Jaedite's Revenge

Sailor Mars’s eyelids fluttered as awareness crept back to her. How long had she been asleep? She had had the most terrible dream last night. A powerful enemy that she knew had been defeated long ago had suddenly come back. But her dreams pushed themselves from her mind as she realized how horrible she felt. Every slight movement seemed to bring a torrent of pain. Her body was sore and she was cold. She pressed her eyelids together tightly, not wanting the day to begin yet and tried to wrap herself back up under her covers but couldn’t find them. She reached out blindly searching for something to push back the cold. Why was it so cold? Finally she forced herself to open her eyes and tried to adjust to the bleary pictures that began to form in front of her.

Mars sat bolt up right in bed as she realized she was not in her room. The sudden movement caused an instant jolt of pain and she retracted in surprise. She looked down and saw her ragged sailor fuku and suddenly the memories came flooding back. Horrified, she recalled her capture, the fight, and how she had surrendered her freedom to save her life. She wrapped her arms around her torso tightly and desperately wished she was still in the midst of a nightmare, but this fantasy was not to last.

At that moment Jaedite walked into the room, “You’re awake.” He said with no sympathy in his voice.

She sat motionless on the bed and started to take in her surroundings. The room was large and rectangular with high ceilings and made of what looked like cut marble. There were three sets of doors; large double doors that Jaedite had walked through a smaller portal on the right side of the room and a glass door fitted between a pair of large windows on the other side. The windows looked out onto a balcony and, from this angle, the room seemed to be up a fair height. Beyond the balcony an expansive view of the horizon presented itself, it would have been a beautiful sight in her world, but this skyline was as dull and as ominous as her present mood. The sky was as it had been during her fight, bleak and murky.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the Dark General walked over to the bed, the clicking of his hard soles the only audible noise. For a long moment he stood at the edge of the bed and looked at his prize. Sailor Mars, once confident and strong, could not meet his gaze.

“Sailor Mars. Kneel before me.” He said firmly but languidly.

The young girl showed no sign of response.

“Slave!” Jaedite boomed, his voice causing the forlorn girl to jump visibly, “You are mine and you will obey or I will finish the job I started in the arena.”

Sailor Mars choked back a sob and crawled slowly, painfully, to the edge of the bed. She paused momentarily and braced herself for the sting her muscles responded with each time she used them, then threw her legs out over the edge of the bed still refusing to meet his eyes. The cold floor met her skin and a chill washed through her feet as she lowered herself to the position she had been ordered to. She shivered, as much from the sensation of the bare marble on her skin as from the understanding of her present reality.

“Good. Then I can assume you haven’t had a change of heart.” He reached down and took a handful of her tangled hair and forced the kneeling girl to look up at him. As their eyes met Jaedite could read the fear and helplessness in her dark, expressive eyes, but also ascertained that he was indeed correct. She was not willing to die, she would obey. Without letting her look away he gave his next order, “Remove your clothes.”

Her face slowly changed color to match her torn skirt as the humiliation of her defeat became undeniable. She tried to protest but knew it would be futile, this man had been willing and able to end the young girl’s life and the situation was no different now. Tears welled up in her eyes and she tore her face away from his. Jaedite allowed this only because he saw her trembling hands begin to move.

Her fingers fumbled with the edges of her gloves but she managed to slide them off of her hands. Slowly, still terribly sore, her hands moved around behind her back and she undid the crimson bow after a few ineffective attempts. Her skirt fell loose around her waist as she prepared herself for what she must do. She began to rise from her knees but didn’t get far. “Ah!” she yelped in pain as her muscles reminded her once again of her defeat. She slumped back to her knees and looked up hoping to find some compassion, some sympathy in the face of her captor. She found nothing but contempt. Steeling herself against the pain and disgrace, she forced herself to rise. As she did her skirt fell away revealing her firm, toned legs in their entirety. His eyes roamed over her soft, smooth, skin as he inspected his prize. Had she not already been blushing from head to toe, she would have been now. She crossed her arms over her chest, rested her fingers on her shoulders and sucked in a quick breath of air, praying one last time that she would wake up from this nightmare. She didn’t.

Acting quickly so as not to lose her nerve and risk Jaedite’s wrath, she pulled down on her shoulder pads and stripped the form fitting spandex from her chest revealing to her tormentor her gorgeous, flawless, young breasts. Her soft, pink nipples hardened immediately as they became exposed to the cold air adding to the already perky nature of the Sailor Senshi’s chest. She looked to Jaedite desperately hoping that this would be enough.

