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Diamohns are Forever	By : SailorSol Category: Sailor Moon > General Views: 22490 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CONVERSION

Terra woke cautiously. She was lying on a soft bed, under thick coverings. The air on her face was chill, but not uncomfortably so. She heard something breathing near her and she slowly turned her head.

A monstrous youma with a raptorial beak, tentacular arms, and glowing yellow eyes was crouched nearby, watching her. When it saw her looking at him, it bowed its head and then rose from its crouch and left the room.

Shortly, Beryl entered the room. She smirked at Terra, and gestured for her to rise.

�You will always rise when I enter a room, unless you are gravely injured,� she said. �I will give you leave to resume your seat when I decide to. When you enter a room where I am, you will bow. If it is in my throne room, you will kneel. When you are elevated to General, you will no longer be required to kneel.�

�Yes, Great Queen,� Terra said. She rose from the bed and bowed to Beryl.

�Very good,� Beryl said, smiling. �You are destined for a position of greatness, Tanzanite. In one hour, you will begin training to become a general of the Dark Kingdom. You will spend most of your waking hours in training. There are several youma that will be teaching you. Once you have attained some mastery of your abilities, you will spend half of your training time in the arena. You are free to spar with anyone, human or youma, that you might encounter there. Do I make myself clear, Tanzanite?�

�Yes, Great Queen,� Terra said. �Is Tanzanite my name, now?�

�Yes,� Beryl said. �If you do well with your training, I may send you to Earth, to get the Ginzuishou from the sailor brats. With that, my rule over the Dark Kingdom and Earth together cannot be contested.�

�As you say, Great Queen,� Terra said. She kept her eyes lowered so that Beryl would not see the anger that smoldered inside her.

~*~*~*~

As Terra expected, the training was harsh in the extreme, designed to mold her into a weapon as quickly as possible. The youma that trained her were quick to use their talons, teeth, or the backs of their hands if she did not master a new skill as quickly as they wished. Even though she only put a partial effort into her training, she still progressed at an acceptable pace.

She practiced alone in her quarters after she was dismissed for the day. She was determined that they would not know the full extent of her capabilities.

She spent her remaining magical strength each day learning to manifest weapons. She formed swords with blades so slender that they could be bent into a circle, yet with edges that would shave hair off of a man�s chin.

All through it, she kept the faces of the Shitennou in her mind�s eye, alongside the face of her sister. She vowed to herself that she was going to take Takara apart for hurting her sister.

***** *****

When Sol woke, she felt strange. She was back in the dark room with the black furnishings. She could hear Takara�s voice nearby, but it did not evoke the same hate that it once had. She had a vague memory of dreaming of a woman with blue eyes and sandy hair. As she sought to sharpen the memory, it faded away.

She felt movement closer to her, and opened her eyes to see Takara�s youma bending over her. Beyond the youma, she could see Takara seated in a large armchair.

�She is awake, Master,� the youma said over her shoulder. Sol�s eyes narrowed and the youma was pushed abruptly away from her by a burst of power.

�Come here,� Takara ordered. Sol and the youma both moved to obey, since he had not been specific. The youma initially reached him first and knelt between his feet. Sol knocked it away with another burst of power, and seated herself, still naked, in Takara�s lap.

�What do you want me to do?� Sol asked, knowing what the answer was likely to be. She felt herself growing aroused, anticipating it.

In reply, Takara pulled her around until she was straddling him, then banished his clothing with a thought. He pulled her quickly into position and impaled her on his staff.

Instead of the struggle and the crying that had resulted before when he took her, he was met with a cry of passion and the feeling of her nails sinking into his shoulders. She steadied herself and rode him, pistoning herself up and down on his hardness until she climaxed. Once again, the contractions of her pleasure pulled his own explosion from him, leaving him breathless, but filled with the power raised this way.

He felt himself rising again in response to it. He gripped her hips and propelled her out of the chair and onto the fur rug at his feet. With her pinned beneath him, he thrust into her wetness, feeling her cling to him again, and the stinging where her nails raked his back in her passion as she climaxed yet again.

�Does that please you, Sama?� she asked, gazing at him through half-lidded eyes. He smirked in satisfaction. He had the most powerful Sailor Senshi at his beck and call, willing to spread her legs for him whenever he wanted it, and all because he had shattered a childhood illusion.

