Jaedite's Revenge

Sailor Mars stretched out on a couch and stared up at the ceiling wondering when Master would return. “No!” she scolded herself, “It’s Jaedite.” He might own her body, for now she reminded herself, but she’d be damned if she’d lose her thoughts to him too. But it was getting harder and harder to remember what life had been like only a short while ago. It was difficult to remember exactly how long it had been, the Dark Kingdom never seemed to change. No days or nights, no weather, no sign of any season. Her daily routine was no help either, each day was nearly identical. Jaedite would wake her up, they would have sex, bathe, and he’d leave. He would come back hours later, they’d have more sex, he would leave her alone for some time while he wrote things or read and then he’d fuck her again before they’d go to bed. All that banality left her exhausted throughout the remainder of the day and she slept much of the time that he was out. When he wasn’t using her she was typically ignored and allowed to roam the apartment, but except for the balcony she hadn’t left it since she had woken up here that first day. He rarely talked to her and they had never had a conversation. It was odd, she thought he’d at least interrogate her but he hadn’t ever even tried.

She bore her captivity by telling herself that it could be far worse: she could be dead, physically tortured, or imprisoned in a cell like she had first been in. When looked at from that perspective, unending sex with an adept partner wasn’t so bad. He had never mistreated her, so to speak, but he had made every effort to degrade her she could think of. Jaedite had been inside of every opening her body had to offer, in every position she could conceive. She had finally been honest with herself and stopped denying that she enjoyed feeling him between her thighs. Anal sex on the other hand was not her favorite; fortunately it didn’t seem to be of particular interest to Jaedite either. She was sure the only reason he did it every once in a while was because he knew she didn’t like it.

Giving him head had ceased to be a concern for her. Jaedite delighted in making her suck him, often requiring her to do it when he was busy with other work. She was no longer bothered by the taste of his cum, swallowing it was simply another item on her daily routine. When he wasn’t content to let her be quick and clean about it he would ejaculate somewhere on her body and make her clean it up herself; his favorite targets were her face and her breasts, but even then she was expected to swallow it. It was horribly demeaning, but it wasn’t as if she had a say in the matter.

When she wasn’t serving him directly she was sometimes obliged to do things like masturbate while he bathed or before she was allowed to eat. It had been humiliating at first but eventually he had seen, touched, licked, fucked and cum on every thing she had to present to him and the mortification subsided. There were two things she could not get over, however; the first was being taken in public. Too often he would take her back out onto the balcony and the masses would gawk and holler as he filled her in plain sight. The second was that damn leash. She had begged him to stop using it, but he had laughed in her face and added a metal ring to the couch in the living room so he could tether her there. She hadn’t complained about anything since.
It wasn’t all bad though, he had provided her with a small mattress at the foot of his bed to replace the ineffectual sheets she had been given that first night. It wasn’t warm, but neither was it the frigidness she had endured. Still, from time to time she imagined lying with him in bed, sleeping in comfort, the warmth of the sheets almost as alluring as the warmth of his body.

He always brought her back good food, a far sight from the inmate’s meal she had initially been given as an afterthought. He had even given her make up and cosmetic supplies. She knew those were less a gift for her and more for him, but none the less it made her feel better to have a shred of her old life again.

The worst part of her day was the crushing boredom. When she wasn’t resting up for the next session with Jaedite she had tried to keep up her meditations, both to pass time and keep her mind sharp. The Senshi of Fire had also tried to test the limits of the jewel that was draining her power. She had attempted to use her attacks but all she was able to manage were a few licks of flame that quickly sputtered out. Next she had tried to manipulate the fires that kept Jaedite’s living quarters lit, but she hadn’t had much more luck there. They were cold and dim and didn’t respond the way fire did to her on earth, whether that was a result of her powers being drained or because the element here was fundamentally different somehow she didn’t know. Sailor Mars had even tried to use them for divination but all she could scry from them was the vaguest feelings of dread. She didn’t need to look into the future to feel that.