The Dark General was transfixed. When he fought the sailor senshi the first time he had been taken by their beauty, Mars’s in particular. He had never expected to have her in this position, however. His body responded as any man’s would at the sight of the beautiful, dark haired senshi standing in front of him, completely at his whim. But he was not satisfied, “The rest.” He said firmly.

Sailor Mars was keenly aware of the man’s arousal but was, as yet, unaware of her own. She had never before shown any man what Jaedite demanded of her. Once or twice a lucky high school boy had found his way under the shirt of Rei Hino but those kids had been more nervous then she ever was and Rei had always been in control. This was no high school boy she had surrendered her freedom to, however. With a final push, Sailor Mar’s fuku fell away, leaving her naked and exposed.

Jaedite’s smirk could almost not be contained on a single face. He drank in the sight of his slave standing tall but vanquished. Beneath her breasts, which he could look at for the rest of his life, her stomach was flat and taut. Her sailor training aside, she had taken care of her young body. All in preparation for the day she would give herself to him. Her smooth stomach narrowed to a tiny waist but filled out again nicely at the hips. And there, between her lithe legs, was the precious spot his body desired so badly. He stared lustfully at the small slit between her thighs that he would soon be enjoying. Pink and glistening, he could smell the inviting scent of her pussy from here. She wanted it too, whether she knew it or not yet. A small patch of dark, well groomed hair was the only thing covering Sailor Mars, save the choker and tiara she had neglected to remove. All the better, the accessories reminded him that this was indeed Sailor Mars, stripped and beaten, standing before him now. Her body was his, and soon so too would be her complete, unwavering obedience. He had allowed her brief moments of unresponsiveness and suffered repeating his orders because it turned him on to know that she still had a will left for him to break.

“Very good, slave.” Jaedite loved the way she still flinched at the title. She had accepted her position but she still believed it to be a temporary arrangement until she could find a way to escape or be rescued. He would soon make it known to her how permanent her subjugation would be, it wouldn’t be long before she identified with it more so then her own name.
The last remaining Shitennou removed his coat revealing his well sculpted chest and dropped it on the floor. He walked the short distance to the edge of his bed and sat down on it. “Kneel.” He said simply.

Sailor Mars obeyed without protest and found herself back on her knees before her captor and pushed the memories of her surrender from her mind. Despite her nakedness, she no longer felt the chill of the room. Her humiliation coursed through her veins as it dawned on her what she would be required to do. The very thought caused her to shudder in disgust. She knew he would take her virginity the moment he had ordered her to strip but it seemed that would wait. He wanted her mouth. Appalled at the thought of it but afraid of the consequences of refusing, the young girl froze in place. Her dread built as she heard Jaedite remove his pants and saw them fall to the ground in front of her field of view.

“Do it.” Came the expected command.

Sailor Mars blanched at his words. She couldn’t.

“Jaedite, I can’t-“ Sailor Mars never completed her sentence. She cried out in shock as she felt his powerful hand grab a mass of her hair and wrench her toward his already erect cock. Without the slightest bit of concern for his young thrall, he pushed himself into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. She gagged instantly but Jaedite moved his other hand behind her head and would not let her escape. He could hear a muffled whimper escape her throat but he ignored it and began to pump her on his shaft savagely. With each downward stroke she choked and frantically tried to pull away, with each momentary relief of the upward motion she sucked in fresh air in a panic. He pleasured himself with the pitiable girl’s mouth for a while, utterly delighting in his complete physical mastery over her. She would learn that words like “no” and “can’t” weren’t hers to use.
He pulled her off of his dick and jerked her hair back agonizingly until she met his piercing gaze. Her dark eyes, overflowing with tears, implored him to stop.

“Jaedite, ple-“

Wrong answer. His slave yelped again as she was forced back into position.

Sailor Mars could hardly believe the coldness and brutality with which her mouth was being raped. His large penis filled her orifice and jammed repeatedly into her tonsils. She cried bitter tears at her torment but fearfully tried to accommodate Jaedite in her mouth. It terrified her to think what he might do now if she bit him so she locked her jaw as wide as it could go. Relentlessly she was made to gag on his erect manhood and the finality of her position hit her with each stroke. She was truly his slave. Body and mind he would take her; where he wanted, how he wanted. She would serve him or she would die and she had already made her choice.