�For now,� he said. �Next time, I want you worshiping at my feet. Not now, though. The Queen wishes you trained for a very important mission. If you please her, she will be generous.�

�What of pleasing you?� Sol asked, still smiling at him.

�You will please me if you please her,� he said. �One of the youma will train you this afternoon. I will be closeted with the Queen.�

�You mean pillowing the Queen,� she pouted. He growled, then nearly withdrew himself and thrust in again, as hard as he could. Tears of pain sprang into her eyes.

�You exist to please me,� he said. �Not the other way around. Remember that. You belong to me.�

�Hai, Sama,� she whispered. �When will you be back?�

�When I am back,� he said, withdrawing from her and rising to his feet. With a thought, he was once again clothed. �You will be ready for me.�

�As you command,� she said, rising to a kneeling position and bowing to him. He smirked again, and left for his appointment in Beryl�s chambers.

~*~*~*~

When Takara arrived in Beryl�s bedchamber, he found that Queen Metalia�s son, Prince Galaxite, was there before him. The young man was slowly clothing himself, giving Takara a good view of his well-muscled legs and tight buttocks. If Takara had been interested in men, he might have tried the Prince. Even so, he felt himself begin to harden, watching Galaxite dress.

�Prince Galaxite wishes to try out your new pet, Takara,� Beryl said. �I have told him that since you will be attending me, he is free to have her.�

Takara felt his temperature begin to rise. He had just finished claiming Sol, and this spoiled child wanted to take what belonged to him.

�I only want to borrow her, Takara,� Galaxite explained. �Besides, she might need a bit more breaking in. They can�t be too tamed, you know.�

�Yes, they can,� Takara said. �She is fine the way she is.�

�I promise not to make any changes, then,� Galaxite said. �Have fun.� He turned and left Beryl�s chamber, humming tunelessly to himself.

�Restrain yourself, Takara,� Beryl said when he had left. �He is necessary for our plan. Loaning him Sol will only make her more attentive to you when he is done.�

�Very well, My Queen,� Takara said through clenched teeth. �I am acquainted with his methods, though.�

�I will make you forget,� she said, running one taloned finger over the bulge between his legs. �Who knows, perhaps she will fight him off.�

~*~*~*~

In Takara�s chambers, Sol was in a shadow suit, following the instructions of a very intelligent youma, when the door opened. The youma instantly dropped to its knees, its head lowered to the floor.

She turned and regarded the young man from his blue-black hair and sapphire eyes set into finely chiseled features, to the way his black leather tunic and pants clung to his well-muscled form, to the sword that was hung casually from one hip. He seemed familiar, somehow, but she was unsure of where and when she had seen him before.

�Galaxite-sama,� the youma said. Galaxite barely acknowledged its existence. His eyes were on the golden-haired beauty in the snug black garments that enhanced, rather than hid, her curvaceous form.

Galaxite strode across the room until he stood in front of his prey. He reached out and cupped one breast.

He never saw the blow coming. One moment, he had an overflowing handful of soft, yielding flesh, and the next moment, his right ear was ringing in a cacophony and the right side of his face felt like it was on fire. He turned to glare at the girl who was drawing her hand back for another blow.

�So, you want to play rough?� he asked, smiling at her in a chilling fashion. �That�s fine by me, little girl.� He grabbed her wrists roughly and pulled her towards the bed. When she fought him, he immobilized her with a muttered spell, banishing his clothing and hers at the same time.

In spite of the spell, she managed to resist him by holding her legs together, glaring at him in fury. He felt a pulse of power surge at him, but he easily deflected it.

�Nice try, darling,� he said. �I am going to have you. Takara is busy with Queen Beryl and she said I could try you out.� He forced her legs apart and thrust into her before she could resist.

She screamed in fury and his binding spell broke. She flailed at him with her nails, drawing blood from his arm and his chest. He backhanded her, hard, three times, and she was stunned long enough for him to finish and remove himself from her.

He looked down at the blood running down his chest and smiled at her as she pulled herself to a sitting position, glaring at him murderously.

�That was fun,� he said. �When Takara�s tired of you, I�ll persuade him to give you to me.� He smiled arrogantly at her, and then disappeared.