The girl struggled desperately with despair, her complete loss to Jaedite and her inability to use her powers had taken all confidence from the once proud Sailor Mars. One day in a fit of frustration she had tried to tear the collar off of herself and make a break for it but she found that it had been made into a solid ring when Jaedite had first put it around her neck. There was no way to remove it without destroying it and it was far too tough to break with her bare hands. She had looked around the moderately sized quarters but there were no knives or sharp objects of any kind. Just as well, she still had no clue how to actually get out of the Dark Kingdom even if she did manage to escape all the enemies that resided within. Strange as it seemed, the mindless routine that her master provided her was the only thing keeping her grounded.

Sailor Mars ceased her musings and thought about what she would have to do today. Jaedite had told her he would be back early and that she’d need to be ready to entertain guests. She wasn’t sure what it was she’d be expected to do other then maybe serve them drinks; he had brought back several bottles of liquor the previous day. Jaedite had told her to look her best before leaving so she had taken another bath after they had had their morning sex and brushed her hair meticulously. It wasn’t that she wanted to do what she was told but she had found her life got easier when she obeyed him. After fixing her hair she had transformed back into her senshi form so that her fuku was crisp and clean. She knew that if Jaedite were “entertaining” then likely he was going to show his captive off to other people in the Dark Kingdom. In some twisted way she was rather proud that she had been so formidable an enemy that Jaedite would be using her as a political tool.

She didn’t have to wait long, a few minutes later the door opened and Jaedite walked with his standard greeting, “Slave!” he demanded.

Sailor Mars quickly got up from the couch and knelt down on the carpet, “Welcome home, Master.” She addressed him as she had been instructed.

The blonde general entered and was immediately followed by two other men. One of them, a short, rotund man with a brown buzz cut, waddled through the door and immediately began eying the submissive Sailor Mars.

“Fuck Jaedite, no wonder no one has seen you in forever!” he chortled, his voice raspy and gruff.

The other man had flowing, plum colored hair, easily as long as Sailor Mars’s own. His features were soft and effeminate, and he sniffed in disdain when he saw the girl, “At least she knows her place now.” She wished she could have reacted to that jibe but she wouldn’t dare, she couldn’t be sure what Jaedite would do to her if she embarrassed him in front of these men.

“Get us drinks.” He said inattentively as he led his guests to a small table positioned behind the couch.

Wordlessly, she rose and hurried off to complete her assigned task. She entered his small kitchen and retrieved the glasses from a cupboard. The cabinets were almost bare as Jaedite seldom had any need for things like this. She had never seen him eat and when he did drink, it was always alcohol. The kitchen, like everything she had experienced in the Dark Kingdom, seemed to be frozen in time. No modern conveniences existed; the stove was wood burning and the plumbing seemed to be reserved for the bathroom. It seemed the only reason he used it at all aside from the alcohol was to store the food he brought for her. She found the bottles of brown liquid he had brought the previous day and she opened one up. Immediately the astringent smell of liquor stung her nose. She wrinkled it in aversion but filled the three oddly shaped glasses hurriedly. Mars wasn’t much of a drinker and the few times she did it was never straight alcohol.

Setting the bottle down, she found a tray and put the drinks on it. She held it carefully and walked out of the room slowly, making sure not to slosh the liquor about. She found them all seated and she made her way over to the table gingerly. Waitresing in high heels wasn’t the easiest task. She tried to keep her eyes fixed on the glasses in front of her but she could clearly see the large man eyeing her hungrily as she approached. The dark haired girl fought off a wave of disgust and she prayed that Jaedite would keep him in check.

“Master.” She whispered as she set the drinks down in front of them. Jaedite ignored her as he commonly did and she took her place, kneeling next to him awaiting further instructions.

“Got her trained pretty well don’t you Jaedite?” grunted the disgusting one, Mars wasn’t looking at him but she could easily guess where his eyes were. From this position he had a perfect view of her flawless cleavage. The young girl hoped Jaedite would find more work for her to do so she wouldn’t have to be on display like this.

“That is why I’ve brought you hear today, Zaherite.” began the blonde. “There is little doubt a division exists in this council. Variscite and his damned followers are trying to concentrate power in his hands, pushing their feeble agenda, all the while keeping the Dark Kingdom from reaching its rightful place as ruler of the human world. I know you have no desire to exist as the bottom feeding coward that he would have us all be.” He said with disgust.