Mercifully the torture stopped and she was again made to look into the eyes of the man who owned her. She knew what it was he wanted and she could do nothing but give it to him. “Master.” The disgraced sailor warrior pronounced with difficulty amid her choking and sputtering, “I will obey you.” She felt empty and broken. So thoroughly had he demonstrated his utter and complete dominance that she could not even feel shame.

Now without hesitation, Sailor Mars wrapped her small hand around Jaedite’s throbbing penis and willingly took it into her mouth. She sucked the head vigorously, if not skillfully, praying that she would be pleasing to her master.
Jaedite laughed mirthlessly as he saw her defiance melt away. She would never disobey him again. It was time to take the last remaining thing she owned. “I want your virginity, Sailor Mars.”

The raven haired girl pulled Jaedite’s rod out of her mouth with an erotic suck and looked into his eyes. Knowing that it was no longer hers to give away she asked submissively, “How would you like to take it?”

Jaedite liked that. She would make an excellent slave and he would be able to put his new plans into motion faster then he thought. “On your back.”

She rose to her feet quietly, no longer allowing herself to be slowed by the soreness in her muscles, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Wait.” He said before walking away for a moment. He walked over to the desk at the far end of his room, opened a drawer and took something from it. Sailor Mars sat alone for a moment and looked down into her lap. She spread her legs a little and looked at her virtue, surprised to see that it was wet. How many times had she touched it while thinking of the many boys that had caught her fancy? She had lustfully thought of the different ways that they could have taken her; gently, roughly, quickly, slowly. She had even masturbated to the idea of being raped once or twice but never had she imagined she would lose her virginity like this. She couldn’t even call it rape, she would not resist him.

Jaedite’s return took her away from her thoughts. “I have something for you.” He said as he removed the choker from her petite neck. The small piece of silk fluttered down her breast and landed in her lap and was immediately replaced. Jaedite wrapped something around her neck and clasped it in the back, then took her small chin into his hand and looked deep into her eyes, “That is your new collar Sailor Mars. Don’t ever take it off.”

She nodded her acquiescence and he released her. “May I see it?” she inquired, hoping this would not upset him. Jaedite brought his hand up to his side a short distance from her face. She braced herself against the blow she knew was coming but was surprised when he simply snapped his fingers. A small patch of air wavered in front of her eyes and suddenly became reflective. She saw her face, tear streaked and red, but otherwise just as beautiful as ever. The battle with Jaedite had left no scars or bruises on her still flawless body. Just under her chin, where her familiar choker had always been when she was transformed, was what seemed to be a collar made for a kitten, or some other small pet. The color matched her uniform perfectly and set into the center was a small, dark, crystal with an ornate “J” etched into it. Jaedite wanted everyone to know who she belonged to. A small metal ring completed her accessory. She could now be leashed like an animal.

“That crystal is my own design.” He informed her, “It will drain your energy. Not enough to harm you, but you won’t be able to use your attacks. So don’t get any ideas. You will still be able to transform back and forth however. Those rags on the floor will need to be replaced.”

Sailor Mars stared at the physical manifestation of her slavery. Indeed, every bit of her would serve the Dark Kingdom now. The once proud Sailor of Fire was beyond humiliation, beyond shame. Whether she was still in shock or whether she had ceased to be able to feel anything but a desire to serve Jaedite she didn’t know. “Thank you.” She whispered.
“Now where were we?” He asked with feigned ignorance.

She lay down on the soft sheets, a welcome respite from the cold floor and spread her legs, presenting herself to the man standing before her. She propped herself up on her elbow and opened her pussy lips, slick with her own desire, with her other hand, “Master Jaedite...”

"Yes, she would make a very good slave." He thought too himself again. The docile senshi laid before him, her purity his to defile. Jaedite took his large penis in hand and touched the tip of it to the entrance of Sailor Mars.

Unable to tear her eyes from the instrument of her rape, Sailor Mars watched the scene unfold with an unexplainable mix of desire and dread. Her body trembled as she felt him touch her folds and she sucked in a quick breath as she braced for the inevitable, her heart pounding like the waves of a stormy sea. Suddenly Jaedite moved, filling her entirely. She squealed in surprise as her virginity disappeared with a quick push of his pelvis. It hurt, but the tearing pain of her previously untouched innocence was nothing compared to her preceding torment.

