding or even playful the
girl sounded. She was beginning to
frighten Ryouko and it took a lot besides the will of Kagato to do that.

"No. . ." Ryouko mumbled in a quiet lie. The only games she had left were math games,
actually. When she had nothing else to
do, she considered prime number lines and proofs for geometry and short
algebraic equations. At first she did it
to try to calculate how much room she had in her sect to swordplay without
hitting those walls or her bed. Hitting
her bed demolished it and earned her a severe beating - if Kagato was in a good
mood anyway. The walls could throw her
across the room if she hit them hard enough.

In a way, it was also a way to try to keep
grasp of Washu. Washu was a stickler for
mathematics and yelled and screamed when Ryouko messed up the easy ones. Then again, the easy ones started out as
calculus and quantity equations. Washu
eventually figured that even herself at five or six couldn't do them right, or
even do them. When the easy ones became
dimensional and algebraic, Washu could be proud and Ryouko could feel so smart.
And she was - she was Washu's offspring,
after all. Professor and Goddess Washu's
offspring at that.

It was hard at first, without any paper or
anything at all to scribble on. Thankfully,
however, the fact that she couldn't write stuff down helped to exercise her
mind and memory and kept her sharp on the job. Though the jobs weren't to her liking, the
better she did them, the less Kagato hurt her. Math was fun, and Ryouko would trade it only
for Ryou-ohki's company.

"I like to play." Mitsuko finished curtly as she began to walk
to Ryouko.

"What
do you like to play?" Ryouko asked,
her curiosity building. Mitsuko's slow
advance matched Ryouko's before the one in black was gone entirely. Ryouko stopped in puzzlement, knowing that
even her phasing ability was stopped by the powers of the Soja. They were in the Soja, weren't they?

Ryouko tried vainly to dislocate, but her
failing attempts were cut short when Mitsuko reappeared as quickly as she'd
gone, centimeters from Ryouko. She
hopped back in surprise, her shock aided by the fact that Mitsuko had returned
nude. A quick veil of spite fell over
her as she came to understand just what Kagato wanted. Adrenaline firing through her body, she found
the willpower to shift, and appeared high above Mitsuko with a snarl. She raised her left hand high, pulling down
an orange ball that transformed in the wink of an eye to a quarterstaff.

"Back off, freak!" She lowered, touching the floor gently with
the tips of her feet. Mitsuko only
smiled as she turned and approached.

"I'm afraid your powers are useless
against me," she said as she steadily neared Ryouko. "All you can do is summon your power. You won't hurt me in the least." She stopped when Ryouko whipped her
quarterstaff around, aiming with deathly precision at the spot below Mitsuko's
slightly lower chin.

"That�s what they all say before I
slice them in half, oddball." With
a swift swipe, Ryouko twirled and brought the light-staff around into the
united spot between Mitsuko's shoulder and head � you know, the neck. It, however, instantly passed through her
like a hand through still waters.
"Hey! What's going on!"
She frantically stepped back, throwing
the sword into the air, where it blinked out of existence, and began to produce
smaller energy spheres, whipping them at Mitsuko. Again, they went through her like she wasn't
there, dividing a surreal facade. They
went by and to the back wall, being absorbed in little glowing orange
circles. Ryouko's hands crackled together
as she scowled in frustration. She threw
a ball to the floor, seeing the same siphoning effect. "Why isn't it working!" She turned away from Mitsuko, feeling a drain
strike her life force, causing her to slow as she neared the corner of the room. She couldn't build the power to fly or
produce any more of an attack.

Her eyes widened as she realized she'd
been trapped very easily.

"It's simple, Ryouko. This is a muted room. The room is influence with the energy
frequency of your genetic make-up. All
energy attacks will have no adverse affects on me and by the same token, are
only draining you. They're absorbed into
these walls," she said, almost marveling.
"A brain-child of a genius, I'd say. Everything you put out it takes in,
nullifying it. You can't hurt me
because all your attacks are being pulled in by the room."

Ryouko's eyes narrowed before she dropped
back to her knees. "You're
lying!" Ryouko swung the last of
her punches, cringing as her aggressor easily caught it.

"Also, any energy expended is
transferred into my potential and kinetic energy structures, making me
stronger." Mitsuko took Ryouko by
the wrist and lifted her off the ground, arousing a yelp as she squeezed
tightly. "And making you
helpless."