Zaherite nodded his approval as Jaedite paused and took a draught from his glass. “I propose an alliance between the three of us so that we may better oppose these ridiculous schemes and, instead, advance an agenda that will more effectively gather energy, strengthen our reserves, and bring us closer to our goal of subjugating the human world.”

Sailor Mars listened intently to these revelations. So there was conflict in the Dark Kingdom and apparently no clear leader. That gave her hope; a divided enemy would be easier for Sailor Moon and her friends to defeat.

“An alliance?” The round man gurgled out a humorless laugh. “Jaedite, everyone knows you have no interest in being anyone’s equal.” He eyed the seemingly younger man sitting across from him. “Obviously you’ve had some recent success,” he motioned toward the kneeling girl as he stopped for a drink, “But let’s not forget, you had your chance under Beryl and what came of it?”

“Things are quite different now.” He said with an edge to his voice. He didn’t need some fat bastard reminding him of what he knew all too well. “Beryl was short sighted and obsessed with Endymion and Metallia couldn’t see past her incompetence. I am not blinded by such base desires and alone I’ve already achieved more then either was able to.”

“One Sailor Bitch with a collar around her neck still leaves plenty more to fight.” Zaherite countered. “How much control do you even have over her? Congratulations, you’ve taught her how to serve drinks! My dumbest youma can do that.” He said gruffly.

The blonde smirked, so he wanted a demonstration. “Slave, stand up.”

The disgraced senshi obeyed. Her stomach was in a knot, she didn’t know what he had planned but she was sure she wouldn’t like it. She remained focused on the ground in front of her to avoid the eyes of the other two men as Jaedite got up from his chair and stood behind her.

“Sailor Mars, what are you?” She could feel his breath on her shoulder.

“Your slave, Master.” The girl knew what it was he wanted. She took in a quick breath, bracing herself against what she knew must be coming. She felt his hands caress her legs, sliding under her skirt.

“So Zaherite, you want to know how much I’ve taught her?” In an instant he seized the Senshi’s leotard and tore the thin material covering her carnal delight. He pushed her over onto the table and worked his belt off.

Sailor Mars yelped as she fell forward and threw out her hands to keep from landing hard against the wood. She didn’t want to believe that Jaedite would subject her to this. Being fucked on a balcony, far removed from the witnesses was one thing, but to be raped like this, where her audience was less then a meter away was quite another. The dark haired girl closed her eyes and tried to forget about the existence of the other two men. She felt Jaedite’s cock rub against her tender lips and she moistened mechanically; despite her present situation, that span of flesh had brought her more pleasure over the last several days then her hands had ever achieved. Her lips separated and her body was instantly filled with Jaedite’s manliness. She gasped in pleasure as the now familiar feeling of desire washed over her body.

“Do you like being fucked, slave?” Her captor demanded.

“Yes, Master.” She answered passively. That warm sensation she had felt numerous times of late built in her loins. She kept her eyes shut tight and tried not to imagine what must surely be going through the heavy man’s mind.

*****

Some time later she recognized the signs of Jaedite nearing climax. “W-where do you want to cum?” she stammered, in between his thrusts.

“In your mouth.” He grunted as he neared his limit.

Fulfilling her part of their daily ritual, she spun around and knelt before him as he removed himself from her tight slit. Keeping her eyes closed she opened her mouth wide and was instantly rewarded with Jaedite’s cock plunging into the back of her throat. Her lips wrapped tightly around him as she felt him twinge in orgasmic release. She swallowed his seed as fast as he could expel it and gasped for breath when he pulled himself out of her.

Breathing heavily from his physical exertion he looked toward Zaherite; the fat bastard didn’t even try to conceal his desire for his young prize. “How’s that for training?” he smirked.

The round, brown haired general wheezed heavily with unabated craving, “Give her to me.” He demanded.

“Take her.” The blonde replied. “You too, Menelite. But stay out of her pussy, that’s mine.”