Jaedite paused for only a beat before he began to take her in earnest. He thrust himself into his prize thoroughly enjoying his conquest. His stroke was fast and deep and he savored the feeling of her tight walls contracting around his cock. His slave slumped onto her back, no longer keeping herself partially upright, her firm breasts jiggling to his rhythm. He looked down and watched his member invade her body over and over. Her plentiful wetness coated his length and he was able to slide in easily despite her newly deflowered tightness.

With each thrust of his body Sailor Mars’s world shook. The pain quickly subsided and was replaced with a sensation that began between her legs but steadily spread throughout her body. Despite herself, she began to enjoy the feeling of her master’s length filling her again and again. She closed her eyes and let go of her thoughts. Her existence was little more then the moment between each push, the wet sound of Jaedite’s cock gliding between her lips and the musky smell of their juices filling the room. The pounding of her heart and the rise and fall of her breath took on the pace with which he drove into her cervix. Her mind numbed as the strokes became uncountable and she moaned softly, almost imperceptibly, with pleasure. She opened her eyes and tried to watch Jaedite take her but her vision would not focus. Giving up, she slumped her head back onto the soft mattress and bore her torment. At least she tried to tell herself that it was torment.

A moment later Jaedite stopped. Mars opened her eyes and responded with a confused whimper as she felt him pull out of her. He grunted at her to roll over. She quickly got on her knees and elbows to obey him, convincing herself that she was only following his blunt command to avoid being punished and not because she was eager for him to continue. No sooner had she gotten into position then she felt his powerful hands seize her hips and with a commanding thrust bury himself inside her again. The young senshi moaned audibly as her master’s cock explored depths it had not yet reached. Jaedite’s pace quickened in this new position and Mars could not stay silent. She panted loudly each time the Dark General penetrated her and even began pushing back desperately trying to take more of his throbbing manhood. Mars dropped her head down, unable to hold her neck up anymore. The young girl could barely think when every moment brought her higher and higher up the peaks of sexual bliss. She tried to tell herself that she was being taken against her will, that her freedom had been surrendered and that her body was nothing more then the play thing of an evil enemy. None of it seemed to matter anymore to Sailor Mars as Jaedite filled her again and again with ecstasy. She closed her eyes and lost herself in pleasure, willing it not to end.

Once again, however, Sailor Mars was reminded that it was not her pleasure that mattered. Just as she felt ready to fall off the edge of the highest precipice, Jaedite pushed one last time. With a feral groan he forced himself into her as far as he could go and clutched her thighs firmly as he dumped his seed inside of the girl. Sailor Mars was horrified and instinctively tried to squirm away from her captor. No longer able to stay submissive, she cried out in protest. Jaedite slapped her ass hard reminding her of her place. “I’ll cum where I want, slave.” He barked coldly. “But since you’re so damned concerned, that collar of yours will prevent you from getting pregnant.”

She sighed in relief but had little reason for joy as he pulled himself out of her. “Get out of my bed.” He demanded.

Shocked by the sudden change in demeanor, the chastised Sailor Mars quietly slid off his sheets and back onto the cold marble floor. As she stood up she realized just how engrossed in the act she had been. The mixture of juices trickled down her leg as her body ached for more. Even Jadeite’s harsh demeanor had not taken her desire away but it seemed that she would not be satisfied tonight. Jaedite walked back to his desk while she stood there dumbly wondering what would happen next. When he returned it was with a long length of red fabric. Wordlessly he approached her and attached this chord to her collar, the other end to a metal ring fixed to the side of the bed. She had just been leashed. The Sailor Soldier of Mars could not believe it. If it were possible for her to feel more degraded she did not know. Where would she even run to?

Jaedite threw a pillow and a thin sheet on the ground and with a snap of his fingers drapes fell over the windows, immediately shrouding the room in darkness. “Go to sleep. When I wake up I’ll tell you what else I expect from you.” With that he slipped into bed and immediately fell to sleep.

Miserable and wretched, the naked Sailor Mars gathered up her meager bedding and laid down on the floor. She tried to reflect on how drastically her life had changed in such a short time but before long her exhaustion caught up with her. Her final thought before falling unconscious was of her friends and when she would be rescued.