The Challenge of Five.... | By : Kaystar87 Category: Sailor Moon > General Views: 12251 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Mina awoke in the same familiar bed, with the same familiar scent of rape and lavender. She had lost any conscious of time, as her world now was a mangled, sharp mess of reality and tears. She sat up, nauseated at the scent that invaded her nostrils, but thankful that every morning, Zarbon would leave early enough to allow her rest and returned late enough for her to be a sleep. Though, he never allowed her sleep…she was woke up at all hours to pleasure him, whenever he demanded it, but not today, today would be different; Zarbon had allowed her to finally move without any type of bondage, today would be her great escape. Mina swung her bare legs out of bed, and moved to the dresser filled with the clothes Zarbon had chosen for her; all of them beautiful, brightly colored costumes suited to appease his sense of taste. “Hmm, what to wear? Slut costume 1 or Slut costume 2?” Mina scratched her head, trying to think of a suitable costume to make an escape in, “To show my ass or my boobs…humph, none of these will work…I’d be spotted and raped in a matter of seconds by more monsters like Zarbon…” Mina searched harder, desperate to find anything that’d work, then to her joy she remembered Zarbon’s closet. She ran over and swung the beautiful cherry oak doors open, to be confronted with an array of clothing more beautiful then the wardrobe he had bought her. She grabbed a pair of his black lounge pants in a bottom drawer and looked for a shirt…”Yuck, I have to share his bed and his clothes…” Mina went back to her closet and pulled out a skin tight, low cut black tank top to blend and found a pair of Zarbon’s white uniform boots in a corner. Zarbon will kill me when he finds out…Mina thought with a frown…but on the other hand, he’s going to kill me when he gets tired of me….
“Now, for a way out…”Mina had spent several days observing her room, on the far right side of the room was the lavatory and a huge hot tub, that she had recently been acquainted with ..on the far left side of the room were the wardrobe closets and Zarbon’s mirror and table, with his various “beauty” products…That was one thing Mina didn’t find horrible, at least the man raping her was attractive and took care of himself, a little too much…but Mina knew it could be worse…Zarbon never really hurt her, he would get rough but never leave permanent damage, he was careful when he took her body…Mina shuddered at that last thought, and knew that the only way out of the room was through the only door in the room, she had been watching Zarbon all week, de-coding the password to get out. She pulled her long, light blond hair back into a bun, and put on a hooded robe she had found in a box of stored clothing, amazed Zarbon even had something so dull, but grateful he had overlooked it, it was going to be the only thing that hid her from worse fates.
It’d been six long, lonely years since Freiza attacked his home, killing his wife and son and destroying his planet, and every friend and memory he had left floated off into space. Goku threw back another drink of ale as the cheap, elevator music blared through his senses. He had joined Freiza’s forces six years to date; the only thing that kept him going was the thought of absolute revenge… someday…but not tonight. “Kakarot!” Goku turned around to see the familiar face of his only “companion” in space, Vegeta and him had grown to tolerate each other, being the only ones who understood each other’s hatred for sthe tyrant, but competing to be the first to kill him. Despite, they’re obvious differences, Goku had grown to rely on Vegeta, especially when that bastard Freiza sent them on practically suicidal missions, just to remind them who’s in control. “Did you get our supplies restocked?” Vegeta stood beside him, arms crossed and a permanent scowl across his face, he had just came back from training and reeked. “Yeah, everything’s checked for… with a little cash left over,” Goku took another big gulp from his glass, feeling the temporary warmness fill his insides, “Kakarot, put that shit down…get yourself together and finish on our reports,” Vegeta grabbed his glass and slammed it down with an annoyed growl. Goku didn’t mind, it tasted like shit anyway, and he really didn’t feel like a headache later on.
Goku strolled back to his small apartment on Teon-8, a planet that had been under Freiza’s grip for ten years and served as a mini-vacation for his warriors to come when not on mission and as a landing dock for the tyrant’s main ship, which was due in a few more days. Most warriors did not own an apartment, but rented rooms in various complexes; apartments were too expensive to keep, but Vegeta and Goku did not have money problems, they were paid for every mission and won every tournament and rarely spent money on anything that wasn’t a necessity. There weren’t exactly malls or movies on Teon-8, and the prostitutes were diseased ridden, most were veterans of the business, flaunting their saggy bosoms to passing warriors, trying to earn a couple of bucks to live. All the pretty prostitutes were personal slaves to the more wealthy warriors and men, and were not given to the brothel till they became worn out and faded.
The slave trade was a booming business all over the universe, and there was a constant supply of men and women sold into its grasp as Freiza’s empire expanded. Goku never wanted a slave, it was immoral and disgustingly unethical, despite Vegeta’s remarks on how they help relieve tension; he would never own a living being with feelings and a home.
It felt as if time itself had stopped, Serena had no idea how long they had been kept in this room. “Lita, what do you think they’re going to do to us? They have to do something with us, eventually…” Lita hated when Serena asked her these question, she didn’t know the answers and she hated the thought of all the possibilities, knowing each one would be a stark blow to the princess’s reality. “I’m not sure Usagi, but don’t worry, I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” Lita felt her mouth move, but barely heard the echo of words, it had been long moments of boredom spotted with brief periods of excited tension when the buzz of the door sounded and someone would walk in, most of the time slaves that brought their food, a broth soup with stale bread and water. Though sometimes a group of men would come in and stare, critiquing the wide-eyed, nervous girls with blank expressions as they moved about, grabbing various girls, examining, writing symbols down, then releasing them. Today was going to be just that, the buzz of the door sounded, the girls looked up in unison as a pink, fat, older man walked in followed by a muscular, warrior type, who seemed to bulge out of his armor. If the girls hadn’t been so scared, they might have swooned at the sight of the younger man, but today felt different, today was different.
“Ladies, form groups of twenty, no more and no less, from there you will be sorted!” The girls quickly stood up and hustled about, trying to find a group. Lita and Serena quickly found a group and gravitated towards the back of it, fearing separation. The two men were quickly joined by a dozen slaves carrying clip boards and pencils, ready to pencil in each girl’s fate.
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