A chill gripped Sailor Mars’s spine. He wouldn’t! She cried out in surprise as a large, meaty hand took a mass of her hair and twisted her painfully to one side. Before she knew it she was face to face with that disgusting man’s crotch, it was as small as it was unappealing but against her will it invaded her mouth a moment later. She tried to protest but her objections were muffled by his fleshy rolls.

Seconds later she felt small hands lifting up her haunches; she was too surprised to resist and a moment later she felt the other man pressing against her small, pink anus. It was nowhere near the size of Jaedite’s but it was none the less painful as it forced its way inside of her unlubricated rectum. Tears welled up in her ducts as Sailor Mars realized she was being taken from two ends. She endured silently as the pair slammed into her clumsily and irrhythmically.

*****

The poor girl had no idea how long the pair of dicks was inside of her; an hour, a minute, a second, it didn’t matter. The very fact that she was being filled by a pair of abhorrent, nauseating men at Jaedite’s command was enough to overwhelm the mental levies Sailor Mars had been forced to erect over the last few days. It felt as if she had left her body and was watching the scene from afar. Tears soaked her cheeks as she tried to breathe around the obstruction assaulting her mouth. What did she have left? Her freedom had been surrendered, her innocence defiled, and her dignity shattered.

Mercifully, the two finished. The frail, effeminate Menelite pulled out of her ass and she felt his gummy ejaculate on the small of her back soaking through the thin fabric of her leotard. She slumped down to her knees and moments later her face was coated by Zaherite’s seed. She gasped for breath as she fell to the ground. Sailor Mars stared out in front of her but her mind could not process the information her eyes reported. The dark haired slave breathed heavily as she lay on the floor, despoiled by the gang rape she had just endured.

“Fucking slut.” Zaherite wasn’t content to let her torment end.

Sailor Mars barely heard the insult; she had retreated inwardly and lay on the ground, a filthy, but silent, mess. She thought she felt more liquid briefly hit her face, though this was different. Had she just been spit on? It didn’t matter to the girl, she couldn’t imagine being in a lower place right now.

“Get cleaned up slave.” Came the dispassionate voice of her captor.

Wordlessly the wretched Sailor Mars got to her hands and knees and crawled out of the room. She rose to her feet as she reached the door to the sleeping quarters then she passed through the darkness, her mood mirroring the ambiance. She stumbled to the bathroom door and opened it; finally alone she slumped against it and closed herself off from the men in the other room. The dark haired girl fell to the ground and her numbness finally wore off. She sobbed bitterly and inconsolably as the events of the last few minutes sunk in.

*****

The trio had dressed and returned to their drinks, now was the time to get to the point of this meeting. Jaedite looked across the table at the other men, Menelite was already in his pocket and he suspected Zaherite soon would be.

“So are we agreed then?”

Zaherite wheezed, “Not so fast Jaedite, if I follow you what’s in it for me? Fucking that cunt’s mouth is one thing, but what about after we get rid of Variscite?”

“Once he is dealt with, we cease this ridiculous charade of being a committee. We go back to the way things were, I will lead this Kingdom and the two of you, as well a few others, will serve as my generals. We will turn our sights on the rest of the Sailor Senshi and, with the ginzuishiou in hand, we will take over the world.” He explained casually.

“I’m already a general, whether I support you or go against you, I stay the same.” He shot back.

“But for how long? Everyone is scheming against each other, this council will not last. Either you can join forces with me or I will make sure you are destroyed.” Jaedite said losing patience.

Zaherite knew what he said was true; Jaedite had the power to destroy him if he really wanted to. All he could do was hope for the best deal before agreeing to this. “I want Sailor Mars.”

“You just had her.” Jaedite said with growing annoyance, if this didn’t end soon he might have to revert to Plan B.

“I want to keep her.” He demanded, trying to play hardball.

“I’ll give you Sailor Moon.”

The corpulent general was struck; he hadn’t even thought that far ahead. Of course! With a weakened team of Sailor Senshi, a united Dark Kingdom could pick them off one by one.

“Deal.” He said triumphantly.

Jaedite smirked, he wasn’t going to have to kill this man now. He raised his glass and the other two responded in kind, “To our victory.”