After he was gone, she let the tears of pain and hurt feelings course down her face. She collapsed onto the bed and curled up, crying. Over and over, before she cried herself to sleep, she whispered one name, no longer remembering where it came from or what it meant, only that it was linked to what had just happened.

�Endymion,�

~*~*~*~

Terra watched the handsome young man leave Takara�s chambers with mixed feelings. She had heard some youma talking about Takara�s new concubine, who was destined to be another of Beryl�s generals. They said that she was more Takara�s servant than the Queen�s. Terra had her own suspicions of who the concubine was. She had sworn to serve with the understanding that Takara would no longer hurt her sister. If her sister was the concubine, then she was released from her vow.

She turned to watch the young man�s retreating form. He looked like Endymion, but Endymion never had a sneer on his face, or a look that told of pleasure in someone else�s pain. She decided to take her thoughts to the Queen.

~*~*~*~

�I have heard that there is another general being trained, Majesty,� Terra said, kneeling before Beryl�s throne. �I have wondered why I have never seen this person.�

�The other general is under Takara�s authority,� Beryl answered. �You need not concern yourself with anyone else at the moment, Tanzanite. Your own training is far from over.�

�When you call general assembly, Majesty,� Terra/Tanzanite said. �Why does this other person not appear? Should not all of your generals answer your summons?�

�For the time, it is more important that training progress to a certain point,� Beryl said. �Do not worry, you will see Soladite soon enough.�

�Yes, Majesty,� Tanzanite said. �I simply inquired because I wanted to be certain that Takara was not hiding anything from you. The youma believe she is more his servant than yours. I am also weary of testing my skills against those who are no threat to me. I crave a challenging opponent.�

�We shall see, Tanzanite,� Beryl said. �Return to your training for now. I shall consider your words.�

***** *****

Sol studied the target in front of her dispassionately, and then turned her attention to her empty hands.

�Create a blade,� the youma told her. �It need not be of metal. Metal is more difficult to create. Rough crystal, or ice is simpler. For ice, simply will the ice to appear with a point on it. When the ice has formed, throw it at the target.�

She concentrated as told, and the ice eventually formed. It took far longer than it should have for the ice to form, and when she threw it at the target, it shattered rather than piercing.

�Your ice is too weak for a weapon,� the youma said, swinging at her with its talons. �Make stone next time. Perhaps that will produce a workable weapon.�

�Do not strike me again,� Sol said, wiping a trickle of blood from one of the scratches.

�You do not order me,� the youma said. �I have orders to teach you.�

�You have taught me,� Sol said coldly. She raised her hand and concentrated hard. A ball of fire formed. She regarded it for a moment before she threw it at the youma, catching the creature in the chest.

They youma screamed in pain as the fire hit it. It screamed louder as the fire stuck, burning into its flesh. Sol let it scream for a few moments, and then she banished the fire.

�Let that be a lesson,� she said as it gasped in pain. �Do not ever believe that I cannot order you. If you do not do as I tell you, the consequences will be � severe.�

�Yes, Lady,� the youma said, bowing to her. �Continue your target practice. I shall return soon.�

�See that you do,� Sol said. She turned back to the target and ignored the injured youma as it left.

~*~*~*~

When Takara returned that evening, Sol was arranged on his bed with a sheer cloth covering her. A line of broken targets was arranged along one wall. The youma that instructed her was waiting, with a half-healed burn on its chest.

�What is the meaning of this?� Takara asked, looking back and forth between them.

�My pupil has advanced beyond my ability to instruct,� the youma said. �She requires a more advanced teacher.�

�It means that its too afraid to keep teaching me,� Sol said coldly. �It took a swing at me today, and I retaliated. It slunk off to a healer, and I made it bring a healer to clear up the scratches it left.�

�I see,� Takara said. �Why didn�t you just kill it?�

�I didn�t know it was going to become a coward,� she replied. She rolled over onto her back, so that the sheer cloth clung more tightly to her, accentuating her upstanding breasts and the flare of her hips.

Without taking his eyes from her, Takara threw a ball of dark energy that enveloped the youma and consumed it while it screamed in pain. He banished his clothing as he approached the bed, and then ripped the cover from Sol before he climbed onto the bed.

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