Ryouko screamed and tried to kick. "You're lying! Stop it!" Mitsuko pulled her higher and consequently
closer, sliding her other hand around Ryouko's slender waist and onto her
tightened buttocks. Ryouko's pupils
minimized to pencil points as a violated gasp came from her throat. Mitsuko shifted her thigh to between Ryouko's
legs, pressing up a little before a slap flew across the predator's face,
making her reel and lose her grip on her captive barring the hand crushing
Ryouko's wrist. Mitsuko laughed a bit as
Ryouko's free hand attempted to come back around, but she simply threw her to
the ground.

"You're only making it worse,
Ryouko." Mitsuko's hand began to
spark with a green glow. "Now phase
out of your clothing."

"No. . . You can't make me!" Ryouko began to form another energy saber,
however, it came out needle thin before it fizzled away. "Stay away. . ." Mitsuko blasted Ryouko mercilessly, grinning
sinisterly.

"You wouldn't believe how much this is
turning me on. . ." she said, hinting downward. Indeed, Mitsuko's sadism had caused a sheen to
form, making a small part of her pale inner thighs shimmer. Ryouko screamed, radiating the sickly green
until she could scream no more and lay there helpless. "Phase."

"I. . . I can't. . ."

Mitsuko got on her fours over Ryouko, her
previous smile a shining beacon of futility.
"Then I will do it the hard way," she giggled, caressing
Ryouko's frightened and quivering face, tracing a finger along her jaw line. "Which is, consequently, the fun
way." Her hand slipped behind her
neck and onto the back of Ryouko's head, lifting her up to meet Mitsuko's
lips. Ryouko whimpered, trembling as
Mitsuko's tongue suddenly found its way into meeting hers. Ryouko muttered a silent plea, scared and
timid as she tried to shy away from her probing eagerness.

She felt an unbalanced and disturbed
mixture stirring in her as her nipples began to tighten under her already
constricting wares. She squirmed under
Mitsuko's touch and felt a dampening between her legs. She cried out, scared out of her mind, and
tried to fight Mitsuko off. However, now
being the stronger of the two, she easily held Ryouko down. She moved back and looked coldly down on her
captive, quite a feat with the lifelessness in her eyes. Her crown of violet darkened as she stared at
her with a time-stopping gaze.

Ryouko shuddered as tears once more
streaked her face. "Don't do this
to me. . ."

"But you'll like it. Don't fight.
After all," she soother, her grin remaining, "I don't wish to
hurt you, I�m here to play. . ." She
planted her hands on her sides, pulling them up to rest on Ryouko's
breasts. Mitsuko sat straddling, leaning
down to lick Ryouko's nose.

"Rr. . . No. . . stuh-stop!" Ryouko attempted to push Mitsuko off her but
with the strike of a cobra's speed, Ryouko hands were held fast above her head
in a glowing green ring.

"I said don't fight. . ." She lowered herself down on Ryouko and began
kissing her neck, nipping a bit to make Ryouko yelp and yip. Mitsuko slowly began to knead, rolling her
hands around in agonizingly slow circles.
Ryouko moaned absently, falling away from conscious thought as Mitsuko
pinched hold of her stiffening nipples though the soft material. Ryouko's breath began to quicken into panting
when Mitsuko brought her mouth over her right breast, however covered it was, biting
at the tip poking through.

She groaned and shivered guiltily, lifting
her head slightly. "Wha-why are you
do-doing this. . ."

Mitsuko ignored her and pulled her right
hand downward as Ryouko's breath turned ragged. Her left hand squeezed fiercely, and a heavy
bite ripped through Ryouko's jumpsuit. Cold air and saliva flowed and dripped in,
arousing even more of a squirm as Mitsuko, smiling, slid her hand over her
captive's hip to her quivering inner thigh. With a soft sough of a whisper to calm her
down, she traced her crotch.

Ryouko whined through her closed lips and
arched her back, shutting her eyes tight to escape the conscious world. Her mind fell away as she was left to
breathing through her tightly clenched teeth while Mitsuko's fingers seemingly
phased right through the jumpsuit. The
ethereal seekers entered her, creating a feeling that liberated a piercing
scream. Her eyes opened and she looked around exigently, looking for an escape.

Crabs were everywhere.
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