*****

The blonde general walked back to his bathroom to collect his slave. The other men had left a short while ago and he was ready for bed but he was going to have to play this carefully. He recognized the look in her eyes as she had crawled off, he had seen it many times. She was about to break completely. That was no fun, he had destroyed the will of many sex slaves in the past with his heavy handed methods and they were always so mindless and boring afterwards.

He opened the door and heard nothing; the water was not running and the bath was empty. There she was, huddled in the corner, her knees at her chest and her arms wrapped tightly around her legs. She did not acknowledge him as he entered. He decided to try a new strategy. He closed the distance between them and knelt down, meeting her eyes. They were blood shot and her cheeks were damp.

“Why?” she whispered plaintively, “Haven’t I been a good slave?”

Jaedite stroked her hair gently and spoke softly, “Good slaves want to serve their masters don’t they?”

The dark haired girl sniffed and nodded her head. Why was he being so nice? Hadn’t he just subjected her to that?

“And you want to be a good a good slave don’t you?”

His eyes seemed so kind; she hadn’t ever seen him like this. Was this the same Jaedite she had known? What had he said? She was a slave, and she did want to be good, didn’t she? It felt so nice when he was gentle with her. “Yes, Master.”

“Good girl.” He gently massaged her shoulder and turned on the water with his telekinesis. “Now stand up and let’s get you clean.”

The girl stood up and allowed him to strip her naked. Her mind continued to reel as he did so; ordinarily he simply ripped her fuku to pieces, wasting no time when he desired to be inside of her. But this time he was soft and patient, it was like a whole other person. He bathed her and allowed her to relax, all the while caressing her softly and making no demands. Had her treatment thus far been a result of her disobedience? Was this how Master would act if she were good? She closed her eyes and felt the warmth of the water on her skin. Breathing in deeply, she wished things could stay like this for forever. She would do anything to keep it this way.

He finished bathing her and she got out of the tub. Jaedite toweled her down and she stood in quiet surprise, he had never done anything for her. This small, simple act of care struck her, but not so much as the next thing that happened. Her master leaned down and kissed her lightly on the forehead. Sailor Mars gasped quietly, blushing at his touch. In the entire time she had been here, in all the times they had fucked, never had he once kissed her. Was she dreaming? Had she died and been reborn into the pure land?

Her world upside down, she didn’t even notice that he had lead her into the bedroom. She instantly came back to attention, remembered her role and hurried to get the leash for Master.

“That won’t be necessary, slave.”

Mars turned back, confused at the break in routine. She wasn’t going to be leashed?

Suddenly he held her. Not the severe, frenzied grip she had become accustomed to as he took her body, callous to her needs and desires. Instead she was filled with warmth, gentleness and care. She closed her eyes and felt like she was dissolving in Jaedite’s arms. The girl’s mind was no longer able to process the events of the night, she simply let go and allowed Jaedite to take her into his bed. She felt dizzy; the soft touch of the blankets, the warmth of Jaedite’s body, the tranquility of the scene. True, she had been in his bed many times, but never like this; quietly lying with the man, being held, almost tenderly. He made no demands, he took nothing from her, but nestling into his chest, she freely gave herself to him now.

“Master.” She cooed softly before succumbing to the physical and mental depletion she had endured. Her last thought was that she would do anything for this man if he would just hold her like this forever.

Jaedite stroked her hair silently as her breathing became shallow and her body still, grinning inwardly. He had made Sailor Mars his slave with brute force; she obeyed his commands and submitted to his demands. But from now on she would truly serve him, body and mind.

Rolling over, ready for sleep, he pulled the girl towards him and was struck. Peaceful, serene, and content, Sailor Mars’s naked body filled him with desire. But it was not lust, far from it. It wasn’t something he couldn’t place, like a memory from a previous lifetime. It was familiar, but all together foreign. Never before had he looked at her like this, her body had simply been an object to sate his cravings with, but something was different.

Frustrated, Jaedite gripped her tighter. He had bigger things to contemplate. His support growing, Variscite would soon be forgotten and Jaedite would reign supreme.